Am I paying for Past Life Deeds. A 29 yr old man told Dr Vandana, I am facing many issues in life I want to go to my past life linked to these issues. I did not wrong anyone, still who so ever comes troubles me. The moment I gain something the very second moment it is lost. Session…. I am sitting near my wife in my home. I am very angry and disturbed. Something has happened. My wife is telling me something. She is giving me water but I am not drinking. I am in my 50s. Now I am standing outside with a boy, who is my son, facing lot of people. Something linked to my son happened. I am trembling with anger. I am telling them we will see you. I told my son let us go from here we will see them. While returning my son is trying to explain something and convince me. He went somewhere. I enter my home. My wife phir se mujhe samjah rahi hai. Now we are taking meal. My son and two of his children are also with us. I am going for my work. I am wearing white clothes. I am entering a big gate. People are wishing me. I am a proud man. I am inside a thread factory. It is my factory. There is not much light inside the factory. Thread is coming and rolling. People are giving color by hands. My factory is not in good working condition. Now I am sitting in my office. It is very big and nice. My manager is coming. He is loyal to me. He told something happened and a worker died in factory. It did not affect me. I told him to settle it himself. My name is Ram Kishan. I am well to do person and do not lack anything. I even own a car, black color and have a driver. I told my driver to go and I am driving my car. I think I have some affair. I went to some other home. I have a child with that woman. I stayed at that home for few hours and returned back to my office. It is night. I am driving. I am crossing fields and reached a small house. There is a bald man. He is giving me very important red stamped paper. I am giving him money. As I sat in the car with papers it seems somebody is hitting. In defense I reversed my car drove over him and left the place. My fore head is hit and blood is oozing out. I reached my home and put those papers in locker. I feel a big job is done. After few years, I send my son with other woman outside the country. My wife died. I started drinking. I do not give importance to my own son. I never take him seriously. I do not teach him anything. My workers give me lot of respect but I do not value them. I am getting older. I feel stuck. I think of the worker who died in the factory. I also feel I grabbed poor people land by deceit. These thoughts now go through my mind off and on. I do not discuss them with anybody. My death came with heart stroke. At the time of death I was thinking I did wrong many people. My mind was very upset. In my dying moment I learnt I should have respected all and should have done right thing.

A beautiful Journey: Past Life Regression , everyone will love to read. A young, beautiful married woman, topper in studies….three lives... single session….. Husband...... met at airport. came to pick her up for official work. Not known to each other before. It was love at first sight for both of them. 1st life. Year 1140...I am 25 years old girl living in an Ashram in Gangotri since my childhood. I am an orphan, but most cared for by others in the ashram. I have taken Diksha. We are going for Kashi Vishwanath Darshan with head of the ashram. I stayed in Kashi, then I went to Lumbvini in Nepal. I am a bhikhshuni... I meditate whole day. Now we all are going to bless a marriage in Patliputra. It is a very big palace. We are blessing the boy named Dhritu, who is getting married. When Dhritu saw me, he refused to marry. A lot of things are happening. His father is standing with folded hands. Some one from us is telling something regarding marriage. I am too upset listening these things. We are leaving Patliputra. I did not accept Dhritu’s proposal but I liked the thought of his love for me. I am very sad. Meri tapsya bhang ho gayi, toot gayi... now I am in Kashi. I am 50 years old and heading the ashram now. I am very sick. Mere dil me kharabi hay. Breathing problem hai. Dhritu (my husband at present) is here to look after me and the ashram. He did not marry. He devoted his life for me. I am dead. ..lesson learnt...duty is important. 2nd life...... It’s 1803. I am a beautiful girl somewhere in Palestine. They are calling me Malika. My father is very rich. I have four brothers. I am a very much pampered child. I am very proud by nature. An Indian comes to teach me sitar. Now we love each other. Abbas, my elder brother came to know about this. Abbas killed my sitar teacher. Sitar teacher was in fact Dhritu (my husband at present). I am too sad. I am going to Paris for a change but am not happy. I am not ready to come back. Abbas is sad. He takes so much pain and came to meet me. His wife also came. Now I understand my brother’s love for me, so I am getting married to someone my family chose. A lot of story......................death. Lesson learned............be compassionate. 3rd life Year 1932. I am a 12 year old girl with golden hair. My name is Rose. I am on a ship to London with my Nanny (Mousi at present) going to my grandparents place. My father works in Lahore. I am growing up into beautiful woman. My grandfather is dead. I live with my grandmother and Nanny. My home is beautiful. I am happy. I love someone, and he loves me too. Actually (you know... he is the same Dhritu & Sitar teacher). I am going somewhere. It is a big building, it is an airport. My friend came to airport to see me off. I am upset. I complained about my father to govt. I think he is a spy. Oh, I want to tell my father, what I did. Oh ...my father is here at the airport. He is coming towards me. Ahhhhh. He shot at me. I am dead. He killed himself too. My lover...he is so sad...lesson learnt.....I should not have taken a hasty decision .One should enquire thoroughly before any conclusion .He was not a wrong person. I am feeling uselessness now.....very long silence.... Reorientation and integration.... She feels very much scared when at airport. Chest hurts a lot without medical cause. In this life also her husband was engaged but refused to marry. They got married with efforts of husband’s maternal uncle (father of Dhritu in year 1140). She feels very much connected with Lahore, London and Paris. Conclusion....Dhritu (1140), Sitar teacher (1803), a friend and love (1932)...is the same person.... and husband currently