The Path of the Soul

Woolger CD track 2, 12 minutes long.

I've decided to listen to the second track of this CD out of curiosity and basically the second track deals with any current issues you select and transpond them to a past life and somehow release them.

One of my main problems, ever since I ever started working, is with my bosses. I'm not going to go into details about it, since it's an open place and anyone can read the blog, but today I decided to play on that idea, as to why I'm not happy with them (and I assume they with me).

Going back, I was sitting on a chair, dressed in black with some sort of black and white bonnet on my head. It was sort of an inn, or a pub or something like that. I didn't get the impression that I was a waitress but I did get the impression that I was there to do something I was not very comfortable doing.

Not far away from me was a table with some guys drinking beer, I guess, not sure, it was not very clear. I didn't see clear images this time around, unlike my previous regression, it's more like feeling of what I knew that it was there.

One guy was getting up from the chair and coming towards me. I wanted to make myself smaller and invisible, and I kept saying the mantra 'leave me alone, leave me alone', and then I added out of nowhere 'I'm not going with you'. And I was getting nervous and scared and feeling really bad and really wanted to be left alone, and didn't want to follow that guy. I didn't want to be noticed by him. But he was coming towards me.

Then Woolger gave the instruction to try to change the outcome, if I could say something, or do something, what would I say, or what would I do, try to control the situation. So I found myself saying 'I'm not going with you, leave me alone, I'm my own person, not just a nobody doing whatever you want'. And I started feeling really stronger inside, like all those feelings were bottled up inside me and I cried. And cried for minutes, so hard, I haven't cried like this in ages, all the time while I was saying these words, which came out of nowhere, they just spilled out.

I felt like in that lifetime (if it was real) I was a nobody, doing whatever others told me to do, I was not an 'individual', just a 'woman'. Must have been in a lifetime where women were not regarded as anything important, I assume.
A really weird and emotional regression. I wish I knew when and where that place was.

After a discussion in the books section of the Past Lives forum, I bought the Healing your Past Lives book and CD by Roger Woolger. I started reading the book a few days ago, and tonight I got a chance to listen to the first track of this CD. I don't know yet what to make of it, except I'm surprised because if it's only imagination that came to me while listening to this, the images came very easily, much more so than any other meditation or PL regression tape I've listened to before.
So here is what I saw.
First I went back to some childhood memories (some of which were deeply buried, but came instantly after many years to surface - nothing serious, just stuff that I didn't think I'd ever remember). While a kid many years ago we didn't have Barbie dolls or anything fancy like the kids nowadays have. I had a simple small plain doll that I loved very much and one of my favourite past times with this doll was to make her clothes and dress her up. Now making her clothes was something completely different than usual, lol. I was using dad's no longer useful socks, cutting them to size, also cutting two holes on the sides for where to pull the doll's arms through, and a sort of half moon shape on the top for the neck. This must be absolutely weird for the nowadays kids, but for me that was something I truly enjoyed. Changing the color of the dress everyday, making the doll new dresses. Tonight I somehow re-experienced that joy I was feeling as a kid.
After that I imagined that I was a grown up doing the same as I was doing in my previous recall, but on a grown up scale. And weird, but the following images came to me out of nowhere.
I was in a room, in front of me was a woman with arms outstretched, and I was fixing the arms of her dress - or more like a long dark blue gown. Then I went down, fixing the bottom of the gown, and went around her fixing stuff here and there. I looked around the room and it was relatively big, but with things all scattered around, threads, scissors, everything lying around the room, the floor, on tables. And I felt comfortable there. It must have been my home or my atelier.
The next image found the other woman buttoning up her gown (dress?), putting up the cloack and handing me over some paper bills. I saw myself taking these bills and smiling, as it was natural to take these bills for the work.
Then the images ended. It was all quite vivid and I'm still puzzling whether it's a past life memory or just my imagination, or something I've seen in the tv...
As I grew up I lost this interest in making clothes, but I guess the artist in me survived.