Hi Kristina,

This email is a long time coming, lol.  I often meant to send you a message, but then didn't for whatever reason. It took a number of weeks to process my two past-life regressions - not in a negative way, but it was uncanny how natural and logical that information felt.

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To recap my session:

First past life: I was a single woman living alone in a forest, which seemed to be somewhere in the UK in the 1200s. I had been excommunicated from my village because I knew about hygiene, and I was trying to get people to use soap. My family was healthier than the others, so people were getting suspicious. I agreed to leave town to protect my younger siblings and mother. I felt like my current mother was my mother, and my siblings were my older son and youngest daughter. I had overwhelming feelings of loneliness while remembering this life. But, it seemed to correlate with an interest I've had in natural health and herbs, and gardening, for many years. I also learned how to make soap in 2018, and this is my favourite hobby. I have had a recurring feeling of "aloneness" and that I have to do everything by myself for my whole life, even as a child, which was very prevalent in the memory of this past life. 

Second past life:

I was an indigenous woman living somewhere in Canada on a coast in the 1000s or 1100s. I had assumed it was the west coast, but after talking to my husband that night, the east coast seemed to resonate more ... more below. I had been recently widowed, and was happy to be on my own. I had two young children, who seemed to be my younger son and youngest daughter. My husband in that life was my older son. I hadn't wanted to marry him, and I really despised him, but I felt forced to marry him by my parents. His personality was similar to a "frat boy", and he was constantly showing off and spending time with his buddies. He died showing off in a hunting accident. However, I recognized I was consumed by resentment and spent all my time wishing he would die. Even after he died, I still resented my parents and others who controlled the community, and I refused to be kind to anyone except my children. I remember feeling like I was not a nice person.

One day, a group of raiders came and attacked our hunting camp. I saw men piling out of small boats wearing leather pants with body paint. I was killed by one of the men with an axe to my back. I believe it was to my right shoulder near my heart. (I have had chronic right shoulder pain since my early 20s. It has gotten a bit better, but I'm not sure if that is just from not sitting at a desk all day anymore.) When I shared this with my husband, he reminded me of an experience he had about 15 years ago.  In one session, he went into a regression (I think by accident) where he remembered being a Viking in a settlement in Newfoundland or somewhere on the east coast. He had a vivid memory of killing me, and having an overwhelming feeling of not wanting to kill me, but that his commander was forcing him to do it. He felt that we made a contract at that time that we would be together at another time, and that I forgave him for killing me. But, that experience really disturbed him, and he never told me all these details. Anyway, what he described seemed to check out with what I saw and felt. 

Another interesting aspect of this regression is the prominent role my son played as my husband.  I've been considering if the three of us have been working out some old patterns during this life. This awareness practice has been the most uncomfortable since my session, but I'm trying to improve ... maybe not always succeeding ...

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So, that's the summary of my past few months!

Thank you so much for the changes you have facilitated in my life so far. I finally feel ready to keep going. :)

Emily, ON