A 32 year old unmarried woman
with complain of marriage phobia and unexplained sadness came for past life
regression.
SESSION:
I am a beautiful 20 years old
girl. It is my wedding. The bridegroom is handsome and I like him. Suddenly a
group of armed men storm the function and start fighting. The location is
somewhere in Rajasthan in the year 1765. Many people including the bridegroom
are killed. Now nobody will marry me. (She started crying).
After few months, my father took
me in a cart to a small village far away and married me in a small temple. It
is a very small place with few mud huts. My husband has a camel and works as a
porter. He gives me due importance but I don’t feel connected to him. I am
pregnant. An old lady came and helped me deliver a son. Everything is OK but I
am not happy. My son is growing. I call
him Bholu.
My husband came and is very
irritated and angry. He has come to know about my earlier marriage incident.
Now he understands why I am not happy with him.
We are going to Mela. My son is
now 7 years old. I am not happy. My husband doesn’t trust and doubts me. We
come back home. I cook meals. We eat and
sleep. My husband is throttling at my neck and strangulating me, I struggle a
lot to fight back but die. I am 28 years of age.
He cremated me. My body is on funeral
fire. My son is crying. Only 3-4 persons are present at my funeral. All are
quiet and none is raising any query. I am not able to leave the place and stuck
up here. I am roaming in the sand. I am not a physical body. I visit the hut.
My son is cooking and crying. He does all the work. My husband carries guilt of
having killed me and is a drunken man now.
Therapist does Forgiveness and
releasing work on her. In light she received guidance and blessing from
masters.
Reorientation
She told, now I understand why I
fear getting married and rejected all marriage proposals despite being well
educated, good looking and employed. I released my marriage phobia today and
master life blessed me with a happy married life.
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