Mindwalking. Nancy Eubel

it is a bad situation. I drop my flag and pick up a rifle with a bayonet on it and start hand-to-hand fighting with the enemy soldiers. I am stabbed in the abdominal area with a long knife and lose consciousness. The next image I have is looking up into the face of an army doctor and an orderly as I am being bandaged. I am carried outside the hospital tent and laid down on a blanket. It is very muddy around me, and I roll over and see a pile of human bodies, all dead soldiers. I am horrified to see my best friend among them, and my grief is incredible. (I revisited this scene several times during the regression and was in tears on each occasion.)

      I am disgusted with the killing, carnage, and the military, in general. I leave the army. I board a large river boat and head upstream, finally arriving at a sizeable town. It is very early in the morning as I walk ashore, and at this point a tremendous earthquake strikes. I run to a small ridge and watch the destruction take place. A man with a foreign accent runs up to me and grabs my arm, pulling me along with him, telling me that we must help. We clear some of the debris away with the help of others, then go to his store and start cleaning it. He offers me a job on the spot, and I accept. He calls me “boy.”

      He buys furs and trades goods with the trappers. I make friends with three of them—two are white and the other is a Native American. I want to go West with them, but the storekeeper refuses to let me go at first. Finally when I am eighteen or nineteen, with the blessing of the storekeeper, I leave with them in two large canoes.

      Then I see myself alone, paddling a canoe loaded with furs through a narrow canyon. The canyon gradually widens out into a valley with tall trees along the river and mountains in the distance. Soon I see a Native American village on my left, and I turn in toward it. It is home. I get stuck on a sand bar, and several men and women (Native Americans) wade out to free me and to drag the canoe to the shore. Once there, the young men unload the bundles of furs. My mate (my current wife, Samantha, although there is no physical resemblance) feeds me and listens to my adventures. There are some children about, but none are ours.

      Sometime after that, my mate and I are walking along a high mountain pass. We are leading our horses and stop to admire the view, which is really spectacular. This is a special moment. The peace and feelings of love for one another and for nature is incredible. I see an eagle soaring toward us and remark that to fly like an eagle must be a special thing. My mate removes some eagle feathers from her dress and gives them to me, and behold, I become an eagle and am soaring down the canyon. Soon I return to my mate. She is a “shape-changer.” The good feelings I have are indescribable.

      Later, while walking side-by-side, possibly hunting, my faithful old rifle discharges accidentally and kills my mate. My grief is overwhelming. (I revisited this sequence also, and the grief was again instantaneous.) We are far from the village so I cremate her body. The villagers are incensed and ban me from their lands forever. There is obviously much more to my mate’s accidental death than I am aware of. I don’t really understand the Native Americans’ sudden hostility.

      Next, I am beaching a canoe and am attacked by a brave from our village. He runs a spear through me. He cuts off my left ear, then my special pouch, and stabs me again, killing me. Following my death, I arrive as a shapeless entity in an area of light blue coloring, and I become part of the color. It is here that the spirit goes for comfort and healing. It is very soothing and calming.

      The regressionist asked if there is anything I would like to leave behind or eliminate from my mind. I suggested that the ill feelings I had toward several people should be left behind—the hatred toward my parents for abandoning me, the “surrogate parents” with whom I was left, the initial group of Native Americans, the army, the enemy soldiers, and, in fact, nearly everyone with whom I had contact. She guided me to concentrate this hatred into one spot in my body, and I selected my head. She and I next “channeled” this element out of my body by using a breathing technique, which was similar to hyperventilating one’s self. The process was, then, complete.

      Dean also wrote in his notes that when not reliving his past existence during this session, he was drifting around in a “soup” of atomic matter and the sights were unlike anything he had heretofore experienced. The shapes were incredible! Other times he felt as though he were soaring above a layer of clouds. He could climb and dive. Once he even rolled, inverted, and remained so for quite a while. That was what he was doing as the regressionist was asking him to descend into a human body form, and it occurred immediately prior to finding himself in the canyon with the canoe. He actually sensed that he was floating above the stream for quite a while prior to “landing” on a small gravel beach that had a cave containing his canoe.

      When I asked Dean about the significance of this regression and if he had gained any benefits from it, he told me that prior to the regression he had an ever-present, foreboding fear of dying. That disappeared. He also recognized three important people in this life who had played similar roles in that one—his wife Samantha, his older brother, and his best friend—and their personality traits were similar to the ones in the pioneer life. As a result, he expects to meet this cast of characters again.

       Remembering a Happy Past-Life Regression

      Revisiting a happy past-life will set the stage for the deeper work you will be doing during the regressions in the other chapters. This regression contains the elements of creating a safe place and meeting your Higher Self. It will allow you to experience how easy it is to go back in time and remember a past-life.

       Happy Past-Life Regression Script

      While you are comfortably seated or lying down . . . take a moment to breathe deeply and slowly . . . and as you exhale, you find that your eyes automatically close . . . and you just settle in . . . as your body unwinds . . . Slowly and gently breathing in and breathing out . . . Allow yourself to be in this place of easy relaxation for awhile . . . sinking deeper and deeper . . . down into that in-between place . . . that place of letting go . . . no longer awake . . . yet not asleep . . . a peaceful place . . . pause for several minutes.

      Bring to mind your safe place . . . that special space you created just for yourself where you are totally safe and protected . . . When you bring it to mind, you find yourself instantly there . . . Look around and identify a comfortable spot to sit down . . . then sit down and enjoy this place for a moment.

      Now it is time to meet your Higher Self . . . that part of you that has always been aware of its connection to the Divine . . . Just by your asking, your Higher Self will make its presence known, although it is always with you, looking out for your highest benefit . . . Ask your Higher Self to join you now in your safe place . . . You may see it in a human-body form or as a being of light . . . or you may have a sense that it is there with you . . . You may even identify its presence by a special scent . . . Even if you do not have a direct experience of your Higher Self, it does not matter . . . Because you have requested it, it is actively there to assist you as you explore your past-lives as a catalyst for positive change in your current life . . . Acknowledge its presence . . . If it has appeared in human form, invite it to sit down next to you . . . However it has chosen to make itself known to you, take a few minutes to experience your Higher Self fully.

      When you are ready to continue, set your intention to visit and re-experience, in some way, one of your past-lives in which you had a very happy and fulfilling life . . . one in which you lived your soul’s purpose and reached your full potential for that life . . . Then ask your Higher Self to guide you back in time . . . In response, your Higher Self touches you on your third eye in the middle of your forehead just above the eyebrows . . . Instantaneously you and your Higher Self are standing on a path leading underneath a beautiful archway of trees . . . This is the path that leads back in time . . . The trees are surrounded by colorful flowers, plants, and bushes so that it almost looks like you have stepped into a botanical garden . . . Open all your senses to this beauty around you . . . As you prepare to start walking down the path, once again bring to mind your intention to re-experience a happy past-life in which you felt loved and that brought you great joy . . .

      Now, with your Higher Self by