![]() ![]() ![]() When I pictured the door, it was in space. Wagging its tail and panting, there was a white dog, kind of like a terrier breed. Behind the trees were old wooden American style houses. It was practically a field of grass and there were trees on the edge of the park. The odd thing is, is that when I was remembering this event, my mind jumped to a park which did not look familiar to me. My family members were visibly younger, my father had no grey in his hair, my mother's face was slightly rejuvenated, and my brother was the twelve year old boy I can still picture. I remembered the exact pattern of the bowls. I remembered it clearly, the little crate he was carried in and the bowls that his past owner gave us were on the floor. I proceeded to sit on it and became more relaxed.īeing told to remember a childhood memory, my mind went straight to when I was six years old, when I first got my dog. In the centre of the garden was a white swing chair which had red cushions on it. The sky was filled with stars, there was no atmosphere obscuring the sky, it was as if I was in space. ![]() When Weiss described the garden, I imagined a garden with stylised well-trimmed hedges with red and yellow flowers. I had heard of Brian Weiss' past life regressions before and had seen videos of people who have been involved in regressions guided by him. Tonight I thought I'd try a past life regression session as I was feeling emotional about being detached from my birthplace and wanting to "go home". ![]()
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