Background:
My nine year old son and I sat down together for a regression tonight. It was hard to settle the rest of the house down enough, but once my toddler was upstairs playing with her oldest brother and my husband was out for a run, we took the chance to sit down together in the living room. He settled into the recliner, closed his eyes, and we began.
His 2nd PLR:
I began by relaxing him and once I felt that he was deep enough I had him walk down a path to a cottage. There was a light in the window and it was very inviting. I watched as his feet twitched as they walked down the imaginary path toward the cottage. I counted down from 20 to 0 and told him that when I got to zero he would walk into the cottage. Once he was inside I described a warm fire, a bookshelf, and a rocking chair. I told him to look at the bookshelf and select the book with his name on it, explaining that it held all of the information about his past lives within. He took the heavy book from the shelf and settled in by the fire. I explained that inside the book was a past life that was relevant to his life now, and as he opened the book I was a bit giddy to see what life he would find... I always am!
I asked him what was on the page, and told him that it would be a picture of him in that life. "I'm an African American boy. I have on shorts that are ripped up and dirty. I have beat marks on me from whips." his nine year old voice sounded calm and confident.
I began to ask more questions and before I knew it a fascinating life unfolded....
They were peaceful and happy in Africa. He remembered spending time with his Father and Mother and laughing a lot. They were captured and taken on a ship to America and they were separated. "One man wanted my Father and another man bought my Mama and me." he explained. I asked how it made him feel and he said he felt scared. He described that he worked in a field all day in the hot sun. He said they picked cotton and that there were a lot other slaves around him working. At the evening meal he described being in a shack off in the corner with his Mama and new baby brother. They were tired, but they loved each other a lot. He said his baby brother was chubby. We moved forward in the life and he realized that he was on the run. He had wanted his Mama and brother, who was older now, to come too, but they were too afraid that they would get caught. He was up farther North in a city. He had crossed a river and traveled at night and people were looking for him. He said even people up North were looking for him and he just wanted to blend in and find somewhere safe to hide. We moved forward in time and he had found a home with a white man and women. They let him hide in their wagon and gave him food and clothes to wear. After awhile he began working for them, although he considered it more to be working WITH them as a favor and not as a slave. They were kind to him, but he realized his life hadn't really changed all that much. He went from a huge plantation with his family to working with this white couple, the only difference was that they were kind to him and they wanted to protect him. He said he was still a slave and had risked his life for freedom that he really hadn't found. Without telling the kind people, he left and headed back toward his family. He had spent a long time with those people, but they still wanted to keep him a secret and he just couldn't stay there. He missed his family and had to go find them again. He wasn't sure if he was going to help them escape or just visit them, but he knew he couldn't go back to work on the plantation without being killed. He traveled at night, made it home, and told his Mother and Brother "Goodbye," right before the white man with a beard caught him. He said his brother was nineteen now and that his Mama was old. The man said "I've got you, fool." and proceeded to beat him to death. He tried to fight back at first, but he couldn't. He floated out of his body after dying and saw a white light in the distance. He automatically knew that everything was okay. He said he didn't know the word, but that he felt peaceful and good. He said he felt both sad and okay about dying. I asked what lessons he had learned from that life and he told me how lucky he is now to be free and to have a good life. He explained that he realized he should have stayed with his family because they were important to him and he was never really free anyway. He realized how brave he was though, traveling in the darkness and trying to get away. I brought him out of hypnosis and with wide eyes he said, "That was cool!"
Reflections:
We went into the kitchen and poured a glass of tea and each had a slice of Pizza that was still on the counter from supper. He looked at me, the light of the fridge outlining his face in the dark kitchen, and said "We're so lucky that we get to eat pizza and have tea anytime we want! I just had to eat cornbread all the time in that life..." I couldn't help but smile. Even someone who hasn't lived a decade yet is able to gain something from having a past life regression. If nothing else, the simple realization of how blessed and lucky he is to be free and eat pizza is enough for me. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe somewhere in his past life as a slave that he may have crossed paths with me as "Frederick." I can't help but hope that I was nearby.
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