I read about past life regression yesterday while browsing through the blogs that I subscribed to, my sleeping interest and intrigue on the subject was instantaneously awakened. I remember watching a movie when I was a kid, I don't recall the title of the film but I know it involves regression and hypnosis of the protagonist. Also, there was this Charmed episode where the three sisters had to relive their past lives.
I haven't had any regression session or whatsoever you call that process. But I forced myself to believe that I know what my past life was.
I was a female warrior, somewhere in South America, I was one hell of a warrior. I was trained by my father who won a lot of battles for our tribe. Don't get the wrong impression, I'm not one of those who believed that they-were-princesses-in-their-past-lives crap. I was just a daughter of a tribe defender, of a great soldier and my mother was a healer, who runs her own apothecary.
I was born in a big family, I had 5 siblings, and I was the youngest. (I always like being the youngest of the family) When I reached 16 I joined the army, and fought for our tribe with my life. Everyone said that I had the skills of my father and charms of my mother, it was the perfect combination. When I turned 20, the chief of our tribe appointed me to be one of the commanders of the army.
Then one day we were camping out at the shores of what is now known as Säo Paulo, preparing for a battle with another tribe who threatened to eat us alive if we don't give them our lands.
While I was out of camp, hunting for some game for lunch, I didn't notice that I wandered deep down to the forest. I was so absorbed in the beauty of the rainforest. The folliages, the pretty flowers in every color you could imagine, the trees that seemed like their branches were about to break due to the abundance of fruits, the sound of the birds singing and the most majestic waterfalls I've ever seen in my entire life. I felt like I was in paradise.
Every morning I made my way to the forest. Nobody ever asked where I was or have been since I always went at crack of dawn so no one would notice and went back to camp before noon. I had the same routine for more than a couple of weeks as we always camped a little over a month in one place. Then there was this one time when I went to the forest and just about to dip at the falls, I heard something, a crack of a branch. I automatically readied my spear, aiming at where the sound came from. I was ready to throw when a crying boy appeared and pleaded me not to hurt him. He looked harmless, he was a little boy, about 10. He said his name was Diego, and he was lost. We talked for a while until we heard someone calling out his name. He said it was his older brother, Leon, probably looking for him.
The three of us met daily by the falls, and I've known that they were members of the tribe who were threatening us. But they were different and not barbaric like most of their tribe. Then one day, one of their tribesmen saw the three of us and told their chief that Leon was a traitor and they held Diego captive as punishment and he eventually died of starvation in captivity. Leon was so devastated that he ran away and went to our camp. My tribesmen didn't approve of him, as they thought that he was a spy. I told them that I am quitting my position as their commander if they don't trust my judgement. And so I quit, my father wasn't happy with my decision. He let me choose between my family and Leon. And I chose Leon. We ran away from our lands and never came back.
There goes my past life! I'm sorry if I'm being too hollywood with my story, I just wanted it to be epic, as opposed to the ho-hum life I'm living at this moment.
(And there goes the wasted two-hour company time)
