Can You Hear Me Now?

How did I spend my Ralph bucks?** Well, most of it went to my chiropractor, but I decided I would take $100 and do something I have always wanted to do: get hypnotized and find out about my past lives and cell memories. What the hell, why not?!

After reading this book by Sylvia Browne a few years ago, the whole cell memory concept was intriguing to me and I wondered if my cells were holding on to a memory from a past life, and if that is why I have MS? Or overeat? Or (insert whatever problem here)?

A month or so ago when I was first looking into hypnosis (I ended up going for Psych-K instead) I came across Glenda, who does past life regression hypnosis. We chatted for a long time and I knew that I wanted to get her over here at some point, my curiosity getting the better of me. With unplanned cash coming my way, I decided to make an appointment, so she came over this morning.

I wasn’t very good at placing myself so that I knew the year, country, my name, etc. every time. But I did come out with the following, whether or not they are fact, I’ll never really know:

• I saw myself at about 17 years of age, in about 1843. I was wearing a navy blue dress, black boots, and a scarf on my head. I was in a field and walked towards my house, where my mom, Lily, was cooking. We worked hard. I don’t remember ever seeing my father, but I had an older brother named Sam. I died young in an accident while working on the farm. Nothing significant there…
• I saw myself as a 35 year old black man named George, married to Grace, 8 year old twins (one boy, one girl). Living in Africa. Very happy, healthy and successful. Glenda made sure to point out that yes, I can have a successful and happy relationship (I guess I just have to be a man to do it).
• Okay this was a doozy… tears welled up in my eyes when I remembered it, I really felt it… I was a 7 year old boy named Christopher. I was horribly abused by my parents, lots of kicking and hitting and yelling. We were poor and I was often sent to my room without supper and there wasn’t a lot of food to eat ever anyway. I was terribly skinny. I hung myself in my bedroom closet when I was 15.
• The last one we did was me as a young woman, not sure what age, maybe late teens or early 20’s. I was camping with my friends. I don’t remember ever seeing any of my own family at any point. Coming home from camping, I was in a car accident and ended up paralyzed from the neck down. I felt very helpless and worthless for a long time, but I must have smartened up because I sensed that I married and lived a long life. Although it seemed like I always lived in a nursing home or hospital or something.

Glenda figures the last two are significant to my current health. That maybe because I was starved and abused as a young boy, I now eat for protection and because I CAN. Then of course, the being paralyzed can be a cell memory for MS in this life. I could have been around the same age as my accident when I was diagnosed with MS or first experienced symptoms. That makes sense because my first symptom was at 19 and they kept coming back until my diagnosis at 28. Anyway, she “released” these cell memories. It will be interesting to see if anything changes over the next couple months.

Oh, and we went to the “other side” for a few minutes, but it appears I do not want to know my future, because I was unable to open my “file” after I found it. Plus my spirit guide didn’t have much to say to me except “believe”. Believe in yourself, believe you can heal, believe in your abilities. Just believe.

After she left, I plugged my telephones back in and there was one message – just some strange country music being played into the phone. Hehe it was AH, which I find quite interesting since he apparently shares a name with my Spirit Guide!

I want to talk about the last couple days and stuff too, but there is just too much! I’ll have to write about it tomorrow or something. This week is all work, work, work at home, with no other excitement planned, so I’ll need things to write about anyway. In the mean time…

This is my blog’s Word Cloud. Cool huh?

**Ralph bucks = the $400 prosperity cheques everyone in Alberta recently received, masterminded by our Premier, Ralph Klein.