Experiencing a single lifetime via past life regression offers a profusion of wisdom but usually one central theme is highlighted. This theme is the reason you have been drawn to a particular life. It illuminates the wisdom that will most benefit you in your current life and circumstances.
There is one recurring theme which all lives (past, present and future) address: the theme of death. Past life regression includes processing the death experience and evaluation from an expanded awareness, outside of the body. This is very good news. Most of us are fearful of dying. We are taught to fear death by our own survival instincts and through both culture and religion. One of the very awesome things about death is that we all get to experience it! Death is universal and guaranteed. When looking to kickstart your self-inquiry journey, death is fertile territory.
My final regression at the workshop where I was first hypnotized explored the theme of service — yet it was the death experience which impacted me most profoundly, or rather, the post-death experience.
When instructed to go to a second past life I panicked, convinced I would revisit the same life I had just left. This doubt in my ability to regress continued for several years despite all evidence to the contrary.
Regardless of my palpitating heart and adrenaline surging, the murky darkness DID coalesce into something unique: a planet of murky darkness.
This planet is brown and dead. Seriously dead, devastated by war. Covered in dead bodies. There is no plant or insect or any living thing. The bodies are humanoid but small. All male. There is a huge central trench and various groups of women in brown robes (approx. 35 total) are tending the bodies, moving them into the trench in orderly lines. We are not from here. This is not our home. These are not our people. We belong to an order of women who devote their lives to service of others and we have volunteered to come and bury the dead.
I feel peaceful, resolute, purposeful. We live in crude circumstances with no amenities. The food is brown and bland. The “celebration” I am instructed to go to is a funeral procession for one of the women. This is as fun as it gets.
The wisdom of this life: Be of service; service is sacred.
The value of sacred service has become a guiding principle for my life. To be of service is validation enough for being alive. More than enough.
Then…something crazy happened. Deus ex machina. I am instructed to “go to the end of the life.” Immediately a huge, silver, bullet shaped ship lands in our burial area. This object is so incongruent that my conscious Sarah mind can’t make any sense of it. Yet in the brown robe clad body, I feel calm and… expectant. I realize I have been instructed regarding this eventuality and for the first time since our arrival on this planet, I feel excitement.
Standing next to the ship, my hands run over the hull. It is smooth and shiny, the only shiny thing I have seen, possibly ever. Suddenly the doors open and black clad soldiers emerge. Without a single word or hint of ceremony, they open fire and execute us all.
Now here is the awesome part:
Before our bodies hit the dirt, we are flying fast and free. Everything changes from brown drabness to a kaleidoscope of color and light. I feel delighted, elated, exuberant! It is the ultimate sensation of freedom. I AM freedom.
Oh how I wish I could accurately convey this sensation! The juxtaposition of a life well lived in deep and sacred service with the instantaneous sweet release into absolute freedom. Glorious soaring joy bursting from a rising flood of giddy anticipation.
Does this sound like the death you are expecting?
We experience the death experience we believe we will experience. Doesn’t it seem prudent to believe it spectacular?