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My memories from another life during regression (past life) therapy.

Updated on June 25, 2012

Curiosity about my past lives.

Many years ago when I was thinking of becoming a complementary therapist I decided to go to a hypnotherapist for regression therapy, which is perhaps better known as past life therapy. I didn't think I particularly had any sort of problem to clear at that time, I was just curious and the secret life of the subconscious mind fascinated me.

But like most of us I had a natural nervousness as to what would happen. I had never had hypnosis before and it was that that made me more anxious than what any past life might reveal.

What the experience did reveal led me not only to train as a hypnotherapist but also to access what apparently were many of the lives I had lived before. These other life memories were always helpful to my present life, giving me insights into whatever life problem I was living with at the time.

The wet cobblestones where my memory opened to the past ...
The wet cobblestones where my memory opened to the past ... | Source
Today York still bustles with same activity as it has for hundreds of years.
Today York still bustles with same activity as it has for hundreds of years. | Source
Could this have been the Gilded Lily?
Could this have been the Gilded Lily? | Source

A past life in the city of York.

That first session of regression therapy was a long time ago now but it left an indelible imprint on my conscious memory and most of that event is still extremely clear.

It was the inconsequential that hit me first of all as I lay on the therapist’s couch listening to her talk me down into hypnosis. Despite being brought up in Yorkshire I found myself becoming aware of the therapist's Yorkshire accent.

It was not a broad accent but inexplicably I found myself getting annoyed by it. I said nothing, out of natural politeness, I thought. But was it that?

Then, despite being a complete novice, I felt sure that I was not in a deep enough trance. It was obviously not working. I remember a panicked thinking 'I'm not in deep enough, I'm not hypnotised enough, I must tell her'.

Again I found myself saying nothing and it was at that moment that realisation hit me and all my preconceptions faded away. I knew then that I was actually unable to say anything because everything was working just as it should do.

Something was very gently insisting that I let go of my bossy conscious mind and just 'go with the flow'. As soon as I let go of my conscious need to try to control my situation my subconscious took over.

A past life appears ...

Under the therapist’s questioning the first picture that came to my mind was difficult to understand and seemed to make little sense. It was dark, nighttime, and all I could see were shiny, wet cobblestones beneath my hands.

It was raining lightly but I was dry, wrapped in a brown woollen cloak. Someone passed by and scattered a few copper pennies on the ground in front of me and, because I was down there on the floor, I gathered them up. I felt that I was waiting for something, waiting and waiting. It is a feeling I still get sometimes.

Who was I?

At this point, because I was asked if I remembered my name in that life and I answered ‘Dora’, I was suddenly transported back by the name to a life on a farm as a healthy looking girl in early teenage. I was remembering Dora’s earlier life.

I knew I had a brother and he felt familiar to me, as if he was my brother in my current modern life. This part of my remembrance is no longer clear and I do not want to supply this narrative with suppositions as to why I apparently left the farm to find work in the city of York.

I have a vague theory but as it is not a clear memory I will not share it. The memory of the journey from the farm to the city on a farm cart are clear however and as I was smiling it would seem that I was happy with the decision. I was going to work at an inn strikingly called The Gilded Lily and in my mind's eye I can still see the golden Fleur de Lis on the hanging sign outside.

I seemed to have worked as a barmaid which also meant that I also did cleaning jobs such as scrubbing the floors and it was from this floor level vantage point that I got an idea of the time in which I, as Dora, was living.

I saw shoes with large buckles on them and looking up I was aware of the tricorn hats of the men trying to get past me as I cleaned the flagstones in the passageway that led to the bar. I was living in the 1700's but I cannot remember if I was aware of an exact date at this late stage.

My memories were presented to me in vignettes rather like old sepia photographs with soft focus edges. The main drama of the snapshot however was always central and crystal clear.

Black Jack?
Black Jack? | Source
Did I stumble back to the Gilded Lily down these darkened streets?
Did I stumble back to the Gilded Lily down these darkened streets? | Source

Remembrance of a lost love.

The next significant image offered by my subconscious was of a man on horseback laughing down at me in a narrow, crowded street, and I, looking up at him, am laughing back.

This was Black Jack, who everyone knows is a highwayman but for whom they turn a blind eye. Although whether that is because he is a loveable rogue or something altogether more dangerous I do not know.

It would seem that I am one of his paramours and I believe I was considered to be pretty, my skin as yet unblemished by any pox.

My subconscious did not allow for any remembered intimacies but I understood the facts of our liaison by that one scene even though I am under no illusions that I am his only woman.

Black Jack ‘felt' very familiar to me and although there is little facial resemblance I believed him to be my current husband in my modern life. There was something very reminiscent about his 'devil may care' attitude.

A distant vow kept in the present life.

Then I was back on the wet cobbles waiting for something, something I dreaded. As the day eventually dawned I watched myself, as Dora, scramble up onto something to get a better view of a gallows and across the heads of the crowd I saw Black Jack hanged.

He wore a white shirt and appeared brave but it was an untimely death. I do not remember my reaction to the sight of the hanging but I remember wailing in grief to some shadowy figure who may have been comforting me that 'I'll never love anyone else like I loved him'.

It is my firm belief that this phrase, uttered in the extreme distress of another life, may have programmed my subconscious as, in my current life, I left my first husband and everything I had to live with this man, a modern day version of Black Jack.

This version of Black Jack was literally a bit of a ‘jack the lad’ too, a man with whom I should have had absolutely nothing in common but whom I felt I had known all my life. A man I believed at the time to be the love of my life, a man who also died far too early at the age of 45.

This single event, more than anything, has made me wary of self-talk and gradually I have become able to watch what I say to myself when emotional. The subconscious is always awake to messages and it always likes to oblige ... but it can be devastatingly literal.

Dora's sad demise.

Finally, as the therapist prompted me forward to the 'next significant event' in this life, the bleakness of the rest of my life in the 1700's was revealed. I had aged swiftly as was customary for the poor at that time and had been relegated to doing the laundry out in the backyard where my unsightly appearance would not be seen by the customers.

I had obviously never married and my wholesome looks had faded. I had missing teeth and my hair was grey and sticking out frizzily at all angles from under my cap. Presumably I became too frail to work so I was thrown out on the streets to fend for myself.

It seemed to me that I died of cold and starvation in a narrow alleyway beside the inn but strangely, this was not a painful memory. It simply seemed to be more of a fact, a scene remembered and shrugged away. I had the impression that I was aged around forty and must have lived a long time with my grief.

Should I have traced this past life?

Of course to many people this may seem a fanciful recollection.To that all I can say is that I am only describing an experience and it all seemed very real to me.

Perhaps many of you think that this is something I read in a book at some time and, being brutally honest, I cannot guarantee that this is not so, though the details of the Gilded Lily in York sound somehow too specific to me.

I am sure that many of you will wonder why I didn't try to trace the Gilded Lily or Black Jack to prove that I had lived before and whilst it is true that I thought about doing that, it just didn't seem that important to me.

It may seem inexplicable to others that I would not try to substantiate a previous existence but I have found that vindication is rarely important in past life therapy.

Rather there is simply a sort of acceptance of the situation shown as if it is known deep in the subconscious that what has been allowed to surface to the conscious mind has been beneficial. It needed to be looked at, acknowledged and accepted before the subject could move on with life.

Did my past life experience help me?

Yes, it did. Very much so. It explained why I had made the painful and apparently irrational decision to leave a safe and loving marriage for life with a somewhat wild and unpredictable man.

At the time of remembering this past life the thought that this decision may have been somewhat out of my control comforted me and although I always bitterly regretted the pain it caused the other people I loved, it was a relationship that endured until his death.

And now, hopefully, Black Jack and I have achieved some sort of closure and can go our separate ways in our future lives. Because this was not the only life in which we had met ...


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    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      9 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      Hi Tori, many thanks for commenting. It is fascinating that you have these apparently inexplicable thoughts and of course, you are not going crazy. :) And you are obviously far from being alone in this.

      The jury on PLR is still out on whether or not it exists. Some scientists believe, like Jung did, in a collective unconscious that we all tap into, others that we really have lived before as other people. The one thing most people agree on is that it is an,as yet, unexplained phenomena.

      I have discovered two things, a) that you don't have to believe in PLR for it to help solve present day problems and b) that people are amazed by what they 'remember' when they experience PLR, even the most 'resistant' ones.

      Although a lot of St Andrewsgate is now new housing, quite a few of its eighteenth century buildings do survive, as well as the tiny church of St Andrews, fortunately.

      It could be that 'Lucy' is trying to tell you something of benefit ... I would be intrigued to find out what it was if I were you!

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      9 years ago

      I feel strangely connnected to england as a whole and always have, I have always thought my name should have been something like lucy or lucille. I have been doing geneology work and traced my family back to a place in York called St Andrewsgate. Naturally I was curious so I googled it, as soon as I saw the pictures I felt I had been there before it all looked so familiar. My ancestresses name was Lucy oddly enough and was born in st andrewsgate in the 1840's. Ive always belived in PLR but know that Im thinking it's happening to me I feel crazy! lol Somebody please tell me I'm not alone.

    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      9 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      Many thanks for your comment, Riviera Rose ... and the follow.

      I'm not sure that you can manipulate what you see in hypnosis ... I know that you can withhold information to the hypnotherapist if they don't ask the exact question. It is very difficult to be precise with questions when one is the therapist but as long as the subject acknowledges what the subconscious is showing them that is usually enough to clear the presenting problem.

      I'm not sure that my memories were especially vivid ... it was like 'looking through a glass darkly' ... but because I needed very much to explain to my conscious self why I was with this man my subconscious showed me a reason. I don't know if it was a past life ... I know it wasn't a film I had seen as the tumultuous emotions were real enough. Whatever it was it helped me move on with my life ...

      Perhaps your past life memories do not seem so vivid as you are a more well-balanced person than I was/am? :)

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      Riviera Rose 

      9 years ago from South of France

      Have always been fascinated by the theories of reincarnation and karma, and loved your personal experience. I've been regressed once but I wonder now if I didn't manipulate my own memories, they weren't anything like as vivid as yours! Voted up and awesome.

    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      9 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      Hi JamaGenee - thanks for taking the time to comment on this hub. I was particularly taken by the fact that the 'soft focus' effect tallied with yours and also that we were unable to manipulate outcomes.

      When I was a practising clinical hypnotherapist one of the things that struck me when working with clients under regression was the fact that everything seemed so 'normal' to them despite the slightly bizarre aspect of the whole premise. Some even got slightly condescending with me if I queried some of the things they saw ... as if it was so much the norm I should know it.

      PLT has not just explained why I was with my previous husband until his death, but it has also explained why my relationship with my daughter has occasionally been difficult and why I was over-protective of my son. I must write those up some day.

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      Joanna McKenna 

      9 years ago from Central Oklahoma

      Although much as I'd like to be, I've never been regressed but have often had "flashbacks" and recurring dreams that can only be memories from past lives (plural).

      Your statement that "memories were presented to me in vignettes rather like old sepia photographs with soft focus edges" agrees with my experiences. That true past life memories are like the final print of a movie in that the scenes cannot be changed in any way or the movements or speeches of the actors manipulated. If you think it might be a past life memory but you can change what's said or the outcome, then it's more likely only dream or daydream.

      It's wonderful that visiting that life in York explained your attraction to a life mate who by other standards was "all wrong" for you. Having glimpses of my own past lives explained many issues that once puzzled me.

      Now I'm off to find a copy of "House on the Strand"! ;D

    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      9 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      House on the Strand? Absolutely! Loved it ... and have just reread it recently.

      Like you, I suspect that your recurring dreams are something past life or inherited memory and they are needing to be brought into the cold light of day to be acknowledged and so released.

      Nice to see you here ... I always appreciate your comments.

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      Amanda Severn 

      9 years ago from UK

      I've never had regression therapy myself, but I have had recurring dreams, and flashes of memory that seem to relate to earlier lives. It's a very interesting subject area, and not one to be dismissed too lightly. You've described this all so beautifully. Have you read Daphne du Mauriers's 'House on the Strand' BTW?

    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      9 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      Hi CMHypno - its a tantalising thought! Having lived near York for most of my life I have seen the cell where they kept highwaymen in what is now a museum. It is strange though ... they hung them at what is now the racecourse but my memory seemed to imply that it was in an area we now call the Eye of York which is at the foot of Clifford's Tower.

      Guess we'll never know ... many thanks for stopping by.

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      9 years ago from Other Side of the Sun

      Fascinating regression memories Angie. There was a famous highwayman called John Nevison who was hanged in York in 1684 -and Jack is often used as a shortening of John?

    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      10 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      Thanks for the kind comment, Jeannie.

      Your dream could certainly be a past life ... if it starts to be recurring and/or a nuisance it might be an idea to get regressed and have it out into the open. Once 'acknowledged' things would settle down. The past lives I have uncovered for myself and others usually involved traumatic death or some sort of deeply emotional trauma at the very least which is presumably why there appears to be this imprinted memory of it.

      I'm sure we will never know for certain about these things but as I see it if the therapy helps, which it most certainly does, it really doesn't matter whether it is 'true' or not.

      All the best ...

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      Jeannie Marie 

      10 years ago from Baltimore, MD

      Hi Angie!

      I had a dream one time that was so vivid, I wondered if it was from a past life. I believe I was hispanic, which is odd considering I have never been able to learn Spanish. I believe I was murdered at the end of the dream. Not the most pleasant past life if any of it were true. Just thought I would share. : )

      This is a really cool hub, by the way.


    • Angie Jardine profile imageAUTHOR

      Angie Jardine 

      10 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

      Sharyn! How lovely of you! Thank you ...

      This hub is a totally truthful experience ... I may share later some of the other lives I have accessed ... lives that have always told me something about how I function in this present life.

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      Sharon Smith 

      10 years ago from Northeast Ohio USA

      Hi Angie,

      I love your stories and this one is no exception. You have a way of writing that makes me feel as if I was truly there with you. Your descriptions are quite intriguing and keep me reading and wanting more. UP/AWESOME



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