Marilou McIntyre, Author
| Excerpt from Fast Road to Happiness |
CHAPTER THREE CONQUERING PAIN
"The great use for life is to spend it for something that will outlast it."
— William James
When a past life incident causes dysfunction, it is sometimes difficult to
heal. Such as the case of Sheila, who came in for a regression because
she had been bothered all her life by terrible attacks of asthma and
allergies. She had trouble breathing for as long as she could remember.
No matter what medication or treatment she tried, nothing helped. By now,
she was plagued with not only asthma and allergies, but also
claustrophobia and paranoia. She was already a basket case, though only
in her twenties. The doctors were confounded, and she declined more
each day. We had to fix her.
I travel with patients beyond the space-time continuum into their past
lives. I see, smell, feel and hear everything they do, but as a detached
observer, there only to help if needed. On the other hand, the client is an
emotionally attached observer, there to heal misconceptions or problems.
Regressions portrayed are from the client’s point of view.
Through a unique technique I developed, we find ourselves out of the
body and flowing together into cosmic colors of the universe, then
hurling toward this planet to plunge into another time and place and
lifetime.
SHEILA’S REGRESSION:
Sheila consciously travels in a euphoric state to Egypt at the time she was
one of Cleopatra’s maids-in-waiting. She recognizes herself as a beautiful,
dark-complexioned girl with long raven hair, called Ingra by everyone. Her
family had been poor and was fortunate to ‘sell’ Ingra to the court
because of her beauty, even as a very young girl.
Her life is mapped out, the preparation arduous but worthwhile. She loves
living in the palace—it is elegant. Every morning she rises early and starts
her classes of applied occultism.
“Inhale, hold, exhale,” over and over the robed instructor orders. “Lie on
your back now. Place your hands over your ribs and push all the air out of
your body. See yourself floating free of gravity.”
This is one of the hardest ones, Ingra thinks as she pushes against her
ribs. Finally, they break for a meal, which is some kind of biscuit soaked in
a greenish sauce, tasting pretty awful. Oh well, she thinks, it’s probably
good for me, and this is my life.
Since early days, she has served the Queen’s every wish. The girl is very
obedient and dedicated in her role. Ingra is training in ancient secret
methods to project herself out of her body at will. When the time comes,
she will be placed in the tomb with other maidens to escort the Queen’s
soul to the ‘ferryman’ and then across the River Styx and on to immortality.
The priests tell her that when this mission is completed, Ingra will return
to the palace to live out the rest of her days as a saint. Ingra is proud she
is becoming so accomplished in her abilities. She contemplates, I am
much honored as a young virgin to be in this holy position.
Pomp and ceremony fill her life almost every day. She just knows she will
live a long, happy life, as Cleopatra is a powerful woman who always gets
what she wants. She often thinks: My life is blissful with no problems on
the horizon. I am so grateful that my parents sold me into this holy role.
Cleopatra falls from grace and power and is conquered by the Romans.
Being a very willful person, the Queen refuses to march through the
streets of Rome to be jeered at by the Roman conquerors and humiliated
as the conquered Queen of Egypt. Instead she decides to outsmart the
Romans and denies them her presence. She chooses to achieve
immortality. That would teach them she thought.
Ingra hears of the Queens decision. “Glory to RA.” She’ll show them her
high ranking and her contempt for them. In those days, Egyptians
believed that if bitten by a Sacred Asp, a huge poisonous snake, one was
assured eternal life. Cleopatra’s downfall has prompted her decision. The
Queen is verbal about her intentions. “This is it! This is what I have been
practicing for.” Ingra dances through her rooms, spilling joy everywhere.
“Finally, what I have been preparing for all my life. I can hardly wait.”
Cleopatra retires to her opulent quarters with her maids-in-waiting. Ingra
joins her there and helps bathe, comb, and perfume her, as a Queen
should be in preparation for a sacred ceremony. Cleopatra lies back on
her satin-covered bed and calls for the Asp. The maidens are removed
from the room so they cannot witness the sacred ritual of the bite.
The Asp bites her, and the poison quickly rushes though her body. Her
death is quick and painless. The Queen is dead with a smile on her face.
In a stately procession, her body is carried into her tomb, followed by her
maidens-in-waiting.
Suddenly Sheila began shaking and gasping for breath. Her hands
grabbed her neck as she started to slump in her chair, sobbing heavily.
Ingra was entombed with the dead Queen and the other maidens. She was
terrified initially, and then remembered she had been trained to act as an
escort only.
“For doing this, dear Ingra, people will always revere you. When the time
comes, do not be afraid. When your mission is completed, you will return
to the palace and be revered by all.” The priests repeatedly told her this.
Because of her faith and loyalty, she fully believes she is able to do this,
and no harm will come to her. Then she will be adored for the rest of her
life. Now she is in a state of ecstasy and believes every word she has
been told and looks forward to helping her beloved Queen.
Cleopatra still has a smile on her face. Ingra and the other maidens seat
themselves around the Queen’s body and start the steps of the ritual that
is supposed to release them from their bodies so they can lead their
Queen safely into the spirit realms.
What she then experiences is a great shock to her. She cannot get out of
her body, no matter how hard she tries. During her training sessions,
where she was so adept in projection, soft music played and the room was
always scented. Now all she can hear is the other maidens screaming in
terror and choking on the dusty air.
Ingra begins to panic as the air gets thick with dust, and she inhales
excessive amounts of sand and dirt and begins to choke. The other
maidens scream, because they too are in the same situation. It is
pandemonium with no apparent solution. Then she realizes, to her horror,
that the priests were merely following ancient traditions, and that they had
lied to her.
“Impossible. They lied to me. I am going to die in anger and misery,” she
mutters and tries to grasp in her mind. The young girl, Ingra, eventually
suffocated, but not before all the hope and faith was destroyed that
originally aligned with her belief system. These were her thoughts when
she died, and they remain a part of Sheila’s subconscious.
While Sheila relived this agony, she began to understand this was an
experience ages old and not relevant to her present lifetime. This
enabled her to release the discord, and she saw it figuratively lying in a
pool on the floor of the tomb. Realizing this, she moved out of the tomb
and back to the present, leaving the revulsion of deception and death
behind her in that tomb.
Sheila became aware that, after she faced and released the terror of the
trauma during the regression, there was no reason for her to accept the
problems that continued to bother her. She left all that behind and
contacted her divine intuitive nature to accept the healing as we moved
back to the here and now. It was time for her to return to this life and
good health. Her breathing was under control and normal.
The good news was she would never have to worry about being buried in
a tomb again. She opened her eyes when she fully returned to the
present, wiped away the tears, and smiled in relief and amazement.
Sheila was completely healed and exclaimed that she could feel air going
through her entire body, as if inflated like a balloon. One of the major
lessons she learned was the importance of discernment before accepting
anything as true. In the future, she vowed to accept truth as her authority,
not authority for truth. This would prevent her from deception again.
She now has no asthma attacks and has even overcome the allergies.
Sheila reported recently that she is now more discerning and not afraid of
closed-in places. She lives a happy and healthy life with her husband. This
is another success story of a regression that enabled the release of old
traumas from a past life that adversely affected a patient’s well being.
"The great use for life is to spend it for something that will outlast it."
— William James
When a past life incident causes dysfunction, it is sometimes difficult to
heal. Such as the case of Sheila, who came in for a regression because
she had been bothered all her life by terrible attacks of asthma and
allergies. She had trouble breathing for as long as she could remember.
No matter what medication or treatment she tried, nothing helped. By now,
she was plagued with not only asthma and allergies, but also
claustrophobia and paranoia. She was already a basket case, though only
in her twenties. The doctors were confounded, and she declined more
each day. We had to fix her.
I travel with patients beyond the space-time continuum into their past
lives. I see, smell, feel and hear everything they do, but as a detached
observer, there only to help if needed. On the other hand, the client is an
emotionally attached observer, there to heal misconceptions or problems.
Regressions portrayed are from the client’s point of view.
Through a unique technique I developed, we find ourselves out of the
body and flowing together into cosmic colors of the universe, then
hurling toward this planet to plunge into another time and place and
lifetime.
SHEILA’S REGRESSION:
Sheila consciously travels in a euphoric state to Egypt at the time she was
one of Cleopatra’s maids-in-waiting. She recognizes herself as a beautiful,
dark-complexioned girl with long raven hair, called Ingra by everyone. Her
family had been poor and was fortunate to ‘sell’ Ingra to the court
because of her beauty, even as a very young girl.
Her life is mapped out, the preparation arduous but worthwhile. She loves
living in the palace—it is elegant. Every morning she rises early and starts
her classes of applied occultism.
“Inhale, hold, exhale,” over and over the robed instructor orders. “Lie on
your back now. Place your hands over your ribs and push all the air out of
your body. See yourself floating free of gravity.”
This is one of the hardest ones, Ingra thinks as she pushes against her
ribs. Finally, they break for a meal, which is some kind of biscuit soaked in
a greenish sauce, tasting pretty awful. Oh well, she thinks, it’s probably
good for me, and this is my life.
Since early days, she has served the Queen’s every wish. The girl is very
obedient and dedicated in her role. Ingra is training in ancient secret
methods to project herself out of her body at will. When the time comes,
she will be placed in the tomb with other maidens to escort the Queen’s
soul to the ‘ferryman’ and then across the River Styx and on to immortality.
The priests tell her that when this mission is completed, Ingra will return
to the palace to live out the rest of her days as a saint. Ingra is proud she
is becoming so accomplished in her abilities. She contemplates, I am
much honored as a young virgin to be in this holy position.
Pomp and ceremony fill her life almost every day. She just knows she will
live a long, happy life, as Cleopatra is a powerful woman who always gets
what she wants. She often thinks: My life is blissful with no problems on
the horizon. I am so grateful that my parents sold me into this holy role.
Cleopatra falls from grace and power and is conquered by the Romans.
Being a very willful person, the Queen refuses to march through the
streets of Rome to be jeered at by the Roman conquerors and humiliated
as the conquered Queen of Egypt. Instead she decides to outsmart the
Romans and denies them her presence. She chooses to achieve
immortality. That would teach them she thought.
Ingra hears of the Queens decision. “Glory to RA.” She’ll show them her
high ranking and her contempt for them. In those days, Egyptians
believed that if bitten by a Sacred Asp, a huge poisonous snake, one was
assured eternal life. Cleopatra’s downfall has prompted her decision. The
Queen is verbal about her intentions. “This is it! This is what I have been
practicing for.” Ingra dances through her rooms, spilling joy everywhere.
“Finally, what I have been preparing for all my life. I can hardly wait.”
Cleopatra retires to her opulent quarters with her maids-in-waiting. Ingra
joins her there and helps bathe, comb, and perfume her, as a Queen
should be in preparation for a sacred ceremony. Cleopatra lies back on
her satin-covered bed and calls for the Asp. The maidens are removed
from the room so they cannot witness the sacred ritual of the bite.
The Asp bites her, and the poison quickly rushes though her body. Her
death is quick and painless. The Queen is dead with a smile on her face.
In a stately procession, her body is carried into her tomb, followed by her
maidens-in-waiting.
Suddenly Sheila began shaking and gasping for breath. Her hands
grabbed her neck as she started to slump in her chair, sobbing heavily.
Ingra was entombed with the dead Queen and the other maidens. She was
terrified initially, and then remembered she had been trained to act as an
escort only.
“For doing this, dear Ingra, people will always revere you. When the time
comes, do not be afraid. When your mission is completed, you will return
to the palace and be revered by all.” The priests repeatedly told her this.
Because of her faith and loyalty, she fully believes she is able to do this,
and no harm will come to her. Then she will be adored for the rest of her
life. Now she is in a state of ecstasy and believes every word she has
been told and looks forward to helping her beloved Queen.
Cleopatra still has a smile on her face. Ingra and the other maidens seat
themselves around the Queen’s body and start the steps of the ritual that
is supposed to release them from their bodies so they can lead their
Queen safely into the spirit realms.
What she then experiences is a great shock to her. She cannot get out of
her body, no matter how hard she tries. During her training sessions,
where she was so adept in projection, soft music played and the room was
always scented. Now all she can hear is the other maidens screaming in
terror and choking on the dusty air.
Ingra begins to panic as the air gets thick with dust, and she inhales
excessive amounts of sand and dirt and begins to choke. The other
maidens scream, because they too are in the same situation. It is
pandemonium with no apparent solution. Then she realizes, to her horror,
that the priests were merely following ancient traditions, and that they had
lied to her.
“Impossible. They lied to me. I am going to die in anger and misery,” she
mutters and tries to grasp in her mind. The young girl, Ingra, eventually
suffocated, but not before all the hope and faith was destroyed that
originally aligned with her belief system. These were her thoughts when
she died, and they remain a part of Sheila’s subconscious.
While Sheila relived this agony, she began to understand this was an
experience ages old and not relevant to her present lifetime. This
enabled her to release the discord, and she saw it figuratively lying in a
pool on the floor of the tomb. Realizing this, she moved out of the tomb
and back to the present, leaving the revulsion of deception and death
behind her in that tomb.
Sheila became aware that, after she faced and released the terror of the
trauma during the regression, there was no reason for her to accept the
problems that continued to bother her. She left all that behind and
contacted her divine intuitive nature to accept the healing as we moved
back to the here and now. It was time for her to return to this life and
good health. Her breathing was under control and normal.
The good news was she would never have to worry about being buried in
a tomb again. She opened her eyes when she fully returned to the
present, wiped away the tears, and smiled in relief and amazement.
Sheila was completely healed and exclaimed that she could feel air going
through her entire body, as if inflated like a balloon. One of the major
lessons she learned was the importance of discernment before accepting
anything as true. In the future, she vowed to accept truth as her authority,
not authority for truth. This would prevent her from deception again.
She now has no asthma attacks and has even overcome the allergies.
Sheila reported recently that she is now more discerning and not afraid of
closed-in places. She lives a happy and healthy life with her husband. This
is another success story of a regression that enabled the release of old
traumas from a past life that adversely affected a patient’s well being.
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