Journey Back Into 16th Century
Holland
“Sunstream” magazine, September/ October 2006
A couple of
days ago, I went through my old tapes and found a recording of
my first past life experience as a client. I had the notion at
the time, that “I’m invisible”, so the world responded to me how
I perceived myself. I was loved and supported by family and
friends, yet in the world, automatic doors would not open for me
and I found confirmation again and again, that I must be indeed
invisible.
Somehow I
knew I was re-living someone else’s experience. 20 years ago
Past Life Regression was uncommon; nevertheless, I was compelled
to do it. I sought out a practitioner. Wanting and searching,
I opened an alternative newspaper and there popped out a
practitioner’s ad.
We started
our session by talking to get familiar with each other. The
therapist explained how the session would unfold. I felt very
skeptical, yet hoped to find some answers. I was worried I
wouldn’t be able to get past my analytical mind, to let it go –
to relax. The location was very noisy, with lots of cars
passing by. She was a smoker, so all my senses were offended.
Those distractions made me wonder, “What am I getting into”?
She had me settle down on a couch with a blanket on top of me.
She explained that in a relaxed state, the body temperature
drops. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of her
voice. I kept thinking: I can smell the tobacco. I can hear
the cars. What am I doing here? But, somehow I slipped into my
inner world where the smell and noise no longer remained an
issue.
She brought
me back by asking me to take a deep breath and from that moment,
I stayed with her voice. At some point, she asked me to look
down with my inner mind at my feet - to my surprise I saw
child’s feet wearing clogs. I looked at my body. I was wearing
a long skirt, an apron and a strange hat. I was reminded of the
fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel. It was 16th century
Holland. I was standing in the doorway of a big, grey stone
house with the steps leading down into the house. I couldn’t
get inside. I was not called yet. It was a dark and damp huge
kitchen with an open stove and an old woman cooking. I knew
this old woman was my grandmother. The therapist asked me what
my grandmother called me. I replied, “she doesn’t call me by my
name”. Suddenly I felt a profound sadness – as if the sky broke
loose – and I began to cry.
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I wanted to
hold that child. She was I. It was her despair I kept with
me. She was small and invisible. The knowing came that this
little girl was carrying all the losses and disappointments for
the old woman, who had planned to kill the baby girl at birth,
but could not bring herself to do it.
The
therapist, in her wisdom, let me cry. When the crying subsided,
she gently walked me through time to see how that little girl’s
life unfolded. We had a soul to soul conversation with the
grandmother. I heard her side of the story and lessons we
presented to each other. Finally, I made peace with that life
and all the hardship suffered there.
Afterwards,
when I walked out of the therapist’s place, I left the
attachment to the “invisible “little girl behind. Her pain was
no longer inside of me. As for the noise of the traffic and the
smoke – I was totally oblivious.
Rifa Hodgson is a Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist, Past Life
Regression Therapist as well as Certified “Life Between Lives”
Therapist. Her practice
“Adventure Into Time and Beyond” combines deep inner work with a sense of adventure.
She offers individual and group sessions. Rifa also is a
dynamic speaker and storyteller gives public talks to groups or
organizations on related topics. She can be reached at
604-741-7944 or e-mail:
rifa@lifebetweenlives.ca
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