QHHT Brings Up 2 New Past Lives

I had a QHHT session a few weeks ago. It surfaced 2 new past lives – 1 of which I had been somewhat aware of and the other I was not. If you are not familiar with QHHT, it’s a hypnosis technique developed by Dolores Cannon which aims at accessing the higher self rather than the subconscious mind. Having been through a regular hypnosis session (past life regression) and now QHHT, from my experience they felt pretty much the same. But then I don’t tend to see a huge difference between the higher self and the subconscious mind, personally. Either way, it was a great experience!

One life was in the late 1700s, ending in 1790. It was in France, and if you know anything about that time/location, you recognize “French Revolution.” She was a young woman, late teens but still living at home because she wasn’t married yet, who was a member of the aristocracy. Again, if you know your history, you know this story likely does not end well – and you are 100% correct! Her home was invaded by the revolting (though in her mind, revolting has a whole different connotation) lower classes, her family rounded up and thrown into the bastille/jail. That life ends with being beheaded after her parents (she gets to see their heads in the basket as she is shoved into the guillotine!) amidst the jeers and cheers of the crowd. She died absolutely HATING the peasants who destroyed everything and so brutally/cruelly killed her and her family.

What’s interesting here is that I can see that she also absolutely refused to understand how she and her family contributed to the situation they ended up in. I think, for the wounds of that life, I’m going to work on a story rather like A Christmas Carol, in which I pull the terrified young woman out of her body and walk with her through the bigger picture.

The goal is healing, and healing will NEVER happen when blame or shame are active. Both of those are deflecting emotions, turning attention away from the true wound. Without addressing the wound directly, in all it’s ugliness, it will never be healed.

This is true no matter the wound: personal; emotional; cultural; physical; racial; gender; national. Doesn’t matter. That’s actually one of the key things I see coming up now – especially in the last 5 years. Our wounds – all of them – are surfacing. Getting angry about what happened isn’t going to help. That’ll only cause the wound to fester and spread – like scratching at gangrene! I’ll share the story when I’m done with it, so maybe you can see what I mean. Only love can heal. That’s what’s needed.

The second life was somewhere around the 1000s, when the Church was sinking its claws into the culture and poisoning everything relating to the feminine energies – poisoning everything which might possibly be able to challenge its overbearing control. I connected with an old woman whose husband had died in battle (I keep thinking 1066 Hastings, but this didn’t come through the session and I have no idea if it’s ‘accurate’) and who’s young son died “of the plague”. Of course, everything was the plague and the images that she had in her head were not the Black Death. It was a fever which swept the village and her son “old enough to be walkin’ and talkin’, but not much more” was one of the ones who died. She was the stereotypical wise woman, tending her garden near enough the closest town to be reachable but otherwise peaceably left to her own. She loved her garden and talked about the plants teaching her, but we didn’t go into that. She was pleased to have a student in a young girl from the village who wanted to learn. This made her happy because she then knew the knowledge of her mothers would not die with her. Irony. She ended up being killed when “that damn priest” managed to poison the villagers against her. She reported having many run-ins with him and they seriously hated each other. She was in her home, a simple thatch roof hut, when the priest showed up with the villagers. They threw burning torches onto her roof, and she died of smoke inhalation. She did note that the girl was in the crowd. Interestingly, she never once was angry at the little girl or even the villagers. While disappointed in them, she wasn’t angry. She focused solely on the priest and boy did she get vitriolic when talking about him! Suddenly my current life loathing and anger at “The Church” made sense. I was always confused that it was never any particular type of Christianity, it was always The Church. As if there was no other option. She died literally choking on her impotent rage. Interestingly, the little girl in that life is my mother in this one.

So now I understand 2 more layers of the odd not-this-life-experience emotions that have surfaced over the years. I have a plan to heal and release the first one, but I think my plan for the second one will be different.

One of the things I’m working on is going through Amy Dempter‘s Earth Tenders Academy. I learned early on that I have an affinity for energy work, and I can easily connect with plants (trees in particular) and at one point in time was in tune with the Earth enough that I could feel where caves were. It’s been a long time, but I’m working to reconnect with this. I stopped back in the early 90s because “what am I going to do with this??” While I’m spiritual, I’m also very practical – mostly. One aspect of her work is recommending that we reconnect with our ancestors. Being of European descent, my native culture was as destroyed by the Church as the First People’s of America’s was. It’s just now being recovered, but much of it is long lost. I think if I can connect with that life, and ask her to teach ME, then this might be healing on several levels. Yes, she would qualify as an Ancestor Spirit as well as a past life self. One reason she was so enraged by the manipulation of the priest is that she knew that all of the knowledge of her mothers would now die with her, that whatever little bit managed to get transferred to the girl would likely never really be acted on. If I can show her that by teaching me, she’s not only passing on the knowledge but also show her that the feminine connection with the land is coming back, I think that would do a lot to heal her. Her rage was over what was being lost, willfully destroyed. Not her own life. As far as she was concerned, one death is as good as another. heh. How very dirt practical she was.

The one thing I want to stress is that while the feminine had her neck stepped on, the masculine was just as damaged but in a different way. We are 2 parts of a whole. One cannot be wounded without wounding the other. By healing the feminine, I want to make sure that the masculine is healed as well.

If there’s “toxic masculinity”, you can bet your ass there’s “toxic femininity” too!! If we genuinely want the feminine healed, as in HEALED, then the masculine must be healed too. This means honor the masculine as well as the feminine – they work together in harmony. Neither lording over the other – the “battle of the sexes” is bullshit. They work together. Fortunately, this life I’m going to work with understood that very well.

I’ll have to consider different ways to work with her. This one needs to be more interactive than the first one. A story isn’t going to work. Not in the way I want it to. Although it might be a good introduction… Hrm. I’ll think on that.

About the Image:

This lovely image came from the blog 4 Kids & a Chicken. I chose it because it nicely connects with the energies of the earlier life – plus, maybe this link back to that blog might help in some way on the SEO findability for that site.