Past Life regression cures fear of deep water
For most of my life I had a fear of being in water where I could not touch bottom. It wasn’t all the time, it would kick in and sudden panic would come over me as I struggled to keep my head above water. I can swim, learned as a child.
I specifically remember one instance where I had joined the Girl Guide group I was in for a trip to the pools. I found myself unable to touch bottom, panicky and trying to keep my head from going under by madly treading water and trying to move to the edge of the pool. The edge was only about a metre and a half away but it felt like forever before I finally could grip the side. A friend was sitting on the edge watching and asked what I was doing as I held on for dear life trying to catch my breath.
For many years I would not go into deep water, but I loved being in the water on a hot day. Movies that showed underwater scenes where swimmers had to go under and hold their breath absolutely terrified me.
Then one day I found salvation through a Denise Lin Podcast on Hayhouseradio. She performed a Past Life regression to be aimed at one of our phobias in this life. I chose deep water, Denise guided me through the meditation to find out what could have been the initial cause of this and then said that changes could be made with our imagination. It wouldn’t change the initial life but would change the feelings in this life.
In the meditation I found myself sitting on a wooden boat across from another man, as I took in my surroundings the word Vikings came to mind. Denise guided me to go to the point of death in that life and I found a large wave washed myself, the man and others overboard. I was sinking fast when Denise said to do something to change the outcome. I stopped panicking and started swimming towards the surface, my head breaking through the water surface just as the meditation was ending. The meditation itself was only a few minutes long but I felt different afterwards.
A couple of weeks later I took my children and one of my daughter’s friends to a local aquatic centre. I was ok swimming around until the wave pool was turned on and I felt that old panic come over me. I was gripping onto a pool noodle and turned to check on my kids, they weren’t far away but I saw that my son was struggling to keep his head up and had a panicked look on his face. I immediately threw him the noodle but as he tried to grab it, my daughters friend caught it, thinking it was a game and pulled it from his reach. I am screaming at her to give to him, no longer worried about myself and am noticed by a pool guard who throws me a life ring and turns the waves off. I swim to my son with the ring. By this time the friend has realised what is going on, takes a breath and swims to the bottom of the pool planting her feet on the bottom an putting son’s feet on her shoulders to push him up.
I take my son to a shallow area and feeling like the worse mother in the world I feel that taking him out of the water at this point would be the worse thing for him. I felt he would fear water for the rest of his life. He was still anxious by mainly because he couldn’t see where his sister was, he begged to get out and to make her get out too. He did settle when she stayed close by.
Eventually the waves started again, we had moved to the pool edge by a small platform. He was struggling to get on the platform but the waves kept pushing him off. All the time I am telling him to put his feet down and stand up. I had to yell it at me, he looked at me in shock, put his feet down and stood up. The water was only thigh deep, the waves came up to his waist. He immediately started laughing and afterwards went happily back to playing with us in the water.
Later I sat and meditated on what had happened and found myself back on that boat opposite that man whom I now recognised as my son in this life. He needed healing too. He’s not scared of the water but does now realises his limitations in the water and knows he isn’t a strong swimmer.
Another couple of weeks later we head to a swimming hole, one that is rumoured to be bottomless, I take the kids in but they are more interested in playing in the sand. Leaving them with my husband I swim with my sister in law and before we know it we are halfway across the large waterhole. I was happily floating without any sense of panic, before we turn back to head to shore. It was probably not the best place to test this out but it was unintentionally done, which I think helped heal in a powerful way.
I specifically remember one instance where I had joined the Girl Guide group I was in for a trip to the pools. I found myself unable to touch bottom, panicky and trying to keep my head from going under by madly treading water and trying to move to the edge of the pool. The edge was only about a metre and a half away but it felt like forever before I finally could grip the side. A friend was sitting on the edge watching and asked what I was doing as I held on for dear life trying to catch my breath.
For many years I would not go into deep water, but I loved being in the water on a hot day. Movies that showed underwater scenes where swimmers had to go under and hold their breath absolutely terrified me.
Then one day I found salvation through a Denise Lin Podcast on Hayhouseradio. She performed a Past Life regression to be aimed at one of our phobias in this life. I chose deep water, Denise guided me through the meditation to find out what could have been the initial cause of this and then said that changes could be made with our imagination. It wouldn’t change the initial life but would change the feelings in this life.
In the meditation I found myself sitting on a wooden boat across from another man, as I took in my surroundings the word Vikings came to mind. Denise guided me to go to the point of death in that life and I found a large wave washed myself, the man and others overboard. I was sinking fast when Denise said to do something to change the outcome. I stopped panicking and started swimming towards the surface, my head breaking through the water surface just as the meditation was ending. The meditation itself was only a few minutes long but I felt different afterwards.
A couple of weeks later I took my children and one of my daughter’s friends to a local aquatic centre. I was ok swimming around until the wave pool was turned on and I felt that old panic come over me. I was gripping onto a pool noodle and turned to check on my kids, they weren’t far away but I saw that my son was struggling to keep his head up and had a panicked look on his face. I immediately threw him the noodle but as he tried to grab it, my daughters friend caught it, thinking it was a game and pulled it from his reach. I am screaming at her to give to him, no longer worried about myself and am noticed by a pool guard who throws me a life ring and turns the waves off. I swim to my son with the ring. By this time the friend has realised what is going on, takes a breath and swims to the bottom of the pool planting her feet on the bottom an putting son’s feet on her shoulders to push him up.
I take my son to a shallow area and feeling like the worse mother in the world I feel that taking him out of the water at this point would be the worse thing for him. I felt he would fear water for the rest of his life. He was still anxious by mainly because he couldn’t see where his sister was, he begged to get out and to make her get out too. He did settle when she stayed close by.
Eventually the waves started again, we had moved to the pool edge by a small platform. He was struggling to get on the platform but the waves kept pushing him off. All the time I am telling him to put his feet down and stand up. I had to yell it at me, he looked at me in shock, put his feet down and stood up. The water was only thigh deep, the waves came up to his waist. He immediately started laughing and afterwards went happily back to playing with us in the water.
Later I sat and meditated on what had happened and found myself back on that boat opposite that man whom I now recognised as my son in this life. He needed healing too. He’s not scared of the water but does now realises his limitations in the water and knows he isn’t a strong swimmer.
Another couple of weeks later we head to a swimming hole, one that is rumoured to be bottomless, I take the kids in but they are more interested in playing in the sand. Leaving them with my husband I swim with my sister in law and before we know it we are halfway across the large waterhole. I was happily floating without any sense of panic, before we turn back to head to shore. It was probably not the best place to test this out but it was unintentionally done, which I think helped heal in a powerful way.
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