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, 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 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. 2nd 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.) 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 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 present life.

 

Feeling confused about life ----I have a feeling that my father, who died a year back, wants me to do something. A 34 year old married woman came to me and said Dr. Vandana, I am confused about my life as I have a feeling that my father, who was a cancer patient and expired a year back, is around me and is in pain. It has been a year that I constantly feel uncomfortable because of this. Doctor, I want your help to resolve this issue. In this life I cannot trust people. Session I am walking on a kutcha dirt road that ends at the wooden gate of the house. I am a woman inside the home. This house is big. The stairs are going up. There is a room there. An old couple is sitting in the room. There is another room. A couple is inside the room. They have two kids with them. It is night time I am sleeping on a cot in the kitchen. My dress is Rajasthani. It is day time. I am cooking food and serving them. The young couple is taking meals. Now it is afternoon I am working in field. Everyone is working in the field. We are happy. In night again I cook food and sleep in kitchen. We packed everything and left for somewhere in a cart. I am feeling sad. I do not have parents. The old couple kept me with them since I was 16 years of age. They are talking about me. It seems we came very far. The old couple is now talking to a young man. They got me married to him in a very short ceremony. They left me with my husband. I am happy. Now I have a child. Our life is normal. My name is Veero. I call my son Sukha. Now my son is a young man. I feel things are not fine in our area. I am worried about my son. One day lot of riots take place in this area. My son went out and I ran after him. They killed him with a sword in front of me. He is just 21 years of age. We both are very sad now. We are just living for living. I died at the age of 60. My body was cremated by my husband. My last thought was I have lost trust in life. But lesson I learnt was to be kind and forgive. Guided towards the light master light came and asked her to help her father. With the guidance of light the gall bladder area was cleaned and healed. Now after that she felt presence of her father’s higher self and told her that now I am free and he said now he is going in light. She also received a message that when you find time donate grains and throw flowers in Ganges at Hardwar. Master light told you don’t need to panic in any situation in present life. Live peacefully. Reorientation… Dr Vandana, my father had gall bladder carcinoma. In light I felt I am inside energy body of my father and my energy hands are removing blockages from that area that was causing pain to him. Thank you so much for miraculous work and helping me release departed soul of my father to light. God Bless !!!!

 

Why I need to find love? Why I cannot find love in this life? Session….. There is a home. I am alone sleeping on a bed. I am wearing 18th century dress, a white skirt. There is fire place and bed is comfortable. There is a rug next to my bed. I see a servant girl sleeping there. It is morning. I am having breakfast with my son. He is going to for some work. I am preparing for a dinner party. The home is big and ancient. There is lot of wine roasted meat and vegetables. It is some cold country. I am very happy as my husband is also here. He works at some other place. He brought me flowers. He visits us on holidays. After party we went to the room. He talks a lot. We are happy. Next day, he is leaving. I am depressed. I feel very alone. My husband says he will work for few years more. I started feeling things will not change. I told him not to go but he said that this was your idea. We decided that I will go and work and you will stay back as staying in big city is expensive for us. My name is Catherine. I am sitting all alone. My son went for the work. Today I am very depressed and thinking about my life. I am from a rich family. My husband came to our home for house hold work. He was simple and good. I liked him and wanted to marry him. My mother did not approve of our marriage but when I forced she agreed. I was 18 and it was simple church marriage. Later on my mother always blamed herself for saying yes to my marriage. My husband loves me but I am very unhappy due to present circumstances. Today I am alone in this home. It is afternoon. No one is there. I took a knife and cut my wrist. I am in my late 30s. My life was comfortable but empty. I was sad to leave my son behind and not able to change circumstances. My last thought was that my life and death both are pointless. Before going to light the lesson I learnt that do not focus on what is not there but focus on what you have. I am feeling that my husband is sad and angry with me at the time of my burial. The son is my present life daughter. Now I also have a feel that I did not value the love. I should have valued my husband’s love for me. I lacked the patience. Now I am in light I feel tremendous peace.