I had my first past life regression in the 1980’s. The past life I re-visited helped to explain my then relationships.
Here is a brief on the past life regression:
At age 10, I was living in W. Virginia and my name was John or Johnathan. I lived with my mother, father, younger sister and Papa (my father’s father).
I realized that I didn’t like my mother in this lifetime; she berated my father and grandfather. Papa taught me about the uses of berries, roots and leaves to help people.
At sixteen, Papa died and I was crushed. My mother had said to me something along the lines of that it was best that he died, so now maybe I would finally do some real work around here.
At 25, I am married – I have a beautiful wife and daughter, and another child on the way.
The regression next jumped to me lying on the ground, I was wearing a uniform and feared that I would never see my family again. I had been shot.
I was fascinated by this regression – but had no full names, dates or location in W. Virginia – so I set aside the notes on the regression and forgot about them….
…Until 1990, when I made a trip to W. Virginia to help a friend’s friend with some animals on their property (information on the animal aspect is found in “Undefined Reality” – the animal communication chapter).
While there, I and a friend went for a walk on the vast property which was nestled in the mountains.
We came across an old house –my house! My heart was racing! I stood outside and had my friend go into the front door. I yelled to her the location of the stairway, directions to the kitchen and other rooms in the house.
She confirmed them and exited the house. I remained where I was and directed her to the left side of the house to where a well should be. It took a bit of searching through the overgrowth, but she located the now covered up well.
I couldn’t believe I was standing in front of the house from my first past life regression! But I didn’t see the barn. I closed my eyes to remember the past scene. I turned around and began walking away from the front of the house, and shortly found a pile of lumber on the ground. I had found the barn.
We went back to the hosts’ house, grabbed my camera and took some pictures.
When we excitedly told our host what we found, our host explained that the barn was flattened just a short while ago; it had become unstable.
For me, it was an adventure of a lifetime.
I never revisited that past life again – though my curiosity has many questions; but I realized that I had learned what I needed to learn about the past life and correlation with the same people in this lifetime and a better understanding of those relationships.
June 30, 2009
by Jan Toomer
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