In the deep profound dark-blue sky of my professional and personal memory, Minna is a precious gem sparkling like a star, just like her dark, deep and bright eyes.

When I first met Minna, it was a tradeshow event. We started to talk and she expressed her interest in a past life regression, hopefully to address her overwhelming experiences with anxiety.

We set up an appointment. When Minna came in, she said this burning curiosity of past lives has been with her for a while. We got to work without further ado.

On the opening scene, Minna says she wears socks on feet and a white dress. It’s daytime, outside. She’s in the mountain. Asked where she sleeps at night, she says she stays in a big house, many rooms, and everything is wood. It feels very calm here. I asked Minna to move to her own bedroom, she says she sleeps on futon (mattress) on the floor.

“Is there any mirror in this room?”

“Yeah.”

“Go and look at yourself.”

Minna describes herself as an Asian-looking, 17-year-old young girl.

I then instruct her to a dinnertime. There are nine people around the long table. Simple food. A priest sits on her right. She doesn’t feel completely comfortable with him. A young male sits cross her. His name is Kaneto, a friend.

The place is called Kirishima, Japan. The year is 1806. Her name is Anieko. She wants to use her hand to eat, but she is not allowed.

I ask Anieko to describe a typical day. She says there is a lot of cleaning. Besides that, she “plays on her own” – walking in nature and watching animals. Anieko’s father brought her there when she was only 3. She’d grow up in this temple and never see her family again. That was the first moment of feeling unwanted and abandoned.

Her friend Kaneto teaches courses to visitors in the temple.

Anieko is in training to be a priestess. She feels rebellious. She is always late. She likes to do things her own way, rather than the way they are set up, and she is fascinated by stories.

Asked to move forward in time to the next significant moment in this life, Anieko finds herself living in a village, as a prostitute, at the age of 28.

We have to move back to the incident that causes her leaving the temple. When Anieko is 19, she is sexually mature. She falls in love with Kaneto. They become secret lovers. But not for long. After they are discovered, people in the temple get mad at Anieko and cast her out.

Kaneto gets to stay, as they have invested so much with him, and he is the male, the “less evil” one.

With anger towards everybody, despair and resentment, Anieko leaves the temple, completely not knowing where to go. I remind her she used to like to talk with visitors. “Is it possible for you to ask for help?”

“No. I’m too proud.”

This is the second time in Anieko’s life that she feels abandoned and unwanted. She meets some nice people on her wandering. The feeling of unwanted haunts her and sense of pride keeps her moving, until she comes to the small village, hungry and cold. Someone takes her in, but “they don’t respect me. They just want to handle me aggressively.”

There seems to be so much pain that Minna is experiencing emotionally. In this village, Anieko loses freedom. Older people feel sorry for her. Yet younger people only want her body. They tell Anieko is worthless. There are other prostitutes in the same house. Tears fall down Minna’s face like spring…

Prostitution becomes her way of life. Until when she is “retired”.

At the age of 83, she finds herself living in a small house in the mountain alone. A day is full of walking and gardening. She has a daughter who comes to visit her from time to time. Looking back to the life she’s lived, Anieko says she’s very unfortunate. There were a lot of turning points in her life. Yet asked if she could do it again, she said she wouldn’t do it differently. With that insight, she starts to feel proud of herself.

I then asked if she ever missed Kaneto again, Anieko says “sometimes”. With that, Kaneto was identified as Minna’s brother in this life. More tears pour down Minna’s face.

Anieko dies in her 80’s – “too old to count.” The daughter’s family is there.

“The door is open. The sun is bright. “ Very readily and peacefully, Anieko takes her last breath. Asked the last conscious thought, Anieko says, “I’m going to live an average life next time.” I was not sure if this is not Minna’s conscious interference.

When free of the body, the soul sees the trees. We neutralize the emotions. Then the soul goes to the light, where she meets her guide. The insight is gained as Minna’s anxiety was rooted in Anieko’s feeling of abandonment.

The afterlife broader perspective also gives Minna knowledge that the only way for Anieko to survive, as a child, was for her farther to give her to the temple. So the so-called abandonment became an act of love. Her father didn’t have a choice.

“Is Minna’s life the ‘average life’ that was intended by Anieko?” I asked.

“No.” The answer was given in a manner as if the soul doesn’t really entertain the idea of “average”. Further I was told that Minna is meant to be an emotional healer in 6 to 7 years. Going through the emotions she’ll gain the gift to be the caring, kind and compassionate emotional helper she is meant to be. Until then, she will continue to grow, speaking with Archangel Michael as a protector on the ongoing base, clearing many delusions.

“In the future, she will be fine. Continue to breathe.”

An email from Minna a few days after the session expressed “opening up my subconscious has miraculously allowed me to feel lighter and more collected”.

Yet I know Minna’s story doesn’t only belong to her. From priestess to prostitute to grace, isn’t this the rise and fall and rebirth of humanity?

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I felt so “back in time” hours after the hypnosis session with Janet. She had left, and I walked around in the room, looking out of the window, the trees, mountains, passing cars. For a long time, I felt that I was coming from the future, visiting the Earth in 2014, which felt unreal yet a strange sense of fun.

Janet’s description of that future life as John was so vivid that I was surely with “him” in those moments, seeing what he saw, feeling what he felt, smelling what he smelt, and tasting what he tasted.

This was the fifth visit that Janet paid to my office. Janet originally came to see me for opening up her intuition and learning to trust her own intuition. We did past life regressions and a life-between-lives regression. Upon this fifth visit Janet told me she has established an ongoing communication with one particular past life personality who was a courageous black woman. And she’s excited to see her intuition unfold.

Janet and I agreed we’d do a future life progression in this session. As usual, I told her we’d just let her own inner mind take us for the journey. In my work, I find this more effective than if I set the agenda. Again and again I am surprised by how wise one’s inner mind is. And each time I enjoy the ride along.

Janet might go ten years, five years, one year, or a few months into the future in this life, or she might go to a future life. I had no idea. All I knew is that she’d go exactly to where she needed to go at this time.

It turned out to be one of the most fascinating sessions that I’ve had. Normally within the framework of one session, we’d visit one full life from childhood or youth to death. Yet this session, 2 and half hours, we only visited one day in that life as John in 3043.

What a day that is!

Upon opening, Janet felt she was going through a white hallway. After going through the hallway, she finds herself in a nature setting, with a stream, grass, flowers and mountains... very colourful, very bright, very vibrant, so much so it almost looks “perfect”. The sky is purple. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I asked, “In this perfect nature, do you feel anything missing at all?”

“Yeah… People.” Janet giggled. She’s not sure where she is. “Almost like those in-between places.”

I asked her to take a walk through the grass. “You may meet someone there, waiting for you.”

She finds someone behind a tree waving at her. That someone behind the tree has a distinct feature about him – three fingers!

This someone does not talk, but make noises with his tongue “tica-taca, tica-taca”.

As we go along, Janet starts to know this is another planet that is not as advanced as Earth. And Janet finds herself as a male in that life, John. That being who comes to greet him is a housing engineer. The tica-taca sound language doesn’t work for Janet – that is not something we humans can actually imitate, however they can communicate telepathically. John says he comes to visit them quite often.

The housing engineer takes John to their village. These beings live in tree houses. John helps them design them by drawing blue prints on a piece of glass. Yet John always likes to demonstrate onsite sketching on paper. Those beings are fascinated by John’s paper. The housing engineer shows John the tree houses they’ve built with pride. Tonika is the name of the planet with a population of 80,000 inhabitants. It’s a small planet with oceans. They have two suns, one close, one farther away. That may explain the vibrant colours? Asked if they are aware of Earth, they point to one direction in the sky.

As Janet is a graphic designer in this life, during the session, I had her open her eyes, and gave her pen and paper. She then drew the tic-tic tac-tac by the tree.

After that visit, John goes back to her small ship (more like a flying car?) where his co-worker George is waiting for him. They take off and fly back to Earth through a portal, in which there are swirling colours. Everything stretches out including their faces. George likes to make a face during the portal traveling.

In 20 minutes, they are above the Earth. John has traveled many times this way. Each time he enjoys seeing Earth from above, so blue and so beautiful.

John returns to his office, in time to have lunch. In the cafeteria everything is automatic and service is not necessary but they like to keep it a nostalgic way, so there are still some old-fashioned set-ups.

John’s job is mainly helping other planets develop in the right way, so they don’t have to make the same mistakes that Earth made. When John returns to his office, he checks on a holographic interactive calendar on his desk and tells me this is January 14, 3043, Saturday – “It seems to be usual to work on Saturdays and Sundays. I take Mondays and Tuesdays off.” At this time Earth seems to be a much nicer place to be, less countries. People have learned to work together. It feels as if “Earth has lost its ego”.

John enjoys his work very much, being that he has a lot of interactions with different beings, making friends and being humanitarian. I ask John what he’s going to do in the afternoon, John says, “I’m scheduled to visit another planet.”

Visiting two planets a day? Yet the way John puts it sounds nothing more than from Vancouver going to Coquitlam and Richmond during a workday.

The afternoon planet John’s going to visit is called Naktoka. It takes a little longer to get there. When John and George arrive from a different portal, John says it is very different from Tonika, being the whole planet looks charcoal from above. They are little creatures there. An adult is as tall as a five-year-old on the Earth. Their skin is dark clayish, sort of like elephant’s. Technologically they seem to be more advanced than Tonika. They trade minerals and crystals, which they have plenty, with other planets to receive things to grow plants. They eat bugs and live in caves, as the whole planet is desert like. The condition looks harsh. Their sky is orange.

John’s work here is to help them mine and extract crystals in a safe way.

People on this planet like to hold hands. That’s how they communicate. When they come to meet John, they hold hands with him. Again Janet drew a picture of one of them stretching out one arm to take John’s hand.

Upon leaving, they present John with a gift – an amber crystal. “It’s an honour for me.” John says. They ask John to take it back and study it, as there might be information of the history of their planet. They are a survival group from a natural disaster, not knowing much of their own history.

John then takes his flying vehicle with George and goes back to Earth. He gives the amber crystal to the lab.

After work, he goes playing basketball.

John takes his own flying vehicle going home. His five-year-old daughter greets him with her drawings. I instruct John to turn on TV and watch the world news. John describes what a TV set is like – Something quite hard for me to comprehend. Climate change makes South America too hot to live. There is a plan to relocate people from there. The news shows that there are some rebellions against it.

It’s dinnertime. I ask John who cooks the dinner. John is amused, “Cooking? It’s just a matter of pushing some buttons and food manifests itself.”

John is having salmon and the daughter is having macaroni and cheese – typical children food, even 1000 years later!

John’s wife works in a hospital so she gets home late. She has the same meal as John, who sits with her while she has her supper and talks about the stress of the day. John himself is very well balanced and composed, just like Janet.

The session time is up and I couldn’t believe we have visited only one day in that life. The material is very intriguing, yet feels so real, as being a graphic designer Janet has this amazing ability to relate details in our sessions.

Maybe I was living in that future time and space too, as on one level I found myself least surprised with the descriptions of the life then and there. Visiting two planets in one workday, that surely sounds like something exciting for me as well. 

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I’ve always found this word “selfish” intriguing. It’s such an empty word by itself yet there are so many loaded meanings and emotions to it. An artificial word, yet a powerful label.

To be labeled “selfish” is not a nice feeling for many of us so we would do whatever it takes to avoid being labeled as such, mostly, to try to put the happiness of others ahead of our own.

And it’s such a popluar ideal through human history in most cultures that a lot of people give up what makes them happy to “fit in” the consensus. the problem is, general consensus is just a bunch of ideals, concepts and labels that are all so empty inside.

We are all so uniquely different, yet we live our lives feeling like there is a bigger, more powerful entity that is called “most people”. I always wonder where this entity really is, or is “most people”  just an idea existing in individuals’ minds. It seems to me most individuals choose to be controlled by the code of conduct by invisible “most people”, and not feeling happy.

“Most people” is not an entity who has a mind; only individuals do. And if anyone who attempts to regulate your behaviours by saying this is what “most people” do or don’t do, tell them they can’t possibly speak on behalf of anyone else.

A student in my Self-Hypnosis class once brought this up, “I was once called by strangers selfish because I didn’t want to have children.”

I myself had this experience too, when I was travelling in a central American country. When I said I didn’t have children, people said, “Of course. You are still young.” And I said, “This doesn’t have anything to do with being young. I don’t think I’ve signed up for any child in this life. I won’t have one.” People looked at me shocked. “Don’t you think that’s selfish?”

What made them think it’s not selfish to bring a child to this world of suffering?

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One day I was quoting David Carradine on my Facebook – “If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.” Some people were puzzled and asked, “What does it mean?”

Likewise, in my ever first Video Blog, I said something like, “You are not a person with wisdom. You are the wisdom.” It seems to be puzzling for some people, and some tried to correct my grammar.

We are so identified as this body, which grows, changes and ages, and this mind, which thinks, changes, and ‘hopefully’ improves. That’s how it comes the way of life which says we need to learn, to practice, to try hard, to fail and succeed, so that we can be a poet with all the glory, admiration and successful status at the end of this hardship-filled path that’s what we call “my life”.

It’s false identification.

That which changes cannot be who you are. Four seasons cycle through a city. The city is not identified as a season.

As long as we are identified as a body, we get to keep going towards some goals so one day we can be somebody. And until we are “somebody” in the future, who we are today is never enough.

And there is this strange idea: I can’t be enough today. If I’m enough today, I would stop moving.

We never stop moving. The body ages, there’s nothing you can do about it. The mind changes, there’s nothing you can do about it. Changing is one of the laws of creation. Yet you can be, and you ARE enough today.

Who am I? Here springs the seeking, thus a lot of people identify themselves as a spiritual “seeker”. You are not a seeker. Your mind may be a seeker, but you are not your mind.

The body itself is simply an expression of life. A poem is an expression of life. Life has its many ways of expressions. It’s like ocean has its many ways of expressions. We call them wave, spray, tide, hurricane, typhoon, tsunami… Whatever names we find for different expressions of the ocean, the ocean doesn’t care. The ocean knows itself as an ocean. The ocean doesn’t take an identity as a gorgeous summit, a gentle swing, or an angry splash though the ocean loves its all movements, enjoys its all expressions. Like our bodies, all those expressions are temporary.

If you go to a seaside, and put something floating on the surface, such as a plastic bottle, you see wave after wave comes and subsides, ebbs and flows, as if the water moves, but strange enough, the plastic bottle goes up and down with the waves, it doesn’t move away from where it is. It never moves. There is only movement. Moving towards and away happens naturally. There isn’t anybody doing it.

There is the movement, but nothing really moves. Wave, spray, tide, hurricane, typhoon, tsunami… are just names we give to the expressions of the ocean. They do not exist as a separate identity.

We are the poem by just being. There is no separate identity as a poet who writes the poem.

A real good dancer knows the best dance is to let dance happen through the body when the music comes. In another word, “be the dance” instead of being the dancer. It’s a job to be a dancer, but it’s joy to be the dance.

Be the song, instead of the singer.

You are the movement. You are not somebody who moves.

Whatever grows the grass is writing these words.

Be life. You are not some separate body who goes through day after day, living a life.