A beautiful Journey: Past Life
Regression , everyone will love to read.
An interesting regression. Will try to write in short. A young, married women,
age30 yrs, married, topper in studies...very beautiful... Looks seems
combination of beautiful features...only single session done, three lives
covered...instant regression..
.1st life.
Year 1140...i
am a girl, wearing dear
skin cloths, age
25 years, living in Gangotri, an ashram, since childhood, as I am an orphan, but most cared by others in ashram.
This ashram is having Shiva statue. I have taken diksha. I am a Brahma Chari.
We are going kashi for Kashi Vishwanath Darshan with our head of the ashram. I
stayed there, then I went to Lumbvini, it is in Nepal. I stayed and did have
siddhiya by tapsya. I am a bhikhshuni... I meditate whole day. I see now we all
are going to bless a marriage ceremony in patliputra.it is a very big palace.
We are blessing the boy, who is to be married. His name is dhritu. I am 35 year
old now. When dhritu saw me, he refused to get married to the other girl. A lot
of things are happening. We are coming back. His father is standing with us with
folded hand. Some one from us is telling something. Regarding marriage, I am
too upset to listen these things. We are leaving the patliputra.but I did not
accepted dhritu proposal. But I know, I liked the thought of his love for me. I
am varying sad. Meri tapsya bhang ho gayi, toot gayi... now I am in kashi sang math.
I am 50 years old. I am head. I am sick. Mera dil me khrabi hay. Breathing
problem hai. Dhritu is here to take care math and me. He is still unmarried. He
devoted his life for me.
(.actually dhritu is my life husband.).......then death...lesson
learned...duty is important.
2nd life......
.year.1803 I am a beautiful girl in Palestine area. They are
calling me malika. I have four brothers, my father is very rich. I am very much
pampered. I am very proud, in nature. An Indian man comes to teach me sitar.
Now we love each other. Abbas, my elder brother now know this. I am too sad.
Abbas killed my sitar teacher. Sitar teacher was in fact dhritu, of last life;
he is my present life husband. I am. Going to Paris for change but not happy. Time is
passing. I am not ready to come back. Abbas is sad. He takes so much pains, comes
to meet me. His wife also comes. Now I
understands my brothers love for me, so
I am getting married
to some one
my family choose. A lot of story......................death.
Lesson learned............be compassionate.
(Two very imp
present life people...Abbas, the brother and his son and Ayaa.The
mousi in
this life. Integrated in this
life.)
3rd life
i am a girl, 12
year, golden hair, my name is rose. I am
on ship with my nanny (caretaker). My mother is dead, so my father is sending
me to my grand parents, I am leaving Lahore.my father do some work there. I am
growing in beautiful women. I study and good in it. My grandfather is dead. I
live with my grand mother and nanny.my house is beautiful. I am happy, I love
someone, and he loves me. Actually (you know... he is the same dhritu&
sitar teacher). I am going somewhere. It is big building, it is airport. My friend
came to airport to see me off. I am upset. I complained about my father to
govt. I think he is a spy. Some Budapest regency...Nazi...these thoughts are
coming in mind. Oh, I want to tell my father, what I did. Oh ...my father is here.
At airport. He is coming. Ahhhhh. He shot me.i am dead. He killed himself. My
lover...he is so sad...lesson. Learned.....i should not have taken a hasty decision
.one should make proper inquiry, before any conclusion .he was not a wrong man. I am
feeling uselessness now.....very long silence....
After PLR: Reorientation and integration....
Very much
scared at airport. Chest problems without medical cause. Chest hurts a lot
without any reason.
Some azeeb sa birth mark on chest. In this time.
Present husband......they met at airport. He came to pick
her, official work. Not known.to each other.it was love at first site for both.
In this life also uska rokaa ho chukka tha.he refused for that rishta. They got
married with efforts of Mamaji of her husband. Mamaji was father of dhritu in
year.1140.
She feels very much connected with Lahore, London and Paris.
Four other relations in present life were in other lives.
Conclusion....dhritu (1140), sitar teacher (1803), a friend
and love (1932)...is same person.... all the time and husband in this life...
