“Are past-lives metaphors or real?” she asks.
“I really don’t know, but it usually works, doesn’t it?”
My client is 46 and childless… also husbandless. She twinkles and says “And I’ll marry any man who can make me pregnant.”
It is Monday.
Fifteen minutes later, in a really light trance, she is walking in a field of an isolated European farm. The grasses are damp. This land is theirs. She is thinking about her one and only child, a son of 12. He is so strong and big for his age. Once at home she prepares a hot meal for him… with meat today. He is the man of this family.
“Go to the most significant moment of that life,” I say while snapping my fingers(*) Her face crumples and sobs begin. The local army has swept down on the farm, destroying everything and taking her son.
“Go to a few moments before your death in that life…. what are you experiencing?”
She remembers how she waited and waited for his return; how the tears of loneliness never stopped. And in dying she says to herself “I’ll never have another child. This is too hard.”
“You could make a different decision, could you not?” I encourage.
Friday she phones me with the good news. Thomas is now 4 years old.