I booked a regression session out of a massively broken heart… I did not expect what happened next…

I had a massive heartbreak and nothing was helping. No therapy, no amount of alcohol, partying, or shopping. One random evening a colleague told me about "this fascinating book" he read, and handed me his copy the next day. It was Brian Weiss' "Many lives, many masters". Brian Weiss shared how a past life regression therapy helped his patient to get instantly better, after two years of traditional therapy could not. I told myself "I got to try this!". I was so miserable, I could not keep it together even at work. And I worked at a hedge fund... If my drama continued, I would have been out in no time.

I booked it fast. My therapist's husband was specializing in those. But then what? I was not sure if I could see anything. I was nervous. The appointment was deep in Long Island somewhere. The regressionist acted like it was no big deal. I was underwhlemed. I thought to myself: "there's no way I am going to see anything…"

Shockingly, I saw a bunch of stuff. Most shockingly, it was a cohesive story. Like a movie. With me as the main character. I felt like the person I saw.

I saw myself as a man, as a tall blond man with blue eyes. And I saw that it was taking place in some ancient times.

The first thought was Egypt, but I immediately dismissed it, because that's not what Egyptians, as we know them, look like. But!! The vision itself was right on the money: massive heartbreak!

I saw that "I" was some sort of prince or a king, i.e. a ruler of some kingdom. The first thing I saw was this man, i.e. "me", at the age of five or six playing with a girl. I saw him, i.e. "myself" — being in love with that girl. I keep referring to him as "I" and "me", because I felt all of his feelings! I identified with him. So for the story flow sake's when I use "I" or "me" it means this guy from the vision (unless I qualify otherwise).

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I was in love with that girl. I fell in love the moment I laid my eyes on her. I fell in love instantly, completely, totally and forever. She was my true love. I had a 100 million percent certainty about it.

When we grew up, I decided to marry her. But the law of that kingdom was that women had to choose: education or family. They could either become mothers and wives or they could become priestesses and pursue knowledge. I was afraid that, if pressed to choose, she would've chosen education. So even before asking her, I made an exception for her so that she could do both. She could marry me and be a priestess.

She said yes. After a few happy years I had to go to a war. I went to conquer some new territory on behalf of the larger kingdom conglomerate that my kingdom belonged to.

I was gone for eight years. Not once did I even as much as looked at another woman. My wife was the only woman I could ever think of. Finally, I come home. The first news I heard from "my people" was that my wife cheated on me with the high priest. I was devastated.

I felt heartbroken. Betrayed. Disappointed. Crushed. It was as if my heart was pierced with a dagger, and the dagger was turned around and around until there was nothing but the shreds left. Everything I knew to be true turned out false. Life lost its meaning. The sun was gone, and the dark night of agonizing pain and void ensued.

I was so disappointed that I could not even confront her. I felt like "if I loved somebody this much and they still did not love me back, what's the point of loving at all?" That moment I disowned love.

The very next day before dawn I took off. Without seeing her even for a second. I went back to that country that I had just conquered. Never to return.

When I saw myself die — that's how a past life regression works, you see a past life vision and then you see yourself die. When you do, your perspective shifts and you see the "lessons" of that lifetime. That's also when you feel relief after whatever tragedy you may have seen.

When my perspective shifted, I felt light, my heart felt whole again. I felt free from all those devastating feelings. That allowed me to see the situation from a new vantage point: "wait a second. Love is a gift. You can not give it with strings attached. It is not a transaction. Like, I love you this much, so you have to love me this much back."

True love is unconditional. If I love somebody truly, I gift my love to them and they're free to do what they want with it. They're not obliged to love me back. Loving truly is a great gift in and of its own. I get to feel the most beautiful feelings of all. That's enough, because love is all there is. Love is the purpose of life. When I disowned love, I crushed my own heart, because I did not receive an "adequate reciprocation". I deprived myself of my own life purpose. She had nothing to do with that.

I saw that that devastation and hurt were coming from a deep seated insecurity. Do you remember how I preemptively made an exception for my beloved so she wouldn't have to choose? You must've seen a red flag right there. It was driven by the underlying conviction that "I don't deserve love", that "she doesn't love me enough to be willing to make a sacrifice for me".

The truth was that I felt unloved and unlovable. That's why I interpreted the news of infidelity in the worst way possible: "she does not love me back". It was a self fulfilling prophecy. I suspected she did not love me as much as I loved her, and I proved myself right. But who had to love me "as much" first to avoid self-sabotage? That's right. I did. I had to love myself first.

If we look at it from a woman's perspective, eight years is a long time… A woman has her emotional and physical needs... If you love someone, don't you give them a chance to explain themselves? Isn't it cruel to write them off just like that, based on the second hand information..?

The lesson was simple: open my heart, love myself, feel my feelings. Take responsibility for how I feel regardless of what the other person does.

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I was shaken, disoriented, yet strangely calm when I came out of the session. I still felt that same airy lightness and serenity, which I experienced in the "after death" space.

I saw my own heartbreak from a completely new perspective. The guy who I felt "owed" me the love did not owe me anything at all, after all.

You see, every heartbreak comes with a gift. The gift of self-love.

It took me years to unpack that gift, but it all started with that first regression session.

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If you want to see how this story saw a wild turn years later, when I met a person who was "that woman" from my vision, watch the video on top of this page.