You must be surprised after reading the title of my blog ‘My Mother- My Soul Mate’. What do you think, who is your soul mate? Your spouse or your boyfriend/girlfriend or the person you met once and it seemed you met him/her earlier too?

A soul mate is a person with whom you feel an illogical connection, a feeling that enables you feel the same as that person feels, a heart to heart or soul to soul connection which seems to continue since centuries. Yes, when you feel this connection with a person, that is your Soul Mate. That could be your mother, your father, your sister, daughter, son or your life partner.

I have very strong connection with my mother. She is my best friend and best guide. I came to know that mother was my soul mate when I first regressed her into past life. After enlighting some lamps and starting a low volume relaxing music, I started hypnotizing her. After a few minutes she went into a deep trance state.  When you go to you past life, you can use any or all your five senses. It all depends upon how deepen you go into your subconscious level that you feel yourself in you past life’s body or you just vivid that life like watching a movie. She saw darkness. Nothing was viable but she could felt the suffocation in that environment. “I am in a cave…hiding from someone” She replied when I asked her where she was. She didn’t know from whom she was hiding. “I can see my paws” she exclaimed. Her eyes were closed but I could see her eye balls moving under her eyelids as if she was trying to recognize herself. “Paws??” I was surprised! She was an animal. She ran hurriedly from the cave as if some big animal was chasing her. She succeeded in escaping herself. She saw beautiful forest, trees and her companions to play with. She was not able to recognize which animal she was. She explained later that she could saw her legs and paws only while running and escaping herself from a beast. This happens when a someone transform oneself into that body. His/her subconsciousness completely involved into that memory and thus into that body. That was all about her that life. She wanted to view more.

I instructed her to go to another lifetime. “I’ve worn black shoes and a skirt…its like school uniform. Yes! I’m at my school. I’m in 9th std. I love to study..I’m with my friend” she exclaimed with joy because in present life also, she loves to study. Her name was Kenifa and her friend’s name was Suizila. She lived with her mother who was a working woman. Her father was living separate because he got married to another woman. There were her grandparents too living with her. My mother wanted to go to Oxford University, London for higher studies in her past life but she had to obey her elders and got married. Same pattern repeated with her at present life, she had to sacrifice her studies for her family and got married at the age of 15 years. Alas!

‘Northern’,  a place where my mother lived in her past life. I had never heard about that place before nor did my mother but that place exists. The amazing thing was that her mother was same as in present life and her lovable elder brother in this life was her younger brother of 7- 8 years old when she was about 15 years old. She got a ‘bad man’ as her husband as she described but later that man became a good and caring husband. She was blessed with two sons.

Here, comes the twist in the story.  She exclaimed with joy, but with closed eyes, when I took her to her near to death time in that past life, “Nitu, my grand daughter! and Ravi, my grandson!”. Me and my brother Ravi were her grandchildren in that lifetime. It seemed to be the most happiest moment of her that life when she saw us because after that moment she was relaxed and died peacefully.

Soul come again to find another soul, the soul which gives you peace and harmony.

Nitu Dhiman

Disclaimer

This Blog is for informational and educational purposes only. The information provided is not intended to be a substitute for professional psychiatric treatment. Visiting this blog this does not create a therapeutic relationship with Nitu Dhiman or imply that one has been established with him. In no event shall Nitu Dhiman be held responsible for any negative consequence to the reader resulting from the reader’s use of this material.
Whilst every effort will be made to keep the information up to date and correct, there are no warranties, either expressed or implied, that guarantee the accuracy, reliability, accessibility or suitability of the information provided. In addition to this, in keeping with the dialectic nature of conceptual discourses and truth, my opinions and perspectives may change and evolve over time.

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It was an afternoon of summers. Vikas came to me for his past life regression just to experience it and to know “Does a past life exist, really???”. That was the beginning time of my research and he was my first client. I tried my best ponder all my energy and knowledge with great concentration to hypnotize him. He went into a deep hypnotic trance state within twelve to fifteen minutes. “Look at your feet, try to look and recognize where are you? Can you see someone or yourself” I inquired according to the process. He was silent. I waited for his response. I could see his face expressions, he was being anxious as if feeling uncomfortable. I thought I was not able to regress him because that was my first attempt. Silence was broken “Its a road..an old times road as if in Europe or England…but…but I am not able to go forward”. He explained later that he saw a road the moment he entered into his past life. He wanted to go his home but he couldn’t. Instantly he felt as if the bed, he was lying on at the time of regression, started revolving very fast like a fan and his head started spinning like a wheel. That’s why he was unable to speak for some moments after entering into his past life.

“Go to your home Vikas” I instructed. “I can’t..” he was still anxious. I understood that there might be some extremely painful memory and his conscious mind was not allowing him to see that incident again. It happens, your subconscious mind keeps on storing your each and every memory whether it was in past life(s) or in current life but when we awake your subconscious mind through hypnotherapy, your painful or traumatic memories aggravate and your conscious mind doesn’t allow you to watch them again. Why? My experience says your soul doesn’t want to go through that trauma again but you should go through it. It makes you stronger and most importantly it diminishes the affect of that trauma still prevailing in your life and affecting you badly. In this way your soul (or we call subconscious mind in psychological language) grows to see the world in a different way and to tackle the problems, big or small, in a matured manner. 

He was very strong and determined. He prepared himself to go and see what happened in his house in his past life. “I’ll count backward from five to one. The moment I count one, you will enter into your home. Five..go to your home..four..I know you can..three, two..you are almost going to enter into your home..one, be there! what do you see? how is you home? who all are there?” I helped him to regain his confidence. “Its a wooden house. I’m sitting on my bed. My daughter is lying on my lap. She is not well. She has a high fever.” His heart was filled with pain. “Haven’t you called up a doctor?” I asked. “Yes, I did but its raining badly. He hasn’t come yet. My daughter is dying” a drop of tear was falling from the corner of his left eye. “What happened next? Were you able to save your daughter?” I was trying to move him further. “No! she is dead. She is just 3 years old…so small…so adorable..how could she die!” his pain and grief was inexpiable. More tears started falling from his eyes. “Who else is there?” I tried to take him out of that grief. “My wife” he grabbed his strength. “Come out of that moment. That event is over. You lost your daughter so early whom you loved so much. She will definitely come back in your current life or in your future life.” I then took him to his that life’s one more important event. His wife left him because she thought he was responsible for their daughter’s death. She went to her mother. She never came back. “Had you ever tried to make her understand that that was not your fault?” when I asked he said “No”. I advised him to go and make his wife understand the situation. It was not his mistake. He loved his daughter so much. He was equally in the trauma of losing his daughter as she was. He was all alone and crying. His tears were unstoppable here in front of me also. Al last, he again determined to go and talk to his wife. He went to her. “I hug her tightly. I am so alone. I need you Paris. My life is incomplete without you. There is nothing…I’m nothing…without you..please come back” His wife’s name was Paris in that lifetime.  “Do you know her in your current life?” when I inquired he instantly replied “Oh! Yes, she is Poonam” Poonam was his girlfriend in his current life. He lived a completely painful and lonely life. He was seemed to be pooped up there on the bed also. I decided to take him back in his current life.

Later he told me he felt so relaxed and light after meeting his wife. He hadn’t met her after she left him in his that life but after doing that he was feeling so satisfied and assured because he knew that his wife had met him again in this life. He understood that she was same her soul was  same, only bodies changed. He told me that he is medically fit but he always had a fear in his current life that he would not be able to have a child and if he had he would lost that child and he always wanted a girl child. He was not married but that was his feeling that he shared with me. Same thing he felt about his girlfriend. He understood that that was all his past life’s connection with his girlfriend and with his daughter. Both left him  and he was all alone.

Always listen to you inner voice, the voice of your subconscious mind or soul. It is always right for you. Vikas listened to his inner voice and determined to see his past no matter how painful that might be. The purpose of seeing or going through that painful journey of his past life again was vanishing his fear of losing his dear ones in his present life. He understood that his wife left him in his past life but she came back in his present life. Bodies change but the soul remains the same. He is sure that his past life’s daughter will also come back in his present life.

Nitu Dhiman

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This Blog is for informational and educational purposes only. The information provided is not intended to be a substitute for professional psychiatric treatment. Visiting this blog this does not create a therapeutic relationship with Nitu Dhiman or imply that one has been established with him. In no event shall Nitu Dhiman be held responsible for any negative consequence to the reader resulting from the reader’s use of this material.
Whilst every effort will be made to keep the information up to date and correct, there are no warranties, either expressed or implied, that guarantee the accuracy, reliability, accessibility or suitability of the information provided. In addition to this, in keeping with the dialectic nature of conceptual discourses and truth, my opinions and perspectives may change and evolve over time.

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A music lover, not only lover but passionate for music, came to regress herself with curiosity to know her connection with music in her past life/lives.  It was a spring afternoon when I started to regress her after a detailed counselling a day before. Her name was Jasspreet Kaur in her present life. Being a Punjabi girl, she hardly spoke Hindi. In fact, Hindi seemed to be more difficult than English for her as she stated. After going in to a complete trance state, she elaborated her whole past life in Hindi language and I am going to describe it in English for better understanding to all my readers.

“We are going to somewhere…me and my group(Mandali)…..we are in a train” she elaborated. “Where are you going? What kind of group is that?” I was curious to know when I heard her speaking some typical Hindi words. “I don’t know…we are in a train…I have worn a ‘Sari’…” she continued without asking about her dress. She defined further,”Each one in my group has musical instrument…I too have ‘Sitar’ with me.” Her journey in that train ended when she saw herself coming down from the train at a station. “Many people have come to receive me…Shivranjini has also come.” A new name was there in her subconscious mind and I was obviously eager to ask, “Who is Shivranjini? How do you know her?” She explained,”She organizes my musical programs…she has worn a white ‘sari’ with broad dark red colored boarder..” This kind of traditional Indian dress called ‘Sari’ is worn by women in West Bengal, where she has never been to, in her present life. I pretended to be unaware of this fact and asked,”Where are you now? Try to read the name of the station. It must be displayed somewhere at the railway station itself.” She responded instantaneously “Its very crowded…people are excited to see me…I am very famous here too…” I wanted to know, “Where?” She continued “here…in Kolkata (Capital of West Bengal, India).”

A ravishing royal ‘Baghi’ (Royal Indian horse cart) was waiting for her outside the railway station, along with Guruji (Her music teacher). A music teacher is recognized as a very prestigious and respectable personality in India and the students call him/her by ‘Guruji’ instead of his/her name. I wanted to know her name in this life and she was seemed to be very close to Guruji. So, I inquired, “By what name your Guruji calling you?” Her eyes were fluttering under her eyelids as if she was scanning the scene while meeting with her Guruji “Baccha!…Guruji is calling me baccha…(baccha means dear-daughter like girl in India)…he is my music teacher now!” Her Guruji in her past life is her music teacher in her current life. How amazing it was!

I then took her to the musical program for which she had come there. “It is a ‘Sangeet Sammelan’ (name of the program in Hindi). Preparations for the program is going on…the program is going to be held by tomorrow…I am waiting for someone…he is my fiance…Eklavya…his name is Eklavya. He has come! he is too…..a singer like me..but popular than me…he is from Gujrat..he loves me…so do I.” She shouted with excitement. “What is the time now? Can you see any watch there?” I asked and she replied,”Its 1:30 pm.”

At the time of regression, our conscious mind has a deep connection with our subconscious mind. In this way the buried long term memories of our childhood and even far beyond that time (past life/lives) become alive like a movie playing in front of us or sometimes the person feel as if he/she is in that body. Any or all of our five senses can work at that time, we can feel, see, touch, smell or hear.

“Do you know Eklavya in your current life? Have you ever met him?” I had that question in my mind, so I asked but her answer was no! It was so because she was just 18 years old when I regressed her. She did not even has any boyfriend till that time. Her program was going to be held on January 1, 1800 something as she stated. She was not sure about the year. She was very happy with Eklavya. Both were on the stage to watch the preparations for their program. “Something has hit on my foot…Ah! I am not able to walk…Eklavya has helped me to sit on a chair on the stage. He is saying that I won’t be able to perform tomorrow…but I am fine. I will sing and perform tomorrow definitely…singing is my passion…even if I die, I can’t leave music.”, her words were defining her enthusiasm and dedication for music.

I took her to the day of performance. She and her fiance performed extremely well. She was filled with joy when she heard a big round of applause for herself and for her fiance, “I am so happy…people are clapping for us..Eklavya is also very happy…Oh God! This is our best performance and it is the biggest show I have ever done…this is the happiest day of my life..we are going to be ‘Sanmanit‘ (awarded) for our astonishing performance.” I left her for some moments to enjoy the happiness and joy of excitement of her successful performance which I could judge through her facial expressions. After some moments, I broke the silence,”Leave this moment now. It is over but your happiness will continue even after your therapy gets over. Music is your passion and the fulfillment of your passion gives you happiness, happiness is the most significant factor in life. You got the same happiness in your current life. As you told you love music in your current life, it has connected with your past life.  Now go ahead! See what happened next! Next most significant event of your life.” “We are in a boat…me and Eklavya…our hands are tied behind with a rope and we are blind folded. This is the same day when we performed at Kolkata…no its not day…I think it is night…they are going to kill us.” her scariness was reflecting through her facial expressions. “Who carried you to this boat? Who wants to kill you and why?” I inquired. “I don’t know her name but I know that she is jealous of me because I am famed in the music world of India and I am going to marry the handsome and eminent singer…she wants to kill me…because being a singer too, she is not as prominent as me…someone has thrown us in the ocean…those are her hired men…” she started gagging even in front of me. I guided her to leave that moment and watch that scene from the higher perspective. “I am floating. My body is in the ocean..Eklavya is also no more.” she was relaxed now. When I asked her, “What did you learn from this life?” , her reply was unexpected, “I have to continue my passion, my love for music.”

Aaradyana left her body but her soul came again in a new body with a new name Jaspreet, again passionate for music. Her passion for music dragged her to another life. Will her passion for music drag her to the path of success in this life or she has to reincarnate for her same dreams to come true? Time will tell her destiny but her Karmas and strong determination can even change her destiny. May God bless her with Happiness forever!

Nitu Dhiman

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This Blog is for informational and educational purposes only. The information provided is not intended to be a substitute for professional psychiatric treatment. Visiting this blog this does not create a therapeutic relationship with Nitu Dhiman or imply that one has been established with him. In no event shall Nitu Dhiman be held responsible for any negative consequence to the reader resulting from the reader’s use of this material.
Whilst every effort will be made to keep the information up to date and correct, there are no warranties, either expressed or implied, that guarantee the accuracy, reliability, accessibility or suitability of the information provided. In addition to this, in keeping with the dialectic nature of conceptual discourses and truth, my opinions and perspectives may change and evolve over time.

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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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This Blog is for informational and educational purposes only. The information provided is not intended to be a substitute for professional psychiatric treatment. Visiting this blog this does not create a therapeutic relationship with Nitu Dhiman or imply that one has been established with him. In no event shall Nitu Dhiman be held responsible for any negative consequence to the reader resulting from the reader’s use of this material.
Whilst every effort will be made to keep the information up to date and correct, there are no warranties, either expressed or implied, that guarantee the accuracy, reliability, accessibility or suitability of the information provided. In addition to this, in keeping with the dialectic nature of conceptual discourses and truth, my opinions and perspectives may change and evolve over time.

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‘Black Magic’- a phrase denotes magic done through negative powers to harm someone physically, emotionally or spiritually. If someone, with bad intentions, does black magic on a person, then a negative black aura surrounds and wrap the affected person to empower him/her with negativity and it becomes a hindrance between him/her and positive divine powers, so that the positive thoughts and divine blessings will not be able to reach or even touch that affected person.

The question  is: Is ‘Black Magic’ so powerful that it can affect life after life or after reincarnation? The answer is: Yes, it can. It will be clear to you after reading the story of a girl who really suffered.

A little dark complexioned, tall, having athletic kind of body, well dressed but a bit egoistic or you can say arrogant girl came to my clinic one day. She was in her thirties. Her name was Nia. She seemed not much interested in Past Life Regression Therapy, just came to know, “Is this therapy really works?” Moreover, her mother insisted her to try Past Life Regression as she believed in PLR therapy, being my client. She tried everything, say, tantra and mantra healing, astrological remedies and so on, to find a life partner but failed. Very practical, analytic and left brained looking girl surprisingly fell into the trance state within twelve minutes on a comfortable couch in my clinic.

The moment I guided her to go to her past life and instructed her to look down on the floor and on her feet, she responded instantly, “Its a street made up of bricks…and…I have worn Punjabi Jutti (An Indian footwear) on my feet.” I inquired,” What dress are you wearing? Are you a male or female? What is your age?” “I’m wearing a traditional Punjabi suit with gota and dupatta (A traditional Punjabi/Indian dress)…I am a simple Punjabi girl, my age is around twenty one…walking on the street…towards my home.” She replied. I took her to her house to know about more details and asked who all were in her house. I can see her eye balls scanning under her eyelids as if she was wandering around and surprisingly saw her own uncle and aunt in her present life as her mother and father in her past life whereas her paternal grandmother was the same. She saw an old house in Punjab, India, during nineteenth century. When she entered, she saw that her grandmother was cooking (her grandmother was same as her present life’s). Nia said,”My paternal Uncle is there and my Aunt (my uncle’s wife) is also there…but they are not my uncle and aunt…they are my parents…my aunt is glowering at me…she doesn’t like me.”

Actually, she found her present life’s paternal Uncle and Aunt in her past life. Sometimes we instantly recognize in past life whom we know in our current life, if the vision is very clear, sometimes it takes some moments to understand. Usually, I have to say to the regressed person, “Recognize that person you are seeing in your past life, face may be different, gender may be different but soul can recognize another soul by looking into the eyes.” In Nia’s case, the situation was different. She recognized first who were they, in front of her, later she came to know that they were her parents in her past life. It showed that her vision was immeasurable.

“Why she doesn’t like you?” I asked after a while. She replied, “Because she is my step mother..my real mother is no more.” Before I inquired more, she continued, “Reeta is also there (Reeta was her cousin sister from the same uncle and aunt in her current life)…she is my step sister. No body loves me. My step mother curses me all the time. She always says, you will live alone and you will die alone.” I took her to an important event of her past life. Her face exhibited a blend of sadness and fear. Her facial expressions told me that she was living that moment again, “My step mother curses me…she is saying that I should die..I am like some unwanted material for her..she doesn’t even like to see me…” I asked with a sigh,”Isn’t your father stopping her. He is your real father…and what about your grandmother.” She said,”Nobody can say anything to her…she dominates..she likes everyone else…but for me…she has no feelings..she hates me..” “What happened next?” I wanted to know. She stated,”She sealed me in a dark store room with no window and no light at all…I am crying..begging in front of her…don’t put me here..please…what I have done to you…why you are doing this to me..” Tears rolled down from her eyes to her cheeks and mine too. Her pain came out from her heart and from her subconscious mind, repressed for years, in the form of tears. I could feel the pain she had suffered years ago and living again, now in my clinic.

I controlled my emotions and asked,”After putting you in the store, where is she? Has anyone opened the door?” “No, but she has gone somewhere to do black magic on me” She replied. I took her soul to chase her step mother and to know where she had gone and what she had done. Nia saw everything,”She is doing black magic with someone…a Baba (the man who does black magic) is there. He is chanting something…some bad mantras. He is giving some ‘ash’ to my step mother..he is saying something…he says, mix it in milk and give it to your step daughter..she will not be able to get out of her bed..and will die soon…alone.” Nia’s step mother returned home.

“My step mother opened the door, she has a big glass of milk in her hands….she is showing so much affection and love for me, you would be so hungry, have this milk….I know why is she doing this…I will not drink this milk…no…I will not…she is forcefully putting the whole glass of milk in my mouth..more than half of this glass of milk is inside me.” She started gasping and could taste the milk with yuk kind of feeling. Most probably that was the reason she hated milk in her current life. Anyway, black magic started working on her.  She caught fever and had been on bed for about a month. She never recovered. At last, the day of her death came. She was all alone. No one in her family even liked to see her. She was in pain, wanted to leave that body soon. Ultimately, She died. Her body floated above. She sighed with a feeling of relief, “I am feeling so relaxed..all the pain has gone.” “What lesson did you learn from that life?” I asked. She said,”Fight for your Right.” That was what she was doing in her current life. That was the reason she seemed to be so arrogant, but in fact, she was not.

The continued affect of that black magic done by her step mother in her past life was unbelievable. She was suffering the same state of loneliness in spite of having a loving family in her present life too. The circumstances of her life dragged her to the same situation. She was all alone, longing for her life partner. She still remembered the harsh words of her past life’s step mother,” you will live alone and you will die alone.”

She came for second session after a week. In that session of PLR Therapy, some more secrets of her current life revealed. With the blessings of divine power, with her bulldog spirit and with my guidance, we succeeded to undone the affect of that black magic in her present life.  When I checked her aura, which was extremely negative before the first Regression therapy, was absolutely clean after that second session! She was amazed to see that much positive effect in just two sessions of regression. She was free from the affect of black magic done by her step mother in her past life, but continued to affect her current life. She is going to be married soon.

All the very best for her happy future with her life partner!

To all the readers: Stay blessed, stay happy, always!

Nitu Dhiman

Disclaimer

This Blog is for informational and educational purposes only. The information provided is not intended to be a substitute for professional psychiatric treatment. Visiting this blog this does not create a therapeutic relationship with Nitu Dhiman or imply that one has been established with him. In no event shall Nitu Dhiman be held responsible for any negative consequence to the reader resulting from the reader’s use of this material.
Whilst every effort will be made to keep the information up to date and correct, there are no warranties, either expressed or implied, that guarantee the accuracy, reliability, accessibility or suitability of the information provided. In addition to this, in keeping with the dialectic nature of conceptual discourses and truth, my opinions and perspectives may change and evolve over time.

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“What a worthless life that I am living! My husband is extremely stroppy and heartless, never understands my feelings, never even tries to. The most disgusting thing in my life is my house. Its in the heart of the city but its an old city, jammed with narrow streets, old and craggy houses, open drainage, stinky and annoying people who always try to put their nose in others’ matters. My house is so tiny that it is too laborious to get fresh air there. Sometimes, I feel that the whole house will fall on me and I would be crushed. I feel, my lungs are choked and I am helpless to even tell someone. This happens especially in summer season when temperature in my town rises to 48-49 degree Celsius. Oh my God! Can you believe this? How a person can survive in such awful conditions? This is not all, I believe that I am the most unhappy woman in the world because my three children, who are my biggest strength to live this this burdensome life, are not happy in their lives. There are so many other small-small issues…what to do? How to be satisfied for whatever I have?” Mrs Meera outburst the moment I tried to identify her actual problem in her life. I asked her why she needs a Past Life Regression Session. Her answer was not only absurd but also witty for me. “I want to know if I was a queen or princess in any of my past life, so that I would be satisfied to know that at least in my past life, my life was worth living. I request you…please bring me to my that past life in which I might be a queen.”

I chuckled and clarified to her that its not in the therapist’s hands to take you to any specific life. I can’t create a life for you to imagine and experience it to be happy. I show you the path, I guide you but which path you choose or which life you see and experience is absolutely lies in your subconscious mind. It will take you to the journey of your past life because the memories are still stored there, in your subconscious mind, not in my conscious mind. 

Within a few minutes of guidance, she went into a deep trance state and found herself in a University. “I’ve worn a trouser, blue shirt and ragged sandals. Oh my Gosh! I’m a boy! How could I?” I said,”Its okay! Whenever a soul reincarnates, it emerges in a new body…that body can be of a male or of a female. Now tell me, what do you study there? Do you have something like some books in your hands? Which university is this? Any idea?” She replied, “Yes, I have some books in my hands..” “Try to read the name of your book or the name of the author of that book.” I instructed. “Its P…H…Y..S..I…C…S..” She tried to read the alphabets because she was not much qualified in her current life. “Oh! Its Physics. So, you study Physics here…tell me more.” I guided her further. Her eyes started fluttering under her eyelids as if she was trying to scan those images coming in her subconscious mind in fragments, “I’m standing in a corridor…no one is here with me..I don’t have any friends. I’m looking for my professor. Professor Bhatnagar..yes..Prof Bhatnagar teaches me…I’ve found him..talking to him about his lecture…that’s it.”

She was not able to recognize her university where she studied in her past life during her visit there. Therefore, I decided to take her to her home in her that specific past life. “Its a very dirty and tiny house. It seems like a beggar’s home…my room is so small and dark with stinky smell…there is one folding single bed and a chair…a table and some books…Lucknow University…I study there…” I didn’t ask about her university but she recognized after seeing some more books or sometimes memory triggered unwillingly and instantly without even remembering about that specifically. “…my mother is there. She works as a house maid in different different homes for our survival.” She seemed to be very sad. When I asked about her father in that life, she replied with tears in her closed eyes,”I’m an illegitimate child, an whoreson…that’s why no accepts us in society..that’s why I have no friends…that’s why people abuse me with bad names..that’s why I’m all alone..” Tears started rolling down from her eyes. I could see the expression of sadness on her face and could feel the sigh of lonesomeness she released. I wiped off her tears with tissues near the regression couch.

I always keep those tissues near to my regression couch whenever I start regressing people because people release their pain in the form of tears which they suppressed for years and that suppression cause physical, emotional, psychological as well as spiritual problems and diseases. When they release that pain in the form of tears, the root cause of any of their diseases or stress goes instantly. The patient feels so much relaxed as if some heavy weight on his/her shoulder has lifted up. 

Same was happening with Meera.

She was releasing her pain through her tears. I tried to take her further in her past life but she refused to go. She wanted to come back in her present life. An instant sharp pain in her head was also not supporting her. Therefore, I decided to take her back. I spent a few moments in consoling and relaxing her to slash down her grief to some extent. In this way, I tried to soothe her headache. I, then, took her back in her current life, alert and awake.

I always explain before regressing people that they can come back whenever they want or whenever they feel uncomfortable in any of the situations in their past lives. I, usually, demand some time to get them relaxed, so that they should not come back by carrying any kind of pain or grief with them.

Meera, when waked, was silent for some moments. After a short span of silence, she spoke with a spark in her eyes, “How stupid I am! I’ve everything now..I don’t know I deserve those things or not but I know that I’m the happiest woman on earth. I’m having the love of my family, my children, care of my near and dear ones, my reputation in society and most importantly, God has gifted me invaluable treasure of good health, rightly functioned body organs, a healthy mind. What is the worth of that immeasurable wealth if we can’t buy a natural organ we are born with. Now, I know the worth of life which I finished myself in my past life.” “What!” my obvious reaction. “Yes, I committed suicide when I felt that my life became unbearable for me…and that was my biggest mistake…we have no right to finish our lives…that is wrong ..but now I’ve recognized the real value of life given to us…” The surprising transformation in thoughts of Meera was incredibly astonishing.  A new Meera was in front of me, a confident Meera, a sensible Meera with positive attitude towards her life. She had learnt the most important lesson of life.

We all come here for a purpose. When that purpose is fulfilled, we are upgraded to next standard, like we all are in a school and we all have to graduate. Graduation, here probably means learning the most important lesson of life and till then we have to incarnate again and again. Every life, given to us, is not to bear a punishment for whatever we did in our past life/lives but for a lesson to learn, to become more wise and positive. 

Stay positive, stay blessed!!!

Nitu Dhiman

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