It was the first round of Integrated Imagery training at the A.R.E in Virginia Beach and I found myself seated in a room with thirty strangers who almost all looked so familiar to me. The program had us jumping right into the experience and so by day two we were already pairing up, one being the guide and one being what our instructor, Dr. John Amoroso, called the traveler.
I believe the intention I set in one of those first regressions was to understand what I am here to learn. I found myself as a man wearing a frilly lace blouse and swimming in the sea. Swimming for my life it turned out. My ship had sunk.
Surviving that and being rescued, my guide moved me forward and there I was in a large and lush study, a world globe on a stand and I was spinning it pondering my next adventure. Elephants came to mind. I always wanted to ride an elephant.
Moving forward again, there I was sitting on a veranda in India drinking tea with other stuffy Englishmen and quite bored with them. A sprawling, squawking city stood before me, waiting to be explored. With a sense of complete audacity I took to the streets, inspecting people as though they were baby birds fallen from their nests. I had no compunction about violating anything sacred, including the temple. I burst into a ceremony as though I entered a square. A smiling holy man came and took me by the hand, showed me to wash my hands in a fount, and I felt completely welcome.
There were other parts of the regression that were less pleasant, mostly stemming from the fact that I was so much of the world that I had little time for loved ones.
In the regression, when given the opportunity to understand why this particular memory came up, what was revealed is that I am to be a resident of the world. I envy people with deep roots to home. There is a sacrifice in leaving home to travel. You change yourself and when you do that, everything changes, including relationships.
At the moment we are on an Epic Road Trip—a 31-day drive along the Atlantic Coast from South Carolina down and around Florida. It will conclude with my four-day training in hypnobirthing. That in and of itself feels epic but I’ll save it for another blog post.
Past life regression is like an epic road trip. To be a traveler into the past, into memory and subconscious is to open yourself up for changes. When you return to your normal life, there is the discovery that the limits we put around our world to keep it small have been expanded. Often it is hard to explain or describe to those who choose to stay in their own little towns. Traveling is not for everyone. Sometimes it is our life purpose to understand roots.
Now, six days into the Epic Road Trip, I feel how shallow my roots are to home, and how deep as well. The tug of the ocean, the tug of friends. The tug of discovery and the tug of routine. The man I may have been before seldom felt the tug of home. That is the difference this time around I think. This time I am working on a balance between coming and going.
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