I am wearing anklets, a long skirt and an Indian blouse. I am carrying spring water on my head, back to my village. I have to travel for a long distance by foot.

I am still walking. I am 20 years old.

There’s a dark figure in the bushes. There are several of them hiding in the bushes. They are men, dark skinned and covered their faces with a scarf. I can only see their eyes. They are standing behind some bushes.

They are terrorists. They want water from me. They’re not very nice people. Their clothes are dark green in colour, almost black. They’re very sinister looking. They’re from Pakistan.  I’m in a border state. I think I’m in Bangladesh or India.

I feel fear. I smell fear because I think they’re going to rape me.

I have nothing in this life. *

(Subject has left that lifetime).

There is a blank white light.  The light is vibrating. Almost like as if it’s life. I’m not on earth. I’m in a realm where there are no beings. There is just light.  It’s radiating in wave form. It is white with a tinge of orange. It is just a big light. It doesn’t hurt my eyes. Instead, it is very calming. I feel as if I am coming back to my home.

This is a healing spot. When you expose yourself to it, it cleanses you. It is a giant crystal ball.

There are other beings as well, around me. We all stand as a ring around the crystal ball. We don’t hold hands. I don’t see them but my hands feel them. My hands tingle. They’re tingling now. Even my feet is tingling. I do not have any physical body. I’m not an angel. I think  I’ve come to my final destination. It’s my last stop. I’m just being cleansed of all that I’ve gone through, the cycle of birth. I’ve come here to be healed. I know after this that I’ll be merging with the light.

I neither feel joy nor pain. There is no sense of belonging. Yet, I’m home. There is no time, thirst or hunger in this realm. There is no relativity to anything that we feel. I have no senses. Only pureness. There is a sense of finality in that, it’s like making sense of what you knew all this while, but just never expressed.

I need to be quiet.

There is no more light anymore. There are no more beings. They have gone.

It’s graying. There are flashes of green light. I am in a waiting room. The others are very far away. We don’t mingle.

There is nothing, but I’m continuously feeling the tingle in my legs, spreading upwards, fairly warm. I don’t want to leave this place that gives me a wonderful calmness. Nothing exists here. But just some sense of calm. Oneness with…. I just don’t know how to explain it.

I want to understand why I’m having this skin condition on my legs. I think I’m getting healed. My legs feel very warm. It’s really tingling. Not even like pins and needles. Just their light is healing me. It feels like I’m inside. There are thunderbolts of the brightest green you can ever find. I am silent. Still. Calm. There is no sadness. No joy. No pain exists. No fear. No want or desire. Not even need.

In this realm, you don’t see them. You feel them. I don’t mean touch and feel. There’s a sense of awareness that there are other beings around.

The answers to my questions: “Why bother who they are. They’re just in our lives for a reason. They were in your life for a reason. I’m their teacher. I’ve nothing else to learn anymore in this realm.”

I see lots of green colour. It’s swirling everywhere in the crystal ball. I need the answer. It’s taking a while to find my spirit guide. I’m searching at the parameters of the crystal ball. I’ve gone back inside.

To protect you. Heal you. Cleanse you to be ready for the final stop. This ball is not a ball. It’s like the shape of an egg. Very big. I can’t see the top but there is a top. It is very bright inside. It’s blindingly bright, yet, you don’t shade your eyes. The walls are very fluid. You can walk in and out. There is blank space. Nothing inside. There is a stair going upwards. It is spiral. I’m climbing the staircase.

There is emptiness. I’m ready to leave.

* Note: Sometimes, when there is trauma, the subject’s mind will block the incident and the scene is blacked out.

  Index of Life Between Lives Regression Accounts

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