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An interesting regression. .. a youg, married women, age30 yrs, married, toper in studies...very beautiful.. looks seems combination of beautiful features...only single session done,,three lives covered...instant regression...1st life..year 1140...i am a girl, wearing dear skin cloths, age 25 yrs, living in gangotri, an ashram, since childhood, as I am an orphan, but most cared by others in ashram.this arshrm is having shiva statue. I have taken diksha. I am a brahmchari.we are going kashi for kashi visvnath darshan with our head of the ashram..i stayed there, then I went to lumbini , it is in Nepal.i stayed and did got siddhiya by tapsya. I am a bhikhshuni.. I meditate whole day.i se now we all are going to bless a marriage ceremony in patliputra.it is a very big palace. We are blessing the boy , who is to be married.his name is dhritu. I am 35 year old now.when dhritu saw me,he refused to get married to the other girl. A lot of things are happening. We are coming back. His father is standing with us with folded hand. Some one from us is telling something.regarding marriage, I am too upset to listen these things. We are leaveing the patliputra.but I did not accepted dhritu,s proposal. But I know , I liked the thought of his love for me. I am vary sad. Meri tapasya bhang ho gayi, toot gayi... now I am in kashi sang math.i am 50 yrs old. I am head. I am sick. Mera dil me khrabi hay. Breathing problem hai.. dhritu is here to take care math and me. He is still unmarried. He devoted his life for me.
(.actualy dhritu is my this life husband.).......then death...lession learned...duty is important.
2 nd life.......year..1803 I am a beautiful girl in palastine area. They are calling me malika. I have four brothers, my father is very rich.i am very much pampered. I am very proud, in nature. An Indian man comes to teach me sitar. Now we loves each other. Abbas, my elder brother now know this. I am too sad. Abbas killed my sitar teacher. Sitar teacher was infact dhritu, of last life, he is my present life husbad.. I am ..going to paris
(Two very imp present life people...abbas, the brother and his son and ayaa..the mousi in this life..integrted in this life.)
3rd life i am a girl, 12 year, golden hair, my name is rose.. I am on ship with my nanny( caretaker). My mother is dead, so my father is sending me to my grand parents, I am leaving Lahore.my father do some work there. I am growing in beautiful women. I study and good in it. my grand father is dead. I live with my grand mother and nanny.my house is beautiful. I am happy , I love some one, he loves me.actuly( you know.. he is the same dhritu& sitar teacher). I am going somewhere. It is big building, it is airport . My friend came to airport to seeof me.i am upset. I complained about my father to govt. I think he is a spy. Some budhapast legency...nazi...these thoughts are coming in mind. Oh, I want to tell my father, what I did. Oh ...my father is here ..at air port. He is coming ..ahhhhh. he shot me.i am dead. He killed himself. My lover...he is so sad...lession. learned.....i should not have taken a hasty decision .one should make proper inquiry, before any conclusion .he was not a wrong man. I am feeling uselessness now.....very long silence....
After plr..reorientation..And integration....
Very much scared at airport. Chest problems without medical cause. Chest hurts a lot without any reson.
Some azzeb sa birth mark on chest., in this time.
Present husband......they met at airport. He came to pick her, official work. Not known.to each other.it was love at first site for both. In this life also uska rokaa ho chukka tha.he refused for that rista. They got married with efforts of mamaji of her husband. Mamaji was father of dhritu in year..1140.
She feels very much connected with Lahore , London and paris
Four other relation in present life was in other lives.
Conclusion....dhritu(1140), sitar teacher (1803), a friend and love (1932)...is same person .... all the time and husband in this life...
Dr. Vandana singh Raghuvanshi, Chandigarh..09872880634
