Background:
I never thought I'd see the day when my husband would let me hypnotize him! He was just kind of freaked out by the fact that I could do it. Many people feel that way and just don't really understand what is happening with hypnosis. I guess he thought that I was controlling minds and that it was a dangerous amount of power to give your wife! Haha! I remember the first time he saw me conduct an "arm raising," he was disturbed by the fact that through words I could make my son's arm rise, or his hand stick to his face, or his entire arm rigid and immovable. I can see why. It didn't offend me. I just decided to be patient with him and when I could to explain how safe hypnosis it, how I can't make anyone do anything that they don't want to do, and how you're still awake and alert through the process. After he heard the boys describing their past lives, he decided that he would let me conduct one on him. One day in the car I did a progressive relaxation on him (I was driving), just to show him what it felt like to go under. I was glad he had come around, and a few nights later he had his first past life regression.
His First PLR:
He sat in the recliner and relaxed. I sat on the couch and watched as his body responded to my words and visibly let go of any tension or stress. I helped him to simply relax and visualize. Once I could tell that he was deep enough, I had him float down a river of time and space with the clear understanding that the river was leading to a past lifetime. Since it was his first regression I knew that things may be a little unclear for him and that it would likely be an odd experience. I just hoped that he could get to a past life-- I didn't want him thinking we were crazy or lying, and I really wanted to be able to share the cool feeling of seeing into another lifetime with him. After awhile of floating on the river of time, I told him to step onto the shore of a past life. I asked him to look down at his feet and he did, he was a little boy and he was barefooted. His clothes were ragged and torn and they looked almost like potato sacks tied with rope. He was all alone in a forest and he knew that he didn't have a family anymore. He didn't know his name (common in a first regression especially) and he just felt lonely and hungry. I asked him where he said that he was in Missouri, but seemed to end the word with a question mark.
After awhile of talking about his surroundings I asked him to move forward to a time in his life when he was surrounded by people, and suggested that he move forward into his twenties. He first said that everything was modern and that there were buildings now. He described a big fat rich man who he looked up to very much. The man was not kin to him, but apparently he saw potential in him and wanted to help him. He called the man a mentor and had a deep respect and admiration for him. It seems that a well-off gentleman had taken him under his wing and had helped him find work. I asked if he had a family now and he said no, he was still all alone other than the man.
We moved forward in his lifetime and he realized that he was working on the railroad, building the tracks heading toward California and away from the Mississippi River. He said that he traveled with other men who worked for the railroad and that he was very good at what he did, a hard worker.. I asked him if he knew what year it was and he said that it felt like the mid 1800s. I asked if he had a wife or children and he said no, that he was just working and the only people around him were coworkers. I suggested that we should move forward into his later life, honestly I was kind of looking for a time when he had people around him who he loved, but when he got there he didn't see anything and felt a swirling motion. He felt dizzy and said "I think I'm dead." Realizing that he must have died young, I asked him to move back to the day of his death and reminded him that he wouldn't feel any pain and that if he ever just wanted to step back and watch it as a movie that he could. I asked him how old he was when he died and he said he was thirty something. He saw a railroad bridge and told me that he fell from it and died. He saw a co-worker, a friend even, looking over the side of the bridge saying "Nooo!"
Still under hypnosis, I asked him what lesson he could take from that lifetime and what he thought of what he had experienced. He said he was always so lonely and that he never had a real relationship or anybody to connect with then. He said it made him feel grateful for the fact that he had a family to love now. He said he felt sorry for the orphaned boy who never really had anyone to call his own. I felt it too and almost wanted to cry at the gravity of it all. I brought him back to the room around him and we kind of just sat there for a minute. He was now a member of our little club!
Reflections:
It was late and we went to bed right after his regression... In bed we both started researching that era and the railroad on our phones. It was fascinating to read about! The Transcontinental Railroad really was around the mid 1800s and really was going from the Missouri area toward California. There were a LOT of deaths along the way-- including his I guess. I started searching about orphans in that area during that period and came across many stories about the HUGE amounts of orphaned children... Many times sickness would wipe out entire families and whoever was left, often times children, would be taken in by neighbors if they were lucky. Sometimes immigrants would adopt these orphaned children, but the amount of children without families during that time in America was staggering! It was described as a major problem and many times children would just end up on their own. It was very intriguing to read about and to confirm. I mean we didn't know much of anything about this area or the railroad. I'm sure at some point in school we had a quick overview of it, but it was not something that either of us were able to recall without the help of Google! I'm looking forward to the day when he asks me to do another regression on him. As I sit and write about it I can't help but feel a little jealous that I don't have my very own hypnotist to lead me back into a past life and that I have to rely on CDs. I definitely have a goal of having a real PLR from a living and breathing hypnotherapist someday!
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