Impossible Pasts

I have had a series of past life regressions, on a dare originally, and then others that followed I suppose were in searching out the cause for the strange state of mind I live in. They have, in the main, left me with many more questions than answers.

These were post-hypnotic regressions, not meditative state regressions, if that's even possible. I have heard of learning about past lives in meditation, but I would doubt the validity of the experience, and would probably ignore whatever passed through my thought-stream if this had ever happened to me.

As is, the hypnotic version causes me to question the contents of my own subconscious. I don't take most of the information as coming from a life lived by any real person. Most of them just seem too bizarre to be possible. Nonetheless, they bring up curious avenues for thinking, well off the beaten path, with unusual symbolism.

The clarity of the life, the scenery, and people while in the hypnotic state, and the retention thereof was truly remarkable. The subconscious is apparently very creative and highly detail oriented.

A couple were pretty normal. In the very first one I was a fellow named Zyto, who lived in the mountainous region between France and Spain. At the time I didn't know "Zyto" was a name, but apparently it is.

Zyto was married to Maria, set up by a matchmaker, and felt he was the luckiest man in the world. From my perspective now he was dirt poor, living in little more than a shack with a dirt floor, but he thought of himself as very wealthy and rarely wanted for anything. It's interesting how your point of view changes everything.

Zyto's father was a horse breeder, but he had an older brother and therefore had to find work outside the family business. Tradition wins in these matters. So he made violins, which his boss would travel a great distance to sell in Italy. Napoli, he called it. There was a nearly constant smell of lemon oil, which I found a bit odd.

The way he died is more horrible than what I'm prepared to state aloud, or commit to writing here. It was a very good life if you take out the ending.

This was perhaps the most normal regression experience I had. The others, which I'll write about later, are difficult for me to interpret with any sense of rationality at all.