I am a 65-year old, short and stout white woman with large, dark brown eyes. I had a short but memorable journey over time and space a few years ago. I went to four different hypnotists trying my best to relax and go under. Using sound and stimulus blocking headphones, soft music, and whispers the fourth, Rose, knew what I meant when I said, "I can't close my inside eyes."
For years I haven't recognized myself in a mirror or in photos. I always expect to see "me" as a dignified, famine-thin black woman with a long neck, very short hair, high cheekbones and dark expressive eyes. When I relaxed, Rose told me to "go to her," which I did.
I traveled mentally and emotionally to East Africa. I knew (I don't know how) it was thousands of years ago. She wore no adornment and was standing alone under a dying acacia tree. The landscape was barren and arid. It was very hot and a reddish dust was everywhere, still and silent. Her body was desiccated, as if all the moisture had been sucked out of her, as well as the environment. The knobs of her shoulders and arms were just skin over bone, but her posture was perfect. She looked beautiful and regal, and I knew she was a leader.
I learned she was my soul in an early past life, she learning our soul survived. We were both happy. I knew instantly she possessed the knowledge and wisdom I now have. Except for the heat, it was so pleasant to be in this quiet place with her.
When the session was over, Rose (who doesn't do past life regressions as a general rule) told me my face flushed bright red from heat. When I went to my car, the rain was coming softly down and I cooled off. Renewal. I have learned that I have not peaked yet. There is much to learn and experience.
