A beautiful Journey: Past Life
Regression , everyone will love to read.
A young, beautiful married woman, topper in studies….three lives... single session…..
A young, beautiful married woman, topper in studies….three lives... single session…..
Husband...... met at airport. came to pick her up for official work. Not known to each other before. It was love at first sight for both of them.
1st life.
Year 1140...I
am 25 years old girl living in an
Ashram in Gangotri since my childhood. I am an orphan, but most cared for by
others in the ashram. I have taken Diksha. We are going for Kashi Vishwanath Darshan
with head of the ashram. I stayed in Kashi, then I went to Lumbvini in Nepal. I
am a bhikhshuni... I meditate whole day. Now we all are going to bless a
marriage in Patliputra. It is a very big palace. We are blessing the boy named
Dhritu, who is getting married. When Dhritu saw me, he refused to marry. A lot
of things are happening. His father is standing with folded hands. Some one
from us is telling something regarding marriage. I am too upset listening these
things. We are leaving Patliputra. I did not accept Dhritu’s proposal but I liked
the thought of his love for me. I am very sad. Meri tapsya bhang ho gayi, toot
gayi... now I am in Kashi. I am 50 years old and heading the ashram now. I am very
sick. Mere dil me kharabi hay. Breathing
problem hai. Dhritu (my husband at
present) is here to look after me and the ashram. He did not marry. He devoted his
life for me. I am dead. ..lesson learnt...duty is important.
2nd life......
It’s 1803. I
am a beautiful girl somewhere in Palestine. They are calling me Malika. My father
is very rich. I have four brothers. I am a very much pampered child. I am very
proud by nature. An Indian comes to teach me sitar. Now we love each other.
Abbas, my elder brother came to know about this. Abbas killed my sitar teacher.
Sitar teacher was in fact Dhritu (my husband at present). I am too sad. I am going
to Paris for a change but am not happy. I am not ready to come back. Abbas is
sad. He takes so much pain and came to meet me. His wife also came. Now I
understand my brother’s love for me, so
I am getting married
to someone my
family chose. A lot of story......................death. Lesson
learned............be compassionate.
3rd life
Year 1932. I
am a 12 year old girl with golden hair. My name is Rose. I am on a ship to London with my Nanny (Mousi
at present) going to my grandparents place. My father works in Lahore. I am
growing up into beautiful woman. My grandfather is dead. I live with my grandmother
and Nanny. My home is beautiful. I am happy. I love someone, and he loves me
too. Actually (you know... he is the same Dhritu & Sitar teacher). I am
going somewhere. It is a big building, it is an 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. Oh, I want to tell my father, what I did. Oh ...my father is
here at the airport. He is coming towards me. Ahhhhh. He shot at me. I am dead.
He killed himself too. My lover...he is so sad...lesson learnt.....I should not
have taken a hasty decision .One should enquire thoroughly before any conclusion
.He was not a wrong person. I am feeling
uselessness now.....very long silence....
Reorientation and integration....
She feels very
much scared when at airport. Chest hurts a lot without medical cause. In this life also her husband was
engaged but refused to marry. They got married with efforts of husband’s maternal
uncle (father of Dhritu in year 1140). She feels
very much connected with Lahore, London and Paris.
Conclusion....Dhritu
(1140), Sitar teacher (1803), a friend and love (1932)...is the same person....
and husband currently
