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Regression 2

The second regression I did was done a day after the first one. I had played one video first, but it had not worked for me, so I had chosen a different one. This one did not leave me as satisfied as the first successful regression, however it did work and I was left with some information about one of my possible past lives.

The video I used for this one is here: (link).

The nice thing I liked about this video was that it was very relaxing. However, it did not give me enough detail about the past life to make me want to use it again, necessarily.

Before I was able to see anything the name "Rick" came to me. I was unsure what this was about, but later on I would be shown a man named Richard, who I presumed to also be Rick. I was also to think that his last name was Martin, but I later figured out that that was most likely part of the location, as I was told he lived in Jamesville. I would google later and find out that there is apparently a Jamesville, NC, located in Martin county.

Rick was a very poor man, who lived outside of town in a very shabby shack that he build himself. It was very small and not much for protection, but it seemed to work for him. He had a small fence outside that housed a pony, but toward the end of the memory it seemed that he had gotten rid of (sold?) the pony.

He would go to town to try and sell items... (I had a feeling he tried to sell tomatoes?) and he would pass by a barber shop where a girl he had a crush on lived. The girl (who I felt was named Denise or Darcie) lived above the barber shop with her father, the barber. She was a lot more wealthy than Rick, and she had curly blonde hair and liked to dress in fancy dresses. Her father was a grey haired balding man who didn't hate Rick, but he did not want them together because Rick was poor

Rick knew he would not be with her so he did not let it upset him but he instead appreciated her and the fact that she liked him back. She would wave at him and he would smile at her as he pushed a small wooden cart along.

A dog that looked a bit like a border collie with the build of a grey hound would run up and down the street, and Rick didn't know who it belonged to, but he liked it. I believe it may have been female, but it looked a little like this, except for being a bit more lanky and thin:

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Like I mentioned before, it seemed that he had sold his pony (or something...I wasn't sure what happened to it, but it was gone) and gotten a dog in order to keep from being lonely.

The dog was a mutt for sure, but the closest breed I could compare it to in looks would be a Bernese Mountain Dog. It looked a bit like this, though not exact: 

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The thing that interests me is that the dog from my last regression was also black, brown and white. I'm unsure if it's for a reason or if it's just a coincidence, but it amused me anyway.

Anyway the regression for Rick supposedly took place sometime around 1984, because that number came up, and it seemed like a pretty accurate time for the memory.

Altogether Rick seemed like a really happy guy for the situation he was in. I hope he was happy throughout his entire life.

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Regression 1

This particular regression is the first past life regression I have ever done and had work. In this one, I used the following video: (Link)

I personally recommend this video- it worked very well for me and several others that I had shown it to. There were some that it did not work for, so don't feel bad if it doesn't work for you. Some meditations and hypnosis sessions just do not click with certain people. (You are always welcome to try another until you find one that works for you!)

Anyway, for this one, I was told to bring forth memories from my childhood. Without thinking, three came to me.

The first one was when I was a small child. I had remembered seeing cartoons on TV (such as Loony Toons) that had picked up rabbits by their ears. Because of this, I thought it was okay to pick bunnies up by their ears. I was in a room with my mother. There was a box of bunnies, and I picked one up (by the ears, of course). My mother saw me and scolded me, telling me that this would actually hurt them. I never did it again.

The second memory was of me catching a frog at my aunt's old house (as a child, again, but slightly older). I had thought of how the frog prince turned into a prince when he was kissed. I had told myself  that I would kiss a frog even if he didn't turn into a prince, simply because frogs were cute. I kissed the frog right on the face.

The third memory took place at the same house. I was wearing a dress and I was carrying a bunch of small kittens in it by holding up the bottom and keeping them supported as if I was holding them in a small hammock. In this memory I recalled an old white shaggy dog that belonged to my aunt and uncle a long time ago. I had forgotten about her up until this regression. At the time the dog had played very little part in this moment, but in the regression this dog seemed very important.

When I was lead to a door in this regression, it was thick and colored red, made of wood and sporting a rounded top. When I entered, I was surprised to find myself in the eyes of a dog, rather than a human. I was hoping to find more information about the man from vegas, however, my mind and past lives seemed to have other plans.

The dog was a black dog resembling a Shiba Inu, with white on its face and chest, and partially on its stomach. There was brown on the face as well and his paws were brown. There was a tan color along the bottom of his curled tail, as well.

He looked a bit like this:

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I (the dog) was standing near a stream in a forest. It was snowing lightly, and he was pacing around, trying to decide where to wander next. I had the feeling I was located somewhere in Alaska.

He ran up a hill that was covered with leaves and snow, and up at the top near a small tree he found his owner, dead. The owner was a man in his 40s, with a beard and a gentle but worn face. He was dressed in blue plaid, with a dark blue or black hat. He was dressed too lightly for being in the snow as long as he was, and I assumed that I and him had somehow gotten lost.

When the dog had seen his master a sort of simple thought came to mind that simply said "he is dead". I was filled with sadness and I curled up beside the frozen body.

The meditation then called for me to recall an important memory in this life. I was then shown the interior of a log cabin. There was a fire in the fireplace and I was laying on a rug next to it. My owner was at a desk writing a letter.

He didn't seem to use any electricity, but I felt like this event may have happened anywhere from 1991-1993, most likely sometime during 1992 either way.

I had gotten up from the rug and wandered over to my master. I sat next to him and he pet me on the head, which made me feel very happy. I loved this man a lot and he was the world to me.

I did not like other dogs, so he did not own any others. He also seemed to live alone, with me as his only companion.

I had a feeling that I had been attacked by another dog before (possibly a bloodhound or some sort of short haired brown dog) so I had an intense hatred and fear of them, which may explain why I am slightly scared of some dogs today that look that way.

The regression then called for me to look upon the moment that I was to die. I was once again out in the snow, where I felt that a few days had gone by. However, for the dog, it may have only felt that long, when it had only been a few hours. He had a moment of denial by thinking (about his owner) that "maybe he is asleep", even though he knew he was dead. He had attempted to drag his owner home, but he was unable to move him at all due to the man being too heavy and the dog too young. At one point he accidentally pulled off the man's hat and carried it around for a while.

After a while he left the area by going down the opposite side of the hill to get a drink as there was a small river/creak that had been on that side as well (possibly the same creak going around the hill). It was not too far away from the hill, so I'm sure the dog planned to return after he quenched his thirst.

He went to the water, and I believe took a few laps of water before looking up and noticing a large brown bear on the other side of the river/creak. I remember feeling an intense fear and the dog thought "I'm afraid" before darting off in the opposite direction.

I don't believe that the bear ever intended to chase the dog, and he definitely didn't, but the dog still ran anyway. Eventually the dog was lost and collapsed from cold and exhaustion.

The dog died in the snow, only having aged about 2 years at the most.

When I left the body, I floated up as an orb of light up to a form also made of light, who I recognized as everything and everyone that ever existed made into one form (several souls/beings/orbs sharing one "body"). The first thing it said was "Welcome Home". 

It then cupped me in its hands and brought me to its chest, where I became part of it. It then said "You did well. I love you." before letting me return to my current body.

Overall it was a very interesting experience, and extremely satisfying for a first regression! I was extremely intrigued though I was left to mourn for the owner a bit even in this life.

I am thinking about trying that video once more, but I am unsure if it would work a second time.

Regardless, it was a very beautiful experience, and seeing the world from the eyes of a dog was a bit eye-opening.

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Memory 1

This first entry will be about a supposed memory I feel like I have always had. It is generally remembered most when certain songs play. So far the following songs have made me nostalgic in this sense:

Starship - We Built This City

Don Henley - The Boys of Summer

The Alan Parsons Project - Sirius

Note- these are all songs from the 80s! We Built This City was released in 1985, The Boys of Summer- 1984, and Sirius- 1982.

Now, the interesting part is that these memories take place in the 1980s, outside of Las Vegas. I seem to be a young man in his teens to early 30s, and I'm driving in a convertible with another person. I believe the other person is the one driving, and I am in the passenger seat. I don't know if the other person is a boy or a girl, or what their relation is to me, but I can tell that we are close.

The memory contains several faint fragments, but most of them I'm unable to fully grasp so I'm unable to describe them. The one that is the clearest is driving down the road in the desert a few miles outside of Vegas. It's night and the lights from the city are visible in the distance. Music is playing on the radio and me and the other person are having a great time together, driving through the night.

I don't know what happens, or when, but I'm almost positive that I died in a car crash. I don't think that this was the same fate for the other person. In fact, for all I know, they may still be alive.

But that is all I know about that. I hope to find out more eventually, but for now that is all I have. It's interesting regardless.

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