Through Time: Past
Loves Past Lives
He knelt to check
her pulse yet again. It's slowly increasing and there's nothing
he can do to help. The telltale clock ticks louder and louder.
It's been almost two hours. What if she can't return?
As an experienced hypnotist, Jeff knows to include suggestions
that automatically bring the client back should they be in
any danger. But this is different. She is the first person
he's actually guided to physically manifest in a different
place and time.
Leslie requested a hypnosis session to help overcome a fear
of speaking in public. When she was told to return to just
the time and place which is the source of her fear, she returned
to mid-1600s Colonial Massachusetts. She described how she
was wrongly convicted of being a witch. Just as she screamed
in pain from the fire, he brought her out of the session.
They sat together in silence. She could still remember everything
as though it just happened. "Jeff, you have to send me back."
Jeff was making notes in his pad and didn't really hear what
she said. "I have to what?"
"Send me back. You say you've learned how go back to your
past lives. Prove it. Send me back so I can help her."
He looked away searching for the right words. Yes, he's done
this but only a few times. "Leslie, first of all, I've been
religiously practicing this for almost a year and I still
have significant difficulty in returning."
"Secondly," he clamped the pen in his clipboard, "although
this hasn't been proven, there are theories that if you visit
yourself you could implode. In other words, you could die.
Does this theory pertain to visiting a past life self? I don't
"So, I won't go near myself."
"Do you know what you look like? No. You might accidentally
run into yourself." She shrugged her shoulders. "Third, you
don't have the proper clothes. You will instantly be noticed
and since unexplained things are often attested to witchcraft
or the work of the devil…"
"So I won't allow myself to be seen."
He looked down to the floor, shaking his head. She refused
to accept the risks. "And fourth: I haven't made changes to
the past. And I haven't made changes because no one knows
for sure how this may affect the future - i.e. your present.
Altering this one event may ultimately change the history
of the world."
"Oh, I'm sure I was that important. Change world history?
I was just a girl burned at the stake - one of many."
"Leslie, you just don't know. What if the great-grandmother
of one of America's forefather's doesn't have the benefit
of seeing you burned at the stake, and ends up doing the same
thing you did causing her premature death. We may now be eating
wiener-schnitzels instead of McDonalds because Germany kicked
England's butt in World War I since America is still just
a British country."
"Oh, please. Jeff, just send me back."
"It could happen. Plus," he held up an index finger, "you
are a product of all your previous life experiences. If you
don't have such an experience, you may be a completely different
person when you return."
"I may be a completely different person?" Leslie smiled in
an attempt to lighten the conversation. She wanted very badly
to return and she knew she could trust Jeff implicitly. She
doesn't know why she knows - she just knows. "This may not
be a bad thing. I couldn't possibly be any smarter or cuter...
Maybe I'll be taller!"
He smiled and shook his head. "Oh, I'll give you cute. But
"Come on, Jeff.
You know you can do it."
"No way. It's
She sat up in
the recliner and clasped her hands over his. "You can teach
me all you know. I'll make sure I don't get near myself. My
clothes - I'll stay away from people so I don't stand out.
And the only thing I'll change is to somehow stop myself from
being burned at the stake."
"Leslie, this is impossible. You want to save yourself while
avoiding not only yourself but all people in general."
"I'll figure out something when I get there."
"Oooh, now THERE'S a good plan. You'll appear in a life-threatening
unknown land with no means of protection and with no clear
method of escape, and THEN you'll figure out how to solve
this impossible problem."
"Jeff, you're wasting time. I need to go back while this is
fresh in my mind. Just give me the same commands that you
"It's not that easy. I can get you there, no problem. But
I can't bring you back. That, you have to do yourself."
"So teach me how to do it."
"Teach you? Leslie, you don't understand. If you can't concentrate
effectively, you won't be able to return. Have you been practicing
meditation diligently for the last year or two? No, you haven't,
so drop it. You can't go back."
"Jeffrey, I'll be fine. Just teach me everything I need to
know through hypnosis."
I 'stepped down' at the edge of a large body of water that
I soon recognized as the Massachusetts Bay. There was something
strange about the sky: so clear, so rich with color, so painted
on unreal. Also, the silence: I can't remember a time when
I heard nothing but nature's quiet song - no cars in the distance,
no airplanes, no trains or machinery of any kind. I stood
for a moment listening and breathing in the fresh air allowing
myself to adjust to this new world.
As I stood lost in thought, I soon heard voices, which I followed
until I saw a young couple - a girl and a Native American
- arguing with an even younger girl. Eventually, the younger
girl left in a rage. The couple was clearly concerned as I
watched them talk and pace around each other. Finally, they
hugged and she hurried off into the forest after the girl.
He stood for a long time looking after her, then ran off in
the opposite direction.
Just outside of the village, a surprisingly angry mob had
already congregated. They surrounded the girl and shouted
insults as she cowered on the ground shaking her head. When
I got close enough to hear, it wasn't shouts of deviant sexual
behavior. Instead, I heard again and again…
I realized that this was me! I recognized everything happening
from my past-life regression, but this time from the perspective
of an observer.
The younger girl's name was Susan. Susan and I met Luka while
walking up the coast. We both liked him - so tall, so agile,
so confident in his ways. After meeting him secretly a few
times Susan found us together and decided to get even with
me for stealing her boyfriend. She told everyone that she
saw me cast a spell on Mr. Dobson, who just recently died.
Each time she was asked a question, she added more things
to my witch list - I talk to animals, cast evil spells, I
fly with the bats in the night.
I watched my other self taken to the center of the village
and placed in a makeshift stockade. Two days and a night passed.
She was constantly watched. People she called friends just
days ago now spit upon her.
A trial, of sorts, took place. Susan told her story then they
screamed at me to confess. From as close as I could get without
being seen, I listened to myself try to reason over the shouting
and the insults, but nothing I said mattered.
That evening, a parade of men carrying torches made their
way through the people. I tried to think of something I could
do, but no matter what I came up with, there was just no way
I could fight off an entire crazed town. They said a few words
then ceremoniously set fire to the logs around her. I remember
seeing the faces of people who just a few days earlier were
my closest friends, my family. But as the flames climbed towards
me, I saw these faces shout in glee - a putrid mixture of
hatred and fear fueled on my every painful scream.
I couldn't just let this happen, even if it meant my life.
I hadn't accomplished this feat of traveling in time only
to do nothing. "No!" I ran down the hill. "Stop!" But before
I got close enough for the villagers to hear, someone jumped
from behind a tree and knocked me to my feet. Two natives
held me down, gagged me, and forced me back up the hill. I
fought but they were significantly stronger.
I was presented to my previous self's boyfriend. As our eyes
met, he backed away as though seeing a ghost. His eyes darted
towards his girlfriend - towards the other me - then back.
His confused expression slowly changed to that of shocked
From the vantagepoint on the hill, I witnessed several dozen
natives rush the mob from both sides, throwing rocks and sticks
and even nets onto the crowd. The mob was so stunned they
didn't even think to fight back. Three others ran out of the
forest, doused a thin path of the flames with an animal hide,
cut her down, wrapped her in a blanket, and were gone into
the forest within a matter of seconds.
Just as quickly as they appeared, the natives surrounding
the mob were gone. By the time the villagers stopped cowering
from the sticks and rocks, the girl was far away over the
After watching the other me disappear into the forest, Luka
looked into my eyes, touched my lips with his forefinger,
and brushed the hair out of my face with a touch so light
I could hardly feel his finger. He said, "You are spirit and
protector of what holds my heart." He bowed in reverence,
then said something to those who held me. I was quickly whisked
away to a place safely removed from the villagers.
Jeff leaned forward with his head resting on the recliner,
trying to think about what he could do to help. She took in
a deep breath and he slipped and fell in his rush to get up.
'Is she back?'
Yes. After returning to consciousness, Leslie started to describe
what happened. But he placed a finger on her lips and looked
into her eyes as if to say, 'Please, just give me a moment
to thank the Universe for you being here with me.'
He was so relieved she was safe, he wanted only to hold her,
to feel her presence, to feel her everything - physically,
mentally, spiritually. He wiped the hair from her eyes and
delicately stroked her face hoping this affectionate gesture
was enough to replace the words he wanted to say.
Something about his touch flooded her with forgotten images.
She finally recognized the very eyes she was in love with
so many years ago.
© 2002 Rob Daugherty