At some point in our lives we have to face the fact that we are all going to die. Ready or not, it is going to happen. At some point in our lives we are going to take our very last breath and we are going to stop living. Most people don’t really know what happens after we take our very last breath. To most people this is a terrifying thought that affects every part of their lives.
This uncomfortable fact always reminds me of the story of the little five year old boy that had survived a rare and life threatening disease. As such he’d developed the anti-bodies to this disease. His sister wasn't as fortunate. She was unable to produce the necessary anti bodies and her life was in jeopardy. The little boy was asked to donate his blood to his sister in order to save her life. With very little hesitation the little boy agreed.
As the blood transfusion began the little boy asked the attending doctor if he would die quickly. The surprised doctor realized that the little boy was expecting to give all of his blood to his sister. The doctor quickly reassured the little boy that they were only going to take a small amount of his blood for the anti bodies and that he would very definitely survive the transfusion.
Many people are amazed at how brave this little boy was in being prepared to die for his sister, but I disagree. The little boy was certainly very generous with his blood, but I don’t think he was brave. You see, I just don’t think he was scared of being dead. No one had explained to him yet just how supposedly bad it is to die. No one had told him that if you've been bad you could go to hell and burn for all of eternity. He had no fear of death. He hadn't been to a funeral yet and observed all the tears and trauma. He had not yet seen how upset the grownups get at a funeral and as such was still at peace with dying.
This little boy did not use courage. He didn't overcome his fear of death using bravery. He just wasn't afraid of death to start with, the same as I’m not afraid of jelly beans. He saw death in the correct light. When asked to give his sister his blood it was a bit like being asked to give her his packet of jelly beans.
This little boy had a healthy attitude towards death. If it’s possible to learn that death is something to be feared, surely it’s possible to learn that death is something that is normal and natural, like birth, and should not be feared? I discovered the answer to this question by accident.
For months the pain in my lower abdomen had gotten progressively worse. My old doctor shook his head knowingly as he finished his inspection. He looked at me and said “colitis”. He then told me that I needed to change my diet and eat more fibre. I didn't have the heart to tell him that as a vegetarian I was already taking all of his advice and more.
Months later, a client had missed his flight from Kenya and as such couldn't make his session. I got the message as I walked into the office. I decided to use the time to treat myself to some deep relaxation in hypnosis and to do some goal setting. I plopped myself into the recliner and stretched out. As I dropped into deep hypnosis I realized I’d forgotten what I was doing there! It didn't matter as being in hypnosis just felt so good.
Before I had the chance to start looking for the purpose of my own hypnosis session I was surprised to suddenly find myself in a very vivid scene. In front of me a man was lying on a slab of some sort with his shirt opened up to display his stomach. While I sensed other people in the scene my attention focussed on a masked man that was working on this man’s stomach.
The man lying on the slab had his belly sliced open and the masked man was inserting what I perceived to be an iron tool of some sort into the open wound. I asked the man why he was being tortured (although it later occurred to me that he could have been undergoing surgery of some sort). The man took a while to realise I’d been talking to me. He looked at me, mumbled an answer and then, as if realizing it was all over and he was dead, got up and walked right past me. He walked a short distance, turned around to look at me, as if this was all normal, and then disappeared.
I had no idea what this was all about or what it meant. As I started emerging myself from hypnosis I became aware of a warm feeling in my belly where I’d been previously diagnosed with colitis. It felt like it was very gently vibrating and this warm feeling persisted for perhaps half an hour. The warm feeling then faded and with it went the colitis symptoms.
I have since never again experienced any of the colitis symptoms I’d suffered for so such a long time. I do appreciate the removal of the colitis, but I have come away with this experience having gained something far more valuable. I have found it impossible to deny that I have lived in some form before. I have come to the obvious realization that I was the other man being tortured (or operated on) on the slab. Every time I try to rationalise the experience away as a figment of my imagination I am reminded of the colitis symptoms that vanished having witnessed this scene.
And so the two main benefits that I've personally experienced from past life regression hypnotherapy is the removal of painful colitis and the knowledge that I can’t die. I know that at some stage my physical body will die, but I also know that I will survive this. This knowledge changes everything. It’s very difficult to be afraid of death if you know that you don’t die.