Past Lives Impacting the Present?!?

First diagnosed in 1983, I have been treated for ocular histoplasmosis by some of the world’s best ophthalmologists specializing in conditions of the retina. Twice since first diagnosis, I have been legally blind for a few weeks. However each time visual disaster occurred, I would be told of a new experimental treatment, and referred to a randomized trial, or to a doctor currently using whatever new treatment had just been approved. Thus here I am, thirty-six years later, still seeing well enough to do most anything I want. Driving into sun glare can be an issue, and so I avoid that. But that is all.

Recently, a doctor mentioned to me rather casually, that were he to show my retina scans to other eye docs of any specialty and ask them to speculate concerning visual acuity, the most optimistic might guess visual acuity to be 20/400, though probably worse. And yet my vision tests at 20/40 or a bit better.

I’m uncertain why this comment caused me to flash back to 1989 and a group “back to the cause” regression I had participated in. A discussion group hosted a hypnotherapist certified in back to the cause regression and past life regression, who performed a group, back to the cause regression.

We were to think of some issue in our life that we would like to better understand. The issue that came to my mind was my history with plants. People were constantly gifting me with house plants. It was a death sentence for each plant, for if I followed all instructions regarding care and watering of a plant, it would die. If I did not follow instructions for a specific plant, it would die. I’d saved baby birds, abandoned kittens, and was proficient at many skills. But something was amiss between myself and plants. Also herbs.

The regression landed me in another lifetime, Scotland, during the burning times. The tale that ensued revealed that I functioned as one who today would be known as an herbalist. In the regression, whether metaphor or memory, I was headed to market when a male partner in herbalism caught up with me as I was leaving my home. He was hurried, out of breath, and happy to have located me quickly. He spoke of a woman who had endured hard labor for more than two days. The midwife and her family feared losing her and the baby she was trying to birth. He asked me to come with him and assist in the delivery.

I was fearful, and hesitant. I asked if he were certain it was “safe.” He replied that yes it was; they had specifically asked for us.

In 1989, I knew little to nothing about herbalism or how herbalists work, whether now, or in times past. And yet within the “memory” we boiled herbal concoctions of which the woman in labor inhaled. We mixed other concoctions we gave her to sip. I recall the delivery of a large baby, healthy and whole, and who cried out loudly.

At about this point in the regression, the hypnotist asked us to then go to the last day of life in that time. I found myself standing in a cell with my male herbalist friend. He commented that a friend of ours had already been executed. I knew I was next to be executed for sorcery, and after that it would also happen to my friend. At this point, I could not see and, once back out of hypnosis, assumed there was perhaps a hood over my head. They came for me and began leading me out. I felt that I was to be burned at the stake. Yet suddenly there was a snap, and then nothingness. I was OUT of that body.

And we were brought out of hypnosis, back to present time. I felt I had received potent insight regarding my lousy luck in attempting to raise plants, in this current incarnation. Obviously, if I had been executed in a past life for working as an herbalist; a part of my soul self was making absolutely certain I did not get into trouble with plants again.

And that was that. The regression proved to be an interesting enough experience that I went on to become certified as a hypnotherapist with specialty in back to the cause regression and past life regression. I prefer to use back to the cause regression as often the root source of a current problem resides within our current incarnation, rather than a past one.

I wrote of the experience in a newsletter. A reader of that newsletter became intrigued, as he had assumed that anyone accused of witchcraft or sorcery during the burning times, had been accused of some evil or cavorting with the devil, not something as helpful as saving two lives. What he turned up however was interesting. Particularly in Scotland, the accusation was sometimes “sorcery” rather than “witchcraft.” And there were some individuals who had been executed for “doing good, but by evil means.” In other words, the pious of the community would have assumed we averted God’s Will by saving the mother and infant.

This gentleman also explained to me that through his research he had learned that during torture of those accused sometimes eyeballs were plucked out. It was likely that I was unable to see as a result of this, rather than having a hood placed over my head. Further, often one was led toward the stake by two men, one on either side, each holding the end of a rope affixed around the victim’s neck.  At a signal they would each yank the rope, snapping the victim’s neck.

In the aftermath of that session, I did not think about my visual issues in this, my current, life. I’m uncertain why I did not connect having been blinded by torturers claiming righteousness in a past life, and my vision having been saved many times, in my current life, by heroes on the forefront of latest innovative treatments. I had gone into the session seeking insight regarding my then current experience with plants. After the session, and to this day, I have had no further issues with plants. I can enjoy house plants and they do reasonably well. Except for one aging huge cactus that is currently not looking as healthy as it might.

But recently, after workup by a new doctor, the connection burst through. Perhaps that back to the cause regression carried a message about not only my history with plants, and healing of an unconscious carried forward concern about that…. but perhaps also a message concerning root source of visual issues, with perhaps a touch of karma tossed in.

I am thankful that I am not now living in a time and culture in which one may point the finger at another accusing evil, and the finger pointer’s word be then taken as fact, to the detriment, torture, imprisonment, and/or execution of the innocent accused. Let not such evil ways ever again prevail. I know that in some parts of the world, they do still prevail. But for the most part, it does not float in my country today.

Luck?!? – Or is it Something MORE?!?

Luck?!? – Or is it something more?

A few days ago, I learned that an individual who had recently achieved major milestones in life – in her words “Suddenly all my life goals have been achieved.” – died in an automobile accident.

A hard worker, she had worked her way through bachelor’s and master’s degrees. Once settled into her dream job, she began to focus on finding a “good man” to settle down and raise a family with.

She “lucked” into finding and purchasing a home she adored, in a neighborhood in which she felt “at home,” before meeting a mate. Though as things went, it turned out the man she soon felt to be her “soul mate,” (he felt the same) lived right next door. They opted to sell his home and reside in hers. Three months following their marriage, came the fatal auto accident. As might be expected, her new husband is reeling with grief. And wondering about words and phrases often bandied around in our culture. Words such as: Luck. Fate. Destiny. Soul Purpose. Karma. Dharma. God’s Will. Soul Growth. Soul Purpose. (I could go on and on).

“Just one of those things,” some people said. “Totally weird,” claimed another. “How can this BE?!?” was a question a friend asked.

An individual distracted and driving too fast, weaving in and out of traffic, ran her off the road with fatal consequences.

Family, friends, and associates commented sadly regarding how an amazing whirlwind of success and achievement had then “gone south,” in sudden tragedy.

There are many ways to consider such outcomes. Each choice, each decision, each impulse – moment by moment – for each of us – is a step in one direction or another through life. It is not ours to see with full clarity where these steps may ultimately take us.

Decisions, choices, options led to this nice lady being where she was at just that tragic moment in time, as well as to the many fortunate experiences prior to that tragedy.

Seeming hard work, smart choices, right living, and responsible actions, may result in tragedy, rather than life long bliss. Nothing is certain. Nothing assured.

We’ve all heard of Lotto winners who wind up bankrupt in a year or three. And we’ve heard of winners who use a windfall to make a positive difference in the lives of others. Is it about skill, and choices, or is there something more in the works….?!?

Years ago, there was a story about a man who fell many stories from a high rise building and miraculously survived without injury. My own husband fell 35 feet and survived, with injuries that a skilled surgeon was able to resolve, when others had offered no hope.

Many such tales skirt the edges of anomalous experience. Others are totally mind-blowingly anomalous.

How much of our path in Life is the result of one decision leading to another – consciously or unconsciously – charting a course? How much is directed by higher levels of Self – the Unconscious – one’s Aumakua (capital A vs lower case – there is a difference in meaning of this particular word) – guardians – guides – Angels – that which we have little knowledge or understanding of, much less words to accurately articulate?

I’m not much a believer in “dumb luck.” Or as Einstein put it: “God does not play dice with the Universe.” (Though, yes, I understand Einstein was addressing Max Born relative to Quantum Mechanics.)

Might Dharma, Karma, choices made pre-birth for soul growth, soul journeying, soul wisdom – some thing equivalent to selecting (or being directed toward) course work in the University of Life, be involved?

Personally, I’ve come to view life as a stage upon which we each play a role, somewhat free form and interpretational perhaps. As is the case with actors in a stage play, off stage one may be good friends with an actor who may be playing their adversary on stage.

The above was written just prior to an important medical workup. During the course of, and in the aftermath, of the exam, I came to “see” that I have an ongoing personal experience to share that may appear to have involved amazing “good luck” repeating and repeating over the course of 36 years. In beginning to lay it out on paper, I came to recognize that the whole of my story involves so very much more. While at first I thought the message was to include it as part of this essay, I have come to see it is far too lengthy and delves into an assortment of anomalous matters. That story will constitute my next essay.

Meanwhile: 1 Corinthians 13:12 International Standard Version (ISV)
12 Now we see only an indistinct image in a mirror, but then we will be face to face. Now what I know is incomplete, but then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.

I’d like to see discussion of the subject matter presented here, as well as the sharing of similar experiences, involving seeming good or ill.