16/08/2026
The Weekend Everybody Went Somewhere Interesting
We had five students on the past life regression weekend at SSOH, practising on each other, and none of us expected what turned up.
One of them was a princess in a castle, and not the romantic sort. A blue dress, a white apron and a veil, and no freedom at all. She was never allowed to see the other side of her own home, and nobody ever explained why. Her one comfort was Henry, who was very small and very funny and made her days bearable. She escaped, and she was caught, and she went to the gallows for it.
Another landed in the early sixties on a council estate, and it was rough. A thug, that was his own word for himself, and he said it without a flicker of shame. He had a firm policy of never doing a proper day's work in his life and he never did. He got by on other people's efforts, right up until he was bludgeoned by the very people he thought he was protecting. What he took from that life was simple. Never trust anyone.
Then one of them was alone in a wide open place, and the eagle on her shoulder was her only friend. Not a pet, she said. A friend. She found real happiness in the end, and one day she looked and the eagle was gone, and she could not say when it had left. That was the part that got us all. Most of us have an eagle we stopped thanking.
Then came Zephar. He described himself as purple energy, and he told us he did not need a name, that they do not have names where he is, but that we could call him Zephar if it helped. He had messages and he had clearly been waiting for someone to pass them on. Stop killing the planet. Stop killing each other. Love and respect all life and the ground you stand on.
And then one of them had no feet at all. Claws, great big wings, and a very long way up. A pterodactyl, soaring up and down with a keen professional interest in small furry critters. No trauma, no lesson, no message for mankind. Just having a lovely time.
He came round, reached for a chocolate biscuit, ate it thoughtfully, and gave us the line of the weekend.
"That's better than a furry critter."
We have stopped trying to predict what turns up. We keep a straight face, we keep the biscuits topped up, and we trust that whatever comes is the thing that needed to come.
Our next Past Life Regression course runs on the 6th, 7th and 8th of November here at Somerset School of Hypnotherapy. Small group, plenty of time on the couch, and you work with real people rather than watching from the side. No experience needed, just an open mind and a willingness to see where you end up.
Message us if you would like the details. Or visit our website for bookings. https://www.somersetschoolofhypnotherapy.com/courses/past-life-regression/
