Past Life Regression to Lifetime in Greece

The Regression

In a regression a person is taken back through hypnosis to explore to significant events in the past. The first scene is usually an introduction to that time period; where you are, who you are, what you look like and this is what’s happening. Then you move forward to a key event, and then you move forward again to the death in that life. Finally you move into the after life to find out what lessons you were supposed to learn from seeing this.

After my regression in Las Vegas with Dr. Brian Weiss, I wrote it all out and emailed it to my lover, who I was married to in my past life. We were both very interested in exploring past lives and were fascinated to find out where we had known each other before.

It was Greece. It seemed much earlier, and the city seemed much smaller, than what was depicted in the recent movie 300.

I was a woman and I was always alone. Always… he was always gone. When he was in the city he was training. He lived with the other soldiers, not with me. I lived with some very old man that was not my father, but more like my chaperone or guardian. I got the sense that he was my husband’s grandfather, like it was his house. And in a sense, he was to watch over me, but since I belonged to my husband I had to take care of his grandfather as well.

My husband didn’t like me very much AT ALL. I was assigned to him. I only served one purpose to him and that was to have children. And I didn’t. For years. So I was no good to him. He felt humiliated and embarrassed by the fact that I had no children, no sons. In his opinion, obviously there was something physically wrong with me, and that meant I must somehow be weak. So that disgusted him.

Spartans discard weak babies at birth, why not do the same with a wife that doesn’t fulfill her purpose?

My first memory was that I was wandering through the town by myself on my way to meet my husband. I was to report to where ever this training facility was and sit and watch him and wait for him. EVERYDAY. Everyday he was in town anyway. He would then have sex with me in the alley way, against a wall, as quickly as possible, everyday in an effort to have a son. It was really rough and unemotional – HE HATED IT. And he hated that he had to continue to have sex with me everyday because I didn’t get pregnant. As if I was torturing him on purpose. I blamed him because I felt that it was his fault I didn’t have children because he didn’t like me and didn’t like having sex with me. He had other lovers, and I felt as though because he spent more time with them, and didn’t like having sex with me, that was why there was no baby.

So in regressions, then the hypnotist progresses you forward to the next significant memory…

So moving forward in time I was sitting in my home with my guardian, this very old man, grandfather. My husband was away fighting or something. He had told me that I had better have a child by the time he returned. I was not pregnant. The old man and I were discussing this. I was explaining that I felt as though it was my husband’s fault because he didn’t like me very much, didn’t like having sex with me, and didn’t always even finish with me. I thought it was because he had other lovers. The grandfather felt as though this was much more serious than I did… I guess he probably KNEW what was going to happen… I was just frustrated that I was being blamed for this.

He recommended that I sneak out of the city, and VERY SECRETLY far far away from our home, in the middle of the night, find strangers that were traveling, and have sex with them. As many as I could in hopes that one of them would get me pregnant. The goal was to be pregnant by any means by the time my husband returned, as long as no one found out about it.

I thought that would be a horrible betrayal. I refused. I felt as though that would be a dishonorable thing to do. The old man insisted, apparently he had even gone so far as to have arranged someone to escort me and smuggle me out of the city during the night. They were to take me to this camp where nomads had temporarily settled.

I refused. I thought it was just absolutely horrendous that he would suggest that I would do something so disloyal, so dishonorable. Not very Spartan. I wouldn’t dare betray my husband.

The old man pleaded with me. (So, I guess he knew my husband was going to murder me.)

The hypnotist, Dr. Weiss, progressed me forward to my death, the final scene.

I realized I had been stabbed, I felt it, I looked down and saw the spear in my chest, it hurt so badly. I felt myself hit the floor, I was sooo confused about what had just happened, my lungs were filling with blood, the spear had hit my heart and pierced my lung, because I was gasping for air. I was trying to figure out, in that life and in the regression what was going on. I was overwhelmed with the sense of how unfair this was, I was shocked that I was just easily going to die without even a chance to defend myself. I was a strong Greek woman, I was trained to fight and it was all for nothing because I was going to die suddenly and easily and I thought that was a huge waste and so very unfair.

And why was this happening?

I looked around and I was in my house, we had just finished eating dinner, I was straightening things up, I had a bowl in my hand before I dropped it. I was taken completely off guard and was surprise, and I was gasping because I couldn’t breath. I was shocked. Just shocked that I was going to die so easily and I didn’t understand, and there was nothing more I could do about it.

I thought about how I had to warn my husband. My initial thought was that someone must have snuck into our home, and murdered me and would be after my husband next. I couldn’t imagine how this happened, and how my husband hadn’t protected me. It was all so confusing and overwhelming to take in and try to grasp what was happening. Who had done this to me?

For the first time, I looked down the spear and right into the eyes of my murderer who was standing over me. It was with complete shock that I realized those eyes belonged to my husband, and those are the same eyes that in my current life belong to my lover. I can only say that as I stared, I asked WHY with only my eyes. He twisted the spear and shoved it deeper into me and I gasped sharply and blood dripped from my mouth and I felt the spear scrap against the back of my rib cage. There in the meeting room in Las Vegas in 2007, I began to cry, so hurt that my own spouse, my lover, was my murderer.

I died very quietly, staring at him and his eyes. It was like a puzzle running through my mind as I tried to piece my last moments together. I was remembering, putting it all together. He had come home, I was obviously not pregnant, he must have noticed though we didn’t speak of it. I fed him, we ate together, he finished, he turned around to the fireplace, grabbed his spear, I stood up to clear the table, he turned back around and stabbed me. He waited till I fed him, and then he was finished with me.

As I floated out of my body I was able to watch everything he did and know why this was all happening. It was as if I could read his thoughts. He felt humiliated in front of the entire city that I had not produced any children: therefore I was weak, and I was not a good wife. To get a new wife that was able to bear children he needed to get rid of the one he had – there was no divorce. He planned to cut up the body and dump the pieces in the river, and then explain that I had run off and was missing. He knew it didn’t matter what he told people because no one would dare question him, and they all knew I was a poor wife that didn’t bear children anyway. I was so hurt and betrayed. He was still my husband and I was loyal to him, I had chosen not to sleep with other men to get pregnant and remained bound to him. I didn’t feel as though there was anything physical wrong with me and felt as though it was his fault we didn’t have children. I was shocked that my own husband would kill me as if it was a chore he was attending to.

I felt so betrayed, that I was actually crying in the meeting room in 2007.

I moved through the regression into the after life and was greeted by guardian angels and spirit guides. They were to calm me down. I was still so betrayed and angry, I had died so easily, I was caught so off guard, I was so trusting, I didn’t ever think my lover would do such a thing to me.

It didn’t occur to me AT THE TIME that I would come out of my regression and have to deal with this with WHO HE IS NOW.

My guardians explained that there was a very specific reason I was shown this at this time. That I was feeling too many things that were left over from that life time. I was scared of my lover and I had a really hard time trusting him. I could logically understand things that he told me, and I logically knew I could trust him, but I found it very hard. I could tell myself that obviously he must like me because he called me and would visit and was attentive, and yet I was having such a hard time believing that. At the same time we were so drawn to each other and both felt we had karma to work out between us.

When I came out of it, I had a new surprise, I didn’t have to deal with being some Greek woman being murdered and betrayed by her husband, but I had to think about what it meant that it was my lover that I have to be with everyday.

And honestly, looking back at the regression, I understand his justification and what he believed and what their culture believed. The city didn’t seem very big, he felt shamed in front of EVERYONE. That was very real to him, he felt this was the only logical way to get a new wife. And obviously there was something weak, and worthless about this one that didn’t serve her purpose and fulfill her duties. I was an object to him, it’s not like he was killing his wife that he was madly in love with and had feelings, emotions, or attachments to. I see both points of view. I do kinda think it was his fault, but I completely see his reasoning.

I wonder if getting stabbed in the heart could explain why I was born with mitrovalveprolapse (Heart Murmur.) Could be.

Our relationship ended badly. Extraordinarily so. However great things came out of our relationship that did very much impact both of us. Still, I have to wonder if perhaps this regression was a sign that I should have ended the relationship then and stayed away from him. Had I ended the relationship then, I would have avoided all the horrible things that happened, including the things that hurt me physically and emotionally.

So now that you have heard the story, what do you think?

Think I should have avoided him?

Think I should have dumped him then?

Or do you think that this he was merely acting reasonably based on their culture?

Do you think that we had karma together that couldn’t be avoided?