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.

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  1. Back in time, Psycho Psychic published a blog post on this website about a dream of a past life, in which she was shot and killed during a photo shoot, which I thought was the root cause of her travails in this life. I might have been wrong about my assessment, but it was the first blog post she published at this website, and I took that to mean it was really important.

    My mother had astigmatisms, as do I. She did not have cataracts, as far as I know. I have cataracts now. I was born far-sighted, 20-15 vision. Today, I wear corrective glasses, waiting for the time when I have cataract surgery.

    My 1st wife told me last night that she had great vision after her cataract surgery, but as time passed, her vision weakened and she had to start using contact lenses. She was nearly blind when we met in college, and wore glasses to correct that. From time to time we talk of things we need to see, even though we don’t want to see them.

    In my spiritual training, I was taught to view body ailments as metaphors for messages from my unconscious, subconscious, karma, dramas in my daily life, messages from Above, etc. And, to look at how that plays out in my life today. What is the deeper meaning of my own poor vision? Could it be beams in my own eye, as well as or instead of more “sexy” reasons?

    For examples, I have been shown convincingly that I once was Abraham Lincoln, and before that Judas, the disciple who actually loved Jesus the most. But, so far, I have not been shown a past life when I was, for example, Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun.

    I recall a New Age Jewish friend, who was having a rough go with a Gentile woman he was certain God had brought him to be his life partner. I asked him if he wanted me to try to find out what lay at the root of it? He said, yes. Instantly, I got she had been Adolph Hitler. I told him. He banished me from his life. Did he have vision problems? I thought so.

    I recall a massage school amiga who went into a trance on my massage table and was told by a woman she did not know, that she had abandoned her children in 1863. My amiga came unhinged. In her mid-30s, she’d never come close to finding a man who suited her. Very quickly, a man came into her life. She really liked him. Then, she started fighting it. She started falling a part. I told her to marry him. She fought that. She fell apart more. Then, she agreed. Then, she recovered. Then, she tried to get out of it. I told her to do it, she could divorce him if it didn’t work out. She married him. They had a child. They are still together. They are New Age healers. Yet, neither of them seemed to develop deep spirit vision, even though they both were, and are, into psychic phenomena and spiritual evolution.

    A COURSE IN MIRACLES says it declines to address the past lives question. It says nobody knows why anything is happening. People live in projection. ACIM provides 365 daily exercises, in which a participant is told simply to experience what happens each day, without reacting against it, without trying to figure it out, or fix or repel it. To simply live with the emotions that come up. At the end of a year of that, the participant is rebooted and has a chancel of moving forward spiritually. When he was dying of leukemia, my 1st wife’s father, a Presbyterian, told me he was doing A COURSE IN MIRACLES.

    My spiritual training stood me before a mirror for long stretches of time. No fun. My spiritual training, and guidance, demands that I rely on my dreams and what I hear and see from the spirit realm when I am awake, and my body sensations, to tell me what is up now that I need to see, or see differently.

    A nap dream today, pointed me toward Psycho Psychic’s first blog post at this website, and the dream had me holding the Ace, King and Jack of Hearts in a bridge card game, and I was trying out to locate the position of the Queen of Hearts in another player’s hand. Hearts is about love. I decided to locate the reference to Psycho Psychic’s first blog post at the top of my comment, instead of at the bottom, where I first placed it.

    Jesus and his disciples spoke of past influences:

    John 9 New International Version (NIV)
    Jesus Heals a Man Born Blind
    9 As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2 His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”
    3 “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. 4 As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. 5 While I am in the world, I am the light of the world.”
    6 After saying this, he spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. 7 “Go,” he told him, “wash in the Pool of Siloam” (this word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing.

    When the disciple asked if the man had sinned, that clearly was reference to a past life. Jesus did not rebuke the disciple, but said there was another cause for the man being born blind.

    In past times I met highly-regarded spiritual healers, who viewed human ails as metaphors for something spiritually awry in their patients at that moment in space and time. The healers had various ways of trying to help their patients.

    I became a healer myself. People came to me, who had lost hope, given up. I told them they needed to ask God to do whatever God wished to help them, without any conditions. Those who did that started to wake up and to mend. I was there to hold their hands, so to speak, as angels worked on them internally.

    I was able to help other people to look at their ails and daily dramas in new ways, which led them to see and hear and go about life differently than before. I wrote a book about that. That’s how Psycho Psychic and I met. We were introduced by a New Age publicist she knew.

    Wacko Wizard, over and out.

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