Meditation Turns into Past Life Regression

From: Tessa (snooglefrydragon@comcast.net)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: Michigan
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Jan 24 01:21:56 2009

The first part of my story is a meditation guided by myself, and the second part is the past life regression that was unexpected and very hopefully not imagined.

This happened tonight when I was trying to have a lucid dream. I was at my friends house and I was trying to fall asleep and have a dream about being in a forest. I had also instructed my friend to direct me by talking to me when I fell asleep.

I started thinking about forests, in where I was in a white dress and barefoot. There was a small, but very deep pond in front of me, surrounded by trees. I step in, but sink very slowly to about the middle of the pool. Breathing isn't necessary. I see my chakras in front of me, glowing on the wall as a guide. I slowly clear my chakras, all negative energy flowing towards the earth. Spiritually cleansed, I swim downward. After a while, I unexpectedly come to a light. I feel myself leaving my body, and I'm composed only of my conscious energy and chakra pools. I see my body floating in the white light, hair billowed out like I'm underwater (which I am). I will return soon.

The white light opens up into a very tidy street that is lined with shops and composed of cement. There are no cars to be seen. I am guessing it was in either England or a rich American town, in the 40s or the 50s. The sky is clear, except for a few clouds, and I can't see anyone around, yet there is "people noise". I feel myself forming into a grown man in a black suit, wearing a top hat and holding a briefcase. The tidy house next to me has a well manicured lawn with a white picket fence surrounding it. I turn left, and see a road composed of houses. The houses are old fashioned and white, and every lawn is perfect and has a street light on it. About the seventh house down, I turn up the sidewalk and walk in the door, shrugging off my coat and hanging my hat on the top of the coat tree. A small dog is there to greet me, and my wife walks in. She is wearing a dress that is a dark, but soft color of purple, with lace that covers her neck. She is brunette, and has long hair. Then my friend came over and started whispering "Fig Newtons" and my ear and it ended.

Hopefully this comes across as a valid experience and not the ramblings of a teenager.

Thank you sincerely for reading,
Tessa