Meditations on Past Life Regression by Zane Wheeler
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Zane Wheeler is a certified Alchemical Hypnotherapist with a thriving practice in Santa Rosa, California and is co-founder of the California Guild of Alchemists
When working with past life journeys, one must not ask if it was real; we must ask if it was relevant, or, did it precipitate a sense of healing? The point of past life regression is not necessarily to document or chronicle history (although that is possible), but to work toward a sense of relief as the memory relates to the current context of our existence. |
You will see in the following story that this character might not have been my actual past life, as is often the case with recollections of having been famous people, but simply a metaphor presented by my subconscious to most efficiently facilitate the repair of a damaged aspect of my life. Whether this past life is really mine or a borrowed metaphor, it is a true story.
When utilizing the Alchemical Hypnosis method, the client (which was my role in this case) identifies a presenting problem to the therapist. The point is to have a tangible mission for the session; an important personal goal upon which the Higher Self or the subconscious of the client can base decisions. My presenting problem was an aversion to speaking in front of crowds. No matter the size, whether 3 or 300, I remember always being inexplicably terrified of speaking in front of people.
During the trance induction, my subconscious was prompted to visit a memory that was directly related to my fear of public speaking. Alchemical Past Life Regression Therapy takes the client back to the past to retrieve a part of them that was once lost due to betrayal, murder or some other significant trauma. This technology safely guides clients through to the transformation of this memory, where instant healing can be achieved.
My boat docked along the shores of the river of time; I disembarked and stood in my new body. As I looked around in a Mediterranean environment, I glanced down and noticed leather sandals, a white toga and the scraggly hairs of an unkempt white beard. Very curious. Beginning to move about, I noticed my lumbering gate.
My Higher Self (who always guides the client through past life journeys in Alchemical Hypnosis) was then prompted to take me to the next significant memory from this yet unnamed person's life. Instantly, I appeared in front of a small band of what looked to be young boys. My surroundings gave off a distinctly Grecian feel, typical Ionic pillars, lush sub-tropical foliage, marble and intricate pottery. It was a scene of such fetching beauty that, for a brief moment, I was unreachably enchanted.
That moment seemed to last an eternity; I was ensconced in a sentiment unlike any I had ever felt. It was as though I was enraptured in the feeling of finally being 'home'; a home of someone completely apart from myself, but through whose eyes I gazed. I was amazed to be experiencing such a depth of emotion and felt a tear caress my cheek as I laid under hypnosis, feeling utterly blessed to be alive in this moment.
I was quickly pulled out of my moment when I heard, out of my own mouth, the strangely fluid syllables of the Athenian dialect of Ancient Greek. As soon as the words left my mouth in the memory I remember recognizing instantly that I was lecturing these young boys on the intricacies of the solar system. I knew at that moment that I was the esteemed scholar and philosopher Socrates. What an amazing realization!
I observed Socrates' life from within his perception, pausing and living only the most poignant instances in the stream of his conscious memory. As we moved through time, we landed, finally, on the court scene. This was the memory directly connected to my phobia. We learned from the Arbiter that Socrates was brought up on charges of Impiety and Corrupting the Youth, as his rather progressive views were regarded as threatening to the very conservative ideals of the Athenian assembly. He was declared guilty and given an extremely difficult sentence - a choice of punishment: voluntary exile from the city-state he loved dearly, the place he called home, or death by suicide through consumption of the brutal poison Hemlock.
Socrates, being incredibly faithful and loyal to his identity as an Athenian, chose death before exile in what seemed to be a rather simple decision. I, as Socrates, drank the Hemlock and felt the awful, burning sensation as it descended into my stomach with the fury of a thousand fires. I felt all my perception leave my limp body, strewn lifeless in front of all the onlookers and ascended out of the courtroom. I then came before the council of guides on the infinite Causal Plane from which all creation generates. My Higher Self, who was in attendance let me express my anger at being silenced in such an awful way, to which I was answered with a question from the Alchemical Hypnotherapist conducting the session in the outer world. She asked, "How would you want to live this life if you had another chance?"
I answered by first ripping the burning resonance of the Hemlock out of my throat. To my astonishment, this action immediately relieved a deep-seated chronic pain that I carried with me in my neck all through my current life up to that point. With the fervor of having received such a miraculous healing I jumped back into his body, moments before the sentence was handed down, and with the silver-tongued wit and intellect that Socrates was famous for, I watched as he swayed the jury to stand in his favor, all with the powerful influence of pure reason.
It was a beautiful sensation, finally being vindicated and winning the court over by appealing to them honestly and peacefully. I watched as I was prompted by the therapist, through direct hypnotic suggestion, to see the final, happy years of the graceful, dignified Socrates' life unfold before me. He died happily in his bed at a ripe old age, surrounded by his loving family and friends; venerated and celebrated by his beloved Athens.
Again, a tear crossed my cheek as through the ages this new, powerful memory affected my life. I felt a freedom in my throat, a confidence brewing in my voice. I no longer had to live with the pain of having died speaking my truth. I was not afraid to speak any longer - the plague of anxious ineptitude had at once lifted and I had been saved!
As the session ended, a lovely gift was bequeathed unto me by Socrates' dear friend and pupil, Plato. He gave me a copy of his text "Crito" which was an account of the last days of Socrates, including an accurate account of the trial. Only this copy was different. This copy contained the new outcome: Socrates' triumphant defeat of the charges against him by use of his melodious reason projected from his confident, incisive speaking voice.
Appropriately, the gift was recommended to be placed in the area of my throat as a constant reminder to speak my truth no matter who may be listening.
I returned from this session with an amazing zeal and indomitable confidence in my voice.
Zane Wheeler CCHT
goldenroadalchemy.com
When utilizing the Alchemical Hypnosis method, the client (which was my role in this case) identifies a presenting problem to the therapist. The point is to have a tangible mission for the session; an important personal goal upon which the Higher Self or the subconscious of the client can base decisions. My presenting problem was an aversion to speaking in front of crowds. No matter the size, whether 3 or 300, I remember always being inexplicably terrified of speaking in front of people.
During the trance induction, my subconscious was prompted to visit a memory that was directly related to my fear of public speaking. Alchemical Past Life Regression Therapy takes the client back to the past to retrieve a part of them that was once lost due to betrayal, murder or some other significant trauma. This technology safely guides clients through to the transformation of this memory, where instant healing can be achieved.
My boat docked along the shores of the river of time; I disembarked and stood in my new body. As I looked around in a Mediterranean environment, I glanced down and noticed leather sandals, a white toga and the scraggly hairs of an unkempt white beard. Very curious. Beginning to move about, I noticed my lumbering gate.
My Higher Self (who always guides the client through past life journeys in Alchemical Hypnosis) was then prompted to take me to the next significant memory from this yet unnamed person's life. Instantly, I appeared in front of a small band of what looked to be young boys. My surroundings gave off a distinctly Grecian feel, typical Ionic pillars, lush sub-tropical foliage, marble and intricate pottery. It was a scene of such fetching beauty that, for a brief moment, I was unreachably enchanted.
That moment seemed to last an eternity; I was ensconced in a sentiment unlike any I had ever felt. It was as though I was enraptured in the feeling of finally being 'home'; a home of someone completely apart from myself, but through whose eyes I gazed. I was amazed to be experiencing such a depth of emotion and felt a tear caress my cheek as I laid under hypnosis, feeling utterly blessed to be alive in this moment.
I was quickly pulled out of my moment when I heard, out of my own mouth, the strangely fluid syllables of the Athenian dialect of Ancient Greek. As soon as the words left my mouth in the memory I remember recognizing instantly that I was lecturing these young boys on the intricacies of the solar system. I knew at that moment that I was the esteemed scholar and philosopher Socrates. What an amazing realization!
I observed Socrates' life from within his perception, pausing and living only the most poignant instances in the stream of his conscious memory. As we moved through time, we landed, finally, on the court scene. This was the memory directly connected to my phobia. We learned from the Arbiter that Socrates was brought up on charges of Impiety and Corrupting the Youth, as his rather progressive views were regarded as threatening to the very conservative ideals of the Athenian assembly. He was declared guilty and given an extremely difficult sentence - a choice of punishment: voluntary exile from the city-state he loved dearly, the place he called home, or death by suicide through consumption of the brutal poison Hemlock.
Socrates, being incredibly faithful and loyal to his identity as an Athenian, chose death before exile in what seemed to be a rather simple decision. I, as Socrates, drank the Hemlock and felt the awful, burning sensation as it descended into my stomach with the fury of a thousand fires. I felt all my perception leave my limp body, strewn lifeless in front of all the onlookers and ascended out of the courtroom. I then came before the council of guides on the infinite Causal Plane from which all creation generates. My Higher Self, who was in attendance let me express my anger at being silenced in such an awful way, to which I was answered with a question from the Alchemical Hypnotherapist conducting the session in the outer world. She asked, "How would you want to live this life if you had another chance?"
I answered by first ripping the burning resonance of the Hemlock out of my throat. To my astonishment, this action immediately relieved a deep-seated chronic pain that I carried with me in my neck all through my current life up to that point. With the fervor of having received such a miraculous healing I jumped back into his body, moments before the sentence was handed down, and with the silver-tongued wit and intellect that Socrates was famous for, I watched as he swayed the jury to stand in his favor, all with the powerful influence of pure reason.
It was a beautiful sensation, finally being vindicated and winning the court over by appealing to them honestly and peacefully. I watched as I was prompted by the therapist, through direct hypnotic suggestion, to see the final, happy years of the graceful, dignified Socrates' life unfold before me. He died happily in his bed at a ripe old age, surrounded by his loving family and friends; venerated and celebrated by his beloved Athens.
Again, a tear crossed my cheek as through the ages this new, powerful memory affected my life. I felt a freedom in my throat, a confidence brewing in my voice. I no longer had to live with the pain of having died speaking my truth. I was not afraid to speak any longer - the plague of anxious ineptitude had at once lifted and I had been saved!
As the session ended, a lovely gift was bequeathed unto me by Socrates' dear friend and pupil, Plato. He gave me a copy of his text "Crito" which was an account of the last days of Socrates, including an accurate account of the trial. Only this copy was different. This copy contained the new outcome: Socrates' triumphant defeat of the charges against him by use of his melodious reason projected from his confident, incisive speaking voice.
Appropriately, the gift was recommended to be placed in the area of my throat as a constant reminder to speak my truth no matter who may be listening.
I returned from this session with an amazing zeal and indomitable confidence in my voice.
Zane Wheeler CCHT
goldenroadalchemy.com
