The following are notes from a Past Life Regression session which I did one evening at SS's place - we did this exercise listening to a cd - and this is what came of it...
26th September 2002
"Floating down I could see myself bare-footed. I was wearing a wedding gown. And I floated down and down and the setting was a farm somewhere in the US. The skies were blue and there were clouds in the sky. The weather was warm. I lived with my father - there was no presence of my mother - maybe she had died giving birth to me. The era was the 1950's and the word 'Worthington' flashed infront of me.
I think my name was Jessie - probably short for Jessica. I helped my father out a lot to run the farm and on weekends we would go to the markets and trade our stock for other things.
My heart was heavy as my lover had gone off to war and had not returned. There was a sense of not knowing yet knowing at the same time that he would never return. There was no news that he had died - so there was always that hope. But deep down inside I knew.
We were to be married, but I could not see the future. And so I lived my life with that spark in my heart - hoping that one day it would be reignited. And I saw my grandmother from my current lifetime - she was my lover's mother in that lifetime. She saw me and I felt that we were very close. She urged me - with all the love that she had - to let go, to move on...and I cried - we cried in each others' arms. One shedding tears for a lost son, one shedding tears for a dream that could not be realised - both shedding tears for a loved one who would never return physically.
And so day in day out, my life was lived with hope - but as each day drew to a close the hope died a little more.
I could not picture my death very well - I could see though that I died fairly young, and of a broken heart. No medical cause could be found for my death so they put it down to natural causes. And I believe my lesson was to let go..."
I found the above extract in the pages of one of my journals the other night. I read it and it made me cry. It resonated with me quite deeply. It helped me to understand to a certain degree my relationship with X. For some reason - of which I do not quite know myself - I had been hanging on for quite some time. There was always this flame of hope in my heart and it was only extinguished when I knew for certain that he would not be mine because he was somebody else's.
At least in this lifetime, I can look beyond. I have let go. So at least I won't die of a broken heart :-)
26th September 2002
"Floating down I could see myself bare-footed. I was wearing a wedding gown. And I floated down and down and the setting was a farm somewhere in the US. The skies were blue and there were clouds in the sky. The weather was warm. I lived with my father - there was no presence of my mother - maybe she had died giving birth to me. The era was the 1950's and the word 'Worthington' flashed infront of me.
I think my name was Jessie - probably short for Jessica. I helped my father out a lot to run the farm and on weekends we would go to the markets and trade our stock for other things.
My heart was heavy as my lover had gone off to war and had not returned. There was a sense of not knowing yet knowing at the same time that he would never return. There was no news that he had died - so there was always that hope. But deep down inside I knew.
We were to be married, but I could not see the future. And so I lived my life with that spark in my heart - hoping that one day it would be reignited. And I saw my grandmother from my current lifetime - she was my lover's mother in that lifetime. She saw me and I felt that we were very close. She urged me - with all the love that she had - to let go, to move on...and I cried - we cried in each others' arms. One shedding tears for a lost son, one shedding tears for a dream that could not be realised - both shedding tears for a loved one who would never return physically.
And so day in day out, my life was lived with hope - but as each day drew to a close the hope died a little more.
I could not picture my death very well - I could see though that I died fairly young, and of a broken heart. No medical cause could be found for my death so they put it down to natural causes. And I believe my lesson was to let go..."
I found the above extract in the pages of one of my journals the other night. I read it and it made me cry. It resonated with me quite deeply. It helped me to understand to a certain degree my relationship with X. For some reason - of which I do not quite know myself - I had been hanging on for quite some time. There was always this flame of hope in my heart and it was only extinguished when I knew for certain that he would not be mine because he was somebody else's.
At least in this lifetime, I can look beyond. I have let go. So at least I won't die of a broken heart :-)
