Halloween weekend in Las Vegas was graced with crisp, 80-degree sunshine, not a cloud in the sky. But I didn’t need stormy weather to get in the “spirit” of things — I had an appointment for hypnotherapy with a doctor known for past-life regression. Happy Halloween to me!
Whether or not you believe in past lives, fragmented spirits, earthbound spirits or spirit guides, I promise you that ….
what I experienced was the best therapy I’ve ever had in my life.
Lately, I’ve been feeling like I needed to open a new chapter in my life, so I’ve been open to all experiences, no matter how foreign. I was feeling a bit run-down, so whatever I was or wasn’t doing wasn’t working. It was time for a change. I’d been doing what I could to work out more, change my diet, make more time for myself and feel more grounded. But I knew I needed an energy shift, too.
No matter how hard I used my brain to tell myself to stop dating emotionally unavailable men, believe in myself and my dreams, and dismiss past heartaches at work, I knew I carried all of this weight around with me.
It was time to let go.
I had never been hypnotized before, and even after more than a decade of yoga, I’m all fidgety when I try to meditate. So it didn’t surprise me at all that I didn’t drop right into a meditative state, able to scratch the surface of the past lives that might be affecting my existence today.
But with the help of an assistant, I was able to talk to my spirit guide and get rid of a few things, including a spirit fragment of a distressed 8-year-old (third grade WAS my worst year) and a slightly depressed, single being named Rosemary who had followed me for “many lifetimes.”
Here’s the thing: this particular hypnotist came highly recommended (email me if you’re interested) by two very trusted sources. A friend who had done this before told me to relax during the sort of meditative part and then answer the questions with the first thing that came to me. So I tried.
He asked me what name was coming to me, and deeply relaxed, my mind was like bullets: “super-feminine something, Claire, no, Angel, no, Lilly, maybe, Maria, close, Mary, no, Marie?”
At that moment, the assistant called out, “Rosemary.”
My stomach went ka-chunk and sank even heavier into the chair. At the end of the session, she told me she almost said, “Lilly.”
What transpired took everything I know about my current life’s situation and gave it a perspective that blew my mind.
I walked out of there feeling like a beam of light.
I don’t know if the physical benefits of being so relaxed for an hour or two are what made me feel so light, or the joy I get out of being able to wrap my head around new concepts such as: I chose my parents for this lifetime because I have lessons to learn from them… and the reasons that some things in my life replay like Groundhog Day are because of vibrations I send out – and I can change that.
I am not a victim.
But do I believe? Do you?
We’ll never really know until we get to the other side, but today I know with absolute certainty one thing:
Sometimes, the best things happen to me when I stop over-thinking and just believe.
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