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You Can See Forever
by Cornelia Amiri   
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Last edited: Sunday, February 18, 2007
Posted: Wednesday, April 30, 2003

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You Can See Foreverby Cornelia AmiriRecently, I took part in a past life regression class. My interest was hidden by an outward, why not attitude. I didn't believe that I had a past life. My eyes were soon closed and my mind opened.Nine participants and I laid back on pillows and blankets. Our Instructor turned off the lights and guided us deeper and deeper. With every breath we became more and more relaxed. I saw the outline of a white light which encircled me then expanded into a luminous oval. A bright golden light glowed in my chest and heat penetrated every pore of my body. When the golden light and the white light merged, the instructor counted backwards from ten. When he reached one, we were at the past life regression center. Then he took us to a former life when he counted from three to one.My mind traveled to a previous life in Alexandria. I wore a long, loose brown dress that brushed against my skin. My big brother was smiling at me. I was protected and loved. We were a family of 12 children, but no parents. We worked together gathering tied bundles of wood to use for thatch. It was fun. In the most joyful moment of that life, I was dancing. I felt incredible movements as I leapt and twirled, but I didn't recognize the style of dance. I died in that life in a tiny, one room house. I was lying in bed, sick with chills and throwing up. My husband, whom I felt was much older than me, held my hand. Even though I was sick my focus was on the peace and love I felt with him beside me. I died with a tender feeling of being cherished and protected. My purpose in that life was to learn how to care for others.We came out of the meditation, discussed our experiences, then we regressed again. We traveled back to a life where we had each experienced a great love. I tried to see the letters of the city I lived in, but all I could see was ga. When I looked at my feet I saw dark brown leather shoes shaped like loafers. My dress was a long blue and white print. It was tight in the waist, shoulders, and hips. My husband was hugging me. He was tall with red hair and wore brown and red clothing of the medieval period. An inner glow of warmth filled me as I lay back in his arms. In the most important moment of that life I was in the hall of a castle. It wasn't my castle, but we lived there. I had known the people that were around me all my life, they were good friends. A crowd formed around two men that were brawling. One of them was my husband. He was killed in the fray. Next, I was in church, dressed in black. I couldn't take my eyes off my husband's coffin. The priest stood over me, chanting, trying to comfort me. I heard a church bell ring. I concentrated on the sound to try to remember that I was in a chapel. I wanted someone to kill me, right there in the church, so I would be buried with my husband. I knew that was wrong, but I couldn't leave him. I was mad with grief. The same three women that had been at my side during the fight were there. These dear friends held me back and tried to calm me. My purpose in that life was to learn to let go of loved ones and to go on with life.When I came out of the meditation and shared my experiences with the group, I was shocked at how much I had learned. I had begun the past life regression class wondering if I would discover anything. Now I wondered if there was any limit to what I would discover. 

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