I Chose Loneliness OR Loneliness Had Chosen Me…Long Ago

I Chose Loneliness OR Loneliness Had Chosen Me…Long Ago



Its a real story of a woman who is alone because loneliness has always been with her for long long ago. She has been married to a man whose presence never accomplished her relationship with him. What could she expect from a drug addict. Although she loved him from the core of her heart when he was alive. His sudden death shocked her three years ago. Priya (I changed her name), the daring and strong woman, was in the condition of nostalgia. She should be happy to know that she was not obliged to take care of a drug addict and to tolerate his abusive nature, and she was free to fly like a bird in the open sky, to breathe like a human being rather than being a slave or she should be sad to know that the only man, the only earning hand and a figure of social security (very common in India) in the family was no more.

The only question in her mind was, when she came to me for the first time for her PLR (Past life regression), “Why I am so lonely?” People in Eastern countries, like in India, believe in past lives without any clinical evidence. They do not need any authentication unlike western countries. She also knew that there are past lives because soul is immortal. Soul changes bodies, like we change clothes as mentioned in the most respectable holy book ‘Bhagwat Geeta’ wrote by Shri Krishna. She believed that she had done something wrong to someone and for that she had to bear that much emotional pain as a punishment. We have to clear our debts here, on earth, in this life, but if we are unable to clear those debts (emotional and spiritual), we have to reincarnate to clear those debts with interest. It does not mean that we are suffering just because we have done something wrong to someone for sure. Sometimes God tests us to give us the best. God checks do we really deserve what he has decided to give us. Sometimes we have to struggle and bear pain for our spiritual growth as Dr Brian Weiss says. 

“My name is Alisha…I have worn a skirt…check skirt and white blouse..shoes are…like black school shoes…I am waiting for someone.” she uttered when I regressed her to a deep trance state. “Who are you waiting for?” I wanted to know and she replied “My boyfriend..Tom.” She was 14 and her boyfriend was of 20 years and it was her neighborhood where she was standing. Tom was her neighbor. I inquired, “Can you tell me the time or year?” Her eyes were fluttering under her eyelids as if she was scanning, ” Its September 12….and 1860…Its Tom’s birthday..and we have planned to go to Platinum Garden…that is why I am waiting for him after my school gets over.” I asked, “What is the name of your school and where is it? Do you know your full name?” She replied, “Its…St. Stephen School…its in Goa, India…and yes, I know my full name…Alisha Gulshower.”


“What happened next? Go to an important event of your life.” As I counted backward from 3 to 1 and tapped on the mid of her forehead, she became upset and a tear rolled down from her left eye, “My parents are no more…!” I asked, “What is your age now?” “I am 22…I am alone…all alone…even Tom has left me. He has shifted with his family…very far…he is very far from me…we will never meet again…everyone has left me. I am so young..I need you mom, I need you dad…why you left me?” Her facial expressions and her words were not enough to express her solitude. I gave my condolence to her and tried to move her further, “Go ahead. What happened next in your life? Had you got anyone whom you loved or who loved you?” Her face was expressing her calmness then. She spoke, “No, I haven’t got anyone. I am working and living alone. I am fine but not happy inside. I have everything but something is still missing…I think that something is… someone who can understand me, love me and be with me forever.” I took her to her next important event. She found herself in an Old Age Home. She was 60 years old at that time. In the next moment, when I took her to her death  moment, she found herself lying on a bed and waiting for her death to come. Her age was 80 at the time of her death.

“A light came…white light…so bright…I am floating above my body. I can see myself.” She was feeling so relaxed. I needed to know what had she learnt from that life. She told me, “I am alone and only me… I myself is responsible for that. If I would have given a chance to me..to someone to enter in my life after Tom, I might have not been died in an Old Age Home…and I am doing the same in my current life too. After my husband’s death, I am alone..in this life too…same is happening again.” I advised her, ” But you should give a chance to your life again. You still have the time. You can break this pattern, you have to, with your courage..that you have in yourself. If you have the courage to live alone, why don’t you have the courage to be happy with someone who could love you…love…that you deserve. You deserve happiness that comes with love.”

After her regression, she felt so light and a feeling of happiness could be seen in her eyes. She could see her life with a positive attitude then and that was most important for her and for everyone.

Stay positive and stay happy…always..!



Nitu Dhiman










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