I would like to speak of Past Life Regressions, the act of putting yourself in a past life as opposed to out of body experiences. A spontaneous regression brought about by some event or mind set that you don't control. Past life regression is a purposeful act to achieve a desired result. Your intent is to go to a past life, the where and when is what you don't control.
As a disclaimer I must say I have read books to the contrary but that has not been my experience. I have never gone to the same place twice. It may be just me, you might be able to return to the same place over and over. As of now I haven't and there is one place and time I really want to visit again, and there's one I never want to see again. Feeling the life leaving your body from a mortal wound, unable to raise your head out of the mud and rain, we had lost the battle and no quarter was given. There are some things you don't want to relive again and again.
You must understand the further back you go in time the more barbaric the people are. It's not like the movies. There are no villages with pretty young ladies dancing and wise old men willing to tell you the secrets of life. Times were hard and trust was in short supply.
What I'm telling you is that if you end up in a place that you are not a member of the town or village you visit you may not be treated kindly. Not all past live regressions are pleasant but they are all thought provoking and some will give you insight into your path through this incarnation. So don't expect to end up under the tree of knowledge in a field of flowers.
Incarnation is something we must discuss before we go any further. Is there a "back" to go to? Are we simply a product of our parents DNA with no everlasting energy? If that is the case then there is no "back" and all religion and the Arts are figments of our imagination, made up to give us hope that there is more than this short existence, but we are electrical chemical beings. We produce energy. We may be at rest (potential) but we cannot be destroyed. So why make a new one every time when you have one in the cooler. Makes sense to me.
One more thing on this subject I learned with the Talking Board reincarnation is a random occurrence, there seems to be no pattern as to the number of years between lives and some are new souls with no past lives.
In my family my oldest daughter is the oldest soul, I'm second, my wife and youngest daughter are third, my son is fourth with one past life. Stephanie my second daughter, she is the one I wrote about is a new soul. So if past life regression doesn't work for you, you may not have a past to go to.
NOTE from Alex....
Read Thomas' amazing story of Healing Stephanie at http://www.powerfengshui.info/EZine/Thomas%27s%20Corner.shtml#Thomas5 It is supernatural and REAL. Each of us has this "Power of God" within us. Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. Will we use it? Judgement Day will tell the story.
I have had quite a few regressions in my studies of the Art, some good, others bad, but most were somewhere in the middle. Most of my regressions seem to have been in Euro-Asia and the Middle East but all but one of my out of body experiences have been in the British Isles. Don't ask me why I can only say that to practice the Art you must first come to realization that there are always more questions than answers.
Past Life Regression can be done in a number of ways. There are books, CDs, or the help of a medium, they all work, so pick what best suits you. They all are a type of hypnosis, breaking the mind's tie to the body, to free it from reality, so it can unlock doors long shut to remember things long forgotten, so you can see in your mind's eye what made you what you are today. My advice is don't look for the golden nugget. Enjoy the ride. If the nugget is there you will know it, for it will shine like a diamond in a goat's body part.
I had that moment the third or fourth regression. (it's the one I want to go back to) I was walking through the desert somewhere. As I walked I took notice of my dress, I was wearing a tan robe and sandals. I was aware of the ever present danger to a lone traveler but I gave it no thought there was something I had to do.
The trail turned into a dry wash where it ran beside a dry stream bed and I began to climb. When I exited the wash there was a walled city two or three hundred yards wide. I was impressed on one level by it's grandeur but it was familiar to me in this incarnation.
As I walked through the city gates my mind was filled with anticipation of the meeting awaiting me. I entered through the main gates to find myself on a street about twenty feet wide lined with shops of all sorts on both sides that led to the center of the city. I walked with a purpose paying little notice to the people around me. After a while I started to notice everyone looked away as I passed. On one level it was understandable, on another it wasn't.
When I reached the center of the city I found myself in a fairly small circle no more than forty feet with a fountain in the center. On the far side of the fountain sat a soldier on a beautiful brown horse. Judging by his scale mail armor and the short sword he wore, this was the Middle Iron Age. He turned and looked at me for a second, reared his horse and galloped off to my left.
That was when I realized these people hated and feared me. I also knew they meant nothing to me. I could take their life any time I chose and it would mean no more than the swatting of a fly. The power was all I sought and anything in my way was expendable and the pursuit of the power was why I was here.
I circled the fountain to my right and entered a building on the other side. It was a large establishment for the times, more a hotel and bar/restaurant. I took a seat at a table to my left to wait for whoever it was I was waiting for. Someone brought me a stein of something. I don't know what for, I never drank it. As I sat there I became more and more concerned who should have been here when I arrived, something wasn't right. I sat there a few more minutes and decided I must leave, then as now I am not a patient person.
As I rose to leave I tossed a coin on the table and made my way to the back of the inn. In the inn as on the street everyone moved out of my way and they all turned their heads as I passed. I paid no heed to the people as I made my way to a heavy wooden door at the back of the Inn.
I opened the door and stepped through letting the door close behind me to find myself on a small landing with a long staircase leading down. The only light came from the bottom of the stairs. It was the light of many candles. I paused a moment to let my eyes adjust and started down. I had been here many times before and knew the place well, so I started down.
At the bottom I found myself in a long passageway with rooms alternating on each side, this was where the light was coming from. Each door emanated a warm bright light. I wanted to know what was in these rooms, to study each one and preserve it in memory so I might reproduce it.
But this was not why my present incarnation was here. He was here because it was the fastest way out of the city. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, they should have been here. He was in a hurry to leave the city and I didn't know why or where he was going.
Regressions to me is like walking into the middle of a movie watching a scene and leaving/ It's impossible to know the whole story. It is my opinion the story doesn't matter so don't get caught up in it. There is something in the scene that will help you on some level. It may not be what you're looking for at the time but there's something there for you. So write it down in great detail as soon as possible. You will be surprised at the clarity this simple act can bring.
As we walked down the hall I glanced in the rooms as we passed. A few things were the same in all the rooms. They were all about 10' X 10'. They all had a Altar half the width of the room, on the back wall. (The Altars were like a low bench about a foot tall.) On the Altars there were five white candles. Three were about a foot tall, two about 6 inches, the tallest were on each end and in the middle the smaller ones were between them. All the candles were about three inches in diameter.
The other thing they all had was the floor, covered in a layer of smooth white sand (as if no one had entered the room) and the large white candles. The difference was the patterns of the candles on the floor. Each room had a different Tattvas symbol of the elements (that is the system I use today but not then), the square, the circle, the triangle and crescent. The patterns all started with a single candle in the middle of the room. Around it the symbol is formed about a foot away and repeated every foot, when the symbol reached the wall they used what part of it that would fit, until the room was filled with candles.
In the fifth and final room was a pentagram, the five pointed star, while the other rooms were inspiring to look at and energy flowed in abundance, somehow this room was different. All the qualities and energies of the other rooms were there but there was something more. I wouldn't call it sinister but it defiantly wasn't warm and fuzzy.
My partner in this incarnation hurried me quickly down the passageway into the light and heat of the day. There he stopped and looked back at the walled city we had traveled so long to reach. I was surprised how far down the hill we were, then I felt something in my host and he turned around and started down the hill.
That was where we parted company and I returned to my bed in suburbia USA. It had been quite a ride. At that time I didn't know what to make of the experience.
I now believe it showed me the path I would take, the symbols I would use, and the one to be very careful with. Because without a good heart and a clear head you can't see the dangers when you play too close to the fire, and the ruled becomes the ruler.
My advice to you is, if you want to try it by all means do so. It can run the gambit of visual and emotional experiences. My only advice is keep a life line with you, never surrender total control and become so emerged you can't get out. No one can see what you see or feel what you feel. So always be able to leave when you want to.
Thomas
Regression is like a box chocolates.