tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79889427074081233592024-02-20T16:41:38.273-08:00Past Life RegressionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988942707408123359.post-55921771367940636242018-06-29T07:47:00.000-07:002018-06-29T12:04:15.765-07:00<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">During
the long-ago time when the Lodge project was in seedling form, I took an
interest in the nature of trance and in multi-various other forms of altered
states of consciousness…including sleeping dreams, day dreams, random thoughts
and subconscious attractions and the like.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>As part of this curious study I decided to learn about hypnotherapy and past life
regression, and subsequently went on to qualify to professionally
practice.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">I
did however soon become further entrenched in my personal love of physical mediumship and as a result seldom found time for the subject of my earlier interest. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Very
recently the subject of past life regression has been raised between friends and I have felt
sufficiently curious to take a look
back at the potential within the subject. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I offer the reports of friends recent experiences below.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Incidentally, both of these ladies have known mediumship ability and I believe their experiences have been supported and guided
by their spirit teams/ controls. Whether this is the case for others who sit for the past life regression experience is not known...for I feel that everyone has an innate spiritual connection whether we aware of it or not.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><em>Chris Di Nucci<o:p></o:p></em></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><u><strong>Case One</strong></u></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">“<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">During my last visit
to the Lodge, we were able to find the time to attempt an experiment with past life regression.
This is something I’ve always wondered about – is it ‘real’?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Will the ideas that I<strong> </strong>have about potential past lives
influence the outcome, or become ‘proven’ etc? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">T<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;">he initial process
led me down a path to settle down into the right mental state to have the
experience. I was then offered three gates to open that were located along the
path. Beyond each gate would be an experience for me. At no point was I given
any suggestions of what I may experience. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The three experiences
that I had are very different to that which I expected. Not one of them was as
I thought it would be. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I opened the
first gate I found myself on a ledge, looking out over an expansive mountain
range. I felt high up, like I was up at considerable altitude. Some of the
mountains were snow capped. The sun was shining, and it very bright.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I saw a shape form in
the distance, and as I watched it draw nearer, it took the form of a very large
bird of prey – a very large eagle. It flew to the front of me and then I
realised that I was flying also. I wasn’t too sure if I was the eagle, or if
the eagle was alongside me, but I flew over the mountains and had a ‘birds eye
view’ of the mountain range below.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As we flew, I became
aware of a small grass plateaux in amongst the mountains. I/we landed, and I
found myself waiting on this plateaux. There was nowhere to go. As I looked
around, I saw a figure slowly emerge – the figure took shape out of nothing, as
there was no distance from which it could appear. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The figure took the
form of a Native American. I was able to see him very clearly. He looked of an
older age, although his hair was still long and dark. He wore a traditional
headdress and he was ‘fully’ clothed. He was looking at me as he approached,
but he did not speak. When he was near to me, he began a dance, and circled
round like an eagle with his arms extend up and behind him. He was chanting as
he danced. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">*I’ve since looked
for a dance that emulates the dance that the Native American performed, and
have found a dance ceremony called the Eagle Dance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I found its significance particularly
interesting. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Link:<span style="color: #cc0000;"> <span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><a href="https://classroom.synonym.com/history-of-the-native-american-eagle-dance-12080746.html"><span style="color: #0563c1;">Dance</span></a></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When he finished, he
stood still in front of me. I asked him who he was, and what his name was. I
didn’t hear a response, but I received a clear mental message from him that we
needed time to get to know each other. I felt that he was getting to know me
just I was getting to know him, and that he was a potential ‘new to me’ guide.
The experience ended at this point, and I returned to the gate from which I
entered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">On walking further
down the path to find the second gate, an owl flew in front me. The owl looked
at me as it flew past. I didn’t see where it came from, or where it went.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Upon entering through
the second gate, I found myself walking through a valley or ravine. I was male,
and felt young – maybe mid-late teens. I was tall. I was wearing natural
clothing – skins were sewn and formed ‘shoes’ around my feet, and my trousers
seemed to be woven and were naturally coloured. As I walked through the ravine,
I realised I was not alone and that I was part of a group of people. We were
hunting. This was a normal day for us. Nothing out of the ordinary. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As we walked, I
noticed the entrance to a cave on my left. I knew this entrance and knew that
it led to a vast complex of tunnels and larger spaces that were used for
talking to the Ancestors…and that it was a sacred space to be respected, and
that because of my youth I was not allowed in yet. <o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I felt that I
connected to this space and felt a surge of heart energy - love, that over
whelmed me. I desperately wanted to go through the entrance. I could see there
were symbols painted and carved into the rock. But I knew that I wasn’t allowed
to go there yet as I hadn’t been through an initiation ceremony – I was too
young – I felt respectful of that. I didn’t know what was involved in the
ceremony, but I wasn’t scared or worried, and was excited to know that my time
was coming soon.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">At that point, I saw
the Native American from the previous experience. He looked ‘placed’ in this
experience, like he wasn’t part of it, but was involved in showing me what had
occurred. The experience ended here, and I returned back to the gate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The last gate was
located at the very end of the path. As I walked down towards it, I noticed
another owl. This owl happened to be sat in a tree and turned its head as I
walked past.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Upon opening the
final gate I was fairly staggered to find that there was ‘nothing’ in front of
me. I closed the gate behind me and turned around expecting to see something,
and yet, there was still nothing. Complete nothingness. There was no sound, totally
nothing. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realised that the nothingness
was endless. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When asked to look
down to see what I was wearing, I was surprised to see nothing. I wasn’t
actually there. My physical self had completely disappeared. All that remained
was my consciousness. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As ‘I’ travelled
forwards through the nothingness, I felt part of it. I felt extremely relaxed
and content. I then suddenly noticed what looked like a column of faint light
which literally took my breath away (I remember gasping), and within this column
were sparkles, like a column, like a conglomerate of sparkles, that were
spilling over to create a fountain formation. I passed around it, totally in
awe of it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As I looked at the
light I understood it to be consciousness. I felt as though I was looking at
the creation of all things and felt love, and again, felt quite overwhelmed by
it. The way I experienced it is akin to the descriptions of people having ‘god
like experiences’. I could have stayed in this ‘space’. It felt truly like ‘home’.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I was asked to
return to the gate, I was quite at a loss as to how to do that. But eventually,
the gate appeared, and I came back through, and walked back up the path to
‘return’ to consciousness. The regression exercise ended here”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <u><strong>Case Two</strong></u></span></o:p></span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #4b4f56; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"I have been interested in past life regression for some time, so when Chris offered me the chance to experience this experiment, I was a more than willing guinea pig! </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #4b4f56; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #4b4f56; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">In advance of the sitting we agreed that the experience would be two fold. The first part being regression, potentially into a 'past life'...and the second part would be about asking my spirit team to offer me anything, perhaps from a past experience, that might help me developmentally, as a medium.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #4b4f56; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #4b4f56; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The regression took place within the séance room as I am familiar with that environment and Chris intended to invite my spirit team to connect with me for this experiment. The setting was not quite the same as for séance work however. I didn't know what to expect, but the background music was soothing, so I relaxed and closed my eyes. I tried to look ahead through my third eye, which was a suggestion offered by Chris, as I don't visualise things easily. As I relaxed further I became aware that I was walking along a path and coming towards a gate. I went through the gate and was immediately aware of myself as being a child. Chris asked how old I was and I replied "Six". Chris asked whether I was alone and I said that "my Daddy" was with me. I could feel tears coming from my eyes and running down my cheeks, but I don't know why this was. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4b4f56; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><em>I was aware at this point that this ladies spirit team were working as if to present the appearance of faces...possibly related to this ladies regression experience. I could in fact see faces forming in front of the mediums own. However, as it was not my intention to work in the manner of a séance, but rather to complement the process through the experience of regression, I effected this ladies return to the gate she had entered. Chris Di Nucci.</em></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: #4b4f56; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">
</span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">After a little confusion I found myself back on the path and moving along towards another gate. This time when I passed through the gate I felt myself to be standing on grass, beside a doctor as part of a hospital or medical environment. There was a lot of blood, and smells and sounds of war. There were young soldiers with horrific injuries. I was there to not only treat physical injuries but specifically to offer comfort to those who were near to their own death. This was very clear to me, it was my job to comfort them. I could feel energy in my hands (as for spiritually-effected healing) and I could feel a hand upon mine as if guiding me. Chris then asked me to return through the gate and to consciousness. <br />
Interestingly, when younger I wanted to train to become a nurse, but knew that I would never be able to cope with 'blood and horrible stuff'. Perhaps I have worked as a nurse in life 'before' and maybe don't need that same experience again? In any case, I feel now that I was offered this regression as what I saw supports my chosen path...which is to develop as a physical medium and to potentially help others by easing the unnecessary fear of death.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4b4f56; font-family: "times";"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The final part of the experiment was for me to receive some guidance that might support my development as a physical medium. The guidance I received at this time was helpful to me, but Chris feels that the content is highly personal so should not be published".</span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com