So, as I mentioned in a previous post, a friend and I went and had our past lives done the other night. As it was a small “class”-like situation, it wasn’t anything that really delved too deeply, but rather just gave you an idea or two how you might go about doing it yourself should you feel so inclined. While I had fun, and it was cool, I have to say that I am a little disappointed. It was basically just a guided meditation. Now, I’ve been doing the witchy thing for a whole lot of years, and meditation is pretty much old hat. I enjoy guided meditations, they’re a nice way to relax and less “work,” so to speak, than a regular meditation-you just sit back and roll with it. I was under the impression this experience would be different, it was explained that we would enter a light hypnotic trance state, but again, basically it was just a guided meditation. Clearly something I could have done myself at home & not shelled out $15 for. I guess I just wanted & expected something more, something different. This process was not much different from an experience I had years ago with one charismatic priestess with a tattoo on her forehead, however at that time, I got nothing except bored. (Those in the know will know of whom I speak.)
However, I did get some good stuff regardless of the process. And I suppose when I feel so motivated, I will prolly follow up with further meditation.
We actually did it twice, having a break in between sessions to discuss what we had experienced. The first session I was on a snowy hillside sprinkled with pine saplings. The sun was dim in a cloud covered sky, and everything had that midwintery cast to it. It was very cold, I was freezing, and I could feel myself physically shivering there in the shop (it was very warm in the shop, btw). I could physically feel myself throwing off tons of “cold” energy in huge waves, and afterwards when we were discussing, quite a few of the guests complained that they had suddenly gotten cold for no apparent reason, though it was not acknowledged that they felt it coming from me. Anyway, I was very much alone. I was wearing black lace up boots, kinda like “granny boots,” a little worn & scuffed. I also wore a blue dress with very thin dark blue striping and a dark blue woolen cloak or coat. I had long, straight, very blonde hair, the sides pulled up with a bow on the top of my head. My name started with an “L” and was something like Lisa, or Lina or Lita. I think I had a sweetheart named John. When regressed further into the childhood of that lifetime, I found myself in a very ornate, very large house, and it was still very cold. The décor was done in heavy woods and rich jewel colors, reds & blues, golds as well, very baroque. There were a lot of potted plants that added to the lushness of the décor. There was a big black piano that I played or hid under as a child. I wasn’t aware of any other people, though I did happen to catch a glimpse of someone who I think was my father. He was very thin, and well-dressed, with an air of aristocracy. I got the impression that my life was very restricted, I wasn’t able to do a lot, and very rarely left the house. It wasn’t something that was imposed upon me, it was just how life was, so I really didn’t know any different.
During the second session, I found myself on the east coast, somewhere north, like Maine or Massachusettes, New Hampshire maybe. I was wearing a pink broadcloth-type dress, which was covered in part by a white bib apron. I had a matching white bonnet. It was cold again, but very bright & sunny, and I could see the ocean and hear the gulls cry. My house was one of several that sat upon a cliff. It was a white clapboard, and huge, but very plain and simple, with a white picket fence. My hands were very red & rough from work,. and I also got the impression that I was not much to look at-kind of plain, with long brown hair, and a large nose, a crooked mouth, and brown eyes. I was happy though, and enjoyed being outside in the sea air. I didn’t hear my name this session, but rather saw my signature as I wrote in a feminine, swooping hand-Lenore. I saw no other people, though had the impression that I lived within a small community.
It was mentioned afterwards that it was surprising that no one had mentioned a witchy past life, because of course everyone in the room had at one point experienced such a life. *rolls eyes* I’m not sure I believe that. Personally, I feel I may have, as I have an irrational fear of fire & burning. Saying everyone who has an interest in the witchy arts now must have a witchy past life somewhere seems a bit ludicrous to me, though, just like all those people who mention past lives in terms of what famous person they once were. It just makes no sense. Someone had to make the sandwiches, so to speak, and there were far more commoners than those who had some place of note in history.
What do you think?