Bottom line, it is the emotions that you feel … that will be your answer.
Notice the emotions you feel – if they are strong (sometimes very strong if it is a death scene or another emotional scene) you have definitely gotten to a past life memory.
Brian Weiss says that even if you feel that it is made-up or it feels like imagination, it all comes from you and can be beneficial and healing to you. Healing is the point of a past life regression, so if you think it is imagination and you healed from the experience, then what does it matter. Some people, who do not believe in past lives, do regressions under the belief that it is all imagination, yet can still reap the cathartic benefits.
It may sometimes feel as though it is imagination, but often this is often your ego butting in or your rational mind trying to stop the memory.
I have personally had a few experiences that seemed a little like imagination at first. (For a past life regression to go really well for you, you must be open to it and to TRUST whatever information comes to you.) But, as the regression progressed, it was definitely not imagination.
Also, if you do regressions more than once, then the next time (or times afterwards) you remember this same lifetime, the story does not change, but more details from that life are remembered. This is also another way to know it is not your imagination.
For me, I get tears in my eyes when something tragic is starting to be remembered and often cry (sometimes a lot) when a memory like that is coming through. It can be that emotional. It can be tears of joy as well, like when recognizing someone from this life in one of your past lives or for me, hearing music I loved.
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That’s my main block…I think “Oh it can be right, must be my imagination!”..not much for past life regression but when it’s my intuition and things. I’m learning to not distrust it, but to just go with it 🙂
I can relate,
so true Karen, we have to have open minds that what we are remembering is indeed a memory not an imagination.
Anything imagined is real.
I’ve always had a revulsion towards Meso-America history. To the point that I’d feel a little sick and anxious, especially when they documentary’s would be on on human sacrifice from the top of the temples. The fear was palpable. When I entertain the thought, I wonder if, in a past life I was sacrificed, or watched in horror. At any rate, I’ve never had any desire to visit, and will often turn the channel, no matter how hard I have to hunt down the remote.
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Did my first LBL hypnosis regression session this past Thursday. It was a baby step but a contextual thread did begin to emerge
My past life regression involved 1920’s Italy…..I saw a girl..Carlotta was her name. A month prior I had met a Carolina who had drawn very close to me. I am Jewish and people think I’m Italian, and I have an affinity towards listening to Italian music, radio stations, mafia-inspired films. I had lived in Liguria, not sure whether it was Genoa or a smaller town. I descended upon a seaside village and met very friendly townspeople. I cannot stop googling silent films from that era and/or view 1920’s era photos. I remember, even before the regression, having existed in either New York City or a “ghetto” as a black person. I always remember a laundromat. I also remember having lived with Native Americans, but my EGO tells me i was just dreaming. After my father’s death I was given the ability to “walk through my dreams”. Kind of hard to explain. I could not tell whether or not what I was experiencing was a dream or actually reality… a rather strong DE JA VU of sorts. I have had three dreams. One of which was prophetic, the other recalling landmarks in my hometown that no longer exist. The experiences go on and on. Being spoken to by angles, addled by demons, always PROTECTED by LOVE. Little children seem to always stop crying or wave at me when I’m sad. I have found it very hard to find romance. I think there is a strong calling for me as some sort of medium; and if I was to merely “settle down” I believe my gift would be siphoned out by “Love” as disguised as “lust”. This is a life lesson proving very painful to swallow. I am visiting a psychologist, but why? The right one will appear when I least expect it, hse, my SPIRITUAL and HEAVENLY companion and SOUL TWIN. It may not be in the timeframe that my intentions demand it to be, but my special DIVINE connection will never be broken. “HE WILL NOT LET ME DROWN”- to paraphrase Isaiah
Much love to you, and to the World
All very cool Chris!
Thank you for sharing, I really appreciate it. They are all great examples of how connected we are.
I don’t know if this is a past life or a false memory. I guess I have no evidence except of what I remember. Over many years I have some memories that seem part of my life but they aren’t. I remember my self as a child of about 10 years old on a dirt farm working with my father, who was plowing a field and I was holding a seed bag on my side. As he was plowing I would throw the seeds into the farrows. I knew that he would hire slaves or freemen during times of harvest, so this must of been at a late time maybe fall. I remember the house which was built of mud with a sun symbol over the door and a thatched roof. The house had a dirt floor with a bed for me in the corner. I knew we worships many Gods because we had a simple worship box on the floor. My father cooked on a barbeque in the front of house and my mother worked making clothes and preparing food. At the end of the harvest season I would enter school when my father would take the vegetables to the market to sell. The school was on a hill overlooking the sea and was given to the community by a wealthy Senator who live there with his children before he died. The teacher was a mean old Greek slave teacher who would cane us for making incorrect answers. We never had books but learned by rout and rhyme. This is where I meet Simon who was a Jew and everybody knew Jews shaved there head before they were accepted as men. One day I left the school early when under the bridge, which had an opening where I could see the ocean and wooden jetty. I continued till I came to the famers market where my father was selling his merchandise, my father was very mad at me and looked it. After he was through selling the vegetables we both went to a bath house and took a bath for only a few coins. I can see my father sitting on the edge of in the window with a towel around him drying off, and a toilet in the back of the bath house which had water running through it all the time. Finally, I took a hike with Simon to a top of a hill where we went to his house. His family owned a contracting business and employed three brothers. While me a Simon were eating a snack his older brother came in through a gate with three other men. Simon said that his brother was crazy because his left the family early to preach and the family was afraid they would be subjected to persecution for his claims, which were fantastic. My life ended when I drank contaminated water and got a very bad sickness with a high fever, I remember my parents used incense and incantations to remove the sickness but this made me more sick with a higher fever I remember going all numb and feeling myself rising up into the ceiling twirling around into a light looking at the country side as I headed north. Well that’s about it for my story except that I sometimes see the images in old Roman mosaics.
With this much detail and emotion to it, this definitely comes through as past life. You are healing from this life now which is why it came to you so clear. Some of the people you mention are in your life now. Similar things emotionally may have happened to you in this life….the fear. This is similar to how you would remember a lifetime during a past life regression. You are a great writer, I could almost see it happening with the words you used. I hope you use that talent.
Thank you for sharing!