Past lives vs tapping

For $75 I had a past life done and it was just the one I needed at the time to comfort me. I just knew it was me and followed it up through the death process with my mother guiding me as a then still living older Native American man.  But I’ve really been more convinced as my husband, who doesn’t really believe in all this stuff, shares his memories, interests, and experiences.  Like when he told me early in our relationship of often seeing in his minds eye a glimpse of a grassy hill and spotting a large plantation house at the top.  Later I convinced him to try a past life with the same therapist I went to and tape it. Needless to say he did and was able to explore the story behind the glimpses including one where he was so deeply in love with his wife that when she died at a young age, he did not recover and lived the rest of his life grieving.  At the end of the session, the therapist asked him if he recognized her in any of the women in his life and like the true gentleman that he is, he said noooo.  He finally came clean with me a few years ago and admitted it was Marie, a girl he went to school with and had asked out on a date.  They went out only once and then she moved away.  This sweet man has lost two wives due to cancer, one at 35 and the other at 43, a few months before we met.  They he married crazy woman, me and we’ve been married and in love for over 20 years.

Then there was the time we went to England (wound up going 6 times), always to go through the British Museums Egyptian section.  Anyhow, one of these times he is drawn to Yesterday’s Children by Jenny Cockell, reads it, buys her second book, Past Lives Future Lives and attempts to correspond with her.  That’s something I would do, but never Mac.  He only reads books on Wars, airplane disasters, and British Magazines. 

Also there was the time, he’s a good sport and pretty much goes along with me on my adventures, we attended a workshop in Naples, FL given by, what’s his name, the Miami psychiatrist who was so popular during the ‘90’s, and he led us through a past life mediation. Now I knew that nothing was going to happen to me during this exercise, of course my expectation was proven right, and, because my husband wasn’t into this sort of thing, you can imagine how shocked I was when I turned to him as break was called, and I saw that he was white as a sheet and his blue eyes were as big as saucers .  I asked him, “What’s wrong?”  He said, “Jean, Jean, I was in this room, knew I had to stay there, it was an initiation, in Egypt, and there was this woman standing outside watching me, I had to stay there”.  Our past life therapist was close by and heard my husbands tale too.  He described it so vividly that it seemed as if I could picture and then he promptly forgot the whole episode in Egypt except for the year-646 B.C.  To this day, he can’t remember a thing about it, only the year.  When we finally did go to Egypt and he saw a golden aura around the far right statue of Rameses at Abu Simbel, I had hoped more of his memory would be triggered. He did suffer a slight stroke there and has never really been the same as far as walking and motivation but his lovingness is stronger than ever.  This is not a man who plays jokes or would make up stories of this caliber; in fact he prides himself on not having much of an imagination and he’s not a deceitful man.  Since he is getting older, the main thing I try to get across to him is to head for the park when he dies and he does listen to my tales and proof my posts and read the posts that I push on him as interesting.

I don’t really connect with Egypt except when I went to the last goddess temple, stood but wouldn’t lay down in the tomb at Giza.  And I always wear a tiny lotus (symbol of love) along with my #1son charm on my gold chain around my neck, never take it off.  And I do love the ankh a finally got a two-inch brass rough-cut souvenir ankh given to me in Egypt.  Love to handle it and tend to hold it at the peak of the curve and aim the breath of life down or out much like some of the carvings of Akhenaten’s time.  In fact, now that I think about, as I sit here with a book by Cyril Aldred, Akhenaten-King of Egypt, my first husband, 6’3” looked a lot like Akenaten . I did notice that when I went to the Cairo Museum also and I don’t mean I was his wife.

Anyhow that’s my take on past lives plus the possibility that we only remember those personalities when we are dealing with similar issues in our current life’s experience-IMO.

Love to all, I’m still going through all you guys posts on this thread.

Jean

p.s. I noticed that I left out fewer words this time as I was listening to Lightfall, a new Cd from MI for higher performance.  Maybe I should glue the headset to my ears . I also noticed that this particular Cd sortof feels like it's crackling inside my head and waking me up in a good way.I just noticed as I brougt the web up to post this, thread has started on H-S tapes. J

now, Jean, if we could just find a book which describes some events and people around 636 BC..might jog some more feelings...

Vicky -
If you go back to be tied to the same pole again, keep in the back of your mind that eventhough we've all died millions of times, it's never fatal. In fact, I keep hearing people tell me that it's more of a nuisance to be born than to die. On the other side of death are the infinite resources of the spirit world.

Jean-
One easy way to pull past life experience together is to notice significant details such as political figures of the time, the clothing and weapons of strangers who can usually be tied to an invasion at a known date, notice languages spoken, what people call the most significant local landmark, intersections of trade routes and major caravan trails, types of trade, mutual friends, and so on. Also, having once gone into a past life, you can always go back though meditation, although it's a bit easier with a guide.  (I've put basic regression instructions on my site under "things to read etc" at www.mind-body-spirit-hypnoclinic.com that can be followed if you feel ambitious.)

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