Past Life Healing Meditation by Laura

Greetings,

I'm curious about Laura's voice. Why does it seem to have a more relaxing effect than the words themselves?

Although I don't speak English, it's never been a major limitation once I've learned the translation, since Laura speaks very clearly and uses very specific words that make it easier for me to learn the few words and the rest is just memorization and repetition.

Right now, I'm reviewing YouTube's automatic translation, and the same thing is happening to me as years ago with E.E. I'm involuntarily visualizing while trying to understand what each word means, something that in itself is incredibly complicated for me, but it's the tone of her voice, not the word itself.

Could there be something else to work on? Because something strange occurred to me: simply lying down and letting myself be carried away by that relaxation while listening to her voice, even without knowing what she's saying means. Surely the work won't work out as it should, for obvious reasons, but it's like people who play "nature" sounds to sleep and stuff like that.

Is there anything more practical for what I'm describing, if it makes any sense, than just using your "ambient" voice? I don't know, it just reminds me that if spinning 300 times has some effect, I'm not closed to the possibility that some voices at a specific tone and frequency have some effect on certain types of people.

I don't know why it's easier for some people, while for others, like me, it's not so much, or almost nothing happens, or it seems like there are other ways. It makes me feel like hypnosis and meditation don't seem like the best way to learn for me; that I need other, more direct methods, more action-oriented, like doing exercises and visualizing the process or anything like that, but not because I dismiss or don't "believe" in meditation and hypnosis.
 
I think that it is important to be as consistent as possible. That is, decide on a schedule and try to stick to it. There will be more meditations so you will have a variety. Also, it is helpful to have a notebook in which to write down your observations and/or experiences each time. And, as noted by Fluffy, you can pay attention to things (inside of elevator) and note that and if it changes over time.
I do have a question about the elevator. IRL, I dont like closed spaces and sometimes, if I'm alone in the elevator, it makes me a little anxious. Im not sure if I can visualize a staircase instead or the feeling about the elevator reveals something?
 
I'm curious about Laura's voice. Why does it seem to have a more relaxing effect than the words themselves?
Indeed!
Check out this session:

(L) Yes. And we had the idea of making some just regular meditation audios where I could recite the prayer and maybe sing it, or even sing some other songs and he could manipulate them with this software to make it melodic and meditation-worthy type music. So, we were wondering if this was something that was a good idea?

A: Oh definitely!!! In fact, that is a superb way for truly cosmic frequencies to be transmitted via your/our voice!!

Q:
(DD) So long as it's not Patsy Kline tunes! (laughter) (L) But I wanted to channel Patsy Kline!!! (Allen) I was actually wondering if my multiplying your voice several times would actual multiply whatever it was they were putting through your voice that many times?

A: Not only that, it will enable us to insert frequency modulation directly between the layers of sound. Why don't you play a sample now?

Q: (Allen) Play a sample of the chorus, or of the music I've been working on?

A: Our voice!

Q: (Allen) How can I play a sample of your voice? I've got some music that I've been working on, but it doesn't have any choral stuff in it yet? Is that the music that you're talking about, or is there something that I'm missing?

A: What did you record today?

Q: (Allen) Ah! So, any particular song?

A: U pick!

Q: (Allen) Okay. So right now, all I have is me playing guitar, and Laura singing with a little reverb sweetening it. Would that do?

A: Yes

Q: (L) I had the idea to take ordinary songs and sing them and then for Allen to take say one ordinary song that was like a familiar melody to people, and then stretch it out to an hour CD. A song that would take 4 or 5 minutes to sing, make it stretched to one hour. And then put a musical track in the background that's more in time. So anyhow, is this a good idea?

A: Very! Try it!

Q: (L) Well, that wasn't very informative. I could have answered that, Jesus. (DD) Hang up on them! (laughter) (Keit) So which song would you choose? (L) Well, just a whole bunch of them.

[Pause while Allen tries to burn music to disc. Everyone then ends up listening to music in the office.]

Q: (Keit) On an emotional level, Amazing Grace had the most effect on me. (Allen) We can have you sing solo and then a choir of us come in and back you up. That's a thought.

A: Many possibilities, eh? Notice the "effect?"

Q: (Joe) Music to soothe the savage the beast!

A: Music to communicate to the soul.

Q: (L) Well, I really don't understand.

A: There are frequencies in your/our voice that are inaudible to the physical ear but affect the spirit.

Q:
(Joe) True.
 
A: There are frequencies in your/our voice that are inaudible to the physical ear but affect the spirit.

Jojo!, and as an plus you have led me to a rather striking extract about dreams, very interesting! that's like "read before entering". You have no idea how much you've helped me with that info, many thanks!

I read this and it makes my skin crawl, but something feels very "revolutionary" inside me, haha. Well, after all, I haven't lost my frequency, and I can still "perceive" these things like a "faint" instinct. I can now see things better because I've chosen this path with as few distractions as possible to better distribute my energy toward knowledge—not solitary, less distracting, and that's a very, very different perspective.

As Don Juan says, "You have everything you need for your extravagant journey."

And are the songs there yet? where can I find them? I can't find anything specific on the forum or the YouTube channel.
 
And are the songs there yet? where can I find them? I can't find anything specific on the forum or the YouTube channel.
See here; Joe attached an mp3 of Laura singing "In the Garden" 😊

It's the same song you sing to your Cassiopaea Crystal. In case you haven't got one, you can order it here:
 
See here; Joe attached an mp3 of Laura singing "In the Garden"

Beautiful! Thank you so much. Thank you so much, Cassiopaeans, Laura and the team. Very beautiful song.

It's the same song you sing to your Cassiopaea Crystal. In case you haven't got one

Crystals are still on my to-do list.

But now that I am again presented with the information, a while back, I found a quartz stone in a quartz extraction mine. These mines are usually found in places where there has been a lot of bloodshed, I think I'd better throw it away.

Thanks again.
 
I do have a question about the elevator. IRL, I dont like closed spaces and sometimes, if I'm alone in the elevator, it makes me a little anxious. Im not sure if I can visualize a staircase instead or the feeling about the elevator reveals something?

I think you can modify this to suit your needs - for instance, change the elevator to a set of stairs (with 10 steps) and walk down the stairs into the basement. If you don’t like the idea of a basement, change that to a nice, shady and secluded spot in a garden where the stairs lead to, and so on.

The idea of the elevator is to deepen the hypnotic state, so anything that is comfortable to you and will relax you deeply will work.
 
I think you can modify this to suit your needs - for instance, change the elevator to a set of stairs (with 10 steps) and walk down the stairs into the basement. If you don’t like the idea of a basement, change that to a nice, shady and secluded spot in a garden where the stairs lead to, and so on.

The idea of the elevator is to deepen the hypnotic state, so anything that is comfortable to you and will relax you deeply will work.
Thank you for the guidance! I will try this next time.

I did the healing meditation yesterday and what made helped was the pictures I was seeing, which took my attention off the idea of the elevator going down. The first thing I noticed is how my sense of smell heightened. I am still at the 6th floor and about to go down, when I looked up and there were dark nimbus clouds. There was a flood, Greek pillars are falling off and people are running away.

May I say that I had palpitations during the exercise, expectations I believe.
I also experienced this when going down. I am not sure if my body is getting stressed because I was aware of some dark past lives or might be expectations too.

I got anxious. I honestly want to stop the hypnosis at this point and somehow Laura's voice gave comfort and felt like she was holding my hand throughout the exercise.

I get to the basement and there is a rustic door. Im still anxious at this point and telling myself that I am safe and I have Laura and this will not be a meditation where I'll be abducted or whatever. 😅

In my past life, I was a widow with three children, and my name was Alma. The year is something that ends in 2, I cant hear and see it properly. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I have a pointy Roman nose, small eyes like the ones Shakespeare has in his portrait, curly hair and wearing a dress with bell sleeves. There's forgiveness with Alma's mother. Im not sure if there was animosity with them, but there is this disappointment from her mother towards her due to the life she chose.

I am living a simple life in the country. I have three children and I do not know how my husband died. After the exercise, I got teary-eyed and had a wave of nostalgia towards that life and missing my children.

I dont know what's with the flood from the earlier scene and it was terrifying. Overall, since Laura also assured that it's okay to think that I might have just imagined all of it, I have faith it will make sense eventually.
 
Two days ago, I had a second go at the past life meditation.
This time I was more relaxed and didn't feel anxious. All went well in the elevator and in the room at the bottom before opening the dark wood arched door.
Opening the door, I sense a foreboding feeling coming through me and I feel reluctant to go through the door. The place is pitch black at first. Slowly my eyes get accustomed and I see a stone stairs spiralling down and some little light showing.
My name is Convas, I have a blonde wife but no children. I am Caucasian and have red hair and beard. I am dressed in armour from head to toe. I stand at the front of a few prepared soldiers and a clerical dressed all in black with a hood. I have a feeling that I don't like/trust the clerical.
Apprehension is creeping inside but I force myself to go down. I am first to get into the huge underground opening. The place looks beautiful with the lightning, the ambiance and what seems to be drawings on the ceiling. The cavern has a feel of grandeur although rustic in the making. I walk to the center, under the coupole of the very large room, mesmerised by the drawing. I see a few women dressed in white far towards the wall of the cavern facing the spiralling stairs. They seem to dance, chant...
I am in owe, the place feels sacred to me. I can't seem to want to fulfil my mission, whatever it was. I just stand there while some fighting starts around me. I don't know what started it. I feel the need to ask for forgiveness to the women being murder by the soldiers I came down the stairs with.
I look at the floor, where I stand in the middle of the cavern, and I see some red lighting reflecting from the floor emitting a pulse like a heart. The drawing of the ceiling is swirling, it's beautiful...
I see a blue lightning coming toward me aiming to kill and I fall, hurt. Where it lends is someplace related to my life now, giving me trouble.
Emotions come out in the now, I start crying, slowly at first and then harder while I repeat the words "I had forgotten", "I had forgotten". I feel so sad! I had forgotten that the experience I was having had opened my eyes in a sense, a long time ago. Opened my eyes in believing that life is more than we are made to believe and it needed to be researched & investigated. I want to remember, now I want to remember.
Last vision, the clerical stands looking over my body and I know why I didn't trust him.

I am grateful to Laura and team creating this meditation tool. It seems that this time more was said in the recording, I might have dosed off during the first session. Very interesting... I am not asking myself if I invented the experience or if it's a past life experience. The release of the emotion was in itself, very revealing.
My intention is to do a session every week or every other week allowing myself time to process.
 
Today, I did the Past Life Healing meditation. The first time I did it was during a live FOTCM meeting, when we practiced this meditation for the first time. Today, I found a perfectly quiet moment without any distractions, so I decided to do it again.

The door was brand new and had a classic old knob. When I entered, at first, everything was just white light. Suddenly, a high window in a stone wall appeared—it was a castle room. I was male and initially wore some rather funny, colorful clothing. It was probably medieval Spain or France, and I was likely a member of some kind of noble family.

The room was untidy, and there was a pile of things to the left of the door as I entered. On my finger, I had a large golden ring with rubies on it. To my right, I saw a female figure. I couldn’t see everything clearly, like in a smooth, movie-like vision. What I experienced were flashes of images coming from time to time.

The name "Isabelle" came to my mind. I think the woman next to me was Isabelle. She wore a beautiful medieval golden dress, had dark hair, and a slender body.

When Laura said we should let go and either ask for forgiveness or forgive someone, a huge wave of energy rose from within me. I got goosebumps, and the wave of energy kept growing stronger and stronger. I felt a sadness so deep I can't describe it. I became aware that tears were starting to fall from my eyes. It wasn’t crying—just tears flowing uncontrollably, along with a powerful feeling of sorrow.

Then the word "betrayal" came to my mind. Either I was betrayed, or I betrayed someone else. I saw myself looking out from a high place in the castle, toward the outside. I saw many people, though not clearly. Someone was being executed—maybe Isabelle, or maybe it was me. But I was watching with deep sadness and disappointment.

Still, it was just flashes of images, feelings, and that one name.

The meditation was very intense.
 
I did the meditation yesterday and I was nervous, my heart started to race as I started to go down on the elevator.

When I first walked out of the elevator, the first room that got into my mind was the one with the red curtains in twin peaks but I nervously changed it because I thought that that wouldn’t be the “actual” thing. The problem after that was that all the twin peaks “black lodge” room disappeared and all was black. When Laura said there was a door, it appeared in a room that I knew it was a room but I couldn’t prove it visually… all was dark except for the door. It was a wooden, carved and rounded on top, a blue door. The handle was rounded and golden.

At this point I wanted to wait a minute. I was not ready to go through it and when Laura started asking about what was behind the door, I was still with the door in front of me and could not imagine opening it. So, to catch up with the guidance, I rapidly go through it but it is not clear how (the door was like in a state of open and not opened). So, in spite of all, I say to myself, Ok, I went through it.

All was dark. I thought at first I was blind but then I saw something, but my vision was like if I was blind folded and seeing through the cracks of the fabric. What I saw was the blonde hair of a little girl and a blue bow that she had on it. Immediately after seeing that I started to cry and the sadness was so strong that I couldn’t focus on anything else but the girl, I heard her laughter, saw parts of the dress (blue as the bow), felt her soft little hand (crying so much during all of that) the name Elsa came but don’t know who was it. Also the energy of the girl reminded me of my actual niece. At one point I was sobbing so hard that I couldn’t follow up with Laura😭

For that reason I couldn’t focus on problems or lessons from that life, the girl and the details of her was all too much. Anyway I tried to find a mirror and I saw a woman with short hair but I saw that from my perspective not the woman’s but then I touched my hair and was short as well. It looks like there is a lot to heal from that life. I’ll wait a few weeks before my next session. 😭

In spite of the fact that I couldn’t see much, it was so relieving. Thank you Laura for guiding 🙏❤️
 
Hello 👋 everyone.
Dr. Brian Weiss is a fantastic source of books and information regarding “Past Life Regression”. Google him.
He writes about healing through remembering, which is fascinating.
He discusses in many of his books to practice meditation more and even he himself took years to have an actual experience of his own. Strange that some people get there pretty quick and others take practice.
I’ve tried a few times over the years and had “vivid” flashes of scenes that I’ve tried to make sense of 🤷🏼‍♂️?!
Reading his books, skeptical at first, made me study him closer and I attended a seminar when he came to Melbourne many years ago. I definitely think he is true and the books are amazing true stories to uplift your soul…
I have a few in pdf. If anyone is interested? Send me a direct message 🫡

On another personal note. Thanks to reading through the “Wave Series” (almost finished) here I was intrigued by Laura’s story on coming across a “crazy” (my skepticism calling them crazy 🤪) group of Reiki practicing individuals.
Feeling a bit empty and letting life and my reptile thoughts drive me down over the years! I thought I’d try a Reiki session where I live and didn’t really get a major result. I had been very sick with a virus and was blaming that or just not meeting the right healer.
Well, I tried to schedule another appointment and she was away which led me to a new “wife and husband” team that my son had actually visited previously.
I am amazed at the results, something was unlocked in my being. A very heavy powerful spiritual awakening has taken place and I now need to keep meditation as a key part of my life.
This woman said many things that Laura talked about in the “Wave”, like the 12 strands of DNA. 🧬 we may unlock knowledge.
I shared the website Cassiopeia with her and husband in a hope they read and resonate with the work that is happening in the North of our planet. Which I’m sure they already are.
What a powerful experience and just wanted to share. 👍
The journey begins… 😊
 
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I have done my second past life meditation since doing the first last month and will share some of the details.
Before I get to that I will note that in the previous meditation when it came to asking for forgiveness, I got the sense that I had caused harm with words in that lifetime. I did not think much of it at the time but since then I have experienced a sudden drastic improvement in the social anxiety and communication issues I have had since early childhood. It has been a big positive change for me as I no longer feel I am repressing everything and have been able to share more with the forum. So big thanks to Laura and helpers for providing this meditation.

On the 2nd meditation experience. Before the elevator was introduced, I saw for a moment a white robed figure that resembled stereotypical Jesus imagery. I also saw in considerable detail for quite a while an old man with white hair and stubble in rural attire with a hat relaxing on a porch.
Going into the silvery elevator my perspective was a bit messed up. Most of the time my vision was in third person but at an awkward angle so I couldn’t really see myself. I caught glimpses of a man in a suit holding a suitcase. I became aware that there was also a child, a young boy in the elevator with me. He hovered one of his hands over the bright buttons as we descended but didn’t touch them.

When I exited into the basement I could not make anything out besides a warm light and the door. The door was very odd. At first glance it looked like a circular bank vault door as in movies, but when I examined it for an opening mechanism, I saw part of it was a flat grey door with some push release handle. It basically looked as if two doors were occupying the same physical space. If I focused my vision, I saw one or the other but at a casual glance the door structures fused at an impossible right angle. I wonder now whether there was some hyperdimensional nature to the doors structure.
Opening the door, I clicked down on the push release handle and then let go allowing it to open on its own.

Once I went through and my vision became clearer, I saw myself in a classroom as a adult male in a white shirt with red suspenders. I seemed to be teaching.
I saw myself with a woman I knew was my wife in that life, a young brunette in a red dress. I thought we had a son a young kid who looked like the one from the elevator. I saw old style cars and had the impression I was in America.

Focusing on important events in my life things became black and white. I saw glimpses of partaking in a war. Standing in a suit holding flowers beside a gravestone, the names on it were obscured, given what I saw later I suspect it was my wife’s grave. I saw myself dancing with a woman who looked like my wife but I wasn’t 100% sure because the clothes were different, fur or winter attire.

Colour returned and I saw my wife lying on the floor of the kitchen. Moments later I was beside her cradling her in my arms, she was bleeding heavily. Looking for a culprit I saw broken windows which I took to mean this harm was inflicted by an outside force. I saw a glimpse of my son in the room his height seemed to flicker from short to tall.
I believed my wife had died. This coincided with the forgiveness section of the meditation, I was feeling great anger, rage and distress and wanted to cry out. I verbally expressed prayer and forgiveness to those who asked for it with difficultly knowing it would include the responsible party for my wife’s death.
I desired forgiveness for failing to protect my wife. Also forgiveness from my son. I also desired forgiveness for failing to protect my students I saw glimpses of a young girl and other children, something was going on and I turned a blind eye to it, I could have intervened. I had thoughts that the fate of my wife in some karmic way may be related to my failure to protect the children; at least my past self had that thought.

I was then alone in a church praying, pleading crying. At first sorrowful but then angry at God for what happened.
Focusing on injuries I saw more flashes of me as a soldier. I was wearing a brodie helmet (suggesting I was taking part in WW1). I then saw myself on a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around my head and right side of the stomach.
Before the meditation closed, I had a sudden glimpse of myself in white clerical robes, maybe a member of the clergy or choir? I seemed happier.

As I left through the door the basement was clearer. I was still past me and saw a wooden bench like those at old railway stations. I saw my young son sitting there and sat down beside him. We each said that we loved each other only then did I exit my past body. I was now looking at the pair of them and though disembodied I shook hands with my other self before leaving and returning to the now.

Though the general events seem clearer than the previous meditation the chronology of events seems messy and unclear to me currently. I also thought I recognised a lot of the people from that life compared to the one before.
 
Lately I've been practising the meditations put online by the group (thank you so much!); I started with the meditation for Protection, Wellness and Prosperity, several times. Then I did the meditation for Harmony, Peace and Hope, which was a very powerful, very deep experience. I found myself in a hyperdimensional space where I could feel clearly and cleanly the presence of other people around me, holding their torches, and I was smiling; this sensation has not yet left me.

A week ago I did the Past Lives Healing Meditation. I managed to enter a state of deep relaxation despite feeling a little nervous about the prospect of having a glimpse of a past life. I’ve always had an attraction to Crete and Greece, and I had made a connection between this and recurring dreams of a house on the tip of a peninsula, a house I felt I knew. I had several different dreams that took place in this house, and also a recurring nightmare (which was treated as part of a therapy about twenty-five years ago and which has since stopped) where I was walking along a path on the edge of a not very high cliff, down a few metres there was a small strip of beach and the sea. In these nightmares, I'd fall off the little cliff into the sand and a huge wave would come and crash over me and I'd drown. I always woke up gasping for air.

Even though these dreams stopped with the therapy, I still think about them often, so that's what I decided to examine with this meditation. For me, the door was very simple, made of light wood, with no frills. I opened it and found myself in the same place of my dreams, except that I was higher up the hill. I could see the little path below, the ocean, a bit further on rocks in the water or small islands, a blue sky. I knew, as in my dreams, that the village was hidden further on, after a bend in the path. I couldn't see anyone around me, the ground beneath my feet was dry and rocky, with clumps of grass and a few low shrubs here and there.

I couldn't remember my name. I was a young woman, my hair was shoulder-length, dark blonde, I was wearing a skirt that reached a little higher than my ankles, a blouse, a cardigan maybe. Light fabrics, white, brown, blue, I was also wearing an apron. I saw my shoes, which were like moccasins, simple, made of leather like suede. I clearly knew I wore some kind of kerchief over my hair. The clothes disturbed me, I thought my dreams were about a more distant time, but during the meditation, the 50s were coming back to me strongly. I could feel that in the house, which I couldn't see even though I knew where it was, there was a young man. I realised he was my husband and I sensed that there was a small child there too, a boy, and maybe a little girl too. I could feel we were good people, I didn't perceive any conflict or problems.

I'm going to spare a few details otherwise this post will be too long and boring. In short, I understood in the last part of the meditation that, as in my nightmares, I had fallen off the small cliff and that a huge wave came and I drowned. But in my dreams I couldn't understand why I couldn't escape from the wave. This time I felt like I'd been injured when I fell, I was lying on my right side on the sand. An immense sorrow came over me, to leave my husband and my children and I wanted to ask them for forgiveness for having abandoned them by dying so young.

I was deeply shaken by this experience, I’ve thought about it every day. I'd always imagined that these vivid dreams could have come from a life spent in Crete or Greece, because of the landscape and my fascination with the embroideries of this region, but that I'd imagined being in the nineteenth century or earlier. So the history of the 50s troubled me. I thought of this huge wave: what if it was a tsunami? I didn't remember there being a tsunami in Greece, but I'm not really versed in these things, so finally yesterday I went and looked on the internet: there was a tsunami on the island of Amorgos, in the Cyclades, in July 1956! I looked for photos of the island, the landscape is the same. And I also looked for photos of the inhabitants of the Greek islands in the 50s: the women wore skirts of the same length, and aprons, and kerchiefs over their hair.

I'm very impressed by this experience, I don't think I've come to terms with it yet, it'll take time, but I feel a strange calm and sadness at the same time. I've never been to Greece and I don't know how I could have imagined all this in such exact detail. Am I crazy? Or did I access the information field and downloaded information that has nothing to do with me? :umm: I'd really like to avoid any kind of wishful thinking in relation to this experience.

Nevertheless, I tend to think that it was really an earlier life and that explains a lot of things, the dreams, the nightmares, also, when I was little, until I was 8 or 9 my mother had to wash my hair in the sink because I couldn't take a shower, I remember perfectly, as soon as the water started to fall on my head I would go into absolute panic and start screaming and crying and struggling to get out of there.

I felt it was important to share this experience because, IMHO, this meditation can be very healing, opening a door to a part of ourselves to which we don't have conscious access and which can hold the keys to explaining certain things in our current lives. But it can be unsettling too, better to follow Laura's advice of leaving time between one session and the next to process everything properly.

Thanks to those who have had the patience to read this far, any feedback would be very welcome 😘.

(I hope my writing is coherent, I've translated it from a mixture of Spanish and French)
 
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