PAST LIVES REVISITED

REGRESSION THERAPY TO KNOW AND HEAL YOURSELF

Synopsis

This book is a remarkable collection of over two-hundred authentic case studies over forty years of the author's past lives which provide surprising insights of life in different societies and times gone by, and alien lives on other planets.

It is an uplifting and inspiring story of triumph over adversity, of self-determination to heal hidden, unconscious, past life traumas and grief, and move on with one's life. It is a message of hope that illness can be overcome with the right guidance, and that there is life after death.

One should never despair and never, never, give up.

INTRODUCTION

Understanding Past Lives

Chapter 1

5-7

Extra Terrestrial

Chapter 2

7-13

Ancient Egypt

Seti I [d 1279 BC]

Aisha-Ramesses II [1304-1214 BC]

Khufu [c 2570 BC]

Hatshepsut [1507-1458 BC]

Pre-Dynastic Egypt - Before 5000 BC

Chapter 3

13-33

Tutankhamun [r.1347-1337 BC] Ankhesenamun

Smenkhare [r.1351-1348 BC]

King Tutankhamun - A Murder Plot 

The Last Day - A Slow and Painful Death

A Desert Funeral - An Uncertain Future - Life Without Tutankhamun

Married to Ay - Death of Ay

King Horemheb [1333-1305 BC]

Another Wedding

A Pain that Never Dies

Chapter 4

33-39

Akhenaten [r.1353-1336 BC]

Nefertiti [c.1370-c.1330 BC]

Horemheb Speaks: The Truth

Rebellion - Famine - Plague

Death of Nefertiti

Death of Akhenaten 

A Regency: Ay

Chapter 5

39-45

Roman Egypt 

Scenes of Egyptian Life

Thebes: A Love Story - A Crisis

Roman Invasion and Surrender

Conclusion

Visions of Egypt - Marc Anthony [83 BC - 30 BC]

Octavian [63 BC - 14 AD]

Cleopatra [69 BC - 30 BC]

Marc Anthony's Death [30 BC]

Chapter 6

45-53

Imperial Rome

Claudius [AD 41-54 AD]

Octavian [63 BC-August 14 AD]

Rome: Civil War [31 BC]

Julius Caesar [July 100 - March 44 BC]

Roman Battles

Battle of Teutoburg Forest [AD 9]

Chapter 7

53-59

Palestine - Central America [1200 BC]

Persia [Ancient Iran] 

Anatolia [Southern Turkey]

Ancient Greece - Africa and India

Chapter 8

59-63

Middle Ages

Erasmus Da Rotterdam [1466-1536] 

Richard the Lionheart  [1157-1199]

Chapter 9

63-67

Lives in the Monastery

Chapter 10

67-71

13th Century China

The Great Wall - The Mongols Are Coming

In the Thick of Battle

On the Attack - A Snapshot

Chapter 11

71-77

Ancient Japan

Life at the Top

Samurai - A Pointless War

First Samurai - A Life of Self Denial

Second Samurai - A Powerful Man

Chapter 12

77-85

Revolutionary France [1789-99]

A Blood Relative of Louis XVI

An Execution - Death by Guillotine

Jean Pierre [Napoleon's Army]

Waterloo [1815] The Aftermath

A Life Story - Death on the Battlefield

A 19th Century Beau

A French Soldier-Waterloo-Another Death

Chapter 13

85-87

Wild Bill [Bill Hickok] [1837-76]

Regrets - Watching Over Me

Stuck by Me - A Lasting Presence

Chapter 14

87-107

Native American Lives 19th Century

Scenes of Indian Life - A Hunt - A Tragic Death - An Assassin - A Family

Wounded Knee [1890]

Black Hills - South Dakota USA

Little Big Horn [1876] An Ominous Sight: Custer

Wounded Knee - Genocide

Sitting Bull [1831-1890]

On the Attack - Custer

White Man's Greed - The Power of Deceit

Through Death Into A Native American Life

Chapter 15

107-134

Tudor England

Catherine Parr [1512-1548] - Henry VIII  [1491-1547]

A Happy Couple - A Good Wife

Elizabeth I [1533-1603] An Unhappy Life?

Henry VIII's True Love

17th Century England

Charles I [r. 1625-1649] An Appearance

18th and 19th Century England

Horatio Nelson [1758-1805] - Battle at Sea

A Galleon White Sails 17/18th Century

Pirates - Battle at Sea

Victorian England

Life in Victorian London

Childhood Memories Now and Past

Charlotte Bronte [1816-1855]

Dreams and Disappointment - A Love which was not Love - Death [1855]

Currer Bell: Fame - Regrets-Death-A Release

The End of All Dreams - Last Moments

Queen Victoria [1819-1901] Princess Alice [1843-1878]

A Palace Reception - A Short Life [1843 - 1878]

George V [1865-1936]-Tsar Nicholas II - In Mourning

Coburg-Gotha

A Most Determined Woman - Alice: Looking Back

A Lasting Bond - Happy Memories - A Summer Evening 

Confessions - JB Happy Again - An Ungrateful Son

Forever Mourning - Victoria and JB -Bertie in Paris

Alice of Hesse [Married 1 July 1862]

Straight from her Heart - Hospital Nurse - A Child's Death - Unhappiness

A Wedding like a Funeral - A Life of Disappointment

Victoria - With an Open Heart

Chapter 16

134-136

Nicholas II of Russia [1868-1918]

A Doomed  Man - A Cruel Death [1917]

Chapter 17

136-140

World War One [1914-18]

On the Attack - A Soldier Somme Battlefield

A Mixed Bag - Shot in the Head

Chapter 18

140-165

Wilfred Owen [1893-1918]

Crying Over the Past - Early Life - Deception - The Last Thought - A Bitter Waste

A Brush with Death - Craiglockhart - Born Again - The Poet Within

The Canal -A Death Experience -Earthbound - Unable to Let Go

The Pain of Disillusionment - A Burning Question- A Bitter Man

A Mother's Love - The Light Tunnel - Visions of Death

The End of Youthful Dreams - The Lion Cubs

Susan Owen: The Pain of It All

A Broken Man - Like a Lamb to Slaughter - A Band of Brothers

Susan Owen: Life without Wilfred

A 'Gay' Question

Images of War - A Spokesman for All Soldiers - Regrets

What Would I Have Been Had I Lived?

Chapter 19

165-188

World War Two [1939-1945]

A German Firing Squad - The Red Army in the Snow

The Katyn Massacre [1946]

Defending Polish Skies - An Orgy of Killings

The Forest Then and Now

A Sad Memory - The Mass Grave

El Alamein North Africa [1942]

A Plane Crash - An Honourable Man: Rommel

RAF Bomber Pilot - Death in the Desert  - The Cemeteries

Montgomery - Airmen

Rommel: A Sudden Death [14 October 1944]

Death in the Desert - Death in the Desert Part II

Battle of Normandy [1944]

A Flashback - An Aviator

US Army-Normandy Landings

A Marine - An All-American Town - Going Home in a Box

A German Teenage Soldier - Berlin

The End of the War - Berlin [1945]

Surrender

Berlin 1944 - HMS Sikh [Tunisia 13 December 1941]

1944 - A Russian and German Soldier - Berlin

The Russians Are Coming

A German Soldier - An Execution- A Pilgrimage to Normandy

Japan

Kamikaze - A Youth Denied

Battle of Midway [1942]

Battle on a Pacific Island - A Brutal Death

Marines - Japanese Soldiers

An Illusion of Peace

Westerbork Transit Camp North-Eastern Netherlands

A Pilgrimage to a Nazi Past

Chapter 20

197-199

The Vietnam War [1955-75]

A Vietnamese Life [1955]

Other Wars

Recent Wars

Chapter 21

199-207

More Lives

Visitors

Various

Diana Princess of Wales [1961-1997] - A Cosmic Vision - A Message for William and Harry

Notes 207

AD INFINITUM

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R E A D  F O R  F R E E                   

1. Another Galaxy

A Revelation

THIS MEDITATION TOOK me by surprise.

   'I recalled a Life on a Planet like Crypton in the film Superman. It  was a surreal landscape, and I was standing on a rock with a man, and we were both dressed in long, velvet tunics of a wonderful shade of blue and we were very, very, tall. That was a very, very long time ago.'

205. Life as an Alien

A Big Surprise. One-hour regression. Another unexpected Past Life

   'I suddenly felt and looked different. I had a small pointed face, large oblong eyes like those of a gazelle, a small pointed nose and thin mouth. I was wearing a black cap on my head which formed a large arch well above the eyes and narrowed down to a point between them. Also, a dress-like top, pleated horizontally with raised shoulders. I looked slim and small, although I was my actual size. I was an Alien, I came from another Galaxy, from another Planet. That was eons ago.'

Ancient Egypt

32.Aisha-Ramesses II [1304-1214 BC]

   'Aisha lived in Egypt - she was me - and I was beautiful and very sought after.  Aisha was not Egyptian, she was half Assyrian, half Mede derivation and a very beautiful woman.  I loved Egypt as my own country for my parents travelled there to live when I was tiny.  There were trading and political duties for my father, and we all integrated well into Egyptian life.  I always thought of myself as Egyptian for I loved my life in these times so much. My family lived at the court in Egypt and my beauty was famed.  The Great King - this was the title of the King - Ramesses II, heard of my beauty and sought me out.  He wooed me and I delighted him. He made me one of his concubines and showered me with gifts.

   My older life was equally happy.

   I then became a minor wife. I bore my king twins and he loved both girls dearly and we all lived in comfort.  I lived happily in that Life and was at peace with myself. I travelled back to the country of my birth several times. I also looked to the past and future and had vivid dreams of future events which I often told others.'

147.Pre-Dynastic Egypt

   'I am in the Desert, the wind blows the sand, a sand storm is approaching like a huge wave of dust sweeping across the Desert, engulfing all it encounters, a white dense mass devouring everything that stands in its way, frightening, the sky disappears, threatening.  I am tall, young and good looking, black liquid eyes, wear a turban and a white tunic, my skin is dark.  I stare into the Desert, the sand is golden, the sky deep blue and all is peace - a caravan of people and camels carrying goods pass me by, there is an oasis with water and palm trees.  

   I am a much older man now, still with a white turban and tunic, sandals. I have a thick, white, moustache, feel sadness in my heart. The people from the east [I see the Desert, but I am actually looking west]  came on us like locusts, hungry and angry. They took our harvests and possessions, and stole our women. We violently clashed with them, with ferocity, many of us died, the desert sand red with blood.  We fought and fought them until we pushed them back, pursuing them back into their lands.

   I see a mud-brick village resplendent in the strong sunlight. We all joined in the fight - young and old - I lost two sons. Will they come again? I am a strong man, but I cry.  I dug a deep hole in the desert sand and placed the bodies of my two sons in it and bade them goodbye.  Ah, the pain of it all! I watched them disappear as I threw the sand into the pit until it was full and there was no trace of it. 

   That was sometime ago, but the pain is still there, their memories alive in me. I am an old man now and look back to the past as I have no future. My wife died years ago, and I am alone. We have been at peace since we fought the Easteners, we beat them so badly, they dared not come back. Our village is thriving, the harvests are good, the Nile plentiful. 

   I spend my days sitting on the riverbank crying, thinking about my sons, and the pain does not go away. I will soon join them and we shall be together again. I am very old. Villagers find me there, carry me home and lay me on the floor, they will bury me in the desert, with some possessions. It is over.'

   What was the last thought? There is a spasm in my solar plexus, rising into my heart. 'I felt regret that my sons died before me, young, they never had a life of their own. I called them out as I gently stepped out of my body. Death was kind to me. I was eager to go and floated up towards a big round Light shrouded in a misty halo, like bright moonlight in the dark-blue sky.' I cry. [13.16]

Imperial Rome

42.Claudius [AD 41-54]

   'I REGRESSED TO a Roman Life. I was wearing sandals, a tunic, a gold crown, and there were buildings and pillars around me, Rome. I went to the Senate and sat on a throne, there was a Roman General next to me, wearing helmet, armour, mantle, and he was looking/speaking to me. I moved forward in time. I was wearing armour. I was 35 years old, tall, slender, good-looking, manly. I saw a beautiful Mediterranean coast, sea merging with the sky, as if seen from above. I had a family, a wife whom I saw, children. The lesson I learnt in that Life was Commitment: to loved ones, to work, to responsibilities, to my goals. My name was Claudius. I was a Roman Emperor.' [24.5.2009] 

Central America

37.Two Lives

A long regression took me back to Central America a long time ago [1200 BC].

    'From the mists of Time emerged a face, then a head, then the whole figure of a man with very good, delicate features, an Indio, slim, tall, naked to the waist.  He was wearing some white pants and a short band-like headdress, keeping his hair back, with very short plumage around it.

A Tribal Leader

   I was that man. I was a tribal leader, a warrior, and a strong man. I was involved with the Olmec tribes. I faced a terrible threat from another tribe, the betrayal of one close family relative who wanted to take control of the group, and the hardest choice to make: what punishment to give him. I meditated to the great Sun God for many hours and eventually made my decision.

   It was my brother who betrayed me. My advisors and priests wanted him to be killed as a traitor. Fortunately, they did not ask for him as sacrifice to the Gods, for one chosen for this purpose was sacred and I could not have fought it. His betrayal was cruel, but for my mother and so I sent them both and his family [but for his family I gave them choice to go or stay as they were not involved] into exile. As it happened, they all went, but one daughter who loved me as a father stayed and became part of my family. With this decision, I rested easy for it was a great crime to cause the death of a close family member in this time and I had been placed in a near impossible position. I made the right choice of how to deal with people who were a danger to me, who used my trust and sense of honour to manipulate me, but as a family I had to work out a solution without killing or sacrifice. I was revered and honoured.'

An Artist and a Shaman

   'In the Life immediately after, I was a designer of complex pictures used in the art of my people - face and body painting in Neolithic times. These marks stated my family and my work as a Shamanic dream-caller. They were all marks of power and more were added as I attained more knowledge. They were seen as beautiful and enhanced me in the eyes of my people. I wove the mysteries and spiritual beliefs in subtle and symbolic form into all my work. I had a long and dedicated Life and was greatly respected by my family and fellow artists.'

Middle Ages

31.Burnt Alive: A Nasty Memory

   'I saw myself on a fire pyre still alive. This Life was a few centuries ago. I refused to give myself to a powerful man, because I loved another and he did not wish me to be with anyone but him. He told lies about me and incited others against me until one day a mob seized me and put me on the pyre. It was unfair and unjustified. It was in Italy, borders area. The man who caused my death went on to take more community control, but those he worked with saw how he manipulated events and people, and he began to be distrusted. My lover was distraught. He left and walked around for seven years scraping a living and then joined a monastery and gained comfort from walking in the garden and seeing the seasons change around him. The man who caused my death ignored his actions for many years, he married and had four children. People gradually started to fear him and he became a more powerful landowner. He was not punished for his crime, there was no evidence against him and he was not blamed. I was the one he blamed for many things. Karma does not always happen immediately. He carried on as he was. That personality type would not have been able to learn this lesson. He realized when it was too late even to admit he was at fault - this was partly his punishment which, at the time, was not great. He was an evil man and his punishment was greater later. No-one liked him. He was greedy and rapacious. He did not find love in marriage, if anything, he became more power-crazed and self-obsessed. In that Life, he could ignore his own actions, but in the Life after he remembered and all he could see was the pyre and feel love and guilt. He became a religious man and punished himself again and again, never forgiving himself. He lived through this for seven years of silence and total suffering.' This, however, was of little comfort to me and did not diminish the feeling of extreme anger which got hold of me for several days' [26.5.99]

Revolutionary France [1789-99]

90.A Blood Relative of Louis XVI

   I REGRESSED TO a Life in 18th century France, at the time of the French Revolution, as an aristocrat born in Paris, living at Versailles at the Court of Louis XVI very close to the King, a blood relative. I was totally unprepared for what was to follow. I stumbled upon something really bad and extraordinarily upsetting. I was sick for weeks.

    'I saw a very tall athletic man by profile, with a black mark around his neck, attractive, long, wavy, chestnut-brown hair, moustache and small beard, large piercing eyes, long face, strong manly features. He reminded me of Charles II of England. He was wearing a hat, collar, cape, knee-long boots and sword, was in his late 30s early 40s and was surrounded by a light shadow. There was a large hall, full of light, the King's Hall, other people, and a huge archway flooded with light. I then saw him dressed in expensive black clothes and black shoes, travelling through the countryside in a carriage drawn by two horses. There is a building, rectangular in shape, dark inside, with steps of stone going into a basement. He was a proud man, brought up to be proud, a good man on the wrong side of the fence. Did he agree with the King's policies? I felt his pride as he stood up, very erect, to say that he totally supported the King and wanted things to stay as they were. He felt great rage the way things turned out. Was there until the end and did not try to flee, defiant to the end. Maybe regretted not leaving Paris with the King, it should have been organized better.

   He had a French wife, very young and beautiful, half his age, richly dressed. white powdery wig and white skin, beautiful peach-like complexion, who loved her husband. She paid her price for her beliefs, she believed in the monarchy and lived at Court with her husband. She knew things were not right outside the Palace: inequality, and, strangely, she said 'it was good it happened' and that 'it had to happen.' She was aware of the situation more than he was. They both went to the guillotine.' I always had a need to clear my throat since I was a teenager and could not wear tight necklaces [chokers]. Now I know why. For over two weeks I was very upset with great rage and maddening fury, but decided to try again and suffer this intensely traumatic experience. [`16.6.14]

91.An Execution - Death by Guillotine

   'Immediately I went stright into that Life and saw that aristocrat wearing a flowing white blouse, black trousers and shoes with buckles, and a dark-red scarf around his waist, in what looked like a cell full of light, but with a small window set deep into a thick wall and a desk under it, a Monsignor dressed in black with a small cape on his shoulders, a high-ranking prelate, talking to the aristocrat before the execution. I saw the man when he was a teenager, with large expressive eyes and beautiful face. I saw him travelling with others on the wooden cart, his hands tied behind his back, his feelings in turmoil, going through crowded streets, the populace shouting insults and menacing, a terrible sight!

   I felt his disdain. I caught a glimpse of Marie Antoinette and the King. I saw a large crowded square and a wooden scaffold, wooden steps leading up to a block and the tall sinister shape of the guillotine.

   Oh, what a sight!

   I felt his feelings, several times felt a great urge from very deep inside, rushing up from the solar plexus with great force through the chest, neck and top of the head, but it was so overpowering that I could not release it. I tried again and again without success. I felt the full impact of those feelings and was shattered, thought my chest would explode, felt very sick and nearly threw up.

   'I went up the scaffold and tried again and again to catch the last thought before death, but it eluded me. I decided to go to the death scene and saw myself as this man kneeling down on the wooden block, still covered with blood from the previous execution, and placing my head on it, but still could not get the last thought. The blade went down and the head rolled down into the basket - the headless body collapsing on the other side, blood spurting out like a fountain.'

   What a sickening sight!  And the cheering crowds!'

   I was overwhelmed by a wave of compassion and great, great, maddening anger that it nearly knocked me off.

   'There was a black, blank space - Death.'

   Did the Soul go into the Light? I could not find out and could not continue. Extreme emotions and sickness  took hold of me for wheeks. I could not forget what I had seen.

THE END

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Many years ago, I was receiving healing from an excellent medium who told me she believed that cancer was caused by an accumulation of un-shed tears in the patient's emotional system.  We all know the psychological and physical benefits of crying when we are upset or stressed out. Suppressing emotions is a major cause of illness and that is why regression therapy is such a powerful tool in releasing unconscious ones. During these regressions, I cried buckets and released many unsuspected emotions which were festering inside me and were destroying me. A real catharsis. My friend's remark struck me, at the time and even now, as a very profound and enlightened one,  an undisputable Truth. 

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