It’s dark. I don’t want to move. I’m not scared, but I’m rooted. I am outside, among trees. It’s going to be dawn soon. There is no one around me. I’m a man. I feel pain in my chest. There is too much of labour. I’m tired. I’m a rubber tapper, just going to start my work. I am Chinese, 30+ years old. I’m tired of my life. But I’m persevering on. I won’t end my life. I cannot give up. I have a family to take care of. But they don’t take care of me. I have nothing to give in this life.

Austria

I’m in a garden. It is beautiful. There are flowers blooming. I’m in Austria. I’m carrying a lace fan. I’m wearing a lace gown, which I’m lifting with my left hand as I walk through the garden. I’m 23 years old. I’m searching or longing for something. I dislike people because they’re not honest. They’re all talking about me getting married, but I don’t want to. I feel there’s a higher calling for me. I’m resigned to accepting it. I really want to be in people’s lives when I’m needed. To help, give, serve and heal.

There are so many people suffering. There is a civil war going on. I’m in a palace where people are pretending to be happy. I can’t take that anymore. I didn’t get married. I’m 45 years old now. I live among the people now. They look up to me because I heal them. I hug them. They feel warm and happy. They’re saying “Thank you and it feels so nice”. I die a natural death at 69 years of age. There are people around my dead body. They’re not crying because I told them not to cry.

Nepal

I’ve left my body. I’m moving about in spirit. I see mountains. White snow capped mountains. I’m going down. I’m on a slope on one of these mountains. I’m in Nepal. I’m now in a wooden house. I am in energy form (not in a physical body). I’m looking at all the Tibetan monks. I feel very happy here, like I belong to them. There is immense energy within them and I feel the energy inside me swelling. There are other beings as well, who look like me. We do not have face or hands. Just a body outline. I’ve come to teach them something. I’ve come to teach them that these rituals they’re carrying out don’t help, because they bind you to their earthy form and they need to awaken from these. All of them agree. I have to go now.

Bali

I move away. I fly. I feel nice. I’m free. I get to do what I’m supposed to do. I’m in a hallway. There are no doors. The surrounding is pink in colour. I’m floating. I see pillars. Many pillars. I think I’m in a temple. I am in Bali. I’m walking past all these pillars. It is quite dark. It is a very big place. I hear prayers. They seem to be in Sanskrit.

There are people turning to look at me. I’m wearing a robe. I’m a man. I’m a teacher. I’m the head priest of the temple. I’m wearing a dark orange robe. People there are all dark skinned. They are simple, nice people. I’m happy there. I keep thinking to myself, maybe I should go out and teach where necessary. Part of me is all in the comfort zone.

I’m very attached to that place. It’s near the sea. It’s called Denpasar. It is not bustling. It’s very quiet. I love my house. It’s very big and very intricate. It is made out of wood with big holes in it. It is enchanting. I can’t seem to let go. Because I’ve yearned this place for so long, I can’t let go. I’m learning how to let go in this life.

Somebody doesn’t like me and wants to kill me with a knife. He evokes anger in me. He has a scrawny, mean face. I recognize him as my ex-mother in law in my current life. He is jealous of me because I have fame. He is my disciple. He kills me. I feel sorry for him, while I was dying. I’m dying on his lap. I told him “Forgive yourself”. Then I died. They’re probably going to burn my body.

Spirit realm

I’m leaving the place now. I take an energy form. I don’t feel sad. I move with a sense of purpose. I’m going upwards and towards the left. The earth is below. I feel nice. There is energy pulling me. It feels like a vacuum pulling me up. I go willingly.

They’re coming. They’re there. Still far off. They’re in groups. They have wings. They’re talking. But they’re not turning to look or greet me. They’re souls. Everyone is saying welcome back. They’re talking about their next assignments.

I’ve come to rest. I just lie down. I feel like weight being lifted off me. I feel empty. Somebody is coming to see me. He is the head of all the angels. His name starts with “M”. “Michael”. He is tall, big and white skinned. I see his outline but not in physical form. He’s just brilliant light, very beautiful. He’s smiling. He’s says, “All’s well”. I need to be healed because I’ve just come back from my work. He’s giving me a hug, infusing me with love. So I’m just ready for the next assignment.

It feels so good. It’s nice energy. I feel energy in my hand. He’s leaving. I feel ready for my next assignment. I need to go down to another country. It’s Mongolia. The big boss gives this instruction, but it is not in speech form. We don’t see him but we know he’s there, a supreme god.

Mongolia

I go to Mongolia. I came to heal, but no one in specific. I’m in energy form. I’m helping people who are dying. They’re all hungry. The country is in a bad shape. I don’t take a physical form this time. I’ve come down to stand beside anyone who needs me. They don’t know I’m there but everyone who are distressed are instantly calmed and able to face their challenges.

Spirit realm

My name is Lea. I’m a female. I’m very young. I’m a little arrogant, because I’m 19, the youngest to be chosen to be a healer. We are evolved souls. I’m at Level 3. There are 5 levels altogether. My energy body is white with a little bit of green at the edge.

I’m just helping people. I understand that I’m supposed to do that in every life I come to including this. I always find an off beaten way to help. It may not be healing It may be something else.

I understand why I’ve come to earth with this body. If I were thin, I would have attracted things for earthy pleasure and obscured my sense of duty. There is nothing to worry about. They’re telling I’m loved where it is necessary. And it’s no human love.

I’m seeking for my father. He is among the angels. I see many of them. I see my father. He’s opening his arms. He wants me to come towards him. I am hugging him. I have so much of emotions. I have anger and I can’t speak. I’m asking him why. He doesn’t have an answer. But he continues to hug me. He says that we are bound by human limitations and we have to learn lessons from each other. Sometimes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

He understood me as a higher being to him, even though I was his daughter. That made him a little fearful. But I’m telling him, “I only need love. To give and to receive”.

He says that he understands now. He’s Level 4. He’s done a lot. His role is just like mine. But he’s also a trainer to all these angels who have come. We also take up negative energy and we also need healing.

My dad teaches us to heal ourselves. We use hands to touch the head. We receive energy from the top, then you’re cleansed. Then you’re ready. Level 4 heals Level 3, 2, and 1. I’m about to go to Level 4. My father is still with me. But there’s no prejudice. There’s no understanding that he’s the father and I’m the daughter. I’ve become equal. But he’s still senior.

Japan

It is 1945. I’ve come down to heal people because they’re undergoing war in Japan. There are many broken bodies. People are crying for their lost ones. There is so much to endure. I get to work. I don’t have a physical body. I touch their heart. We do not discriminate. We have all come down to help. There are 104 of us helping the people. We are touching their hearts. They feel a little better. We’re making them understand why they lack the knowledge.

We all have debts. They’re clearing their debts. We’re doing all our own work. Some of them (energy beings) feel like me. They’re very sad. When we do our duties, we’re not supposed to feel sad, you know. I’m saturated with negative energy. I’m being called up.

Alabama

I’m sitting on a rock. I’m a man. I’m a cotton picker in the state of Alabama. I’m resting. I’m a black person. I’m a slave for a short while. A white man is my master. I was a slave because he needed healing from a terrible tumour in his stomach and I had to be near him. He allowed me to touch him (hands on healing), but in private. There are one or two other slaves around. The white man is my father in this life. His wife is my current life mother. She’s not very happy that I’m doing this. She does not understand why.

I’m an angel. We’re taught about this (in the spirit realm). We need to do this. This is our duty. His body could not be healed. But his soul was healed. He understands a lot of things. He died in my arms. His wife is not happy. She’s so alone. I want to help but she doesn’t want to allow me.

My work is done.

  Index of Life Between Lives Regression Accounts

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