Shortly after meeting the person who was to become my second wife and the mother of my only son, we met Sandra at a Mind-Body-Spirit Festival in Sydney. She just happened to live down the road from us in Coogee. At this stage, I was working as an export manager at my new company and was desperately unhappy there. Sandra was an accomplished healer and hypnotherapist. When I told her that I’d always been fascinated with the idea of reincarnation and would love to do a past life regression, she invited me to attend a regression session at her apartment. I enthusiastically agreed.
After I arrived at Sandra’s apartment the next day, she made me comfortable and asked me if I felt a special affinity to any countries or eras. I told her I’d always been fascinated with ancient Rome, Greece, and America, and that I had a good friend who I’d visited a few times in Germany. She then hypnotized me and asked me to visualize walking across a bridge spanning the River of Time, while she counted from one to ten.
Shortly after the count of ten, she asked me to look around me. I saw nothing at first. She then asked me to look at my feet and I saw that I was wearing a pair of black pointed shoes. I then saw that I was wearing strange beige pants and matching tunic. I then realized that I was inhabiting a much larger male body to the one I was used to. I had a huge rib cage, greater cranial capacity, and jet-black hair. I told Sandra my name was Brae Xallinor (pronounced CH) and that I was the first son of an important dignitary: a political administrator or perhaps a royal figure, like a duke or a king. As soon as Sandra asked me to describe my father and to state whether he reminded me of anyone in my current life, I saw the image of a regal man who reminded me of Grandad (who I’ve referred to on numerous occasions throughout this series). Whether these two individuals are projections of the same soul-mind, I can’t be certain, but intuition tells me that they might well be.
When Sandra asked me about my mother in this past life, I was shocked to see a regal lady who looked distinctly like the girlfriend I’d just met, who was destined to become my second wife. When asked what my past-life mother did for a living, I replied that her job was to entertain important dignitaries from all over the kingdom and other parts of the world. I found that amusing, since my future wife loved hosting dinner parties, took great pride in them, and always treated preparations very seriously. Years later, I was to discover from my Aunty Bette, (my current-life dad’s elder sister), that the name of Grandad’s first wife was the same as that of my second wife, and that we shared identical wedding dates: April 13. Coincidence??? Perhaps. And, also, somewhat unsettling. After all, who wants to think that one’s partner in this life was one’s parent in a previous life? I am, however, assured by experts in the field of past life regression that we indeed reincarnate repeatedly with people from the same soul group, and that we often switch rolls to learn from one another and also to work out past life karma.
The other thing that fascinated me was that I found myself in the same massive white mansion or palace that I’d dreamt about as a kid, and to which I’ve yearned to return ever since. Sandra got me to look around every room of the house. It was big and white, and all the rooms were circular. Some had permanent high ceilings, while others had ceilings that opened to the sky, and yet others were permanently open. We had a great big bathroom that reminded me of the Roman baths often seen in the movies. I refused to go into the kitchen, however, as I claimed that it was the domain of the servants, and it was beneath my station to go there. It’s interesting to note that I hated cooking at the time, although I’ve become moderately proficient at this chore over the years.
I went on to explain to Sandra that where I lived had a very warm climate and hardly ever rained. When she asked me where it was, I replied that I thought it was Poseidia or Atlantis and that it was located on the west side of the Atlantic Ocean near Florida and the Caribbean. Interestingly, I’ve always been fascinated with the Caribbean, although I still haven’t been there. Florida, however, was the first US state I visited on the North American continent. When Sandra asked me what we called America in Atlantean days, I replied that we called it the ‘Land of the Long White Cloud’, a name to which America is apparently often referred to this day.
After viewing and describing most rooms in the house, Sandra asked me if I wanted to see any more of this life. I abruptly replied, “No!” as my past-life parents were always drilling into me the importance of my duties and frowned upon my desire to associate with the servants and the common people. Interestingly in this life, I’ve never enjoyed managing others and being duty-bound to ... MORE IN VIDEO..
