[I had for a long time desired to learn about past lives and life-between-lives. Books by Michael Newton that I read recently brought the reality of this to the forefront. I located a therapist in Mumbai trained at the Michael Newton Institute in PLR and LBL and had an appointment with her].
Therapist took me deep and jumped to the birth where my claustrophobia first started.
I found myself standing on a ledge high up, looking down past my bare feet, trousers cut short like the Chinese. I was a twelve year old boy named Chang.
The building was shaking and there were people down there including my father, some asking me to jump and some telling not to. I did not know what to do.
It was an earthquake probably in China and the year was around 1870.
We were very poor. My father was a labourer but a hard man and a hard father. I was the only child and my father would force me to work as well. I don't think I was happy.
While undecided, the building crashed around me and I was buried alive. (In my current birth, I have the trait of choosing the first option available - scared to wait). I was in pain and suffocating (my body in trance started sweating and crying. Therapist told me to move forward through the gate of light, if any.) With heavy tingling all over my body, Chang's soul passed through the glow of light, but I could not see anything. After some time, Chang found clouds all around. He moved down and could faintly see a scene of devastation.
Therapist asks the white guides to heal Chang's soul pains that have been carried over to mine and she did a white light healing for the claustrophobia.
Question put to Chang's soul... Why was he born to die so early without any experience? Chang replied that it was to teach Chang's father the pain of losing a child, since he had been heavy-handed with children in many births. Chang's father's soul had wanted this in his birth and Chang had volunteered to be his son who died.
Before coming out of the trance, Therapist asked Chang's soul whether there was any message my current soul would do well to absorb and internalise. Chang said telepathetically: "Do your bit and don't worry".
Therapist had asked me after the session whether I remembered how Chang's father looked. I tried to remember his face looking up at Chang and realised that his eyes were not Chinese eyes, but were the eyes of VRM, my previous boss in my current birth. Surprisingly, though VRM was dominating and brash with everybody, he had always been soft with me, and I, although not approving his rough behaviour, always understood and admired his strength of purpose. He was almost a father figure.
[There was a big earthquake in Gansu Province in China in 1879].
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