DISCOVER WHO YOU WERE, TO DISCOVER WHO YOU ARE.

 

Maybe in one of your past lives, you’ll discover you were a tinker or a tailor, or soldier or spy.  Whatever your current station, perhaps ‘tis time to discover who you were, to discover who you are (now). Who you are now could very well be the sum of your 12,000 or so past life experiences to date.

Shocked?! I shall explain the numbers.

As presented in one of my previous blog posts, PAST LIVES REGRESSION: FROM PHYSICS TO METHAPHYSICS (WHAT IS IT?! WHY IS IT?!) dated April 21^st, 2026, I stated that we, Homo sapiens, have been on Earth for approximately 300,000 years. Considering an average generational span is 25 years, that gives us 12,000 generations of anatomically modern humans (300,000 divided by 25 = 12,000). Twelve thousand generations means each of us having the possibility of 12,000 past lives!

A possible memory download of 12,000 past lives?! But of course, both mentally and pragmatically, this number is too high to reckon with or recall in one’s present lifetime. For my upcoming PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT scheduled this summer, August 28-29, the regression to a couple, or maybe three past lives shall suffice.

This blog post is about who I am now, and who I might have been in one or more of my lives in the past. In this blog post I will explain with the certainty of fact and the conjecture of imagination who I currently am, while speculating on just a couple of the possible 12,000 past lives from whence I came. This blog entry, then, will be the product of a non-trance, auto-suggested hypnotherapy session with me, myself, and I!

So, who am I. In these 12001 lives of mine, right now I am a septuagenarian adhering to a strict routine of physical exercise, vigorous social connections, and nutrition awareness, and have been doing so for the last three decades. When I was in my ‘20s, being in good physical shape was not at all important to me. In my early ‘30s I became a swimmer; in my late ‘30s I became a long-distance runner; in my ‘40s I became a weightlifter. And since my ‘40s I’m still an active participant in all these physical endeavors and more!

Following, are some thumbnails of my current physical activities:

Swimming. During university years, I swam laps for a mile every morning before classes started. After university, I was a swimming instructor at the local YMCA for fifteen years. Now from May through to September, I don a ¾” wetsuit and snorkel in a variety of lakes in Saskatchewan, Alberta, and British Columbia. In summertime on days 30 degrees Celsius or hotter, I swim lengths in Wascana Pool, a five-minute walk from my condo.

Running. For 13 years I ran a minimum of five miles every weekday, and ten miles every Sunday. I completed the Saskatchewan Marathon (26 miles) and ran at least 15 half-marathons (most often the Echo Lake Road Race). These past years I’ve become a fair-weather runner, running only twice per week and only three seasons a year.

Weightlifting. I started weight training in the ‘80s and still lift four days a week at Downtown Fitness, a five-minute walk from my downtown condo.

Martial Arts. I have been training in Muay Thai for fifteen or so years, the last eight years training just one day per week.

Skiing. I started downhill skiing in 1972 and have gone skiing in Alberta and British Columbia mountains twice a year since. These last three years I have been a professional down-hill ski instructor at our local hill, Mission Ridge Resort. Skiing here so much in Saskatchewan has certainly reduced my ski trips to the mountains. 

Hiking. I am a brutto-tempo hiker, hiking the local trails in spring, winter, and fall, and in summertime the mountain trails of Alberta and British Columbia.

In my ‘20s, the discrepancy between the unfit and fit was not that apparent, at least not in physical appearance. In my ‘30s when I became an avid swimmer, I started to break from the pack of my peers, having acquired that lithe swimmer look. And when I became a long-distance runner, the cardio and endurance gap between myself and my peers became even wider. Developing muscle as a weightlifter in my ‘40s, that gap became an abyss. And now at 75 years of age, among my peers, I AM AN ALIEN.

Stating that I am an alien is based upon my personal interpretation of EVOLUTIONARY PSYCHOLOGY. To this point, here is my skinny on why Homo sapiens go to the gym. Most people who pay a monthly membership to go to a gym are not professional athletes. Professional athletes have their own gym and trainers, all of which supplied by the professional team of which they are a member. Most people who pay a monthly membership fee to go to a gym are just wanting to either lose weight or get back into shape. FACTOID: I think most people go to the gym for one reason only, and that is “to look good.” Expanding on this, according to evolutionary psychology, our only purpose for being, like every other animal on the planet, is simply to procreate and continue the species. And looking as good as you can is likely the very way to attract a mate with whom to couple and with whom to copulate.

Folks, I know that I am not an extraterrestrial. Though my physical appearance may have me looking out of this world when compared to my aged peers, I am undeniably delusional, but still Homo sapiens. I probably need not add that I am of the arrogant and narcissistic sect of Homo sapiens. But even as egocentric and conceited as I am, let us not kid ourselves. Whenever anyone enters a room, one’s body type communicates before and oftentimes better, than one’s mouth!

But why do I think thus? For the sole purpose of this blog entry, I deliberately induced three non-trance PAST LIFE REGRESSIONS on myself. Here they are (in thumbnail):

I am swimming in a cold and black sea. Hmmm. I have been to the Atlantic coast in Canada, and the water I am swimming in seems quite like the North Atlantic. I am freezing cold and treading water I cannot help but notice the flotsam washed ashore. For sure, I sure be heading there. If I want to live, I need to make it to shore.

*(The easy interpretation: Such is the reason why, in this life, I have spent so much time in the water. I just want to survive!)

I feel I am in the doldrums. With chains around my ankles and wrists, and barefoot, I am seated amongst other men who are also bound in chains. Looking around the room, I see only pieces of broken pottery practically everywhere. In fact, I cannot even see the type of flooring because it is totally covered in broken bits of clay and glass or whatever. It is almost as though I am a captive potter of Japanese kintsukuroi.  

*(What influence this past life experience has had on my present is not clear. A Jungian interpretation could be that in my current life I tend to do whatever I want whenever I want. And that I never want to go back to being in chains or having to walk on broken glass.)

And now it’s a starry, starry night and I am on my back completely stretched out looking up into space. There is a child’s giggle to my right. I roll over slightly to see a toddler pointing to the sky. I am trying to discern what he may be looking and laughing at. It looks like a blue marble. It is Earth! 

YIKES! I REALLY AM AN ALIEN!

DEAR READERS, I would love for you to join me in my PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT scheduled this AUGUST 28^TH & 29^th at WAKAMOW VALLEY, MOOSE JAW, SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA. The picturesque WAKAMOW VALLEY is the perfect setting for some fellow time-travelers to unlock the past in order to explore present conditions. For this end-of-summer retreat, I have reserved six rooms at the elegant WAKAMOW HEIGHTS BED & BREAKFAST.

DISCOVER WHO YOU WERE TO DISCOVER WHO YOU ARE!

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-          NEIL CHILD

 

THE BROWN NICKEL: A MEMORY RECALL

 

MEMORY RECALL and PAST LIVES REGRESSION are on the same continuum with regard to HYPNOTHERAPY. Although a MEMORY RECALL is not as far right, on the linear scale, or back on the temporal scale, as a PAST LIVES REGRESSION, for the client achievement of either, the two methodologies in hypnotherapy are very similar. Take for example, this personal MEMORY RECALL of mine.

I was hunting grasshoppers in the empty and weedy lot next door to my home. My home was the rented basement suite of a small bungalow on 8^th Avenue, N.W. in Swift Current, Saskatchewan. The owners of the bungalow were the Irene and Bert Terlson, a middle-class nuclear family which included their two daughters, Valerie and Debbie. I cannot remember much about our basement suite, except that it was tiny. That was the only place I remember living with my parents, and they separated when I was six. So, I must have been either a five- or six-year-old grasshopper hunter. Right after my parents split, I moved to a farm in Shaunavon, Saskatchewan to live with my grandparents.

Anyway, armed with a sealer jar, I was crawling around hunting for grasshoppers in the empty lot next door to our place, and right next door to that were several men on a construction crew, constructing what I do not know. I remember having a couple of tiniest lime-green grasshoppers and a yellow cabbage butterfly held captive in my jar. I remember crawling on my elbows and belly through the weeds, hoping for more exotic bug finds, especially grasshoppers. Why I loved grasshoppers so much, I really cannot recall. I do know that as an adult I have not been so much in love, not at all actually.

Crawling around that day, I can recall it being a very dry and scorching hot day. And crawling in those weeds that day, I found a brown nickel! I had never before seen a brown nickel. I ran home to show my mom. With a look of reproach she said, “Give it back.” “Go there and give it back to the man who gave it to you.”

“Nobody gave it to me,” I said. “Nobody gave it to me!” It’s not that I had a history of lying to my mom. In fact, I cannot recall any conversation with my mom when we lived below the Terlsons. I do know that at age I was definitely not a mythomaniac.

After much pleading to no avail, I walked back across the lot where I found the nickel, and onto the next lot where the workers were. I approached one of the men. I do remember he had a wrinkled and swarthy complexion, and he wore coveralls and a grey hat to match. “I’m not taking your money, kid. Tell your mom the truth. Tell her you found it.”

I told the worker I had to give it to him, and that if I didn’t, I would just be throwing it back into the weeds. I cannot recollect more of that conversation, but I do remember taking a drink from his water jug, and I do remember his bemused look as he took my brown nickel and stuffed it in his trouser pocket.

Years later as an adolescent I was pleasantly surprised when handed another brown nickel by chance getting change at Seto’s Café in Vanguard, Saskatchewan. Factoid: That brown nickel I got from Seto’s is still in my possession. The date on it is 1943. I’ve no idea of the date on that brown nickel I found in the weeds so very long ago.

 Another factoid: Seems I’ve an affinity for brown nickels, for now I have a slew of them in a sock in a drawer!

This brown nickel incident is a Memory Recall, not a Past Lives Regression. Prompted via autosuggestion (self-hypnosis), it happened in my current-body past. To differentiate this MEMORY RECALL from a PAST LIVES REGRESSION, this memory is a faraway recollection of when I was a youngster in my present life. Sometimes a memory recall, especially having occurred some fifty or more years ago, will seem just as exciting and therapeutic as any past life regression. I believe that both a memory recall and a past life regression are on the same mental and imaginary continuum, and therefore both could have similar and valuable therapeutic outcomes for the client.

Affirmation: THE BROWN NICKEL is a writing of non-fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the product of this author’s imagination and experience, brought from my mind to blog to enlighten the reader on the topic of MEMORY RECALL vs PAST LIVES REGRESSION.

And speaking of PAST LIVES REGRESSION, dear readers, please keep in mind my PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT coming this AUGUST 28^TH & 29^th in WAKAMOW VALLEY, MOOSE JAW, SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA. The picturesque WAKAMOW VALLEY is the perfect place to join some fellow time-travelers to unlock your past. For this retreat, I have reserved six rooms at the elegant WAKAMOW HEIGHTS BED & BREAKFAST.

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PAST LIVES REGRESSION HYPNOSIS: HOCUS POCUS OR FOCUS-FOCUS?!

 

HOCUS POCUS, a phrase commonly expressed by modern magicians, began as a 17^th-century magical incantation slang meaning “trickery.” Hocus pocus originated as a mock-Latin for-this-is-my-body parody for the Catholic Communion phrase, “hoc est enim corpus meum.” Hocus Pocus also evolved to originate the term, “hoax.”

FOCUS means to concentrate attention on a specific subject. In HYPNOTHERAPY jargon, FOCUS is brought about via a deep and relaxed state known as TRANCE. While in trance, an individual, in this dream-like state, has the added power to imagine anything within the individual’s cognitive reason and experience.

The power to imagine is key in hypnotherapy. IMAGINATION is the cognitive ability to form mental images and sensations. Imagination involves the ability to think creatively. Through HYPNOTHERAPY compliant clients form mental images of something or things, that are not currently present to the person’s senses or perhaps never before wholly perceived in that same person’s reality.

Inducing someone hypnotically into a trance-like state has its publicly documented pros and cons. The significant pro is the ability to create a non-invasive positive behavior change for the client who is seeking such. And the significant con of hypnotherapy in general, is the nature of its variable effectiveness, the results of which depending entirely on the individual’s engagement and suggestibility (compliance) throughout the session, and for sure too, the skillset of the practitioner (the professional credentials).

Back to HOCUS POCUS. Skepticism with regard to hypnotherapy stems from its portrayal as stage entertainment. Stereotypically, the stage hypnotist is a gaudily dressed male and a sexily attractive female assistant steering the show. Several volunteer wannabe and plebeian exhibitionists are encouraged to jump onto the stage for their screening to be an active participant in the main show. After a few minutes of group how-high-can-you-jump commands delivered by the hypnotist, the actual number of selected participants is whittled to five or six players, who dutifully take their seats to become the show. And you know the show. Female and male volunteers unabashedly playing imaginary trumpets, speaking nonsensical moon talk, laughing then crying then suddenly dropping their heads in deep slumber at the snap of a finger. Yes. Stage entertainment indeed, having an entire audience belly laughing at the gormless connotation of hypnotherapy certainly challenges the seriousness of the therapy.

And of course, this type of comedy combined with the lack of standardized regulation in the industry leads, too, to a lack of credibility and a certain skepticism toward the reputation of hypnotherapy in general.

Now back to FOCUS-FOCUS. In spite of its entertaining and comedic reputation, in both academic and medico communities, hypnotherapy is increasingly being recognized as a valid, evidence-based, non-invasive therapy. Rather than a hocus pocus magical mystery, the focus-focus trance prompted by a licensed professional, can most certainly create for the client, a concentrated attention that can alter behavior and perception toward positive change.

Marching in my CHAUCERIAN PARADE this week is yet another familiar stranger I meet several times a week via the Tim Hortons drive through on Park Street in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada.

And please consider joining me at my PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT coming this AUGUST 28^TH & 29^th in WAKAMOW VALLEY, MOOSE JAW, SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA. The picturesque Wakamow Valley is the perfect place to join some fellow time-travelers in unlocking your past to discover. who you were, to help discover who you are!

SPACES ARE LIMITED TO JUST SIX PARTICIPANTS (INCLUDING MYSELF).

RETREAT FEE: $200.00    LODGING FEE: $300.00 (APPROXIMATELY) FOR TWO NIGHTS 

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PAST LIVES REGRESSION: THE SANDS OF TIME FROM THE FOREST TO THE SEA

 

For each client in a PAST LIVES REGRESSION hypnotherapy session, I have the client create a sensorium type of experience, an oral description of the incarnation that employs all the five senses, which could include even the sixth sense. I do this by having the clients clarify certain aspects of their experiences through my soliciting details and rather thick descriptions of most things seen, heard, felt, smelled and tasted by the client throughout the past life scenario. Following are three thumbnail sketches of the visions from my last three PAST LIVES REGRESSION clients, Karl, Reva, and Molly. Note, dear reader, that these word-for-word citations are drawn from my memory, not from recordings. (And note too, that I never record or transcribe any of my sessions.) My use of quotation marks for the following descriptions is meant to signal that they are my clients’ words, as best as I could recall them after each session, and after the client had gone from my office.

KARL:

“It is scorching hot and the sun is burning my face and my eyes. Sand everywhere. Wind too. The wind is strong and hot and not at all cooling. My head is wrapped with a white cloth. I’ve a very long and pointed beard and I’ve got a ton of jewelry around my neck. Sandals. My sandals are leather and are wrapped around my ankles.

I am walking over a sandhill and am pulling on rein of an unusually tall horse that is glistening from the heat, a golden palomino, that is kind of walking both behind and beside me.

I stop to quench my thirst, and I am sipping water from a pink Yeti! A woman jumps down from the horse. I didn’t notice her until now! She jumps down and comes close really fast, embraces me, smiles at me, and grabs my Yeti and laughs and takes a drink. We are dressed the same way. We are both wearing long white robes, and leather sandals that are laced rather high. Also, both of us are wearing big silver medallions around our necks. We are couple, that’s for sure.

I cannot see where exactly we are headed, but neither of us seems to care about that. I guess we know where we are going. When I breathe the desert air burns my nostrils. It’s that hot!

Looking up there is not a cloud in that bright, blue sky. But I do see a bird in the distance, flying toward us. I can see it’s a blackbird, a blackbird that is now swooping down at us … “

REVA:

“I am standing beside a very big tree looking through hanging leaves at a hut made of mud and thatch. I cannot see the doorway. It’s dark, nighttime I guess, and there is a bonfire right beside me. It’s big and it’s very hot. And through the flames across from me I can see this other person. She’s wrinkly and old and it seems we are dressed the same. I am barefoot but I cannot see whether she is. But I can see her beaded leather top, that is exactly like mine. But hers is a dark brown, almost black, and mine is much lighter, almost blonde color. And hers has lots of creases, mine doesn’t. She is smiling at me, and I am smiling back at her.

We are cooking something, I’m not sure what. Whatever it is, it has a very strong odor. Not unpleasant but a kind of burnt smell. Ah. She is lifting it up from a huge pot or vat (I guess) of boiling water. It’s meat hanging on a big bone, a really big bone. And she is smiling still and now nodding her head, I think in approval.

I have to back up, stand back because the flames of the fire are just really, really hot. Too hot for me. Piercing hot actually. The trees are thick here, very close together, and with wide and very thick trunks. And tall. When I look at for the treetops I cannot see them. They form a covered canopy, but I can see some stars through the peepholes in canopy. And now I’m stepping back even farther because of the heat.

A couple more people are coming toward the fire. Two males talking and laughing. I cannot make out what they are saying yet, because of the loud crackling of the fire. As they get closer the old lady across the fire begins to laugh. Me too. I cannot help but laugh, but mine I think is a nervous laugh. They are males. They are wearing the same beaded tops as the old lady and me. Now I know what they’re talking about. They are talking about the fire, and how big it is.

And now there is another couple coming toward the fire. They are carrying a carcass. It looks like a deer. And now they are dropping the carcass into the vat. The carcass is huge. But they’ve left the head of the deer or whatever it is, hanging over the outside of the vat. Like I said, it looks like a deer, a giant deer but black and white in color. Not black and white like a zebra, but a blotchy black and white.

That burnt odor is overtaking all my senses. I can’t help but think of anything except that sharp, burnt smell. It’s so strong.

Here come a bunch of people with sticks. Men and women and some kids, all carrying sticks! They are circling us and banging these sticks together. Bundles of sticks. Each having a bundle in each hand and they are banging them together. They are all dressed the same.

No, they are not dancing. Or maybe they are. They’re just jumping straight up and down and banging their sticks and laughing. Now it’s noisy. The crackling fire, the laughter, the banging of the sticks … “

MOLLY:

“I am running through a forest. Someone may be chasing me but I’m not sure. I’m not nervous so likely not. I am running though, as fast as I can. I’m barefoot and running in the daylight. I’m not dodging trees. I am on a path, a well-worn path. The trees are thinning out as I’m leaving the forest and now running on a beach along the water.

The beach is white and the sea (or whatever it is, a big lake maybe, or maybe an ocean) is a deep, dark, frothy and green. A sparkly green. It’s warm and windy. I can feel the warm air blowing heavily on my skin and through my hair. I’m sweating from the run.

I can smell salt, from my sweat but mostly from the water. So, it must be a sea or an ocean. The smell of salt in the warm air and I’m inhaling lots of it, probably because I’m also short of breath from the running. My mouth is wide open to catch more air, and I can taste the salt!

There are people up ahead, pulling nets from the water. Four people, three men and one child. The child looks to be ten years of age. The men are bald. I am bald! And I’m a man! (I can feel my package swinging when I run.) And that kid is bald, though I can’t tell if the kid is a guy or a girl.

Fish. They are pulling nets of fish onto the shore. I think I am running there to help them. They notice me and wave. One is shouting something toward me, but I can’t hear because I’m seaside and the roar of the waves is all I can hear.

Seagulls. Lots of seagulls are flying and dipping and squawking above those people I’m approaching. I’m there. The kid runs at me and gives me a hug. It’s a girl. Those three guys with her, I notice, are considerably younger than me. And they each take turns giving me a hug and a smile.

I am their dad. And I am a fisherman!”

Three different clients. Three different experiences. And now my rather Jungian synopsis, the collected-agreement-on-themes in literature for these three scenarios, beginning with Karl.

Karl’s scenario involves just two people and a horse in a desert. In my office the clean-shaven Karl is telling me, in his scenario, that he has a long and pointed beard. He is escorting his female mate (he said they were a couple) across some desert dune. He seems very confident in this desert trek. Is he a Bedouin? A Bedouin that drinks from a Yeti cup?

And what of that blackbird swooping down on them?  A mix of ancient times and modern times? (He is sipping water from a pink Yeti!) What is the story here?  In Herbert’s Dune, the desert represents a very extreme environment for survival, whereas Moses spent 40 years in the biblical desert on a cleansing of the spirit quest.

And now for Reva. The setting is nighttime. Reva is standing beside a very big tree which stands among other big trees, which indicates she is in a forest. It seems she is a member of a group of hunters and gatherers, and it seems whatever game is presented, it is being cooked by females, the older woman across the pot and herself. The crowd she presents suggests a collectivistic society all dressed in similar costume, all dancing to the drumbeat of hand-held sticks. Such hand-held sticks could very well be Cuban claves, and if so then the dance could that of a Latin salsa rhythm.

Whatever Reva’s forest presents, to me seemed eerie at the start, at least until the woman across the pot smiled at her. And I did not sense a sardonic smile, but rather a smile of comfort and belonging. Such forest settings are popular in literature. In Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, for example, the forests are either enchanted or perilous, but in Thoreau’s Waldon, the forest is a place of introspection and self-discovery. Whatever Reva’s forest represents, the symbolism of it will not be apparent until sometime after the session, in many cases, long after the session.

Molly’s vision, too, took place a forest, at least at the very start. And at that start she seemed to me to be running scared, but very soon presented to be just in a hurry, without fear. Reva’s scenario stayed in a forest setting, whereas Molly runs out of the forest and onto a beach. My female client, Molly, is a male in her past life vision.

Unlike Reva’s social situation, I cannot determine if Molly’s family is part of a bigger collective, or just an independent fishing family. Also, unlike Reva’s situation, Molly’s setting is not presented in a tribal nature, though it is rather interesting that all Molly’s family members are bald.

Like the forest, the sea is prevalent in ancient and modern literature. The sea in Homer’s Odyssey represented the long journey home. Could it be that Molly and crew have been lost at sea? In Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, the sea represents the eternal struggle with humans and nature and survival. In Molly’s vision, she is a male fisher. Why was she in the forest? Why was she running from the forest? Maybe she lives in the forest, and the family has come home? But what of the little girl? Why would she be out at sea and not in the forest?

All three time-travelers seemed already acculturated as soon as their verbal descriptions began. Also, not any of the three seemed surprised with regard to their raiment but rather seemed eager to describe in detail when prompted.

And all three time-travelers were definitely acting in a settings clearly remote from their present realities. As I have attempted to hypothecate on the symbolism of their locales, any epiphanies relating to these locales would, of course, be best expressed from the clients’ own introspections. Of course, after the fact as I was texting back and forth with Karl, Reva, and Molly, all of whom had flashes of insight of what these past life experiences might have meant to them. Karl had been to the desert before on a vacation (I'm thinking with his pink Yeti) and so, not-so-strangely, decided that this past life was the discovery that prompted his future self to the Sahara many years or even decades later. Reva later revealed that that older lady across from her quite looked like her mother, not exactly but close to. So, then she decided she was among her own kind, and that her mother lookalike might have been an aunt or grandmother, some blood relative for sure.  Molly, even weeks later, was still alarmed that experienced fatherhood. Molly, in her present life was the mother of three children and has no revelation of what that might have signaled

Ostensibly, from a client point of view, these three time-travelers believed they had experienced some real moments from a past life. From my hypnotherapy point of view, my counsel for such meant mission accomplished!

[And while on topic and to conclude, dear readers, UNLOCK YOUR PAST and DISCOVER WHO YOU WERE! Fellow time-travelers, I do hope your endless journey of a thousand lives leads you to my PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT scheduled for this coming AUGUST 28 & 29, set in the picturesque WAKAMOW VALLEY PARK, MOOSE JAW, SASKATCHEWAN, CANADA. I have reserved six rooms at the elegant WAKAMOW HEIGHTS BED & BREAKFAST for the occasion.]

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PAST LIVES REGRESSION: FROM PHYSICS TO METAPHYSICS (WHAT IS IT?! WHY IS IT?!)

SELF PORTRAIT

WHAT IS IT?!

PAST LIVES REGRESSION is defined as a hypnotherapy technique to guide individuals into a deep state of relaxation, to access memories believed to be from previous lifetimes. PAST LIVES REGRESSION can be used as an exploration of past life adventures, which too, can lead to an exploration of past traumas and experiences that may be causing current-life phobias, behaviors, or relationship challenges.

Some key aspects of PAST LIVES REGRESSION are:

METHOD. A trained therapist guides the client onto a relaxed, hypnotic state in order to explore past experiences.

PURPOSE. Proponents believe that a PAST LIFE REGRESSION helps resolve current-life problems, such as anxiety, unexplained fears, and physical pain, by resolving past traumas. Other proponents believe examining past adventures to be very therapeutic.

PERSPECTIVE. While viewed by some as an actual spiritual recollection of past lives, some others see it as a metaphor used by the subconscious or conscious mind for therapeutic healing.

SCIENTIFIC VIEW. Mainstream Science and Psychology tend to view these memories as personal constructions rather than evidence of reincarnation.

THEMES. Common elements can include meeting people from the current life in a different context and recognizing recurring life lessons.

It is important to note that PAST LIVES REGRESSION is considered a form of alternative therapy and not meant to be a replacement for traditional medical treatments.

WHY IS IT?!

Though our earliest human ancestors (hominins) appeared some six to seven million years ago, we modern humans (Homo sapiens) have been on Earth for approximately 300,000 years. Considering an average generational span is 25 years, that will give us (300,000 divided by 25) 12,000 generations of anatomically modern humans, the possibility for each of us to having 12,000 past lives!

FACTOID: We humans are always wondering where we came from, and PAST LIVES REGRESSION therapy just may provide us some clues! Betwixt and between PHYSICS and METAPHYSICS, I shall offer some talking points on the rationale for believing in the theory of PAST LIVES REGRESSION.

PHYSICS:

PHYSICS is the fundamental science study of matter, energy, and motions.

According to the PHYSICS, energy never leaves the universe. ENERGY NEVER DISAPPEARS and ENERGY IS NEVER DESTROYED. Energy only transforms from one form to another. While energy can leave a localized system such as the present condition, it remains within the total, closed system of the universe. This principle that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, is considered the most important rule in PHYSICS.

Note, that in the PHYSICS we do not have a soul, and that in death we typically have two options: to be buried or to be cremated. If we are buried, then our body decomposes and our energy is absorbed by the flora and fauna surrounding it, in a sense giving life back to the Earth. If we are cremated, then our energy, travelling at the speed of light, radiates into space.

Hence the question: “If energy cannot be destroyed, then where does our personal energy go when we die?”

RELIGION:

Maybe the answer lies in RELIGION. Being central to the religions of Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism, is the belief of reincarnation, the non-material essence of a living being after biological death, beginning a new life in a different physical body or form, a cycle of rebirth so to speak.  

Reincarnation (from Latin) means “entering the flesh again,” insists there is a rebirth into a new human being or other living body. In Islam, life after death is the eternal continuation of existence. Buddhism teaches a process of rebirth where an individual’s consciousness continues in a new form, driven by Karma, one’s past actions, cravings, and ignorance. Christians, too, believe that death is not the end of our existence. Christianity centers on the soul of a person surviving death and existing eternally in Heaven or Hell. (Note that in the Catholic faith, a third place, Purgatory, serves as a transitional state of purification for souls enroute to Heaven. Note, too that Christianity, being the most popular religion on the planet, has an extremely strong influence on our thinking and behavior, Such a notion is perfectly expressed by band, Blood, Sweat, and Tears in the lines, "Swear there ain't no heaven, And I pray there ain't no hell ... only my dyin' will tell.)

PSYCHOLOGY:

Maybe the answer lies in PSYCHOLOGY. Psychologist CARL JUNG’S archetypes are universal, inborn, and inherited patterns of thought, image, and behavior, all of which residing in a Collective Unconsciousness. This Collective Unconsciousness, being distinct from the Individual Unconsciousness, is a shared pool of memories and patterns passed down to all of us by all of our ancestors.

POP PSYCHOLOGY:

Or maybe the answer lies in the literature of the likes of LOBSANG RAMPA and CARLOS CASTENEDA. LOBSANG RAMPA (purportedly) a Tibetan Monk, popularized “astral projection,” a conscious learnable experience of leaving the physical body, in several of his books beginning with THE THIRD EYE (1956). CARLOS CASTENEDA, a ‘60s American author, developed a cult following, after he wrote about the intellectual and enlightening altered states of consciousness through the ingestion of peyote and magic mushrooms in his THE TEACHINGS OF DON JUAN (1968). It was later revealed that LOBSANG RAMPA was not a Tibetan Monk, but rather the pen name of Cyril Henry Hoskin, a British plumber who wrote books with paranormal and occult themes. And as for CARLO CASTANEDA, he managed to maintain his cult following even after his shamanism proved to be fabricated and his writings for fictional than factual!

METAPHYSICS:

Maybe the answer lies in METAPHYSICS, that branch of philosophy that studies the fundamental nature of reality, existence, and being. METAPHYSICS explores the foundational questions beyond the physical sciences, by way of covering such topics as existence, space, time, causation, and underlying structures of the universe.

There are several and on-going investigations of near-death experiences as reported by people who have been near death or who have been for a short period of time, documented as clinically dead. Such NEAR-DEATH STUDIES focus on phenomena such as out-of-body experiences and astral flights, as mentioned and expressed (above) in pop-psychology. Whatever and wherever the study, those who have experienced a near death or a clinical death, believe that DEATH DOES NOT EXIST. And for those who continue to tell these stories, DEATH DOTH NOT HAPPEN.

Well, dear readers, there you have it. Not all of it, but a lot of it! And this is why PAST LIVES REGRESSION THERAPY is so appealing to me. PAST LIFE REGRESSION needs not to be tied to any religious faith, nor to be prompted by the ingestion of mind-bending drugs. PAST LIVES REGRESSION needs only and open mind and the compliance to allow one’s personal imaginings to wander freely. PAST LIVES REGRESSION is to cast one's mind back and believe that upon our physical death, our energy is transferred to another sentient being, a being that is human.

To conclude, I do hope your endless journey of a thousand lives leads you to my PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT scheduled for AUGUST 28^TH & 29^TH, set in the picturesque WAKAMOW VALLEY, Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada.

*SPACES ARE LIMITED TO JUST SIX PARTICIPANTS.

*LODGING FEE (APPROXIMATELY $300.00)

 TO BE PAID DIRECTLY TO “LOIS” @ WAKAMOW HEIGHTS (CALL 306-630-5274).

*RETREAT FEE ($200.00)

TO BE PAID DIRECTLY TO ME (NEIL CHILD), VIA E-TRANSFER TO:

child@accesscomm.ca

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Please call or text me @ (306) 591-7131.

Or email me @ neilchildhypnotherapy@gmail.com

 

WAKAMOW HEIGHTS 

 

CALLING ALL TIME-TRAVELLERS: TIME TO GET UNSTUCK!

 

WAKAMOW HEIGHTS

DO YOU BELIEVE YOU HAVE HAD A PAST LIFE? DO YOU WANT TO REAFFIRM YOU HAVE HAD A PAST LIFE? DO YOU WANT TO GATHER AND CIRCULATE WITH SOME FELLOW TIME-TRAVELLERS?

If you answer “yes” to any or all of the above questions, then I hope your seemingly endless journey of a thousand lives leads you to my PAST LIFE REGRESSION RETREAT set in the picturesque WAKAMOW VALLEY, Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada.

FACILITATOR: NEIL CHILD

*MASTER’S DEGREE EDUCATIONAL PSYCHOLOGY (UNIVERSITY OF REGINA)

*MASTER CLINICAL HYPNOTHERAPIST (CANADIAN HYPNOSIS ASSOCIATION)

*NEIL CHILD HYPNOTHERAPY (PRIVATE PRACTICE)

My PAST LIVES WAKAMOW VALLEY RETREAT spaces are limited to a MAXIMUM OF SIX PARTICIPANTS, and for the occasion, SIX ROOMS ARE RESERVED at the deluxe WAKAMOW HEIGHTS BED AND BREAKFAST.

*REGISTRATION CLOSES JULY 31^ST, 2026.

*LODGING FEE (APPROXIMATELY $300 FOR TWO NIGHTS)

TO BE PAID DIRECTLY TO WAKAMOW HEIGHTS BED & BREAKFAST – PLEASE CALL “LOIS” AT (306) 630-5274.

*RETREAT FEE $200.00

TO BE PAID DIRECTLY TO ME (NEIL CHILD), VIA E-TRANSFER TO

child@accesscomm.ca

QUESTIONS? COMMENTS? CONCERNS? 

PLEASE CALL OR TEXT ME at (306) 591-7131

or email me at neilchildhypnotherapy@gmail.com

RETREAT PROGRAM & SCHEDULE:

FRIDAY, AUGUST 28^th

7:00 P.M.              CHECK-IN & REGISTRATION

SATURDAY, AUGUST 29^th

8:00                       BREAKFAST

10:00                     PAST LIFE REGRESSION SESSION

11:30                     LUNCH BREAK

1:00                       GROUP DEBRIEF

2:00                       PAST LIFE REGRESSION SESSION

3:30                       NATURE WALK/REFLECTION

4:30                       GROUP DEBRIEF

5:30                       EVENING MEAL

7:00                       GROUP INTEGRATION/PERSONAL RECREATION

SUNDAY, AUGUST 30^TH

10:00 A.M.           CHECK-OUT & GOOD-BYES

WAKAMOW VALLEY is the most perfect place for you to discover past life memories, and through wisdom and insight, integrate these past life memories toward personal growth and present life transformations.

PAST LIFE REGRESSION is a hypnotherapy technique that guides individuals to recall vivid memories from their previous lives, oftentimes valuable to explore the roots of their current phobias, behaviors, and relationship patterns. This WAKAMOW PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT will serve, with professional guidance, as an opportunity to experience a deep and personal journey without judgement, in a safe and confidential environment.

The WAKAMOW WEEKEND PAST LIVES RETREAT is a getaway for those with an open mind and spirit of discovery, for those who believe that all of us have lived past lives, and that our challenges today might have roots in one or more of our past timelines. This PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT is designed for ANYONE wishing to experience past life regression for the first time, and also for those who have previously experienced a past life regression and wish to do so again.

With the small and intimate group setting of just six participants, those involved will receive lots of personalized attention, allowing ample time for group sharing, with professionally tailored guidance and support.

This retreat is meant to foster a sense of community among the group of fellow past-life seekers, like-minded individuals who are prepared to share experiences of their past lives and build supportive relationships that may extend even beyond the retreat itself. And at the end of the retreat, I am confident that all the participants will depart with a sense of awe, reflecting on their personal life journeys, while having a better and deeper understanding about behaviors in their present-day lives.

FACTOID: I have been a professional hypnotherapist in private practice for over a dozen years, during which time I have helped hundreds of clients to LOSE WEIGHT, QUIT SMOKING/VAPING, OVERCOME ADDICTION, OVERCOME SOCIAL (AND INTIMATE) INADEQUACIES, for MEMORY RECALL and, of course, PAST LIVES REGRESSION.

Of these client issues, here are my empirically measured success rates: 100% for those seeking to LOSE WEIGHT (at least for the first couple weeks of their endeavor!); 80% - 100% for those seeking to QUIT SMOKING/VAPING; 90% success rate for those struggling to OVERCOME ADDICTION; 95%-100% success rate for those dealing with SOCIAL AND INTIMATE INADEQUACIES; 95%-100% success rate for those attempting MEMORY RECALL; and 100% SUCCESS RATE for those seeking a PAST LIFE REGRESSION (and thus, the very reason for designing and delivering my first ever PAST LIVES REGRESSION RETREAT)!

HOPE TO SEE YOU IN WAKAMOW!

-          Neil  

FROM REEL TO REAL: A THRUMMING MOVIE REVIEW

ALEX @ TIMS

TAKEN AT THE DRIVE-THRU

Over the past couple years through the TIMS take-out window, Alexander, a TIMS worker, and I have discussed science fiction movies galore. Please note, dear reader, that I am a daily TIMS London Fog consumer and, Alex, being a very familiar stranger and also a sci-fi fanatic, my last London Fog pick-up was just another opportunity to talk about the latest sci-fi movie releases.

It so happened that Alex pumped up PROJECT HAIL MARY sooo much that I decided to check it at our local IMAX that very night!

PROJECT HAIL MARY is a science-fiction space adventure about a 6^th grade science teacher, who just happens to be a former molecular biologist, Ryan Gosling, waking up as the only surviving crew member on a spaceship 11.9 light years from Earth. Slowly but surely, he remembers that he, along with his fellow crewmates of real astronauts, were sent on a mission to prevent a mysterious substance from destroying Earth’s sun. In a line, our protagonist was a on a mission to save Earth!

At the designated solar stop, our surviving spaceman is approached by an alien starship. This alien starship, of course, has a spider-looking astronaut as its captain, who happens to be on the exact same mission, a mission to save its planet! What are the odds?!

(Having such a corny plot, the odds are entertainingly high!)

RYAN AND SANDRA IN PROJECT HAIL MARY

Actors Ryan Gosling as the lone spaceman and Sandra Huller, as the authoritarian military superior who sent him into space, were perfectly cast and, I must confess, were a treat in their every scene. And the special effects throughout the movie were spectacularly stunning!

(Keep in mind that I watched this movie at an IMAX theatre. “IMAX” is short for IMAGE MAXIMUM, a high-resolution film projection on a massive screen having a brighter and bigger picture and better sound than what is normally presented at the regular theatres.)

But alas, at least for me, special effects, alone, cannot fix the corny plot of a two-and-a-half-hour snoozer! (However, Ryan's SWEET CANADIAN SWEATER may save the movie somewhat, or at the very least, help cancel some of my criticism?!)

SWEET!

Not-so-strangely, Alex has also praised BLADE RUNNER 2049, also starring Ryan Gosling (along with cameo, Harrison Ford). And, too, not-so-strangely, this sequel to the original BLADERUNNER, actually starring Harrison Ford, won an Academy Award for Best Visual Effects.

I saw Blade Runner 2049 in the theatre, and what a disappointment it was when compared to the most perfect plot and the thoughtful and political setting of the original Blade Runner 1982! Of course, most of Ryan Gosling’s scenes were gripping-on-the-edge-of-your-seat wild and thrilling, but the convoluted plot begetting so operose for moi through the two hour and forty-three-minute movie!

But that neo-noir Blade Runner (1982) has become a sci-fi cult movie! Audience members seemed to empathize with both the protagonists and the replicant antagonists in this superbly dark and chilling cyberpunk high tech and low life classic. Yep. That first Blade Runner is one of my favorite all-time movies!

All the DUNE movies, too, are on Alex’s love list of big screen flicks! In the first DUNE (1984), the battles between Kyle Machaclan and Sting on that harsh and desert planet of Arrakis blew me away so much that I could feel the sand in my eyes! I started to watch a couple of the sequels, but like the Blade Runner sequel, the aborning plots were just pedantic and BORING, far too abstruse to tolerate during my supposedly recreational and enjoyable cinema times.

Ahhh! I love space movies! I loved the horror in first ALIEN starring Sigourney Weaver,

and I loved the dystopia in THE TERMINATOR 1984 movie with Arnie and Linda Hamilton.

  But the refurbished and redecorated sequels, not with new plots but with bedazzling high-tech special effects … MEH.

And what does any of this movie biz have to do with my busking?!

Factoid: This is the reel stuff I contemplate when thrumming! Really.

Marching in my CHAUCERIAN PARADE this week is my Grandpa Sid who raised me from the time I was five years old.

GRANDPA SID

Leafing through some ancient photo albums I found this, my very first caricature, which I drew when I was five years old!