PAST LIFE REGRESSION continued...
By Angie Christie
Suddenly, Peter appeared behind me. His wondrous outfit consisted of peach colored drape coat, with all the trimmings. As I waved this ‘Rockabilly’ pair off I felt as if I was back in the days of the Teddy Boy. On pain of death we were told we were not to go in their meeting place which was the local café on the corner, known as the Windmill Café. In those days my friend and I sat outside listening to Paul Anka and if our mums did not know that, what could harm them. Being only 13 upwards you could, I suppose, understand our parent’s reactions to this wondrous new music that was sweeping the nation’s young people.
As the years went by, Peter met Carol his wife. At the wedding he asked a Rock n Roll band he was friendly with to play the music. I must say everyone enjoyed this Oxford band. After a few bevies, Peter stood on the stage to thank everyone and got asked to sing "Johnny Be Good" with the band. Everyone including Carol just stood there and gasped. He had never ever sung in his life yet out of his mouth came the most professional sounding voice that you normally only hear from professional singers. It was 15 minutes before anyone would let him stop singing. To this day, he, to my knowledge, has never sung again.
About 10 or so years ago, I was regressed by a Hypnotherapist acquaintance of mine in Lavenham. I was so taken with the tape that I told Peter. He, to my utter surprise, asked if he could be regressed. This man was so good at his job and really made you feel at ease. Carol and Peter came up from Oxfordshire from the RAF base he was at for this ‘momentous’ afternoon. I asked Peter S. if we could sit in and he said of course we could. In the room was recording equipment, a bed with a microphone, and a large settee. Peter was asked to lie on the bed with his head near the microphone. At this point I whispered to Carol that I was expecting Peter to go back to 1950s as I am sure he must do. But this was not the case.
It took quite a while to relax Peter slowly into a peaceful state. As he was slowly getting more relaxed, I was amazed to see behind the bed against the wall, a WWI soldier with fair hair. I remember nudging Carol and saying what I was seeing. The very last person I was expecting. So much for my theories.
Q. Hello friend, what is your name?
A. Arthur.
Q. Hello Arthur, what is your Christian name?
A. Arthur, I am Tom Arthur.
(At this point I must tell you that Peter has a slight northern accent, but this voice that came out of his mouth was a strong West Country accent.)
Q. What year is this?
A. Surprise in it, 1914!
Q. Where do you live?
A. Blanford, which sounded like Blanfurd.
The Hypnotherapist then asked Pete/Tom the names of his family which he reeled off, mother Sarah etc. He also gave information on how they all worked for a farm and in spare time would love to play cards.
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Q. I am taking you forward to 1916, where are you?
A. Barracks marching.
(Seems Tom had signed up.)
Q. What is your Sgt. like?
A. Spat out the name of Millar and said he is a B……d.
(The hypnotherapist then brought Pete forward a few months and asked him where he was now.)
A. Marching, we are in France. Going to the front line.
Q. Where about in France are you?
A. Ginchy.
Q. What are you doing now?
A. Lighting up a Biney (which was surmised was a Woodbine cigarette). This weather is awful. These capes don’t keep us dry and the mud is evil.
Q. Where are you now.
A. We are going now.At this utterance, the hypnotherapist decided to bring him back as he had a feeling he meant going over the top.
When Peter woke up he remembered things not mentioned and was surprised when told. He said that they were only there in case needed and were marching back to Ginchy. He said some things he was seeing were so bad he could not mention them.
The hypnotherapist told us that it was one of the best regressions he had ever heard.
When we told Peter how his voice changed to a Dorset one he had to listen to the tape recording to believe it.
Some years later, Peter and Carol decided to go on a coach to the Front to find Carol’s uncles grave. As the coach rounded a corner, Carol said Peter sat up and said “I know this place, Ginchy is round the corner” and sure enough he was right. A tiny hamlet in the French countryside was there, just as he predicted. How could he know this?
I visited a half French man who used to live in England and he got out a very detailed map of the whole of France showing the Front. We took ages pouring over it but suddenly there it was. In the smallest of writing - GINCHY. So small and, as Peter had never visited it before or heard of it except in that regression, me seeing the WWI soldier so clearly was amazing.
On a holiday, we decided to visit Blanford Forum and also Dorchester Army museum. No mention of a family called Arthur, but in Dorchester I was pouring over a book of the Dorset Regiment names from WWI and Sgt. Millar was indeed mentioned.
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SPIRIT GUIDE,
SAKEINA,
Channels Her Message Concerning "The Shift" of 2012. |
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This is the fourth segment of Sakeina's message concerning "The Shift" and the numbers many of us have been seeing. Previous segments can be found in the Night Whispers Archive issues. | |
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"You understand not what we value most for all you can accomplish for yonder coming years. The never ending battle casts a shadow over all reality as you know it.
Start valuing, not only all time now, but also all knowledge you can obtain from one another. Listen carefully to the words of wisdom you will be sharing with one another. Pay attention to the 'words behind the words' as your souls will be sharing information coded from those who do not understand the need for The Shift. This coding contains survival information integral to understanding all factors needed for rivaling under the extreme conditions you will face.
We need to work together - in spirit and the physical - as this will be a war involving much in trying to save the Earth from those who have forgotten the importance of it to our spiritual growth. There are other planets that could replace the Earth which we could easily inhabit during our physical incarnations, but these planets and where they are located are being kept secret by those who claim to have the best intentions in mind for humanity.
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MY INCIDENT WITH A LIGHT SPHERE continued...
By Annie Mayo
As I watched the lights bounce around on the wall, they quickly reduced down to one light. It looked like a reflection from a flashlight. I immediately thought someone was sneaking around outside, trying to look in through my windows. I continued watching the light, feeling very alarmed. Then it suddenly occurred to me that I had closed my bedroom windows before I went to bed. It was impossible for a flashlight to reflect through like that! At that point I became very frightened.
I continued watching this light until I saw it change into a much bigger one. It was about the size of a dodge ball (used in grade schools). The perfectly round sphere of light was opaque white, and had a soft, iridescent glow to it. The brightness was about the same as a glow stick, only white. It began to slowly float freely around my room. I was so terrified, I wanted to scream for my Mom right away. I didn’t dare make a sound because I thought "It" would get me. My bed covers were bunched up around my feet and all I wanted to do was pull the covers over me. I didn’t dare make a move.
I watched this glowing light slowly rotate – floating over the tops of my dressers, in between the beds, then back and forth across the room for a very long time. At times it came very close to me. I could almost reach out and touch it. It gave off absolutely no sound. I felt there was intelligence to it and I knew it was very aware of me. After watching it for a long while, I felt it wasn’t going away and I was so terrified that I finally decided to yell for Mom. And scream I did!
My poor Mom came running into my room, flipping the light on, asking me what was wrong! I remember feeling so relieved to see Mom, curlers in her hair with a scarf covering them, and her stomach pushing her nightgown out. I was also shocked to see there was no light sphere in my room! I tried explaining to Mom what had happened, but she insisted I’d been dreaming. She walked around my room looking, explaining that there was nothing there now. I had to be dreaming, she said. I kept insisting I wasn’t. I begged her to please let me come and sleep with her, but she refused, saying I kicked in my sleep far too much which made her unable to sleep. She said if it came back again, to call her and she’d be right there.
After Mom turned the light back out and left, I remained very alert watching for the light to return. I felt a very strong presence in my room, and I remained fearful. After a bit, I finally decided it was okay to relax, but I still kept my vigil around the room.
I was awakened the next morning to Mom’s voice calling me from the kitchen. She was fixing breakfast and wanted me to start getting ready for school. I jumped out of bed -- and promptly fell on the floor! I was so surprised! My whole body was extremely sore, especially my legs. I was unable to stand up or straighten my legs out for a long time. I had to massage and slowly "work" them out. I remember I didn’t feel very good at school that day. It took several days for the soreness to go away. I felt extremely upset at myself that I’d fallen asleep. I couldn’t understand how I’d fallen asleep when I certainly wasn’t feeling sleepy after my experience the night before.
This incident has become very profound. To this day, I have never figured out what exactly happened after my Mom went back to bed, or what the sphere of light was. |
