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the mind, the soul, the continuation o f lif e afte r death, an d the influenc e of ou r past Many Lives many lives, many masters - dr. brian l. weiss. MANY LIVES,. MANY. MASTERS. THE TRUE. STORY of a prominent psychiatrist , his young patient and the past-life therapy that changed both of their lives. Many Lives, Many Masters. Brian L. Weiss, M.D, to complete my residency in psychiatry. Upon completion, I accepted a faculty position at the University of.
Copyright Bria n L. We are together, to the end of time. My thanks and love go to my children, Jordan and Amy, who forgave me for stealing so much time from them to write this book. I also thank Nicole Paskow for transcribing the audiotapes of the therapy sessions. Julie Rubin's editorial suggestions after reading the first draft of this book were most valuable.
She was the middle child, reared in a conservative Catholic family in a small Massachusetts town. Her brother, born three years earlier than she, was very athletic, and he enjoyed a freedom that she was never allowed.
Her younger sister was the favorite of both parents. When we started to talk about her symptoms, she became noticeably more tense and nervous.
Her speech was rapid, and she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. Her life had always been burdened with fears. She feared water, feared choking to the extent that she could not swallow pills, feared airplanes, feared the dark, and she was terrified of dying. In the recent past, her fears had begun to worsen. In order to feel safe, she often slept in the walk-in closet in her apartment. She suffered two to three hours of insomnia before being able to fall alseep. Once asleep, she would sleep lightly and fitfully, awakening frequently.
The nightmares and sleepwalking episodes that had plagued her childhood were returning. As her fears and symptoms increasingly paralyzed her, she became more and more depressed.
As Catherine continued to talk, I could sense how deeply she was suffering. Over the years I had helped many patients like Catherine through the agonies of their fears, and I felt confident that I could help her, too. I decided we would begin by delving into her childhood, looking for the original sources of her problems. Usually this kind of insight helps to alleviate anxiety. If necessary, and if she could manage to swallow pills, I would offer her some mild anti-anxiety medications to make her more comfortable.
Now I use these medicines much more sparingly and only temporarily, if at all. No medicine can reach the real roots of these symptoms.
My experiences with Catherine and others like her have proved this to me. Now I know there can be cures, not just the suppression or covering-over of symptoms. During the first session, I kept trying to gently nudge her back to her childhood. Because Catherine remembered amazingly few events from her early years, I made a mental note to consider hypnotherapy as a possible shortcut to overcome this repression.
She could not remember any particularly traumatic moments in her childhood that would explain the epidemic of fears in her life.
As she strained and stretched her mind to remember, isolated memory fragments emerged. When she was about five years old, she had panicked when someone had pushed her off a diving board into a swimming pool. She said that even before that incident, however, she had never felt comfortable in water. When Catherine was eleven, her mother had become severely depressed.
These treatments had made it difficult for her mother to remember things. However, Catherine viewed this as an accepted family pattern.
Things were better outside the home. She dated in high school and mixed in easily with her friends, most of whom she had known for many years. However, she found it difficult to trust people, especially those outside her small circle of friends.
Her religion was simple and unquestioned. She was raised to believe in traditional Catholic ideology and practices, and she had never really doubted the truthfulness and validity of her faith.
She believed that if you were a good Catholic and lived properly by observing the faith and its rituals, you would be rewarded by going to heaven; if not, you would experience purgatory or hell.
A patriarchal God and his Son made these final decisions. I later learned that Catherine did not believe in reincarnation; in fact, she knew very little about the concept, although she had read sparingly about the Hindus. Reincarnation was an idea contrary to her upbringing and understanding. She had never read any metaphysical or occult literature, having had no interest in it.
She was secure in her beliefs. After high school, Catherine completed a two-year technical program, emerging as a laboratory technician. She moved to Miami in the spring of , at the age of twenty-one. During her first year in Miami, Catherine met Stuart. On th e way, he saw Catherine drivin g t o he r home, whic h wa s clos e t o tha t hospital , an d impulsivel y 52 52Brian L. Weiss now," h e yelled throug h th e window. Catherine's pani c attack s an d anxiet y wer e increasin g i n frequency and duration.
She began having two recurrent nightmares. In one, a bridge collapsed whil e she was driving acros s it.
Her car plunged int o the water below, and she was trapped and drowning. I n th e secon d dream , sh e wa s trappe d i n a pitch-black room , stumblin g an d fallin g ove r things , unabl e to find a way out.
Finally, she came to see me. At th e tim e o f m y first sessio n wit h Catherine , I ha d n o idea tha t m y lif e wa s abou t t o tur n upsid e down, tha t th e frightened, confused woma n acros s th e des k fro m m e woul d be the catalyst, and that I would never be the same again. T W Chapter O Eighteen month s o f intensiv e psychotherap y passed , wit h Catherine comin g t o se e me once or twic e a week.
Sh e was a good patient, verbal , capabl e o f insights , an d extremel y eage r to get well. During tha t time , w e explore d he r feelings , thoughts, an d dreams. He r recognitio n o f recurren t behavio r pattern s pro vided he r wit h insigh t an d understanding.
Sh e remembere d many more significan t details fro m her past, such a s her mer chant seama n father' s absence s fro m th e hom e an d hi s occa sional violen t outburst s afte r drinkin g to o much. Sh e under stood much more about her turbulent relationshi p with Stuart, and sh e expresse d ange r mor e appropriately. I fel t tha t sh e should hav e bee n muc h improve d b y now.
Patient s almos t always improv e whe n the y remembe r unpleasan t influence s from thei r past , whe n the y lear n t o recogniz e an d correc t maladaptive behavior patterns , and when they develop insigh t and view their problems from a larger, more detached perspective.
But Catherine had not improved. Anxiety an d pani c attack s stil l torture d her. Th e vivi d re current nightmare s continued , an d sh e wa s stil l terrifie d o f the dark, of water , and of bein g closed in. Her slee p was stil l fragmented and unrefreshing.
She was experiencing hear t pal pitations. Sh e continue d t o refus e an y medicines , afrai d o f 23 52 52Brian L. But , wit h my sense of frustratio n came an added sense of determination. Somehow, I was going to help Catherine. And the n a strang e thin g happened. Althoug h sh e wa s in tensely afrai d of flying and ha d t o fortify herself wit h severa l drinks whil e sh e wa s o n th e plane , Catherin e accompanie d Stuart t o a medica l conferenc e i n Chicag p i n th e sprin g o f Whil e there , she pressure d hi m int o visitin g th e Egyp tian exhibi t a t th e ar t museum , wher e the y joine d a guide d tour.
Catherine ha d alway s ha d a n interes t i n ancien t Egyptia n artifacts and reproduction s o f relic s from that period. She was hardly a schola r an d ha d neve r studie d tha t tim e i n history , but somehow the pieces seemed familiar to her.
When th e guid e bega n t o describ e some o f th e artifact s in the exhibit , sh e foun d hersel f correctin g hi m. Th e guid e wa s surprised ; Catherin e wa s stunned. How did she know these things?
Why di d she feel so strongly that she wa s right , s o sur e o f hersel f tha t sh e correcte d th e guide i n public? Perhap s th e memorie s wer e forgotte n fro m her childhood. At he r nex t appointment , sh e told m e wha t ha d happened. Months earlier I had suggeste d hypnosi s to Catherine, but sh e was afrai d an d sh e resisted.
Becaus e of he r experienc e a t th e Egyptian exhibit, she now reluctantly agreed. Hypnosis i s a n excellen t too l t o hel p a patien t remembe r long-forgotten incidents. There i s nothing mysterious abou t it. It i s just a stat e o f focuse d concentration. Unde r th e instruc tion o f a trained hypnotist , the patient's bod y relaxes , causin g the memor y t o sharpen. I ha d hypnotize d hundred s o f pa tients an d ha d foun d i t helpfu l in reducin g anxiety , eliminat - Many Lives, Many Masters 25 ing phobias, changin g ba d habits , an d aidin g i n th e recal l o f repressed material.
O n occasion , I ha d bee n successfu l i n re gressing patients bac k t o thei r earl y childhoods, eve n t o whe n they wer e two or thre e year s old , thu s elicitin g th e memorie s of long-forgotte n trauma s tha t wer e disruptin g thei r lives. I felt confident that hypnosis would help Catherine.
I instructe d Catherin e t o li e o n th e couc h wit h he r eye s slightly closed an d he r hea d restin g on a small pillow. At first we focuse d o n he r breathing. Wit h eac h exhalatio n sh e re leased stored-u p tensio n an d anxiety ; wit h eac h inhalatio n she relaxe d eve n more. Afte r severa l minute s o f this , I tol d her to visualize he r muscle s progressivel y relaxing , beginnin g with her facia l muscles an d jaw , then he r nec k an d shoulders , her arms, back an d stomac h muscles , and finally he r legs.
She felt her entire body sinkin g deepe r an d deepe r int o th e couch. Then I instructe d he r t o visualiz e a brigh t whit e ligh t a t the to p o f he r head , insid e he r body. Late r on , a s I ha d th e light spread slowly down her body, it completely relaxe d every muscle, ever y nerve , ever y organal l o f he r bodybringin g her int o a deepe r an d deepe r stat e o f relaxatio n an d peace.
She fel t sleepie r an d sleepier , mor e an d mor e peacefu l an d calm. Eventually , a t m y instruction , th e ligh t filled he r bod y and surrounded her as well.
I counte d backwar d slowl y fro m te n t o one. Wit h eac h number, sh e entere d a deepe r leve l o f relaxation. He r tranc e state deepened. Sh e wa s abl e t o concentrat e o n m y voic e an d exclude al l backgroun d noises. B y th e coun t o f one , sh e wa s already i n a moderatel y dee p stat e o f hypnosis.
Th e entir e process had taken about twenty minutes. After a whil e I bega n t o regres s her , askin g he r t o recal l memories o f progressivel y earlie r ages. Sh e wa s abl e t o tal k and t o answe r m y question s whil e maintainin g a dee p leve l of hypnosis. Sh e remembere d a traumati c experienc e a t th e 52 52Brian L. Sh e vividl y remembered th e terrifyin g experienc e a t ag e five whe n sh e was pushed fro m a diving boar d int o a pool.
Sh e had gagge d and choke d then , swallowin g som e water , an d whil e talkin g about i t she began t o gag in my office. Th e gagging stopped , an d sh e resume d he r norma l breathing. Sh e was still in a deep trance. At ag e three , th e wors t even t o f al l ha d occurred. Sh e re membered awakenin g i n he r dar k bedroo m an d bein g awar e that he r fathe r wa s i n he r room. H e reeke d o f alcoho l then , and sh e could smel l i t now.
H e touche d he r an d rubbe d her , even "dow n there. She could not breathe. In m y office , on m y couch , twenty-fiv e years later , Catherin e began to sob. I felt that we had the informatio n now , the ke y to th e lock. I wa s sur e tha t he r symptom s woul d improv e quickly an d dramatically. I softl y suggeste d t o he r tha t th e experience wa s over , tha t sh e wa s n o longe r i n he r bedroo m but wa s restin g quietly , stil l i n a trance. Th e sobbin g ended.
I too k her forward in time to her current age. I awakene d he r after I ha d instructe d her , b y posthypnoti c suggestion , t o re member al l tha t sh e had tol d me. We spen t th e remainde r of the sessio n discussin g he r suddenl y vivi d memor y o f th e trauma with her father. I tried to help her accept and integrat e her "new " knowledge.
Sh e no w understoo d he r relationshi p with her father, his reactions to her, his aloofness, and her fear of him.
Sh e wa s stil l shakin g whe n sh e lef t th e office , but I knew th e understandin g sh e ha d gaine d wa s wort h th e mo mentary discomfort. In th e dram a o f uncoverin g he r painfu l an d deepl y re pressed memories , I ha d entirel y forgotte n t o loo k fo r th e possible childhood connectio n t o he r knowledg e o f th e Egyp - Many Lives, Many Masters 27 tian artifacts.
But at least she understood more about her past. She had remembered several terrifying events, and I expected a significan t improvement in her symptoms. Despite this new understanding , th e next week sh e reporte d that he r symptom s remaine d intact , a s sever e a s ever. I wa s surprised. I coul d no t understan d wha t wa s wrong.
Coul d something hav e happene d earlie r tha n ag e three? W e ha d uncovered mor e tha n sufficien t reasons fo r he r fea r o f chok ing, of th e water , o f th e dark , an d o f bein g trapped , an d ye t the piercin g fear s an d symptoms , th e uncontrolle d anxiety , were al l stil l devastatin g he r wakin g moments.
He r night mares wer e a s terrifyin g a s before. I decide d t o regres s he r further. While hypnotized , Catherine spok e in a slow and deliberat e whisper. Becaus e o f this , I wa s abl e t o writ e dow n he r word s verbatim an d hav e quote d Catherin e directly. Th e ellipse s represent pause s i n he r speech , no t deletion s o f word s no r editing o n m y part. However , som e o f th e materia l tha t i s repetitious is not included here.
Slowly, I too k Catherin e bac k t o th e ag e o f two , bu t sh e recalled n o significan t memories. I instructe d he r firmly an d clearly: "G o bac k t o th e tim e fro m whic h you r symptom s arise.
Ther e ar e n o doorways. I'm wearing a long dress. My hair is braided, long blond hair. I wasn' t sur e wha t wa s happening. I am eighteen. I se e a marketplac e i n fron t o f th e building. There ar e baskets. Yo u carr y th e baskets o n you r shoul ders.
We liv e i n a valley. Ther e i s n o water. Th e yea r is B. The area is barren, hot, and sandy. There i s a well, 52 52Brian L. Water come s int o th e valle y fro m th e mountains. I see a fire with cooking. My hair i s blond. I'm wearin g a long, coarse brown dres s an d sandals. I a m twenty-five. I hav e a gir l chil d whos e nam e i s Cleastra. She' s Rachel. My stomach knotted, and th e roo m fel t cold. Her visualization s an d recal l seeme d s o definite.
She wa s no t at al l tentative. Names , dates , clothes , treesall see n vividly! What wa s going on here? I was even more confused. I ha d examine d thousands o f psychiatri c patients , man y unde r hypnosis , an d I ha d never come across fantasies like this beforenot even i n dreams. I wasn' t sur e ho w t o intervie w someon e i n th e middle of suc h a n explici t fantas y o r memory?
The event s aroun d th e tim e o f deat h coul d b e particularly traumatic. Apparentl y a flood or tida l wav e wa s devastating the village. There's no place to run. It's cold; the water is cold. I have to save my baby, but I canno t. I drown ; th e wate r chokes me. I can' t breathe , can' t swallo w.
Suddenl y he r bod y relaxe d com pletely, and her breathing became deep and even. An d other s from my village. I see my brother. Sh e was still i n a Many Lives, Many Masters 29 deep trance. I wa s stunned! Previou s lifetimes? Reincarna tion? M y clinica l min d tol d m e tha t sh e wa s no t fantasizin g this material , tha t sh e was no t makin g this up. He r thoughts , her expressions , th e attentio n t o particula r details , al l wer e different from her consciou s state.
The whol e gamut o f possi ble psychiatri c diagnose s flashed throug h m y mind , bu t he r psychiatric stat e an d he r characte r structur e di d no t explai n these revelations. No , sh e ha d neve r ha d an y evidence o f a cognitiv e o r thinkin g disorder.
Sh e ha d neve r experienced an y auditor y hallucination s o f hearin g voices , visual hallucinations or visions while awake, or any other type of psychotic episodes. She was not delusional, no r was she out of touc h wit h reality. Sh e di d no t hav e multipl e o r spli t per sonalities. Ther e wa s onl y on e Catherine , an d he r consciou s mind was totally aware of this. She had no sociopathic or anti social tendencies.
She was not an actress. She did not use drugs, nor did she ingest hallucinogenic substances. He r us e of alco hol was minimal. She had no neurological or psychological ill nesses tha t coul d explai n thi s vivid , immediat e experienc e while hypnotized.
These wer e memorie s o f som e sort , bu t fro m where? M y gut reaction wa s that I ha d stumble d upo n somethin g I kne w very littl e aboutreincarnatio n an d past-lif e memories. I t couldn't be , I tol d myself ; m y scientificall y traine d min d re sisted it. Ye t her e i t was , happenin g righ t befor e m y eyes. I couldn't explain it , but I couldn' t deny the realit y o f i t either.
I have dark hai r wit h gray i n it. It's [ A. I a m Spanish. My nam e i s Louisa an d I' m fifty-six. I'm danc ing; other s ar e dancing, too. Lot s o f peopl e ar e sick ; peopl e ar e dying. Man y die. Apparently, while hypnotized, Catherine could censor some of the memories she transmitted back to me.
Since Catherine ha d recognize d he r niece in a n ancien t lifetime, I impulsivel y aske d he r i f I wa s presen t i n an y o f he r lifetimes. I wa s curious abou t m y role , i f any , i n he r remem brances.
Sh e responde d quickly , i n contras t t o th e previou s very slow and deliberate recall.
Yo u teac h u s from books. You'r e wearin g a white dres s [toga ] wit h gol d trim. You r nam e i s Diog enes. You teac h u s symbols, triangles. Yo u ar e ver y wise , bu t I don' t understand. The name was not an uncommon one. The first session ha d ended. Eve n mor e amazin g one s were yet to come. After Catherine left , and over the nex t several days , I pon dered the details of th e hypnoti c regression.
It wa s natura l fo r me t o ponder. Ver y fe w detail s emergin g fro m eve n a "nor mal" therap y hou r escape d m y obsessiv e menta l analysis , an d this sessio n wa s hardl y "normal. Afte r all, th e logica l par t of me ruminated, this could be her fantasy.
I wouldn't actuall y Many Lives, Many Masters 31 be able t o prove an y of he r assertion s or visualizations. Bu t I was also aware, althoug h muc h mor e dimly , o f a furthe r and less emotional thought. Keep an open mind, the thought said ; true scienc e begins wit h observation.
He r "memories " migh t not b e fantas y o r imagination. Ther e migh t b e somethin g more than meets the eyeo r any of th e othe r senses. Keep an open mind. Get more data. I ha d another naggin g thought. Would Catherine , prone t o anxieties and fears to begin with, be too frightened to underg o hypnosis again? Le t he r diges t th e experience, too. I would wait until next week. Beautifu l to begi n with , sh e wa s mor e radiant tha n ever.
Sh e happil y announce d tha t he r lifelon g fear of drownin g ha d disappeared. He r fear s of chokin g wer e somewhat diminished. Her slee p was no longer interrupte d by the nightmar e o f a collapsin g bridge. Althoug h sh e ha d re membered th e detail s o f he r past-lif e recall , sh e ha d no t ye t truly integrated the material. The concept s o f pas t live s an d reincarnatio n wer e alie n t o her cosmology, an d yet he r memories were so vivid, the sight s and sound s an d smell s s o clear , th e knowledg e tha t sh e wa s there s o powerful and immediate , tha t sh e fel t sh e must hav e actually bee n there.
Sh e di d no t doub t this ; th e experienc e was so overwhelming. Ye t sh e was concerned abou t ho w thi s fit in with her upbringing and her beliefs.
During th e week I had reviewe d m y textbook fro m a comparative religion s cours e take n durin g m y freshma n yea r a t Columbia. Ther e wer e indee d reference s t o reincarnatio n i n the Ol d an d th e Ne w Testaments.
Th e Secon d Counci l o f Constantinople , meeting i n A. Apparently , the y though t this concept woul d weake n th e growin g powe r o f th e Churc h by giving human s to o muc h tim e t o see k thei r salvation.
Ye t the origina l reference s ha d bee n there ; th e earl y Churc h fa thers had accepte d th e concep t o f reincarnation.
Th e earl y GnosticsClement o f Alexandria , Origen , Sain t Jerome , an d many othersbelieve d tha t the y ha d live d befor e an d woul d again.
I, however, had neve r believe d i n reincarnation. Actually , I had neve r really spent much time thinking abou t it.
Although my earlier religiou s training taught abou t som e kind o f vagu e existence of th e "soul " afte r death, I was not convince d abou t this concept.
I wa s th e oldes t o f fou r children , al l space d thre e year s apart.
W e belonge d t o a conservativ e Jewis h synagogu e i n Red Bank , a small tow n nea r th e New Jerse y seashore. I wa s the peacemake r an d statesma n i n m y family. M y fathe r wa s more involved with religio n than the rest of u s were.
He too k it very seriously, as he took al l of life. His children's academi c achievements wer e th e greates t joy s in hi s life. He wa s easil y upset b y household discor d an d woul d withdraw , leavin g m e to mediate. Although thi s turned ou t t o b e excellen t prepara tory trainin g fo r a caree r i n psychiatry , m y childhoo d wa s heavier an d more responsible than, in retrospect, I would hav e preferred.
I emerged fro m it as a very serious young man, one who got used to taking on too much responsibility. My mothe r wa s alway s expressin g he r love. N o boundar y stood i n he r way. A simple r perso n tha n m y father , she use d guilt, martyrdom, terminal embarrassment, an d vicarious identification with her children a s manipulative tools, all without a Many Lives, Many Masters second 37 thought.
Ye t sh e wa s rarely gloomy, an d w e could al ways count on her love and support. My fathe r ha d a goo d jo b a s a n industria l photographer , and although w e alway s ha d plent y o f food , money wa s very tight. M y youngest brother , Peter , wa s born whe n I wa s nine.
We ha d t o divid e si x peopl e int o ou r smal l two-bedroo m garden apartment. I read endlessly whe n no t playin g baseball o r basketball , m y othe r childhoo d passions. I kne w that educatio n wa s m y pat h ou t o f th e smal l town , comfortable as it was, and I was always first or second in my class. By the tim e I receive d a full scholarship t o Columbi a Uni versity, I wa s a seriou s an d studiou s youn g man.
Academi c success continued t o com e easily. I majore d i n chemistr y an d was graduated wit h honors. I decided to become a psychiatrist because the field combined m y interes t i n scienc e and my fascination with th e workings o f th e huma n mind. In addition , a career i n medicin e woul d allo w m e t o expres s m y concer n and compassion fo r other people. In the meantime , I ha d me t Carole during a summer vacation at a Catskill Mountain hote l where I wa s workin g a s a busbo y an d sh e wa s a guest.
W e both experience d a n immediat e attractio n t o each other an d a strong sens e o f familiarit y an d comfort. W e corresponded , dated, fel l i n love , an d wer e engage d b y m y junio r yea r a t Columbia. Sh e wa s bot h brigh t an d beautiful. Everythin g seemed t o be falling into place. Fe w young me n worr y abou t life and death an d lif e after death, especially whe n thing s ar e flowing smoothly, an d I wa s n o exception.
I wa s becomin g a scientist an d learnin g t o thin k i n a logical , dispassionate , "prove-it" kind of way. Medical schoo l an d residenc y a t Yal e Universit y furthe r 52 52Brian L. M y researc h thesi s wa s o n brain chemistr y an d th e rol e o f neurotransmitters , whic h at e chemical messengers in the brain tissue. I joine d th e ne w bree d o f biologica l psychiatrists , thos e merging th e traditiona l psychiatri c theorie s an d technique s with the new science of brai n chemistry.
I wrote many scienti fic papers, lecture d a t loca l an d nationa l conferences , and be came quite a hotshot in my field. I was a bit obsessive, intense, and inflexible , bu t thes e wer e usefu l trait s i n a physician. I felt totally prepare d t o treat an y person wh o walke d int o m y office for therapy. Then Catherine became Aronda, a young girl who had lived in 3 B. An d her e sh e was again, happier than I had ever seen her. I agai n worried tha t Catherine might b e afrai d to continue.
However, sh e eagerl y prepare d fo r th e hypnosi s an d wen t under quickly. Thi s i s a ceremony. My hair is blond an d braided. I'm wearin g a brown dress wit h gold , an d sandals. Somebod y ha s died , somebod y in the Royal House. I a m a servant with th e Royal House, and I hel p with the food.
We pu t th e bodie s i n brine for thirty days. They dry out and the parts are taken out. I can smell it, smell the bodies. We are wrapping bodies. The soul passes on. You take your belonging s wit h you , t o b e prepare d fo r th e nex t an d greater life. In that religion, you could take it with you. Many Lives, Many Masters 39 She lef t th e lifetim e an d rested. Sh e pause d fo r severa l minutes before entering an apparently ancient time.
Later sh e described wha t sh e ha d see n of her self. My hair i s brown wit h a cloth o n it. The cart ha s straw i n it. I'm happy. My father is there. He' s hugging me. He' s m y father. We liv e i n a valley wit h trees. There ar e oliv e an d fig trees i n th e yard. Peopl e writ e o n papers. Ther e ar e funn y marks o n them , lik e letters. Peopl e ar e writin g al l day , mak ing a library.
The lan d i s barren. M y father' s name is Perseus. I took her ahead in time, staying in that lifetime. Yo u an d h e tal k about crops, law, and government. H e says you are very smart and I shoul d liste n t o you. He' s ol d an d sick. It' s cold. I fee l s o empty. My daughter i s there, nea r m y bed. My husband i s alread y dead. M y daughter's husban d i s there, and their children.
There are many people around. Sh e wa s floating. Float ing? Raymon d Moody' s studie s o f victims o f near-deat h experiences. Hi s subject s als o remem bered floating, the n bein g pulle d bac k t o thei r bodies. I ha d read his book several years previously an d now made a mental note to reread it.
I wondered if Catherine could remembe r any- 52 52Brian L. With a new insatiabl e hunger fo r any scientifi c papers tha t had bee n publishe d o n reincarnation , I hunte d throug h th e medical libraries.
I studie d th e works of Ia n Stevenson , M. Stevenso n ha s collecte d ove r tw o thousan d ex amples o f childre n wit h reincarnation-typ e memorie s an d ex periences. Man y exhibite d xenoglossy , th e abilit y t o spea k a foreign languag e t o whic h the y wer e neve r exposed. Hi s case reports ar e carefull y complete , well-researched , an d trul y re markable. I rea d a n excellen t scientifi c overvie w b y Edga r Mitchell.
Ducass e o f Brown University , an d I intentl y analyze d th e studie s o f Dr. Martin Ebon , Dr. Hele n Wambach , Dr. Gertrude Schmeidler , Dr. Frederic k Lenz , and Dr. Edith Fiore. The mor e I read , the more I wante d t o read.
I bega n t o realiz e tha t eve n thoug h I ha d considere d mysel f wel l educate d abou t ever y dimensio n of th e mind , m y educatio n ha d bee n ver y limited. Ther e ar e libraries filled wit h thi s researc h an d literature , an d fe w peo ple kno w about it. Much of thi s research was conducted, verified, an d replicated by reputable clinicians and scientists. Could they al l b e mistaken o r deceived? Th e evidenc e seeme d t o b e overwhelmingly supportive , yet I still doubted.
Overwhelmin g or not, I found it difficult to believe. Both Catherin e an d I , i n ou r ow n ways , ha d alread y bee n profoundly affecte d by the experience. Catherin e wa s improv ing emotionally , an d I wa s expandin g th e horizon s o f m y mind. Catherin e ha d bee n tormente d b y he r fear s fo r man y years an d wa s finally feelin g som e relief.
Whethe r throug h Many Lives, Many Masters 41 actual memorie s or vivi d fantasies , I ha d foun d a way to hel p her, and I was not going to stop now. For a brief momen t I thought abou t all of thi s as Catherine drifted into a trance at the beginning of th e nex t session.
Prior to th e hypnoti c induction , sh e ha d relate d a drea m abou t a game bein g playe d o n ol d ston e steps , a gam e playe d wit h a checkerboar d wit h hole s i n it. Th e drea m ha d seeme d es pecially vivi d t o her. M y clothe s ar e short , brow n an d white, mad e fro m anima l skins. The y ar e dirty.
The y pla y a game, lik e checkers, but not. The boar d i s round , no t square. They pla y wit h sharp , daggerlik e pieces , whic h fit int o th e holes.
The pieces have anima l head s on them. Kirusta n [pho netic spelling ] Territory? Fro m th e Netherlands , aroun d Ther e i s a fortres s. My name is Johan. A t thi s poin t i n ou r ses sions, I wa s stil l lookin g fo r th e singl e overwhelmin g trau matic event tha t coul d eithe r caus e or explai n he r current-lif e symptoms.
Eve n i f thes e remarkabl y explici t visualization s were fantasies, and I wa s unsure of this , what sh e believe d o r thought could still underlie her symptoms.
After all, I had seen people traumatize d b y thei r dreams. Som e coul d no t remem ber whethe r a childhoo d traum a actuall y happene d o r oc - 52 52Brian L. What I di d no t ye t full y appreciat e wa s tha t th e stead y day-in an d day-ou t poundin g o f underminin g influences , such as a parent' s scathin g criticisms , coul d caus e eve n mor e psy chological traum a tha n a singl e traumati c event. Thes e dam aging influences , becaus e the y blen d int o th e everyda y back ground o f ou r lives , are even mor e difficul t to remembe r an d exorcise.
A constantl y criticize d chil d ca n los e a s muc h confidence an d self-estee m a s on e wh o remember s bein g humili ated o n on e particular , horrifyin g day. A chil d whos e famil y is impoverishe d an d ha s ver y littl e foo d availabl e o n a day to-day basis might eventually suffer from the same psychological problems as a child who experienced on e major episode of accidental near-starvation.
I would soon realize that the day-in and day-out pounding o f negativ e forces had t o be recognize d and resolved with as much attention a s that paid t o the single , overwhelmingly traumatic event.
Catherine began to speak. Providenc e area. We hav e weapons , spears , slings , bow s an d arrows , bu t bigger.