Have you ever wondered what it would be like to see a past life; to look at a familiar face, only for it to unexpectedly change into that of a stranger? How would you feel? Would you be intrigued or paralyzed by fear?
Opening your mind to such influences is easier than you might think. That’s probably why so many of us remain unreceptive; just to be on the safe side.
The following account stems from a remarkable incident that occurred during a session with a client. It had left me determined to delve further along that path.
This is what happened.
I’d decided to see whether I could replicate an event; one that to all intents and purposes appeared to reveal a clients’ past life. It was for that reason that I’d tentatively approached a close friend. He was without doubt the most pragmatic person that I knew.
I felt that his character would lend credibility to any positive results that we might achieve. I’d asked him whether he would be willing to assist in research related to reincarnation. He was naturally dubious but eventually consented to being a guinea pig for an evening. With that agreement we seated ourselves in a well-lit room and prepared.
In order to make any progress in our attempt we first had to attain the correct mental state. This required a blend of attitudes such as anticipation; an effort to see beyond immediate appearances and an open responsiveness to the soul that we were investigating. This mind-set helped to strike the right balance. The next step was to try to connect to the Akashic records. In esoteric philosophy, the Akashic record is a chronicle of all human history. Every thought or spoken word, emotion, and intention ever to have taken place in the past, present, or future can apparently be found there.
When all was complete we set about taking a glimpse beyond our current identities.
Nothing happened for a while, then without warning my friend was no longer there. The man who now sat in his place possessed a tangible presence and a marked intensity. We were staring directly at each other so I couldn’t avoid taking in his physical appearance. I was looking at a man with dark close-cut hair who had a lean build and gave the impression that he could look after himself. Estimating his height I reckoned him to be a shade over six feet. His determined jawline and high intelligent forehead indicated he was a force to be reckoned with.
His clothing consisted of a blue-grey serge uniform with a British flyers insignia stitched onto the breast.
I felt severe discomfort because of his unwavering gaze. He didn’t speak or have the need to as the force of his personality was strong. This man had faced great adversity in his past and had not backed down. There was confidence and an unremitting resolve in those eyes and I found it extremely difficult to meet them.
My uneasiness caused me to lessen the growing tension so I brought the experiment to an abrupt halt.
With the deadlock broken the room returned to its normal atmosphere. Thankfully my friend was back in place but looking a little bemused. He had received no results for his efforts but, given his logical disposition that was to be expected. I described what I had witnessed and, after a brief pause he began to recount a tale that gave some credence to my vision of the pilot.
Although we had been comrades since childhood there were many things that had never been discussed. The following was one of them.
For a number of years my friend had suffered a re-occurring childhood nightmare. In it he was a World War Two pilot who was nursing a damaged bomber back to England. He was aware that the plane was losing altitude and that he needed an open space to crash land it. As he stared out of the cockpit he could see the backs of houses below with children playing in the yards. He was determined to steer his plane away from these populated areas before bringing it down. He had finally seen unoccupied land and had aimed for it. That was all that he ever remembered on waking up.
I try not to pass judgement about this episode, as there are various possibilities available. Was the pilot a figment of my imagination, who knows?
I therefore leave it entirely for you to decide what the truth might be.
Perhaps the greatest philosophical question, involves proving the continuity of existence following physical death. Although tangible evidence continues to elude us, occasional flashes of perception do appear when we least expect them. Sometimes these events are akin to receiving an unexpected tap on the shoulder while sitting alone at night. Would any of us welcome such an intrusion? After all ‘the unexpected’ can be most unsettling.
The following occurrence generated just such an insight and at the time it was very disconcerting.
I was keeping an appointment with a client at my home address. His name was Michael and he had previously commissioned a personality profile from me. It had described him as an ‘old soul’ with remarkable extrasensory capabilities. He had requested to see me again because he was interested in undergoing regression into past lives. His reasoning was that it might help him to shed light on some of the strange memories that he had been struggling with.
I refused to attempt hypnosis but instead suggested that we employ a fantasy scenario that I sometimes use in these kinds of instances. He was intrigued by the idea so I arranged some recording equipment in order to capture any pertinent data during the session. I sat opposite him and instigated some safety features prior to beginning. This was just in case Michael should display any abnormal behaviour. Once we had agreed on the procedures that were to be followed we got underway.
As instructed Michael closed his eyes and took his first step on an imaginary path that I created for him. He was quite relaxed and conscious at all times. Using suggestions I slowly moved him along on his journey. Eventually the path reaches a significant turning point for everyone that treads it. He was one of those rare individuals that continued on when others had subconsciously turned back. While observing him I noticed that he had become quite preoccupied, then just as I was about to speak my tongue froze in my mouth. I had never encountered an experience like this one before so I was quite unprepared when it occurred. I wasn’t sure how or when the substitution had taken place but instead of facing Michael I suddenly found myself staring at a stranger who was sitting in his place.
My client was eighteen years of age but in a heartbeat I found myself in the company of a man who’d looked to be in his late forties. I noticed that his hair was light brown, curly and greying. This man was solid and had a masculine build but what had thrown me completely off balance was that he appeared to be wearing an ancient Greek robe.
I immediately rubbed my eyes in astonishment as if the action would rid me of the apparition but on looking again it was still there. The clothing that this man wore consisted of a course woollen undergarment with loose folded material on the top slung over the left shoulder and leather sandals on his feet.
My mind scrambled to contain the situation. The only course that I could think to take was to begin asking questions. I gambled and decided to call the man in front of me by Michael’s name. Although he was very agitated I asked him about his current location. His response was brusque. He said that he didn’t have time to stop and talk to me as he was running late to meet his students on the steps of the Greek theatre. When I pressed him he spoke of carrying scrolls that he was going to use to outline the lessons for that day. He was so anxious about being delayed that I limited my interrogation and then allowed him to figuratively continue on his way. After a brief waiting period I instructed Michael to return to the here and now. As he complied the vision subsequently faded.
On his return Michael was alert and quite at ease but could not remember anything about his experience. After listening to the recording of the session he was both amazed and perplexed, especially when I recounted my side of the occurrence. We agreed to accept the incident with open minds prior to my bringing the appointment to a close.
In conclusion, I don’t have any answers for what took place except to say that I later chose to experiment further with close friends and achieved some startling results. Is this evidence of reincarnation? We’ll probably never know but it is certainly an interesting line of investigation for those who aren’t nervous of the unknown.