For anyone who is unfamiliar with the benefits of past life regression therapy, I offer the following experience as a testimony to the power and possibilities of what may come.

In Light,
John Sparks, Founder of Insight Awareness

When I first decided to try and go back to past lives, I was afraid. I was afraid of what I might discover and, more importantly, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to do it. I had many doubts around my ability to tap into a deeper or hidden realm of my being. I do not consider myself to be psychic or have any special gifts of vision or insight. So, when I attempted to access them (my past lives), I ran into the roadblock of my own fears. “Oh, I’m making that up.”; “I can’t really do this.”; “I’ve never been able to visualize.” and on and on. The little bit of information I received was obscured by my doubts. It was like watching television. In the old days when we had rabbit ear antennas, we would stand there trying to adjust them while watching a screen which was predominantly fuzz.

About five or six years after my second attempt, I decided to try again. I knew it was important to have a reason for wanting to do it and I had one. I felt isolated even in the midst of having people around me. I felt like I didn’t belong. Why? Was there something in my past that made me different? Some wounded energy that had never left me? This time, I decided that I was going to go with whatever came up. Stop fighting it. Pretend if I had to. What did I have to lose?

Immediately, I saw blinding sunlight above me. But I couldn’t quite understand why nothing was around me. The light, while blinding, seemed obscured somehow and then I realized I was under water. I was looking up through an opening in the ice above me, knowing this was the end. But, my curiosity wanted to know how this happened and so somehow my consciousness rose out of the water and looked around. At first, I could see nothing. It just looked white. Suddenly, I realized I was in the middle of the arctic; somewhere with snow as far as the eye could see.

I followed my intuition back to a scene in an Eskimo village where elders were having council around what to do with me. It seems I was a young man with a wife and child who decided I could no longer go on whale hunts. Killing this awesome creature was something my heart could no longer bear. I knew that my decision would not go over well but felt I had no other choice if I wanted to live in my own integrity.

I offered to help with the cleaning, the preparation, and all the other important jobs that had to be done when a whale was being divided up. It was a community effort in which all benefited. The verdict of the elders was not favorable. As a man I was expected to partake in the hunt. Anything less was not doing my share and not fulfilling my role as a man. I along with my wife and very young son was banished from the village. We decided to make a new igloo and use it as a temporary home. From there, I would go out in search of a new village in hopes they would take us in. It was quite lonely and not very wise to isolate yourself under such harsh conditions. It was on one of these expeditions that I fell through the ice.

And so it was that I carried the wound of voicing my truth, of being who I am without fearing the consequence. I believe those wounds were able to surface at this time because this is the time, the energy, and the opportunity to do it differently. The world and its views have expanded greatly. There is more tolerance than ever before. Can I jump the hurdle now and get back on track? If not now, when?