A 49 years old man had past life regression to understand “Why certain events and behavior tend to repeat themselves in his life?” He said, Doctor, I feel that I have some past life link to my life pattern and I wish to understand it.
Session…..
There are dark clouds in the sky. I am a small child looking down at water. I am all alone and scared. I go inside the house. A lady with covered head is sitting and grinding wheels. She is my mother. I am playing in the fields in front of the house.
Some men are fighting with swords. My mother is holding me tightly. A man’s stomach is pierced with the sword and he starts bleeding. He is my father. He fell to ground. It seems he is dead. All the men leave now. A lot of turbaned people wearing white dress came for cremation. I lit his funeral pyre. My mother is crying and ladies are consoling her. I am hungry. There is nothing to eat. Someone brought food. My mother gives me bath and then gave me food to eat.
I am 20 year old young man. I am with a lot of young boys. The fields are green. There is a big pillared entry gate to village. There is a Mela [a festival]. There is a merry go round, bangle shops, eateries and lot of people in the Mela.
I am 40 sitting under a tree. A lot of people are gathered around me and looking at me. People ask me to settle the dispute. A woman is crying because of the fight with her husband. Two boys fought over land. People accept my advice and judgment.
I am wearing white clothes and going to another village along with many other people on a horse. We all are armed with swords. Here also a lot of people are gathered under the tree and are waiting for me. They look forward for settlement of their disputes. It feels good that I am able to help them.
I am 50. I did not marry. My mother is grown old. There is fierce fighting going on. I am the leader of a 500 men army of villagers from my village and the villages I visit. We are dressed in white and the other party is in blue dress. We are defending ourselves against their attack on us. A lot of people die and there is lot of blood on the ground. It seems we have won as our attackers are running away. I am injured on the back. It is night and people are keeping a vigil with the help of fire torches. Next day mass funeral pyres are lit.
A lot of men died in the fight. I am arranging livelihood for the families of the dead. Now things are peaceful. It seems my village is somewhere near Attari. I am getting old. I remain at home most of the time. My mother is no more. I am alone. Lots of people come to me with their problems. There is a black marble plate at the gate of my home. “RoopHazara” is written in Punjabi on it. I am now 90 years. I slept in the night and did not wake up again. Thousands of people came. They are carrying me. Everybody is crying. Local priest lit my funeral pyre. The “RoopHazara” house is now a monument for them. I was very satisfied with my life. Guided to light, I receive guidance for my current life.
Lesson learnt… Service to others is a matter of great satisfaction.
Re-orientation
He said, Thank you Dr. Raghuvanshi, I have experienced an amazing journey. I will never forget this amazing experience.
