A beautiful Journey: Past Life Regression , everyone will love to read.
A young, beautiful married woman,  topper in studies….three lives... single session…..

Husband...... met at airport. came to pick her up for official work. Not known to each other before. It was love at first sight for both of them.

1^st life.

Year  1140...I  am  25 years old girl living in an Ashram in Gangotri since my childhood. I am an orphan, but most cared for by others in the ashram. I have taken Diksha. We are going for Kashi Vishwanath Darshan with head of the ashram. I stayed in Kashi, then I went to Lumbvini in Nepal. I am a bhikhshuni... I meditate whole day. Now we all are going to bless a marriage in Patliputra. It is a very big palace. We are blessing the boy named Dhritu, who is getting married. When Dhritu saw me, he refused to marry. A lot of things are happening. His father is standing with folded hands. Some one from us is telling something regarding marriage. I am too upset listening these things. We are leaving Patliputra. I did not accept Dhritu’s proposal but I liked the thought of his love for me. I am very sad. Meri tapsya bhang ho gayi, toot gayi... now I am in Kashi. I am 50 years old and heading the ashram now. I am very sick. Mere dil me kharabi hay.  Breathing  problem hai. Dhritu (my husband at present) is here to look after me and the ashram. He did not marry. He devoted his life for me. I am dead. ..lesson learnt...duty is important.

2^nd life......

It’s 1803. I am a beautiful girl somewhere in Palestine. They are calling me Malika. My father is very rich. I have four brothers. I am a very much pampered child. I am very proud by nature. An Indian comes to teach me sitar. Now we love each other. Abbas, my elder brother came to know about this. Abbas killed my sitar teacher. Sitar teacher was in fact Dhritu (my husband at present). I am too sad. I am going to Paris for a change but am not happy. I am not ready to come back. Abbas is sad. He takes so much pain and came to meet me. His wife also came. Now I understand my brother’s love for me, so  I  am getting  married  to  someone  my  family chose. A lot of story......................death. Lesson learned............be compassionate.

3^rd life

Year 1932. I am a 12 year old girl with golden hair. My name is Rose.  I am on a ship to London with my Nanny (Mousi at present) going to my grandparents place. My father works in Lahore. I am growing up into beautiful woman. My grandfather is dead. I live with my grandmother and Nanny. My home is beautiful. I am happy. I love someone, and he loves me too. Actually (you know... he is the same Dhritu & Sitar teacher). I am going somewhere. It is a big building, it is an airport. My friend came to airport to see me off. I am upset. I complained about my father to govt. I think he is a spy. Oh, I want to tell my father, what I did. Oh ...my father is here at the airport. He is coming towards me. Ahhhhh. He shot at me. I am dead. He killed himself too. My lover...he is so sad...lesson learnt.....I should not have taken a hasty decision .One should enquire thoroughly before any conclusion .He was not a wrong person.  I am feeling uselessness now.....very long silence....

Reorientation and integration....

She feels very much scared when at airport. Chest hurts a lot without medical cause.  In this life also her husband was engaged but refused to marry. They got married with efforts of husband’s maternal uncle (father of Dhritu in year 1140).  She feels very much connected with Lahore, London and Paris.

Conclusion....Dhritu (1140), Sitar teacher (1803), a friend and love (1932)...is the same person.... and husband currently