PAST LIVES - PART 11

Past Lives is a collaborative writing project involving bloggers from around the world. PART 1 of the story starts with a fictional Australian character named David. In an effort to understand and overcome his fears David undergoes Past Life Regression (PLR) therapy with the renowned Dr Harlowe. During each session a different blogger takes you back to reconnect David with one of his previous lives (links to these stories are on the left sidebar). Today David is seeing Dr Harlowe for a review session. After revealing nine past lives will there finally be enough clues to unlock David's present pain or will he have to reveal more past lives to find the missing pieces?
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"Ha-a! Sús-ki! Ó-ma-ta Há-wi-mo-o! Ó-ma-ta, Ó-ma-ta Há-wi-mo!"screamed David, repeating the loud, terrifying war cry of the Indian who had cut open his chest and ripped out his heart from his past life in Colorado in the 1830s.

Dr Harlowe sat in the dim light grimacing as he reviewed the tape from David Taylor's last session. No matter how many tapes Gregory Harlowe had seen, he still found it uncomfortable watching the pain and terror etched on his patients' faces as they described their deaths in previous lives.

David was definitely one of his more complex cases. While he presented with a straightforward phobia, his vivid past life memories would suggest that he has some deep-seated fears and traumas yet to be revealed. Dr Harlowe had now examined all the session tapes and had noted particular scenarios which may assist in resolving David's issues.

Dr Harlowe was well aware from his own experience, the toll that this therapy can have on patients. He had also connected with many of his own past lives over the years.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock and his assistant, Petra, opened the door and said, “Dr Harlowe, David Taylor is here."

“Send him in”, said the doctor as he switched off the tape.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he saw his patient's appearance. David's hair was unruly, his face showed a lack of sleep and the dark shadows under his eyes told a story of their own. David also seemed to be limping again.

"Hello David, he said, "I'm glad to see you. How are you feeling?"

David sat down heavily on the lounge and muttered, "Fine thanks", before taking a sip of water. He then spluttered, "Truth is Doc, the...the last session we had really rattled my cage and I've had nightmares all week. I only came here to get my claustrophobia cured, and now I've found out I've had more lives that the longest running character on Days of Our Lives. I've not only seen them playing like a movie in my mind, but I feel like I've been reliving them over and over for weeks now. I've got enough problems in this life, without a whole heap more! I'm not sure how many more blood curdling deaths I can take".

Dr Harlowe chose his words carefully. "I understand, David. Your last session was particularly traumatic and I think it's a sign that we are finally getting close to unravelling the puzzle. Unfortunately the journey is often a painful one and there's no easy way to dodge the bullets. At some point during the process most people feel the same way you do, so try not to let it overwhelm you. You just have to keep reminding yourself that the problems you have today are invariably caused by, and therefore have the potential to be healed by, those problems from your past lives.

David nodded and Dr Harlowe continued, "The other critical thing to remember is that not all the past lives you have connected with may necessarily be your own past lives. There is a possibility that the scenes you recalled may be from old movies you have seen and forgotten about or even books you have read, not to mention your own imagination. Some of your past life memories may not even exist at all".

"So, let's just take a quick look at some of the key scenarios you have remembered to date. We can see if there any similarities between your past lives and then look at them in the context of your current life. Is that alright with you David?"

David sighed, "OK Doc, given I've come this far I guess I should see it through."

"David", interrupted Dr Harlowe, "I can see some definite synergies between your past lives. Do you notice anything?"

"Yes, yes, I see what you mean, it's really incredible", said David as he intently watched the images flash before him.

"Look here and then there and then at this one", said the doctor as he pointed to various images on the screen. "Everything that happens to us somehow, somewhere, sometime, makes sense. If it does not make sense in the context of this current lifetime, then it always makes sense in the context of one of more past lives. We always carry our unfinished business, unlearned lessons and unresolved thoughts with us from life to life.

David, I have a few questions about your current life that I would like to explore further. Tell me, what was your life like when you were a small child?"

"Well", said David, "I was born near Ayers Rock. My father, Harry, was an Aboriginal ranger and my mother, Clara, came from Norway to work as a governess on a cattle station. I was an only child. In some ways I felt like I didn't belong. I have coloured skin and blue eyes. My mother taught me at home. I felt different from the aboriginal children I played with but I was very happy from what I can remember."

"So how do you feel about animals?" said the Doctor.

"I've always loved animals. I think I have an affinity with them, sometimes moreso than with people. When I was a child my father would take me on his trips in the National Park. There were crocodiles, camels, snakes. You name it, I saw it. Julia my sheep dog was my best friend. When I was 12 my parents sent me to boarding school in Sydney which was something every kid from the outback has to do. During the first two weeks I was gone, Julia ate some rat poison. My father found her drowned in the Bay of Goat as she went searching for water. It was like losing my best friend and I felt guilty that I hadn't been there to save her. I never had another pet after that."

"So can you tell me when you first became aware that you were uncomfortable in enclosed spaces?"

"I was always scared of small spaces and my first memory of this is when I got lost in a cave when I was only a kid. Then I moved to boarding school and our rooms were tiny and cramped. I hated them. My fear just seemed to get worse over time. When I left school I joined the Navy because I've always been drawn to water which was kind of strange for a boy from the desert. I volunteered to work on submarines because I thought it might finally cure me of my phobia. But that didn't really work either."

"What about your health, how is that?"

"Well, I've always suffered on and off from pains in my legs and arms. Sometimes, if I get stressed I limp. The pain doesn't stop me working as its only bad at night. I don't sleep well and I have recurring nightmares, mainly about water. They say what you love the most is also what can cause you the most fear. So I guess it's true in my case. I've gone through loads of medical tests over the years but they have never been able to diagnose what's wrong. I think my last specialist thought I was 'nuts' - which I am kind of wondering about myself after all this.

Doctor Harlowe smiled and said, "David, you told me in your first session that you were single and divorced. Can you tell me some more about why your marriage ended?"

"Well, when I was 21, I was on duty in the Pacific and I met a beautiful girl called Tasha. Here look Doc, see this heart shaped tattoo on my left shoulder? I got that done the day after I met her. We got married within 3 weeks of meeting. We moved back to Sydney and within a year we had a baby....Simon. I had everything I ever wanted. ... yet ....I could never shake the depression, the pain in my limbs or the terrifying nightmares. It affected my life and my family. My wife left me when Simon was 2 and she took him to Ireland of all places. Since my marriage broke up I just have never been able to find the right girl. Maybe it's just not meant to be."

"David, thanks for that, it all helps", said the Doctor. "I am feeling very positive, very positive indeed. I believe we are close to finding the answers we need to overcome your phobias, explain your health problems and allow you to live whole again. However, while you may need a few more regression sessions, I also think it's important for you have a break. It's been harrowing and it will do you a measure of good just to relax and catch up on your sleep".

David nodded in agreement, still overwhelmed by what he had just witnessed. His mind was overflowing with thoughts about how his past lives and current life collide. Finally, after all these weeks, he could see how the therapy may indeed be able to throw some light on his current problems. However, while he was relieved, he was still a little nervous about where the next stage of the treatment would take him.

Dr Harlowe continued, "When we resume our sessions, I would like to take you back to the First Century AD if we can. The signs are all there David and all we need to do is find the missing piece or pieces which will solve the puzzle once and for all. I am extremely confident we can do that David. Extremely confident."

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David is going to take a break from his PLR therapy for about 10 days to enable him to rest, get a haircut and more than likely finish the rest of his rum supply. Who knows what's in store for him. David's journey will continue with his 12th session scheduled for the 12th August at Soul Merlin's Flowers and Scorpions in England, United Kingdom. Something tells me David has seen NOTHING yet.....

If you would like to contribute to the story and join in David's journey, look for the clues and please email Lilly lillyslife@gmail.com or Vikki redchair@cox.net

Drawings - in the spirit of creative fun and having 'a go' which is what this project is encouraging us all to do, I thought I would draw and yes Tulip, I know Dr Harlowe has big hands but he also apparently has .....a big brain...too much fun!!

Past Lives - Part 3

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Past Lives is a collaborative writing project for bloggers. The story starts with a fictional Australian character called David who goes through Past Life Regression (PLR) therapy to try and resolve his phobias. Join us as we follow David’s past life journey through different times and continents via clever and creative stories written by people across the world. Who knows if it will ever end?

For new readers, please read Part 1 and Part 2 of David's journey (please note that you will be travelling to different blogs throughout the series. If you would like to contribute and join in the fun, please email lillyslife@gmail.com ) .
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"I scream! I scream! I scream! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

As Sassy passed from her short life of untold suffering, she already knew that she had much to learn before she would be allowed to ascend. And with that she knew that she could be dropped back into the swirling spiral. At any time. At any place.
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David began his second PLR session feeling relaxed and positive. This time round he quickly succumbed to hypnosis with all thoughts of Sassy gone.

Dr Harlowe asked him, "Where are you right now, can you describe it for me. Just tell me your first impression. If things are vague, move over for a closer look."

David moved slightly in his chair and his voice visibly changed. He spoke in a softer, higher pitched tone and he smiled.

"I am sitting in a sauna in a bath house and am about to have a massage and a perfumed body wrap. There are many other women nearby in the sauna and cold pool and there is much laughter and chatting. I look forward to coming here every day."

Dr Harlowe quietly said, “What is your name and can you describe yourself and your life? If you haven’t yet noticed anyone else there, look around for other people.”

"My name is Julia. I am 20 and 4 and half feet tall. I am wearing a long white gown and beautiful gold jewellery with precious stones. I am married to Notholo. He is a 5 ft and 38 years old. He owns the town’s largest brothel and many bars. I despise him for his cruelty. He is as older than my father and I secretly hope he dies soon as most men here never live much past 40.

I live in a town full of Greeks, Etruscans and Africans. Half of the 20,000 people in the town are children and about 12,000 people are slaves.

I am proud of my family's success as my father, Cauis Polybus, is a descendant of a slave, and is now a successful and prominent merchant. My husband and I live with my father and mother Flavia, in a beautiful villa which takes up the entire block. Our home has an elegant courtyard garden with many frescoes of plants and flowers. My father is the envy of all his peers because he has the biggest collection of erotic art in the whole town and beyond.

We live by the sun and wake early. By 5.30am my mother and I and our slaves are in the kitchen preparing honey doughnuts and our favorite dish, garum, a sauce made with marinated fish. By 6.30am everyone is at work. Shops are open, markets are ready and farmers are in the fields.

Around 8.00am each day I go out in the crowded streets and on to the markets to look at the latest wares the merchants have bought. I stop to talk with others. My husband attends to his businesses and spends a great deal of his time at his brothel which is a haven for visiting sailors and the wealthy. I try to avoid this area and do not want to know my husband’s business or who is coming or going. I sometimes see his slave girls, mainly beautiful Greeks, in the baths.

Often in the middle of the day rich noblemen offer the town an exhibition of gladiators and so we go to the amphitheatre. We have a gladiator school here and we hold our courageous gladiators in high regard. I have become very close to one gladiator called Thrax who is favoured by all the girls and is now my lover. He is African. Tall with black silky skin. He noticed me in the marketplace and started to follow me everywhere. Thrax no longer fights and is now a trainer in the gladiatorial school and sometimes is a guard for my father and other wealthy noblemen.

In the early afternoon I usually go to the thermal baths. My favourite time of day. A short time before sunset, I sit down with my parents to have a dinner of olives, eggs, fish, meat and cakes. We go to bed early when darkness comes”.

“Can you tell me about your last day in this life”, Dr Harlow gently presses.

David becomes troubled and his voice rises and he appears extremely upset and his breathing becomes laboured.

“It’s August 24, 79 AD”, he says hurriedly. “Vesuvius has been rumbling for three days now but today it seems angrier. The earth is shaking lightly beneath my feet. I am going to meet Thrax in his tiny cell in the basement of the Gladiator school. No-one around me seems to care as we are used to earthquakes as they happen often. But I notice the animals are restless, especially the goats in the marketplace. It’s as if they sense something and are trying to warn us.

I am glad to be finally safe in Thrax’s arms. I am now with child but I have not told anyone yet. Around noon a frightening roar makes us jump up and go to the window. The cell only has one tiny window. It is unclear what is happening.

Thrax said, “please don’t worry because everyone knows that Vesuvius is an extinct volcano. I will always protect you”.

"But now I can hear people crying in terror as they rush into the streets. I can hear the shrieks of women, the wailing of infants, and the shouting of men …I am standing on my toes trying to peek out the window but it’s completely black outside. It’s like the whole town is out on the cobbled streets, running. Running away from ..... "

David starts to become anxious and begins to sob uncontrollably.

Through muffled sobs he says,“We are trying to get out of the cell door but part of the building must have collapsed and blocked our way. Thrax uses his strength to try and force the door ajar but it will not open. Then I hear the sound of thunder. It’s the most horrible noise I have ever heard. It sounds as if the earth is splitting in two. I am suddenly conscious of this tiny space and I curl my body into a ball and rock back and forth, crying for my family. I know that I am being punished for my sins and I will never see my family again.

I scream out, "Oh poena. EGO sum sic vix terminus of orbis terrarum est near. Filiolus have fugitivus nos!! "

Thrax holds me tight for what seems like an eternity and I pray. I pray that the Gods have not deserted us. In the darkness, we can hear groans and shrieks of the terrified, noises from the mountain and the sound of roofs collapsing. I fear that the world is ending and that Pompeii and everyone in it is lost forever.

Strong winds howl down the streets, bringing sharp streams of ash, poisonous vapors and an unbearable heat.

Suddenly, I can hear a blood curdling scream and it takes me some time to realise it is coming from my own mouth. Panic takes over. I can’t breathe. I am trapped. I feel like life is being sucked from me. Our safe haven has become a choking prison of hell.

Then.......complete blackness and a deathly silence....is all that remains..."



Given the important headway David is making, his next PLR Session is scheduled for tomorrow. You’ll be travelling to Plainfield, Illinois to read the next stage of David’s journey in Past Lives - Part 4.

Past Lives - Part 1

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I would bet money that at some time or other we have all had the feeling of déjà vu.

You know, that feeling that we've been somewhere before or we've already been someone in an another life or that we've done something before, even if we are doing that 'something' for the first time.

Destiny or fate seems to pull us in different directions throughout our lives, so who is to say that the energy that impacts our life isn't rooted in an existence from another time and place?

The subject of reincarnation has fascinated me, since I discovered what it was all about. Imagine if you had lived various lives, over the span of many years........

I often imagined the lives I may have led and have been keen to take a past life regression journey to find out the details. Past-life regression (also referred to as PLR), according to Uncommonforum.com is when a person, under hypnosis, can journey back to previous lives.

Maybe some of you have already made this journey.

Maybe some of you are game enough to experience someone else's journey.

Why don't you join the extremely talented Vikki (Redchair Gallery) and I in a meme which will follow the RPL journey of a fictional character called David. David's past life stories will be told by different bloggers in different countries over different life times.

Here is the start of David's story.

My name is David Taylor. I am a single, 35 year old who lives in Sydney, Australia. Since early childhood I've had a tendency to panic whenever my arms and legs are confined or I've had to squeeze into a tight place. I have no idea why this is so. This claustrophobic reaction has made me feel introverted and has affected my life. I joined the Navy when I left school and to help overcome my fears I volunteered for submarine duty. I made some progress with my phobia but it was not enough to solve my problem which seems to be getting worse. I had to transfer to desk duties. A job I detest.

I had heard from many people that phobias often originate in past lives, from some unresolved but forgotten trauma. A friend of mine suggested that I should go back in time, using Past Life Regression, and uncover the original cause of my fears.

While I was on the fence between being skeptical and being a believer, I was open minded enough to explore the possibilities. In fact, I was ready to try anything. However, until I had regression under hypnosis, and experienced these memories first hand, only then, did I believe 100% in the existence of past lives.

I researched the subject extensively and finally went to see the renowned Dr Maurice Harlowe, an international authority in PLR techniques. Through a deep state of hypnosis I was regressed back to childhood, then beyond, and I described what were presumed to be my memories of past lives. Many past lives.

The doctor conducted the sessions with a video running because I wanted to know exactly what I remembered while under hypnosis. I have never been more horrified yet fascinated at the same time.

In my first session I found myself hovering over a disturbing scene. I realised with horror the person involved was me. With morbid attachment I watched my final days in......for the next part of David's story please go to California and visit the Red Chair Gallery.

Note to Readers: David's PLR story is purely fictional. If there are any bloggers in any part of the world who would like to participate in David's story by writing about a 'past life' in a time, place and country you are familiar with, please contact Vikki at redchair@cox.net or Lilly at lillyslife@gmail.com