Past Life Regression Part 2

...contd from Past Life Regression Part 1

Session 1
The first regression session was focused towards identifying what skills or talents our souls might have carried forward from my previous lives into this life. Dr. Newton slowly guided us (a total of 50 participants) into a deeply relaxed state, after which he asked us to imagine that we were in a long tunnel with bright light at the end of it. He counted from 10 to 1 and at the count of 1, he asked us to step into the pool of light at the end of the tunnel. Until this point I was clearly conscious of who I was, where I was (in the Pyramid), of The Husband lying down next me and 50 other people in the pyramid with me. The moment I stepped into the light, I heard Dr. Newton asking me to look at my feet and notice what kind of footwear I had on.

I looked down, and I was wearing leather sandals. I looked up and I knew I was in Italy. How? I don’t know. I just knew!! I was on a bright sunlit road lined with beautiful green, brilliant green trees. There were apple trees and the place felt clean and fresh. I could see some white village houses. I was a beautiful, serene looking woman. I was wearing a white dress that fluttered in the gentle breeze. The houses were pure white- white washed-white. I knew I was in a village in Italy. I also knew I was a talented, skilled cook.
In the next set of images, I was in a kitchen with wooden floor. It was not a modern kitchen; it was in a much older time with a stone oven etc. I was in the kitchen making something on the stovetop. The next set of images I saw two children- 1 boy and 1 girl running around in the kitchen. I immediately knew they were my grandchildren. The boy who was freckled and with brown hair caught my attention and I recognized him as my nephew from this life. I heard Dr. Newton’s voice guiding me to the end of this life and the last moments of this life. I saw myself as an old woman now, with pure white hair and wrinkled skin. I still was serene and beautiful and I suddenly saw a bright light (now, the bright light I saw was in that lifetime, but through my closed eyes in the trance I also felt like someone had opened the top of the pyramid and let in bright sunshine) and was pulled towards that light. The experience was so overwhelmingly beautiful that I began sobbing in my trance. As that life came to an end, and guided by Dr. Newton, I reviewed the life, I could only sense a life of content. My soul wanted to experience a life filled with contentment and that was the plan for that life. In fact, my soul had enjoyed it so much that it wanted to do it again. That was the last impression I had. I heard Dr. Newton guiding us back and on the count of 3 he asked us to open our eyes. When I did wake up, I was still overwhelmed with a feeling of deep satisfaction. I could immediately validate quite a few things from my current life that might be linked to this particular past life.
-I took to cooking when I was in my 4th standard
-I do love Italian food and I make unusually good continental food without any prior training since the time I’ve been in school
-My nephew shares a really strong bond with me
-My nephew loves Italian food since the time he was 3 years old. He has no taste for Indian food


.... contd in Past Life Regression Part 3

Past Life Regression Part 1

I’d been reading all about PLR (mostly Dr. Weiss) for almost the last 7 years. I was a believer from the first book I’d read. Over the years my interest deepened and I began looking for PLR therapists in India. We (The Husband and I) found Dr. Newton in Hyderabad but for whatever reason, we never got a chance to experience the process. Suddenly about 4 weeks ago, the husband discovered that Dr. Newton was conducting a workshop in Bangalore; we registered without giving it a second thought.

On Saturday, we drove to the Pyramid Valley, Kanakpura Road- the location of the workshop, here’s what unfolded:

Day one began with breakfast followed by a 3 hour presentation on PLR (this both The Husband and I got bored with- primarily because the content of the presentation was something we knew already through our ‘extensive’ reading). After the presentation, we did a few trance sessions on finding out how we stored and recalled memories, and I discovered I was a visual person. We then did an Age Regression session and an In-utero regression session, both of which brought some distinct known and unknown memories. In fact, during the session I didn’t really believe that I was doing it correctly. It’s only when I spoke to my mom on Monday morning that she validated a lot of those memories telling me there was no way I would have known those things. I am not too inclined to list down those memories especially since there were so many that popped up. My focus right now is to note down my experience with the Past Life Regression sessions which were conducted within the Pyramid.

.... contd in Past Life Regression Part 2

Class Comedian

Arnav refused to go to school this morning. My sis asked him why. This is what he said;

"Yesterday, in class, the teacher asked who is the funniest person. All the kids said 'Arnav', 'Arnav', 'Arnav'. They said I laugh the most and I make everyone laugh. Then they all laughed loudly. After that the teacher scolded me and said school is not the place to come and laugh. I don't like the teacher. She doesn't understand my jokes. I don't want to go to school."

My sis was in splits when she was telling me. I was too.

But I also thought- Stupid Teacher!! Taking away laughter from little kids. Grrr.

On second thoughts, who cares about her. My nephew is the Class Comedian. That too by choice and not circumstance. Can you beat that!

Pig

I went to Kubay.

Ate lots of Fried Fish, Prawn Curry, Crab Curry, Manglorean Fish Curry, Onion Fish Curry, Idiappams, Neer Dosas and Caramel Custard.

I am such a pig.

Someone carry me to the treadmill please.

Grossed Out

There's this ad for some product that I don't remember.
It's got flabby sumo wrestlers flying about in the air with a Mithun type bollywood track playing in the back ground.
Maybe it appeals to the funny bones of some people
I get grossed out.

I found this article I'd written for the office newsletter stashed away somewhere on my laptop, thought it sure was funny enough to be posted on my blog so here it is:


It was exhaust fumes… especially in volumes so large that it would take two lifetimes for your lungs to get rid of them. It was exhaust fumes that made us decide it was time we should invest in a little tin box to end our transportation woes, now the question was which little tin box should it be, finally with a zillion recommendations and reviews buzzing in our brains, we got ourselves a nice dark blue Santro (blue I am told is the color or royalty). So the Santro is home, we are happy, end of story right?

Wrong. There was a teeny problem…. Yours truly didn’t know how to drive. However, the solution to this was quite simple. I would enroll in a driving school; master the fine art of navigating a four wheeled contraption through the world class roads
of Bangalore…. And it wouldn’t end there; the driving school would also ensure I get a license to drive (even if I flunked the test!). I did have a little trouble figuring out the best school (didn’t put in so much thought even for my MBA). I guess it was pure luck when I discovered Santro Driving School….from the sheer number of Santro’s parked out their office, they seemed to be the best if I had learn how to drive- you guessed it- a Santro. I am a firm believer in economies of scale, I convinced five other folks from office to enroll for driving class with me. However my hopes of getting a group discount were dashed to the ground, all we walked away with were three free classes. When we enrolled, all of us were given strict orders to first obtain our learner’s licenses and then begin with the lessons. We were asked to go to the RTO at 11 am with one pre-filled form and we were assured a million times, everything else would be taken care of. We staggered in at the RTO between 11 am and 12 pm-expecting a quick 15 minute test and the
learner’s license in our possession. A quick look at the serpentine queue and we realized that optimism had no place in this world! After all the standing and hopping from one foot to another to take the pain off my aging knees, I reached the RTO officer’s desk only to told to pay up Rs. 250 for some affidavit to prove that I live in Bangalore. I was in half a mind to give them an innovation award just for their creativity in finding new ways to get their palms greased!! Anyway at the end of the day, I was the proud owner of a learner’s license.

My scheduled 15 day classes begin,
Day 1: my instructor arrives in a Bright red car. I think- all for the best, red indicates danger, if I am driving, this is the best way to clear the roads. My classes begin with my instructor berating me for my lack of balance with the steering wheel. I wonder why should I be balancing anything, it’s a four wheeler for heaven’s sake, it should balance itself. I ask my instructor- he looks absolutely amazed with this
Day 2: I learn more about balance, I also learn how to sit through a constant volley of instructions with an ‘I have attained
Nirvana’ look on my face.
Day 3- Nirvana look doesn’t work- instructor believes I can’t understand a thing he says. Every 30 seconds I hear- ‘Kuch
samajh mein aa raha hai kya?’ (Do you understand anything?). I say yes and decide time to change my strategy
Day 4- Instructor calls me in the morning to check if I would attend the lesson that afternoon. I question the necessity of
checking on me every morning if we have decided on a pre-determined schedule for the next 15 days. Maybe I can learn something about follow-up
Day 5: Nirvana look not working at all. Instructor says I am supposed to enjoy driving and not look stoned. His logic, I can’t really be a good driver until I learn to enjoy driving.
Day 6: I change expression- I smile for every instruction- I am supposed to look like I enjoy driving. Instructor asks if he’s said
anything funny, wants to know why I am laughing
Day 7: I have progressed to use of clutch, brake and accelerator. I almost knock down a woman- (I was really enthusiastic
about the accelerator bit) Instructor sternly tells me- ‘Kisi ko udana ho toh pehle mujhe bata do’ (if you want kill someone,let me know first)
Day 8: Lessons progress to changing gears- It’s a multitasking nightmare for me. I get several severe reprimands; I am now
beginning to wonder why I chose to do this Day 9: I am in dire straits- can never remember all the zillion different things I am supposed to do, to either start the car or stop it. Never was any good at hand-eye co-ordination
Day 10: Instructor looks irritable- bad sign. I am wondering if I really need those 3 extra classes
Day 11-13: It all seems to be coming together, I actually get a hang of the technique or so I think. I enthusiastically ask the instructor if I am getting good at driving. He says no…. Bangalore roads are not safe yet.
Day 14: All I can think of is- last two classes. No more driving around in the hot midday sun. Even better, no more of being
asked ‘Do you understand?’
Day 15- Freedom at long last! No more school. According to my instructor, I do drive well. I only manage to gawk in surprise
at the transition from being unsafe for Bangalore roads to being a good driver in a mere two days.

More Evidence

I was shampooing my hair this morning and mysteriously the shampoo bubbles came out of my nostril.

More evidence that my skull cavity is empty.