My Life As: A French Baker

Background info:
A few weeks had passed since my first real past life regression. I had tried again to no avail(I just couldn't get my analytical mind out of the way enough to relax!), but I thought about that life as a Native American a lot and really couldn't wait to get started. I again settled in as my two year old daughter slept on me and relaxed to the sounds of the hypnotherapist's calm voice. I set my thoughts aside and just decided to go with the flow and see what happened.


Second PLR:
I was very relaxed. I listened as the voice took me deeper and deeper inside of myself. As usual she instructed my subconscious mind/higher self to bring a past life that was closely related to my life as Lindsay today. We floated along and finally she instructed me to step into my past life and to look down at my feet. I could immediately feel my top lip itching a little bit and knew that I had a mustache. It is odd. You definitely feel PLRs energetically, no matter how new to it all you are. I could already feel that this regression was starting off stronger than the first one had. I was more confident and assured this time. I looked down at my feet and I was wearing boots. She asked my name and immediately "Raoul," popped into my head. I was sort of shocked, it definitely wasn't a name I would make up. She asked how old I was and I heard a thought in my head saying "Forty-three." She asked me to notice how I felt about life and to look around me and to see where I was, what I did, and to just explore the life for awhile. I felt very smiley and friendly, a lot like how I feel now actually! I love people very much! I worked in a shop with a big bright window and a bell on the door. I worked with other people, but I felt like I was in charge of them and although I was kind, we were not good friends. I focused my time on my customers and could tell that part of the allure of my store was my kindness. It wasn't until later that I realized that I was baker, but I could tell that I loved my customers and that I was a very loving and caring man.


She instructed me to go to my evening meal and look around me. I was supposed to notice who was there, what we ate, and just to see how an evening meal in that life would be. I immediately found myself at the head of a table. I looked down at my plate and was proud of the bread that was being served (This is when it clicked that I was a baker). I looked around me and saw the faces of my children, I had four. My wife "Emilie'" was standing at the end of the table in a apron. She looked very slim, had brown hair pulled back into a bun, had a tired but lovely face. I immediately knew that she was my husband in this life, Daniel. I could tell that she worked hard for us and she didn't sit down at all. We were a happy family and I felt very proud of everyone that I saw around me.


The voice asked me to go back into a time in my teenage years, perhaps to a special event. I hated to leave my lovely family, but I did as I was told. I was playing some sort of ball game in the street with little boys. I was around 17 years old and was showing off. I could tell that someone was watching me and I was trying to impress this person. It was Emilie! I knew I wanted to marry her and she loved to watch me play with the little children in the community. I knew that she was dreaming of our future together and of our children. I wanted to marry her. The game we were playing was foreign to me. It included a small wooden ball and a club of some sort. I haven't researched this yet, but it is kind of hard to describe.


The voice asked me to move forward to my twenties and I found myself in my living room holding a little boy above my head. We were playing and enjoying each other. Emilie was watching with a smile and I loved her very much. I was a good father! Next I saw myself upstairs in the bed with my wife making love. It was a strange sensation! I was the man and she was beneath me. I remember thinking that we did that a whole lot.


Next it was time to go into my fifties or sixties if I was still alive, if I had already passed the voice instructed me to find another important time and go there. I was alive. I was in my late fifties and I laughed to myself and said "I have gray hair now!" I couldn't see it. I just knew it. I still worked in town, but my oldest son had stepped up to the plate and was starting to take over the family business. I was so proud of him and all that he was doing. I recognized that he was my second son in this lifetime, my nine year old. I had a strong sense that everything was going to be okay now that he was going to continue with my work.


Next the voice told me to go to the morning of my passing. She said that I may or may not know that I'm dying, that I may be sick, or that I may wake up on what seemed to be a completely normal day. I was upstairs in the same bedroom where I had been making love with my wife in my twenties. I was getting dressed in brown pants, a white button up shirt, and suspenders. I walked over to the mirror above the dresser. I felt tired and knew that I was not doing well, but I wasn't sick with a disease or expecting to die that soon. I was in my early sixties. I suddenly felt a pain in my chest and doubled over in the floor between the dresser and the foot of the bed. I floated up above the room and watched as my wife and daughter came in. They were crying and holding me. I had a strong sense of peace and knew somehow that everything would be okay. When the voice asked if I had any regrets I realized that I regretted not being at my daughter's wedding. She was getting married soon and I was supposed to walk her down the aisle. She was the apple of my eye! I thought of my daughter in this lifetime but knew immediately that this wasn't her. Actually Raoul's daughter was my oldest son, the ten year old(well he's actually 11 today!). She was my princess and I just wished I could have stayed longer to give her away at her wedding.


Next it was time to have a life review. I was supposed to find things I could have done differently, and find things that I did really well and would like to bring into my lifetime as Lindsay with me. I realized that I could have done a lot more with my business and could have made a lot more money, but that I chose being home with my family and being a good husband and father over working that much. My mind shifted to my lovely wife Emilie. I thought about what a good housewife she was and how much work she did. She kept the house completely clean and was always tired because she never took a break or slowed down at all. I thought about my life now as Lindsay and about the argument that my husband and I have regularly about my housewife skills. I'm of the mindset that a house should feel lived in instead of spic and span. I keep my house clean, but not necessarily organized or like a "show room..." It suddenly occurred to me that he was a wonderful housewife as Emilie and that of course he expects a clean and well cared for house! He kept a wonderful home for me in that lifetime. It definitely changed my view of my duties here in my present life!


Reflections:
This was my favorite past life regression! I absolutely loved the fact that I was able to identify family members from my current life and see the different roles we've played together. It made me think long and hard about who I am now. It made me want to do better and make my husband proud, the way he made Raoul feel when he was Emilie. I recognized a lot of the qualities that I have now-- I am a people person like he was, I love helping people and making their day better by being kind and friendly, and I truly love my family and am proud of all that my life has turned out to be. I will always cherish the pieces of the lifetime that are now a part of my memories. It is quite interesting how many times a past life memory will now pop into my head. I felt so crazy telling my husband that he was my wife in another life and I think he just sort of laughed it off and took a jab at me, but I like to think that somewhere deep down inside he remembers it too!