90 days of regression part 3

90 days of regression part 3


I had Emily over for another regression therapy session today, but this time it seemed very confusing, and then again not at all. Perhaps because she has tried it a few times now she jumped back and forth through different moments of the same life.  “I am with a lot of people, hippies” she said. “I am a woman on a stage, I am a singer”.  She told me that she was at the Woodstock festival in 1969. She had red nails, was 27 years old and she was singing at Woodstock and that her name was either Janice or Janet.

My heart raced and instantly I started thinking about Janis Joplin, but I got clear indications from Spirit that it wasn’t her.  She continued; “I am with my band, not a main name, and my man, Carl, is playing the guitar. We are not a big name and I am backing singer.” She said that he wasn’t good looking but that she was very into him. They could live off playing their music and it was great times she said, and continued; “I am from Wisconsin. “

All of the sudden she changes the scene, “I am 34 years old” she said. I asked her where she was and she told me she was in a disgusting place, a place where people go to take drugs. She was looking for someone she told me. “I am looking for my man, for Carl.” She confirmed that he was also doing drugs as well as she was. He was lost and she had to find him.

All of the sudden her face changes and she says “something fell in to my head”, she looked like it hurt her. Her hands flew to her stomach, “I am hurt.” She had been stabbed and was dying. When I asked if she knew who had stabbed her she didn’t know. “It is a tough neighborhood” she said with a shrug of the shoulders.

Then she changed the scene again. “Now I’m in the hospital, and I am dying. It’s in Oklahoma” It was the end of that life. She had her mother there and naturally she was very sad.

When she left that body and that life I asked her what she thought she had to learn from that life and experience; “I shouldn’t follow a man blindly, but rather be free and independent. I was insecure and did not believe in myself” she told me and continued. “It doesn’t necessarily turn out great when you lean on others. You have to love yourself, and then you can do it!”  After she was came back to the present we talked about the entire experience. “I must be insane, Woodstock – it must be imagination and not regression” she said in disbelief.

I, on the other hand, was very sure that she had been there and very sure that the messages were good. To trust in herself, be who she is. She had to understand she was a great person.

“You can do it” is the best way to put it.


90 days of regression part 2

90 days of regression part 2


Today I had my first regression therapy session with a woman, ”Emily”, who will be having 90 days of “regression boost.” ”Emily” is an independent business woman, yet she still has a very hard time finding her place in the world both privately and professionally.

From the outside her life looks great; she is married to a great guy who would go to the moon and back for her if she asked for it. They have two kids together, a boy and a girl. But for some reason she feels lost, alone and confused. My hope is for her to put all the pieces of the puzzle of her life together through sessions and regression therapy.

When I had the first session with “”Emily”” she told me that she could see mountains, white houses and roses. After some time it was apparent that she was in Switzerland around 1849. At first she was around 8-9 years old. She had leather shoes with a strap, was in a red dress and wearing an apron. She saw a heavy man with a big cart who turned out to be her father. He was a miller and he loved her very much. He was heavy in an unhealthy way. He changed over the years she told me, and he was hard on her. “He hit me, but not until later in life” she said, but she still knew that her father loved her. She could sense the big mill and that it was damp and cold inside.

She couldn’t tell if she had any siblings or not. “My mom died when I was born” she told me.

She shifted to her death in that life. “I fell out of a church tower, or I was pushed. I was pushed!!” she looked sad and surprised and continued; “I was only 16 years old, and I died because of something with a romance, my father was angry. I was there to meet someone I loved.” “My name is Rachel but everyone calls me Elisa. I don’t know why they do that but they do. “My father hits me because I am the only woman in the house, and have to take care of everything in the house. He wants me to obey him”.

When we ended the regression she was amazed at all the details and how it felt now that she could remember everything.

We have since then been looking for the town and it was there, just like she said it was. Even the name was even the same. I asked her what she thought she would learn from this, how would she use it in this life. At first she didn’t understand, but asked what I thought. I told her that in this life she also has a troubled relationship with her father. In this life she was estranged from him, because she does not fit in his picture of what a perfect daughter is. “Emily” did, in her former life, have a troubled relationship with her father also because she didn’t fit his picture of what a perfect daughter was. He even hit her, and eventually she died an early and gruesome death. It might not have been her father that killed her back then, but it was a troubled relationship.

She suddenly understood after talking about her lives then and now, that she was much stronger in this life because she stopped listening to the notions about how she should be. She has taken a stand and in this life she is trying to be herself and not to live op to someone else’s picture of perfect.