Reply #16: Desolation? Hell, no. Just more questions. [View All]

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I was hypnotized in a group which was asked a set list of questions already asked of groups all over the nation. The responses had been statistically analyzed. There are two books out on it. We were able to compare our own responses to those in the books.

I was conscious. Control. Hmmm. I would see according to the questions. But everyone in the group was seeing something individually different. The hypnotist also inserted a release command, if at any time you want to break the trance, lift your right arm. A few days later, I took codeine after some dental work and began to slip into a trance, seeing past life stuff, I used the right arm release and broke it.

The statistics were because the common argument about the regressions is that everybody was Cleopatra or Napoleon or somebody famous. Someone wanted to see if that was true. In my case, whenever something interesting or important was happening in the world, I was somewhere else.

As for whether I believe anything I saw? I dunno what that was. Every now and then something comes up that relates to those four sessions and I get really startled. I saw myself being married in one of them, in Ceylon, and I was wearing a yellow dress. Yellow. The groom wore white. His jacket was heavily trimmed in silver. I asked around, what religion wears yellow wedding dresses? Nobody I knew knew in those pre-internet days. Forward a decade or so and I'm surfing my color TV and come upon a wedding taking place in India, where the bride is in yellow and the groom in white.......okey dokey.

The other thing, even though I was seeing according to the hypnotist's questions, my mind kept up a very conscious running commentary. Some of the early commands in the session were for orientation: mentally fold your arms across your chest (one way to see if you're a woman) or start by looking at your feet and feeling your leg, what are you wearing? In the Ceylon one, I remember mentally yelling, Silk! I'm wearing silk!