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Today's revelation came in the form of a Google search. Driven by some visions that have been plaguing my mind and the impact of a horror movie that I recently saw and have not been able to steer clear of, I searched for a solution. Page after morbid page, finally led me to a site on Past Life Regression. Not a new concept to me, I have somehow always turned my back on the possibility of the core issue being beyond my current birth. There has been ample turbulence in this lifetime to keep me overworked.

Another reason that stopped me from considering Past Life Regression is the complete absence of any pattern to guide me towards the same. Generally, there is a fixed formula like repeated nightmares, visions of people who one has never met and yet feeling strongly connected to, inexplicable fears including fear of death or of any elements that leave a trail to the past life incidents. A visit to previous life experiences can help bring more meaning to life and heal the wounds that the soul has carried forward.

Going through the read, I discovered how many of my conversation buddies have been suffering from these symptoms and how many more I know have been creating situations in this life that they will be bound to carry forward in their next birth. I wonder what the point is, in all the mess? The thought takes me back to a conversation I had with a photographer friend of mine who emphasised on the need of not only cleaning up last birth's karma in this birth through prayers but also making sure that we reap what we sow in this birth and carry nothing forward. What a relief it must be to start from afresh!

The day has passed with the thought simmering at the back of my mind. I still do not feel the need to enroll for one just as yet. I am still keeping my hopes pinned firmly on prayers. I am sure that I will peace within soon and then make sense of what exactly is stimulating these silly ideas in my head.

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