moonstone_dreams
November 26th, 2004, 02:05 PM
It wasn't quite what I expected. She used a fascinating healing modality called the Melchizedek Method to manipulate the energy in the room and activate my DNA. During the session I felt disappointed in myself for not being able to go deep enough. I had worried that I wouldn't be able to. I felt fully awake, and I even thought my muscles were tense, which is strange because my muscles don't feel that tense even under normal circumstances. However, she told me afterwards that I was deep. I was experiencing rapid eye movement. I was vibrating. When I felt my arms shaking, I thought it was nervous tension or something... but apparently that was supposed to happen... I was just where I was supposed to be.
She asked me questions, and I answered. That's how the session went. I also feared that I was making up the responses according to my own expectations, but she said I was deep enough that I couldn't have told her anything that wasn't true. Even though it sometimes felt like I was making up the responses, there was also this "Aha!" feeling that I can't quite describe... a sort of clairsentience which let me know I wasn't in my typical state.
The regression. I open a door and find myself in a garden. There is green and beautiful flowers all around me; mountains in the distance. I can feel a skirt blowing in the wind, and then as I become aware of what I'm wearing on the upper part of my body, I feel my breasts, and feel some sort of bodice. (This was probably the most tactile part of the regression.) My name is Samantha. I am in my twenties. I am living in the mid-19th century. I walk home to a quaint little house, with flowers outside, which I planted, and I think I also sense a birdbath or a fountain. The house is pink (or brown?) and I walk in to meet my husband (whose name is Jack, or Michael) and my daughter, as well as an old woman, who I feel is my grandmother. My mother has died a while ago, and I do not know my father. My husband is wearing a suit. I do not know what he does for a living but I see him driving a carriage. We live in a town called Derry which I feel is in the British Isles.
Forward. I am about thirty five. I find myself in a cafe or restaurant. I see a bar with many glasses behind it. My husband is there and suddenly he falls. There is much commotion and I think some of the glasses have fallen and broken to pieces. He has a heart attack and is dead before I have a chance to say another word to him. I am too distraught to do anything.... I feel my husband broke a promise related to fidelity. I know he loved me very much, and I loved him, but I had trouble trusting people after that... especially my friend, Edith, who was very loyal, but I was never able to trust her completely.
I am about forty. I see myself climbing a hill, picking berries, and making pies with my daughter.... I am in my fifties, and I am teaching children in a school. I walk out of the school to see the man who will be my second husband, Steven. He wears a brimmed hat, has a pleasant smile and a good sense of humour. He has two boys, about ten years old. He runs a bakery.... My second husband also dies of heart troubles. In my last days, I am living in a town called _____bridge. I have become weak, and die a peaceful death.
The woman who facilitated my regression told me she felt Samantha was very compassionate, and that she was trying to tell me to take care of my "heart," both physically and emotionally. It's true -- I am worried about my heart. I've always been worried about heart problems, and I never understood why.
She also told me she could see a bright healing light coming out of my hands, and also in my voice.
I found a city called Derry in Northern Ireland. I am looking at a picture of it, and I see mountains in the distance, just as in my regression.
She asked me questions, and I answered. That's how the session went. I also feared that I was making up the responses according to my own expectations, but she said I was deep enough that I couldn't have told her anything that wasn't true. Even though it sometimes felt like I was making up the responses, there was also this "Aha!" feeling that I can't quite describe... a sort of clairsentience which let me know I wasn't in my typical state.
The regression. I open a door and find myself in a garden. There is green and beautiful flowers all around me; mountains in the distance. I can feel a skirt blowing in the wind, and then as I become aware of what I'm wearing on the upper part of my body, I feel my breasts, and feel some sort of bodice. (This was probably the most tactile part of the regression.) My name is Samantha. I am in my twenties. I am living in the mid-19th century. I walk home to a quaint little house, with flowers outside, which I planted, and I think I also sense a birdbath or a fountain. The house is pink (or brown?) and I walk in to meet my husband (whose name is Jack, or Michael) and my daughter, as well as an old woman, who I feel is my grandmother. My mother has died a while ago, and I do not know my father. My husband is wearing a suit. I do not know what he does for a living but I see him driving a carriage. We live in a town called Derry which I feel is in the British Isles.
Forward. I am about thirty five. I find myself in a cafe or restaurant. I see a bar with many glasses behind it. My husband is there and suddenly he falls. There is much commotion and I think some of the glasses have fallen and broken to pieces. He has a heart attack and is dead before I have a chance to say another word to him. I am too distraught to do anything.... I feel my husband broke a promise related to fidelity. I know he loved me very much, and I loved him, but I had trouble trusting people after that... especially my friend, Edith, who was very loyal, but I was never able to trust her completely.
I am about forty. I see myself climbing a hill, picking berries, and making pies with my daughter.... I am in my fifties, and I am teaching children in a school. I walk out of the school to see the man who will be my second husband, Steven. He wears a brimmed hat, has a pleasant smile and a good sense of humour. He has two boys, about ten years old. He runs a bakery.... My second husband also dies of heart troubles. In my last days, I am living in a town called _____bridge. I have become weak, and die a peaceful death.
The woman who facilitated my regression told me she felt Samantha was very compassionate, and that she was trying to tell me to take care of my "heart," both physically and emotionally. It's true -- I am worried about my heart. I've always been worried about heart problems, and I never understood why.
She also told me she could see a bright healing light coming out of my hands, and also in my voice.
I found a city called Derry in Northern Ireland. I am looking at a picture of it, and I see mountains in the distance, just as in my regression.