A Deeply Moving Group Healing Experience

© Ian Lawton 2009

During the first part of my regression therapy training in November 2009 we split into groups of three to practice our skills on each other. During each session one student would act as the client, one as the therapist, and one as an observer. Unfortunately I was not recording the sessions, so what follows is recreated from personal memory and the observer's notes.

On the first occasion that I was the client I had a powerful past-life experience in which I was hopelessly in love with my brother's wife - indeed I had loved her since we were all children together. However, because I loved my brother just as much, I never told her. Yet this apparent nobility was countered by my failure to come to terms with the situation, resulting in my living for decades as a sad recluse.

There are some clear parallels between this life and the challenges I have faced in my current life. Indeed I am again working on the same lesson of developing meaning, strength and love from within, rather than relying on relationships and other external things, although this time in a totally different context. And I believe I am at last making some progress. Having said that, I have spent most of my life in various relationships, doing my best to miss the point again, until I suspect my higher self and/or spirit guide(s) got so fed up with me that they have forced me into a position of almost complete isolation for a period of time.

In any case, in my next session as a client I expected to have a similar experience, in terms of another life that would point towards patterns in my current life and so on. This time I would be assisted by two fellow students with whom I had developed something of a bond: Gaia, who would be acting as therapist, has a wonderful, soothing voice, although her Greek accent is strongly tinged with American from her mother's side; and Andrew, our observer, is a strong, down-to-earth character who acts as a terrific counterbalance in that he has yet to be convinced of the underlying reality of anything spiritual. Also in the room was our wonderful trainer Hazel, overseeing our efforts, making sure that help was on hand if needed.

Initially I regressed to the life of a British soldier leading his men out of their trench in the First World War. I reported that I knew I was going to die, surrounded my mud, filth and the broken bodies of the already dead. I admitted that I felt "shit scared" amid the deafening noise of shells exploding all around, and bullets whizzing past my ears, the reality of which increased in intensity as Gaia paced me slowly, to ensure I properly embodied the experience. But, as my breathing became deeper and more agitated, I also knew I had to be "brave for the rest of the boys", and so I pushed forward as best I could amongst all the carnage. At some point I could see the enemy lines, and I turned to shout encouragement to the dwindling group of brave lads following me. It was now "shit or bust", and I let out a roar as I ran into certain death, cursing the officers who would never dream of putting themselves where we were. When my breathing levelled out and Gaia asked me what was happening, I was above my body - or what was left of it, because it had been blown apart by a shell - looking down.

So far, so typical. We often regress to traumatic lives and deaths as students because these are the ones from which we have most to learn or which require the most healing. However I reported no great shock after death, and did not feel the need to put my body back together energetically. Nor did I seem to have any great desire to spend much time with my parents in the spirit realms, even though I had loved them very much in that life. I merely reported that "we all knew what the plan was" (I and others have written elsewhere about how major wars and so on can be deliberately planned by a multitude of souls in an attempt for humanity to learn how not to behave). In any case my chief initial desire was to "talk things through with my soul group", and it transpired that we were at an intermediate level of experience where, even as souls, we felt a degree of frustration at the way in which humans - or more precisely "we" as humanity - can still behave after millennia of evolution. The corollary was that the most experienced souls have no such frustrations, knowing that "all will be as it will be in the end".

I also reported that some of the soldiers I had been leading had not been aware of the plan and so were somewhat traumatised by their deaths, which prompted Hazel to suggest that I might like to meet up with their souls. Under normal circumstances I might have been expected to feel some sort of guilt or other strong emotion, so meetings such as this in the spirit realms, in which healing can take place for all concerned, are always actively encouraged. In particular, one of the ways of achieving forgiveness of someone who has wronged you is to project your own feelings of pain onto them, so they can see what effect they had on you and be correspondingly repentant.

Although I had mentioned no feelings of guilt, it was at this point that my breathing intensified again and tears started to flow down my cheeks (prompting me to ask afterwards why tissues are always on hand when the girls are being regressed, but never for the boys ;-) Pushed for an explanation I reported that I was feeling their pain and anger and sadness, even though with my soul rather than human hat on I felt no personal responsibility for it, as all of us were merely acting out our parts in the greater plan. This was starting to depart from the normal course of personal insight and healing. But it was only the beginning of something far, far more powerful.

It was at this point that Hazel, prompted as she would tell us afterwards by her own higher sources, suggested that I should take the souls of my wounded fellow soldiers to a "party". My smiling response was that "we always like a party", but the smile soon evaporated. Although it is hard to put everything I am about to recount into words, all of a sudden I had an incredible sense of not just thousands but literally tens of thousands of confused, angry souls. From a more conscious, human perspective I had a sense of a sea of "pods" of some sort, which were surrounded by the most dense, black fog that you can imagine. And as I looked, and as my emotions became more and more overwhelmed by the depth of the sadness and despair that was starting to be released, I pleaded that I could not face this alone. At once Hazel came into her own again, invoking as many guides as possible to come to the rescue and help to pull this myriad of poor souls into the light. I was unable to speak by this point, totally overcome by the mixed emotions of despair and release, and by the magnitude of what I was witnessing, but again my human mind conjured up the classical image of hands reaching down out of the light to pull the distressed souls up into it. And slowly, as they did so, the black, cloying darkness that had been enveloping the lower half of the scene started to evaporate.

Eventually, as my breathing started to return to normal, Hazel suggested I should have a short rest, to which my response was "I need a big rest". Indeed after Gaia brought me round I was still somewhat drained, although I guess that is only to be expected - and at least Andrew had kindly made the cup of tea I had said I needed. I had some concerns that it might just have been something of an ego trip on my part, but Hazel and Gaia, who are both very sensitive to energy, felt that we had all been part of something really quite momentous. And it has to be said that for some time now I have been increasingly bursting into tears at the most inopportune of times and in a variety of situations, but always because I have been feeling someone else's underserved pain. Perhaps that was my preparation.

Of course it would be foolish of me to make any great claims about what happened that afternoon. But I do feel that at the very least it was an experience worth sharing. As for my friend Andrew, he remains unconvinced - although he admits that he did shed a few tears when I was leading my men over the top ;-)

Postscript: My good friend and fellow therapist Janet Treloar tells me that she has had similar experiences during dreams/sleep. She also suggests that this kind of mass assistance to trapped souls may be of far more importance now so that their energies do not hold back the consciousness shift that is currently taking place, and intuitively this sounds like a very sensible explanation.