He was wearing a suit-brown pants, a vest, a striped shirt, and a brown jacket. He commented that the lampposts on the street had shades.
He described standing in front of a barbershop on a cobblestone street. I had no idea that I was about to encounter the first-and perhaps the most surprising-lesson I would learn from past-life regression.Īfter I helped John go within himself, I asked him to tell me what he saw, felt, and heard.
In my excitement, I offered to regress him, and he was curious enough to say yes. I then shared my experiences with past-life regression, explaining that what people learn during regression is always perfectly aligned with where they are and provides healing in the most unexpected ways. John told me that he was a single man in his mid-20s who had embarked on a spiritual path a few years before but felt very lonely with no family or friends walking beside him. Something was pushing him to do it, he said it was almost automatic. After reading for just a few minutes, he e-mailed me. When he got home that night, he visited my website. For reasons unbeknownst to him, he kept the card. He picked up the very same copy of the book I’d had in my hands, and my card fell out. So he went to the same Barnes & Noble I had gone to, across the street from his own workplace. He explained that he had gotten the feeling that it was time to read The Nature of Personal Reality again. Months later, after I had completely forgotten about the incident, I received an e-mail from a man named John. My soul recognized the feeling, but my mind could not explain it. There was a sense of something mystical surrounding the words. This thought felt foreign, as if it came from someone else-someone who knew much more than I did. “Whoever buys this book and finds your card will be a very special person”. As I put the book back on the shelf, another thought came up. Still, I reached in my purse, pulled out a card, and tucked it between the pages. However, even I had to admit that this thought made no sense. I had learned not to question such moments of intuition, but to follow them with playful curiosity. The book felt good in my hands when I took it off the shelf then, just as I began to open it, a thought popped into my mind. As I browsed through the shelves in the New Age section, I saw one of my favorites, The Nature of Personal Reality by Jane Roberts. A few years ago, while I was still working as a corporate lawyer, I decided to stop by a Barnes & Noble near my office.
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