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“Perfect night for a past life regression,” he said.
Funny, I never thought of lightening storms as past life weather.
But it did seem apropos after he said it.
“Three days ago I found my 3 month old son dead,” she said. ”They’re burying him this Friday. My mom thought this would help me.”
Funny, I never thought of a weight loss and smoking cessation hypnotherapy clinic as a place to direct a grieving mother.
But I knew I could help her.
He was the guy who knew everybody in town. Manager of the theater where I conducted a hypnosis clinic. Writer of all the local newsletters, the community calendar, and “spotlight on the local” pieces in the newspaper. Ran a leadership class that brought locals on tours of all the major businesses in the area. Oversaw teenagers working off there traffic tickets in community service. Worked at city hall since right out of high school. This guy was the community.
Name any place in town, they all knew him there. Greeted by name everywhere he went.
And yet you could see he lived alone and never had guests.
He was the first person I brought through multiple past lives, who was alone in every single one.
She was there with her mother, who stood behind her desperate and helpless. She’d obviously cried so much the last three days her ducts were no longer capable of tears. And yet you could see she was still weeping as she explained how she found her baby dead. How she wondered if there was something she could have done. Her eyes pleading with me and her head nodding at every answer I gave her.
But her body obviously drained of all energy with the knowledge that no matter what I said tomorrow he’d still be dead.
So there I was at midnight in a stranger’s house, with the storm raging outside, hypnotizing him to access past lives and find some answers.
Earlier I’d been standing in front of two generations of women counseling them on the loss of a third generation, trying to give them answers.
During the two hour drive back, watching the 3 am electrical storm, lighting up the sky, better than any fireworks show, trying desperately to keep my eyes on the road, but having my attention drawn inexorably to the display of power all around me, I pulled over for a minute.
Curiosity, awe and wonder, filling me with questions.
Yeah, that was Plainvew.
