Emma · A Past Life Regression to 1836
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Carlyle was a spirit guide who led me through this past life. With Hemi-Sync playing softly in the background, I began to see my past life. I wrote this the same day as the regression.
In a past life session I regressed back to the life when I was a black slave. I was a female born in 1836 in Alabama. I lived to the ripe old age of 36 and died of an infection.
Something to do with stomach…Dr told Massa Owens that. I was too far gone to save and would be too messy! Colon ruptured…or appendix ruptured from how it felt to me.
I was one of Massa Owens favorites and got to live in one of the guest houses, starting using me at 12, said I was big enough then accused me of already having sex with the others…(men) which I hadn’t, I was a virgin…he said I was too loose to be a virgin…I had two kids by him, both were gotten rid of…said he sold them, saw them thrown into river!
Then I was bred to one of the others for stock he said but it was a girl and he had too many so sold her quickly to get rid of her. My name was Emma no last name…just Emma. Somewhere near Montgomery, Al. It was a large plantation….300 acres..cotton and Tobacco.
Very emotional..still in shock, can hardly talk about it, will tell you more as I recount more, it’s still coming to me like a movie…in parts, I get something almost everyday. Carlyle says he will stop it when I want him too, I said OK…but I can’t stop now..need it, the knowledge of how it all came about. I see the Sunday meetings at one of the slave houses…he had about 10 maybe, maybe 50 people altogether as slaves. No wonder I love soul music! I still sing some of the songs. He used a leather strap on us at times…one of the men was hung, causing trouble..so he had him hung…left him hanging all day to let the others view him….no troublemakers after that.
We weren’t allowed to visit off the plantation, just a select few allowed into town….kept tight rein on everybody. Picking cotton…and house keeper my whole life…never rode a horse, no swimming, I was kept ready for him at all times…his wife knew about the girls he kept in the guest houses. As many as 6 at one time all for his pleasure, now I see why slavery was so popular in the south. lots of images. So sad but part of the souls/disk journey.