DAY 98
I am going to tell you a secret..
Ever since I was little I have been experiencing acute panic attacks. They occur in bed at night, when I am led on my back. These attacks force me to sit straight upright, and leave me fighting for breath. I have spent most of this lifetime feeling embarrassed and ashamed about this .. but there is something else .. I think these attacks may not be from this life.
I booked a past life regression with Sarah, in an attempt to help me face the fear head-on, release, heal and move forward.
This is what happened in the session …
100, 99, 98, 97, 96... Walking down stairs
I am in a corridor filled with doors.
I open the first door..
The walls are made of stone. I am a dressed in a black cassock. My feet are bare, cut and bleeding. I am running scared, being pursued someone or something. I can feel pain in my lower back and sense that I have been stabbed.
Sarah encouraged me to call on the angels to help protect and strengthen me. She also reminded me that I have the power to change this situation.
I am back in the corridor filled with doors
I open the second door..
The room is pitch black except for a tiny slither of light. I am lying on my back, unable to breathe. The ground beneath me is cool and smells of damp earth. Something is coming down on me like a ceiling. I am imprisoned in a wooden box.
Sarah guided me to rise above the box like an eagle. She encouraged me to walk down a stairway, picking up gifts of strength and courage. Finally, I re-enter the box and use these gifts to push through to the other side.
I open the third door…
I am standing in a room with a wooden table and chair. I am here to see a person - a female. She is wearing a hooded cloak. She has pale skin and green eyes. I am here to say goodbye. It’s too dangerous for me to stay. Tree roots bind me to this person. I cut them away with a small knife.
I am back in the corridor with the doors.
Dad appears in front of me, he places his hand on my chest. I can feel a warm golden light spreading through my body. He leaves through a door at the end of the corridor. I follow him into the golden light. Family and friends greet me, and remind me that it is safe to let go.
I am back in the corridor. There are no doors left.
1,2,3,4,5,6... Walking up stairs
This may sound strange, but I get a strong feeling that I know the people who did this to me - they are in this life.
This is the time for faith.
Nige,
ReplyDeleteI think you are incredibly brave to share not only your secret but also your regression experience. This is a beautifully written post and I love the images you've used to accompany your words. I wonder what will unfold next?
One thing is for sure - you are living each one of these 104 days in the spirit of fullness, embracing life in a way that spills out over the edges of your life and encourages me to do the same in my own.
Thank you.
Love, love, love
xxxxx
Wow, I just got a chance to sit and read this today! It totally freaked me out!:) I love that you are going this deep. So brave. I am so curious what insight you get as you deepen into this. Funny, I have green eyes and pale skin:) Feel only love and support for you though, buddy. So, yes, faith. I also cleave to the Course in moments like this for me, as the illusion is the illusion, even if it is the illusion within the illusion. But I remember that the Holy Spirit can use any part of the illusion for awakening. Keep us posted and thank you for sharing this deep journey. I think it is so brave and inspiring, because things like this are what I tend to hide, and I have to ask myself why. Well, if you knew my ex:):):) I've had crazy dreams of him stabbing the hell out of me, and then he turns into my mother, as if to show me that they are the same. I can love them both. Maybe send love to the green-eyed one?:)
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