I am happy to share a bit of a reading from my new book, Pieces of Me – Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist with you. I will be doing a book tour this coming Spring and Summer, but may not get to every neck of the woods, so I thought a sneak peak was in order.
Past life exploration has been the single most powerful tool in my spiritual awakening. If you are curious and would like to have your own past life experience, please check my Services page to book an appointment. And stay tuned! I will be posting tour dates very soon.
You can order your copy of Pieces of Me – Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist, through Amazon.com, Amazon.ca, or any fine book store. If you want an autographed copy, please send me a message at firstname.lastname@example.org and I will look after that for you.
In the fall of 2011 I spent an amazing, life altering week at the Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, New York at the Past Life Regression Training Seminar. The workshop, led by best selling author and ground breaking psychiatrist Dr. Brian Weiss, was the beginning of a fantastic journey for me. Now I am honored to help facilitate that journey for many others.
A client of mine, Diane, has written about her regression experience with me and has graciously allowed me to share it here. This was done over Skype and was a profound and wonderful session. Please, enjoy:
After visiting my beautiful garden full of lush flowers I walk across a bridge in the fog-
So begins my past life regression led by Brenda, via Skype. I am in Portland Oregon, USA and she is in Cranbrook Canada.
I see my feet in sandals, on a floor of big stones. I am an adult male wearing some kind of robe garment, my fingers are short and strong. I wear some gold jewelry and I know I am a leader. My life is abundant with two wives, and many children. I am in my home which is higher than others and later I realize it is in Mexico- perhaps Mayan.
Brenda asks to see what message this past life has for me: I see myself standing above a crowd of hundreds of people. I am holding a scepter, I have authority and power, I am satisfied and content. I tell Brenda that I am feeling fear and don’t want to remember other things, she reassures me. I know that my decisions or actions lead many people to die; slaves or prisoners. I am overwhelmed with sadness about this and know that I felt that some in the past life and as I do remembering.
Brenda takes me to the end of the life. I am old, surrounded by my family who loves and respects me. I have a son there who is my successor. We are very close and connected. I love him very much. I am lying in a bed and dying of old age. I am happy, complete. My life was good.
Brenda asks me to see the moment when I leave the life. I am met with a big beautiful bright light. I meet many who I killed and they are all there to tell me that it was all in right alignment. They do not hold judgment. I did not kill people out of a misuse of my power. I was courageous, knew right action and did what was in alignment with the highest and best for all. My spirit guides were incredibly proud of me and let me know that I lived my life well. I am met with joy and celebration for how I lived.
As I am telling Brenda what is happening I am crying. I did not abuse the power I was given in that life. I used my power with courage and compassion. My choices which led others to die were what had to happen. At this point I have tears coming down my cheeks.
Brenda tells me to ask my highest self what lessons I can take from remembering that lifetime. I am told to hold the memory of how courageous I was. That I made the choices I had to while in alignment with what I was called to do. I was told to remember that I have the power to say and do whatever I need to – as a leader. I am to hold the vision of myself with the scepter in my hand. I have the authority to lead and make hard decisions. She asked if there were any last messages and I was told, wisdom. I have wisdom and Brenda asked where in my body that was and I felt it in my heart. My wisdom is full of compassion and love.
Authority, Power, Ability, Wisdom, Courage
She tells me to ask what my next steps are to achieve my calling. I am told to continue what I am doing, that I am on the right track, be courageous, bold. I am given again the vision of my past life standing over hundreds of people holding that scepter; I have the authority to act when it is in alignment. I can courageously take powerful actions from wisdom and compassion.
Thank you Brenda! That was a great experience for me that I know it will support me. Diane R.
Amazing, amazing memories! Thank you so much for sharing, Diane. While each person’s experience of past life regression is unique, clients universally claim profound healing effects and deeper understanding to underlying issues in their present lives. Past life regression is a life changing experience, one that I highly recommend.
So, if you feel like taking a trip and need a tour guide, email me at email@example.com.
“Respond to every call that excites your spirit.” Rumi
Dammit dammit dammit! I missed my flight. It was a quick connection and the gates were miles apart but I still had believed that the travel angels, who work so beautifully for me, would come through once again. Imagine my surprise when I finally ran up to the gate and saw the tiny plane taxiing away toward Newburgh without me on board.
My first inclination was to become Old Me and start to wail and cry and threaten and blame. Those feelings swelled up in a big bubble of frustration, but I had been in training for just this sort of thing these past few years, so New Me took a deep breath and just sat there in the moment and let those feelings dissipate into the air around me. Everything happens for a reason, I reminded myself. Including this.
I used the extra 4 hours in the Philadelphia airport to relax, eat some soup, read a book and just catch my breath. The time went quite quickly and before long I was taking my seat on the tiny plane that would take me on the last leg of my journey to Newburgh, New York. I was on my way to the Omega Institute for a week long seminar led by Dr. Brian Weiss on Past Life Regression. This in itself was quite surprising. Old Me would never have thought to take the time or spend the money to do something so outrageous. It wasn’t practical, people would think I was crazy, who was I to think I could learn this stuff, and on and on the doubts and resistance would come. Of course those thoughts did come to me, but instead of believing them and giving in to them, New Me decided to ignore them and listen to my inner guidance. I felt a strong, intense calling to be there, so I decided to throw logic and fear to the wind and answer the call.
The plane was flying at a very low altitude, under the clouds and as I watched out the window at the passing nightscape something really bizarre happened. The lights of the towns and cities below seemed to refract and spread out in beams, interconnecting and creating the most amazing, beautiful grid of light. I stared in awe from my vantage point up in the air and was overwhelmed by the beauty. What was this? What did it mean? Old Me determined it must be caused by the convex curve of the window or perhaps by atmospheric conditions or something logical like that. New Me quietly told Old Me to shut up and just enjoyed the magic of the flight. The beauty of it all made me feel a bit high and when we landed firmly on the ground I giddily walked through the nearly deserted airport toward the stand of taxis to find the driver I had booked. I walked outside, stopped dead in my tracks and I laughed out loud, causing several weary travelers to look my way and wonder what was up with the crazy lady staring at the sky. The grid was still there! The streetlights above and the lights from the surrounding buildings were beautifully refracting and continuing the light show for me. It took my breath away. Old Me briefly considered that I may be coming down with a touch of a brain tumor or something, but New Me knew that this was something big: something mystical and amazing and the real reason why I had missed my flight. I was meant to see this phenomena. I had no idea why but I knew that this would be important.
Everything happens for a reason.
I have learned that we show up for each other over and over again wearing different guises. This was never as clear as during that week in Omega. The very first morning I wandered the dining hall, breakfast tray in hands, feeling very much like new kid at school. Then I found her. My soul sister, friend from all eternity and a little piece of home. “May I join you?” I beamed at her, already impatient to get past the awkward introductions and start reminiscing about our vast connection. Katie, my beautiful Katie, sister mother teacher friend, flew all the way from Australia to attend the seminar. Somehow, she told me, she felt a calling to be there at that time. It was something I would hear over and over during that week.
Each experience that happened while we were at Omega revealed new connections, threads in the tapestry. I first met Butterbean during a regression that week. It is not surprising to me now that she showed up when she did. I was regressed by a young man with a deep soothing voice who just so happened to be named Thomas. Of course she would show up. Everything happens for a reason, right? In my life as Butterbean I recognized Miz Ginnia as a dear friend of mine who had passed away the previous year. Though there was no physical resemblance, the soul was the same. Imagine if your best friend changed the shirt they were wearing, you would still easily recognize them wouldn’t you? That is the case with our soul friends and families.
150 people attended that seminar… 152 if you count Dr. Weiss and his wife, Carole. We converged for a week, drawn from all over the globe in a way so compelling that none of us could ignore the call. Then the stories began to emerge of connections from lives past. People we just met turned up playing significant roles in other lifetimes. We were all inextricably linked, woven together in a tapestry of experiences and lifetimes and we had been given this amazing gift to remember it all. We were like those beams of light I saw, weaving a tapestry, intricate and beautiful, beyond the imaginings of the human mind.
We journey here to gain experience, not necessarily understanding and while Old Me rails against the mysteries, New Me revels in the magic of it all.
My lives have been a tapestry of rich and royal hue An everlasting vision of the everchanging view A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
“Why are all of your past lifetimes so bleak and traumatic?” asks my American Husband. Yes he has a point. I suppose that when a person is looking to explore past lives to effect any kind of healing then that person is bound to dig up lifetimes of tragedy and impact. I had been at the Omega resort for 3 very intense days when I made the conscious decision that I needed a break from all of the drama and trauma. Reliving lifetimes like this and this had taken a huge emotional toll on me and I was exhausted. So that Wednesday afternoon when Dr. Weiss took us on a soul journey, I set my intention to deliberately experience a lifetime that was uneventful and just…. happy.
That is when I met Constance Willoughby. Constance lived in the early 1800’s somewhere in the New England area. She had a lovely life where there were no wars and no lost children, where everything played out in a most expected way. She was sheltered and loved, first by her family of origin, and then by her husband and children. When I decided to write about Constance’s lifetime I focused on her friendship with her maid, Izzy. It was not a conventional friendship, but it was a deep and abiding one nonetheless. While this was a normal, ordinary kind of life, it has quiet lessons that have served me well. Lessons about love, and family, and friendship.
Every lifetime is like a different ride in an amusement park. Some lifetimes we choose to ride the roller coaster, with all of the dramatic highs and lows, the terrifying drops and those gut wrenching moments when we are turned upside down and don’t know if we will survive. Other times we choose to sit on the carousel and spin around and around until we either catch that brass ring or we just get dizzy and sick. And then there are times, like Constance, that we choose to glide gently through the tunnel of love and just truly enjoy the ride. All of the experiences have their own merits and the great thing is that we have unlimited tickets, so we get to try each and every ride as many times as we like.
And when we get to the end of the ride we arrive back where we started from, hop off and say “Wow that was FUN! Let’s go again!”