Many people take it with irony or skepticism the technique of regression hypnosis past life. It's his right. However, as a therapeutic resource, we should admit that at times has given good results, if not amazing, and that a growing number of therapists and doctors use this technique for healing the patient. Brian Weiss has sufficient authority described his experience in this field. His books are best-sellers in most of the world and its readers fans at all costs. Of course, nothing is unanimous and there are always detractors. I must confess, was one of them. Every time I spoke to undergo a session of past life, I laughed. That is until recently, following a series of nightmares atrocious, I decided to try. In nightmares I saw college writing love poems and sending them to my former classmates in elementary school. Pathetic. I made due inquiry: "A typical case of emotional behavioral regression," said the therapist. Then he asked: "What was school?". I hesitated. I had missed three. But I chose the first, the old St. Michael School, which faced the street 57, near the Forest. "Bilingual behavioral regression, a disgrace," said the therapist with a grimace of disgust.
The first session was nice: I went back to the old tram 7, hair gel and jopito. The second, not so much. It was the bold Sloop, was in 1824, and they shot me without disgust. My last words I remember, were: "I die relatively happy and even positive, we vatido the enemy." Shake, sleep, go with v short. The third regression was the most traumatic of all, it was Nero, wanted to burn Rome, Liceo Victor Mercante, and had no matches or lighter or anything. To make matters worse, stop stations. It was then that I approach my lieutenant, the poet Gaius Petronius Jorginho, and says: "Perón, Perón, what idol you are." At this point in the regression therapist deshipnotizó me short: "O you are an idiot or has serious historical problems. " "I do not understand," I said. "M'hijo, confuses dates, names change, disaster, the spelling above ...." "So?". "And nothing, has to return to the nightmares of the primary." Then he stood a while thinking, with a stern expression, to which he reacted: "What I told the little poems he wrote for his former classmates from elementary school?". "In power-point, the sending e-mail and attachment." He rubbed his chin up: "My God," he cried, fat regression, there is no cure for that excuses! ".
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