I think to be begin with I’ll say that everything I saw was blurry and the things were more clearer to me through feelings, temperature change, and smells. I first was guided to an old weathered bridge where I saw an old nun (Gretchen, maybe?) waiting for me with an open hand. Then the regressionist told me to look down into the water from the bridge…
The water was nothing more than mist but slowly I was drawn in and presented with an image of grand old woods rich with the smell of earth and sunlight. I was clad in starch black robes, a nun’s habit, and a large plain cross around my neck. My shoes… I couldn’t really see them but I knew they were black and comfortable unlike a dress shoe.
I was about 45 years old and I tended the gardens. I also apparently could read Latin and I also cared for the orphaned (or abandoned?) children. At one point I remember going into a small stone church and seeing a peasant farmer praying by the altar. He had just came from the fields because he smelled of dirt and sweat. This man wore a worn tunic with a pair of muddy pants… He had no shoes and his feet looked painful (I felt like I wanted to tend to his feet or at least wrap them). Then I walked on after nodding in acknowledgement to him. I could hear the sound of a child crying and remember seeing a little girl crying in the corner of the stone hallway and thinking: “Oh, this must be a new one, poor little thing”.
Then the regressionist asked me to go to my final day on earth in this life and I remember feeling very cold and my bones were painful (arthritis ?). I also couldn’t see anymore to read but I could still sing. I would sing while I worked in the gardens and to children who couldn’t sleep. I was about 65ish when I died. I remember seeing about 4 or 5 children around my bed in a small room and I think they were either my children (which died earlier since I entered the nunnery later in life due to tragic circumstances where I lost all of my family and estate) or the children from the orphanage that I loved and took care of. I recognized the faces of two of my sons, one of them had the face of a classmate I had in elementary school (Justin) and the other was bizarrely Zac Efron (I saw him & thought WTF?! or at least my mind in this century did). Then I remember finally feeling warm, happy, and content… I was actually crying when I felt that calmness wash over me… I must have died peacefully.
And this concludes my first ever experience of a Past Life Regression. I’m hoping to add more information about this past life at a later time, which would include what the regressionist saw and understood about that time in history, but I think this is a good start. =:)
