Past life regression

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I'm leaving Rishikesh, the worlds capital for Yoga in two days and I haven’t done anything but wander around, get high and further understand myself. This afternoon I entered a shop id walked past and been curious about since the day I got here.

CHAKRA HEALING
PAST LIFE REGRESSION

I walked in there at 4 and asked them about the past life regression. They told me it took a few hours and they have an availability at 5. So I hesitantly booked myself in and spent an hour drawing faces in a café.

Walking back, a man with long greying hair and circle shades sat in a small room. Looking like an Indian John Lennon if he wasn’t assassinated and was allowed the gift of aging. The other man, who I thought was in charge asked me to sat down. As they both finished their black coffees they practised some small talk. After a little while I entered the back room with John Lennon. Sat me on a single bed and told me to relax.

“So Riley, what is it you're doing?”

I explained how I've pretty much had a life of discipline for as long as I can remember. School, sport and then work and sport. Then a mortgage and now I'm just enjoying life without discipline.

“Just figuring it out”

“Yeah, but not really, I'm not trying to figure anything out. I've spent too long thinking I had it figured out. Now its all up to destiny”

“So you believe in destiny?”

“Yes, destiny, symbolism, feeling”

“Tell me about your childhood”

“My childhood was great, I have four older brothers”

“Oh you're the youngest?”

“Youngest of five yes, and it was mostly just sport and family and wherever I played sport all my family did too”

Then I went on to explain how I am a little older and now I can see how great my childhood was but at the time I did struggle through it. I cried for the first three weeks of every term at school up until sixteen. We would have 8 weeks off over Christmas and I was depressed about going back in the first week of holidays.

“Tell me something exciting that happened in your childhood Riley”

“Exciting, negative or positive?”

“Positive. We wont work with negativity. Although it does join up the dots quicker it will take us to places we don’t want to go”

I sat there trying to think of something exciting and realised I don’t get excited too much.

“I remember when I was 15 playing cricket and I made my first 100”

“Nice”

“I remember my first kiss, that was pretty exciting”

“Tell me about it”

“I was in primary school and it was a big deal because no one had done it yet. Everyone organised it and the girl walked on the school over and we kissed on the lips. I remember my glands feeling weird straight away”

He asked for more, I told him I guess I alchemise excitement into anxiety.

“Do you have any fears? Are you scared of water or something?”

“I'm scared of commitment”

He laughed, gave me a high five and said, “Stay scared brother”.

He told me to relax and he left the room. Came back in with seven texters. All the colours of the rainbow. Handed them to me and told me to get acquainted with the colours. I played with them. Put them in order of their contrast. Then in the order of the ocean with yellow sand. Green shrubs and an orange and red sun. Then I felt the urge to draw with them. To show off my rebellious persona. On my hand I drew a ladies face. Then gave her a body and blonde hair. Red lips and grass around her. Orange and red sun and drew arms and made her waving at me.

After waiting for him to stop me, and then getting lost in my drawing I looked up and he said, “All done?”,

“Yes”.

I was waiting for you, I thought.

“Now close your eyes and I will hold out a pen and when I tell you to open them, without blinking you tell me the colour”

I was a bit slow on indigo but passed the test and was in tune with the colours.

I laid and relaxed. He went from my feet all the way up to the top of my head. Relaxing each muscle group along the way. Then as he spoke to me with my eyes closed, laying horizontally in a dim lit room he told me to float. I floated and he told me to enter a red bubble. I floated inside the comfy bubble, breathing in its energy, as the bubbles colour fell through in order to whatever the last colour is, I forget. Purple. Violet.

I stepped out of the purple orb onto green grass. The grass felt good and refreshing. He asked me how it felt and I said, “Refreshing”

“Good” he replied, “Can you see any trees?”

Now I could.

“Yes”.

He then told me to look for a white gate. I pictured it. Walked towards it.

He would say, “We will take 5 steps and be at the gate, okay?”

Then count slowly. I walked to the gate, through it, down rock stairs and I could see a waterfall. I needed to swim in the cold water and I told him that. So I did. Once I was cleaned and refreshed I walked further down the track. I could see a Racetrack. He told me to walk to it. I could see the stables.

“Walk to the stables Riley”

“I cant, I've got no shoes on”

So we walked through the race meet a little further and I found some shoes. Now I was an older man. Wearing black rounded leather shoes. White socks pulled up.

“What can you see now Riley?”

“I see a horse. I see a jockey and the trainer and they’re speaking with me. It’s a female Jockey. I'm in charge, or at least I think I am”

“Do you have any connection to the people?”

“No, but I do with the horse. Its my horse. I don’t care how it goes I just don’t want it to get hurt. Its going to come third”.

He told me to move on and I did. Now I was in a paddock that required maintenance. Dried out grass grew higher than the fences barely standing. With the guide of Indian John Lennon I saw a house. The house was an old brown timber house. Waterlogged timber as if the house had been deserted. I walked up the three stairs at the front. A maroon door with white skirtings opened and I walked in. The house was ever so homely. A thick rug down the hall and paintings on the wall. It smelt of love.

“Is anyone in the house?”

“Yes”

“Who”

“My wife, she’s in the laundry”

“Go to her”

I did, she was surprised to see me home early and happy for it, I was happy too. There was a painting on the wall beside us. An oil painting of an oak tree with light brown autumn leaves giving it vigour. I painted it. I painted everything in the house and my wife had put them up.

He then told me to walk upstairs. I walked up as he counted my ten steps. To my left was our room. Clean. Above the bed head was a landscape painting of what looked like an Australian river. Wide as the bed. Then I felt my dick twitch. I was feeling something sexual and I told him. I was worried about getting hard because I was wearing shorts and no jocks. He got me out of that room before I got out of hand. I walked to the next room. The room was dark navy, the walls anyway. As if a teenager lived in it. Beatles posters on the wall. A drum set in the corner. The bed was made but there was some things on the floor. The last room upstairs was just a toilet. Peach tiles and a green mat on the floor. I walked downstairs and he asked me, “Is there anyone else in the room”

There was, a boy in the lounge room at the front of the house. He was sitting there watching the cricket. The world series. One day cricket.

“Do you have a connection with this boy?”

“He is my son”

“Give him a hug”

I did. I could see him. He was someone that I know, a real random person from this life. But also makes sense, I wont go into that.

I told the guide that it felt good to hug him and confess my love because I was a typical old man.

“Did he love you back?”

“Yes, but he was shy about it”

We then walked out to my wife. She looked like a young queen Elizabeth. She was hanging the clothes out now. Then I left.

I walked back to the grass. Now the grass was cut, the horses were walking around. The sun had lost its bite but was still lighting up the farm. I felt I was breeding these horses.

“Do you have a connection to any of the horses?”

“I love them all, but not as much as my dog. I have a brown Kelpie”

Then he told me to walk back past the waterfall, asked me if I wanted to swim.

“Its too cold now, id be cold when I got out”

Then on the grass that I could breathe in. Back in the violet bubble. As he took me back down to this body I felt a tingle on my face. Only yesterday I had read that when spirits try and contact you it will feel like a spiderweb on your face. He kept talking and I could feel my wife calling me back.

“My wife is calling me back” I said,

“Go to her”

I did and told her I loved her but it wasn’t it. There was guilt there.

“I feel I want to say sorry to her”

As if I had been a mean man. Firstly I thought I must fuck chicks down at the track. But that resided quickly.

“Say sorry”

I said sorry and there wasn’t relief.

“Ask for forgiveness”

I did, and she gave it to me. Young queen Elizabeth putting white sheets on the line in the backyard of an old lived in timber home on a horse breeding farm.

“You have to say goodbye now Riley, we need to continue our journey”

I said goodbye and got back into the colourful bubbles, added weight back to my body and on his count of three and a click I opened my eyes and got up.

“I feel like we lost a child and I turned bitter. An angry old man. I was sorry for that”

“And that boy you hugged in the front room was the boy you lost” He said,

Then the hairs on my body lifted. I felt shivers through my bones. As if a strangle was released.

“Thank you” I said,

“Don’t thank me, thank her”

He told me to stay there and relax. On my own pieces started to fall into place. The ridiculous weight of loss and the constant fear of abandonment. I cried. As I did I looked at my hand. The waving lady.

I showed the man,

“This is very profound. This is what you come here for”

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