past life case story from past life regression centre in Chandigarh, India....

A beautiful Journey: Past Life Regression , everyone will love to read.

An interesting regression. Will try to write in short. A young, married women, age30 yrs, married, topper in studies...very beautiful... Looks seems combination of beautiful features...only single session done, three lives covered...instant regression..

.1^st life.

 Year  1140...i  am  a girl,  wearing dear  skin  cloths,  age  25  years, living in  Gangotri, an ashram, since childhood, as  I am an orphan, but most cared by others in ashram. This ashram is having Shiva statue. I have taken diksha. I am a Brahma Chari. We are going kashi for Kashi Vishwanath Darshan with our head of the ashram. I stayed there, then I went to Lumbvini, it is in Nepal. I stayed and did have siddhiya by tapsya. I am a bhikhshuni... I meditate whole day. I see 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 leaving the patliputra.but I did not accepted dhritu proposal. But I know, I liked the thought of his love for me. I am varying sad. Meri tapsya bhang ho gayi, toot gayi... now I am in kashi sang math. I am 50 years 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. 

(.actually dhritu is my life husband.).......then death...lesson learned...duty is important.

2^nd life......

.year.1803 I am a beautiful girl in Palestine 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 love each other. Abbas, my elder brother now know this. I am too sad. Abbas killed my sitar teacher. Sitar teacher was in fact dhritu, of last life; he is my present life husband. I am. Going   to Paris for change but not happy. Time is passing. I am not ready to come back. Abbas is sad. He takes so much pains, comes to meet me. His wife also comes.   Now I understands my brothers love for me, so  I  am getting  married  to  some  one  my  family choose. A lot of story......................death. Lesson learned............be compassionate.

(Two  very  imp  present  life  people...Abbas, the  brother  and his son  and  Ayaa.The mousi  in  this  life. Integrated in this life.)

3^rd 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 grandfather is dead. I live with my grand mother and nanny.my house is beautiful. I am happy, I love someone, and he loves me. Actually (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 see me off. I am upset. I complained about my father to govt. I think he is a spy. Some Budapest regency...Nazi...these thoughts are coming in mind. Oh, I want to tell my father, what I did. Oh ...my father is here. At airport. He is coming. Ahhhhh. He shot me.i am dead. He killed himself. My lover...he is so sad...lesson. 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 reason.

Some azeeb 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 rishta. 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 relations in present life were 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