Standing in the middle of a dingy, dark theatre alone, I asked myself, “How did I get here?” A blinding light appeared in the center of the movie screen, framed by burgundy velvet curtains. Looking down at my feet, I was shocked to see big, brown men’s shoes. Shoes I called clodhoppers. I was wearing a long, raggedy trench coat. What the . . . I am a man.

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     The theatre went dark immediately. Frightened, I searched for the door and ran. Once outside, I floated above the ground in total darkness. 

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     That was not a dream. It was how my first past-life regression session began. People told me I was “an old soul,” someone who seemed wiser than their years. It indicates that your soul has been on this Earth before. Some people with old souls feel as if they don’t fit in. At other times, a new environment may seem eerily familiar. There have been times when I instantly connected with someone I had never met, which sparked the idea that perhaps this person and I had traveled together in past lives. 

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     Have you ever been to a new place and felt you’d been there before? Some call these synchronicities. It is the concept that our soul lives on in multiple lifetimes. Many believe that traumas, memories, and feelings pass from one life to another. Past life regression therapy can help release those blocked emotions—the demons you pushed down and locked up.

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     Always curious about past lives and their impact on us today, I read that when we experience déjà vu, it’s our spirit guides or ancestors giving us signs that we are on the right path. Our guides help us if we open our hearts and minds and listen. 

 

     Alana, an employee of Moon Dreamz, a metaphysical store, was my guide for this session. She recently relocated from Hawaii to Florida. Her beautiful Polynesian skin and light brown hair with golden highlights lit up her glowing smile, emitting a joyful radiance. 

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     Alana placed me in a state of light hypnosis while I lay on a comfortable, warm bed. Her soft, firm voice relaxed me as she instructed me to stare at an overhead light. Though in a light trance, I was still aware of my surroundings and could speak. 

 

     After the movie theater experience, my spiritual leader counted one – two – three and snapped her fingers. Now, there were waves. I was alone in a small cabin cruiser-sized boat in the middle of a dark sea. The derelict boat was stripped of lights and instruments and had no motor. I looked over the gunnel, and one bright light shone from a deep hole in the ocean floor. At first, I was scared, then curious, as if I could see all the way through to the other side of the planet.

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     The light slowly faded to a dot, then disappeared, leaving me in darkness. I slid to the floor, wrapped in blackness and silence. “I’m dying!” I cried. “I am dying now.” My sobbing was uncontrollable.

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     Alana told me to take deep breaths and relaxed me back into my trance with one–two—three—snap. 

 I instantly changed from hysterically crying to laughing and smiling. “Where are you now?” Alana asked. “What’s so funny?’

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     “I’m flying. It’s blissful. Dense green trees line both sides of a winding stream. There’s no civilization in this rich forest. Flying is so freeing. Wait, wait, I’m coming down.”