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.