My Latest Past Life Regression (Preface for Journey of Lifetimes)

Since shortly after Christmas (when I got back together with someone who my soul is bonded with strongly), I began to have starnge memories. They were scattered, and through three distinct sections of a life, or three distinct lives, I couldn't tell which.

I knew that the place I was seeing was Atlantis. The architecture was to strange for anything in any place I know if - now or in the past. The dress style was odd also, as was the philosopies I was beginning to remember.

Usually, I am the person who leads the past life regressions. Most people really don't know how to do them, but a friend of mine is a professional regressor, and he taught me how to do it. I can drop myself into a life, my problem is pulling out if things get really bad.

On 1/21/01 I moved from Salt Lake City, UT to San Diego, CA to be with P-Chan (afformentioned bonded soul), and met Bob. Bob is able to pull someone out of trances (which is all past life regressions are) correctly, so we decided to regress me in an attempt to make sense of these memories.

Rounds about a week or so ago, we went through with the regression. Bob was there, of course, as was P-chan, and Bob's kitra Jeff. After the room was properly warded, I dropped into the memories.

At first everything was hazy, like I had just woken up. Things came into focus, and I realized I was on a bed. It was strange, because it didn't feel like a springed bed, but it didn't make noise of a straw bed, or rock like a water bed, but it had a little give like a water bed, but not as bad.

After gaining focus, I stood up and walked about the room. I looked carefully at the walls, because like everything else, they were strange. They were made of granite or something, and instead of mortar between the stones, there was metal. I don't know how the effect was made, but it looked really neat.

There was a metal and glass table in the center of the room, just off the foot of the bed, and to the side of the bed a bit. There was a large leather (I think) book on it, and it was open, along with perfect shards of quarts about 6 inches to a foot and a half long and stones and stone chips of all kinds (agates, tigers eye, lapis, sojelite, hemetite, and a few others I can't remember). There was also a long metal needle type thing used for setting the smaller stones and stone chips into the quartz shards. Wand making came to mind looking at it.

I closed the book, and looked at the cover. There were many small crystals set into the cover, and one big one set in the center of it. On the spine, the word Ielixzia was written on it, in the native language. No clue why I could read it - it's very rare that someone can read things in regression.

After a bit of skimming, we concluded it was a book of shadows, but the spells were not like any I have seen in this lifetime - not wicca or voodoo or anything like that. It all revolved around the higher self rather than gods and goddesses and spirits. Yeah, they were all still there, but you didn't channel them, or ask them favors.

There were two bookshelve type things, one on either side of a closet. There were scroll, half bound books, and a few bounded books. Not any extravagent binding, but the pages were together. In the closet was a strange bag that drapped over the shoulder, across the body with the main bag part resting at the hip. I put the book in it and put it on.

When I went to leave the room, the door made me stop. Directly in front of the door was a section of floor that went down slightly when you stepped on it, triggering a bunch of pulleys that pulled the door aside for you. It was really neat.

I left the house, which was a puzzle in itself, and walked out to the road. The road led to an odd city. The houses and things at the edge were like the puzzle houses along the road, but as you got in farther, thing were many glass. There wasn't any metal infrastructure, so I have no clue how they were made. In the center was the school, and the palace (I assume, base off appearances.

Don't know how, but I knew I was supposed to be going to the school. At first, there weren't a lot of people on the road, but then more and more people were there. We were mostly ages 5 to round 15 or 16. I noticed that a girl next to me had a strange tattoo on her face and neck. It was made out of light, and it was a bunch of words, telling what her calling in life was, what she was really really good at, and what her name was. The tattoo was in a strange luminescent ink, that shimmered a lot.

Then I heard the name on the book called. I knew that it was my name, so I stopped and waited. I heard it a few more times, getting closer, and then there was a boy my age (around 12) coming towards me. He had platinum white hair, and darker skin. The hair was pulled back, but a lot of it was falling out of the tie. He had a tattoo on either wrist, but I couldn't read what they said. They were obscured to me for some reason. He carried a bag like mine, and he was barefoot.

Actually, most people were barefoot, and all of them had the tattooes. It finally occured to me to take a vague look at myself as this boy grabbed my hand and lead me off to the school. Like him, I was barefoot, and had a tattoo in the same place. I think that was why we were in the same class. We were ment to be the same kind of thing. I don't know what colour my hair was, but I think I'll look the next time I regress.

The school part was interesting. Up to that point, I heard no one talking though their lips moved, except for the boy. Then I could faintly hear the professor, and I could barely read what I was writing into my book. Things were getting really fuzzy.

The next thing I knew, the scene was shifting. I was standing in a feild of tall grass and flower, and I was about 5 years old. I had the same book, but there was more stuff in it. One page said something about how we came back after our deaths to pick up learning where we left off, so I assume that I had jumped lives.

I was playing hide and go seek type game with the white haired boy. He was my age again, and I couldn't find him anywhere. I think I had been through the whole feild, and he had been moving so I couldn't find him. Just when I was about to cry and give up, he tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a hug.

Things got really quiet then. The sky began to darken, and the clouds were beginning to swirl directly over the main city in the center of the island. We were in a field just beyond the shores of the island.

The currents of energy in the ground began to change, they seemed to grow frightened, then angry. The boy and I ran towards a dock that was a bit off. As we reached the dock, the earth began to tremble physically.

There were three boats docked. One was broken, one had people who were 13 to about 20 years old on it, and one was nothing but children. It was only half full. The boy dragged me on there, and he sat on a bench, and I sat in front of him and he pulled me into a hug. For some reason, he burried my head into his chest.

I don't know if this happened because I was regressed or because I had out of bodied back then, but suddenly I was floating above everything, watching myself and the boy and the chaos that was errupting from the city. It was horrible.

I heard a chanting. It was dark, and not in the common or high languages of the island. It was foreign, and sounded dark and hateful, and almost evil.

At this point in time, Bob pulled me out because I was panicking. I am okay with that, just because I didn't like the feeling of that chanting, and I didn't want to see the island going down.

I write a lot. I am going to turn this into a somewhat cohesive fiction type story, and do a lot more regressions to fill in the blanks. I don't know what will come of it, but it will be posted up here as Journey of Lifetimes. For those who remember my writings from my previous account that was fubared beyoned belief (What Lies Atop Lambs Canyon, The Historical Bloody Mary, and then some), you know what to expect. :)



Love/Alanja Angeli

Think big quest to find a meaning to it all.