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Past Lives
Jul. 21st, 2022 08:57 am Ailz and I went for Quantum Healing Hypnosis Therapy. We did it a week apart.
The therapy was developed by the great Dolores Cannon- whose books I love. In the broadest terms it consists of the therapist hypnotising you, regressing you to a past life or two and then getting your Higher Self to comment.
Was I really under? Yes I suppose so, though I was fully aware of what was going on. I entered my first past life on a hilltop with a battle going on on in the valley below. Turned out I was a medieval bourgeois who'd trekked out of town to watch- a bit like Pierre in War and Peace- only my chap never got close to the action. Later he saw the king- at a distance- enjoying a triumphal procession- and I reckon from all the surrounding evidence that this was Edward IV. My second life was as a peasant woman who lived in a forest with her parents and a dog. When the parents died she worked as a skivvy in the local ale house. Asked to move to a significant event, she/I said, "But there aren't any significant events in my life. I'm an old woman; nobody notices me."
I've written fiction. This felt like a similar process. the therapist gave me prompts and I acted on them. Sometimes the narrative refused to go the way I thought it would. For instance, I'd have liked to give my peasant woman a more interesting life, but she wouldn't let me. All the same, I have doubts about either person having ever existed outside my imagination.
(But as my therapist queried, does anything exist outside the imagination?)
The theme of both lives, said my Higher Self, was keeping your head down. And that, it continued-beginning to sound like my father- is what you've done in your present life, resolutely keeping yourself at the margins of the action and "hiding your light under a bushel," I thought Higher Selves were supposed to be mellower than this but what it said ain't wrong. Wherever possible I've chosen to be an observer not a participant in life- and is that such a bad thing?
Anyway, food for thought. And maybe I've got myself in a rut and a bit of active participation wouldn't do me any harm.
The therapy was developed by the great Dolores Cannon- whose books I love. In the broadest terms it consists of the therapist hypnotising you, regressing you to a past life or two and then getting your Higher Self to comment.
Was I really under? Yes I suppose so, though I was fully aware of what was going on. I entered my first past life on a hilltop with a battle going on on in the valley below. Turned out I was a medieval bourgeois who'd trekked out of town to watch- a bit like Pierre in War and Peace- only my chap never got close to the action. Later he saw the king- at a distance- enjoying a triumphal procession- and I reckon from all the surrounding evidence that this was Edward IV. My second life was as a peasant woman who lived in a forest with her parents and a dog. When the parents died she worked as a skivvy in the local ale house. Asked to move to a significant event, she/I said, "But there aren't any significant events in my life. I'm an old woman; nobody notices me."
I've written fiction. This felt like a similar process. the therapist gave me prompts and I acted on them. Sometimes the narrative refused to go the way I thought it would. For instance, I'd have liked to give my peasant woman a more interesting life, but she wouldn't let me. All the same, I have doubts about either person having ever existed outside my imagination.
(But as my therapist queried, does anything exist outside the imagination?)
The theme of both lives, said my Higher Self, was keeping your head down. And that, it continued-beginning to sound like my father- is what you've done in your present life, resolutely keeping yourself at the margins of the action and "hiding your light under a bushel," I thought Higher Selves were supposed to be mellower than this but what it said ain't wrong. Wherever possible I've chosen to be an observer not a participant in life- and is that such a bad thing?
Anyway, food for thought. And maybe I've got myself in a rut and a bit of active participation wouldn't do me any harm.
