A Critical Take on Past Life Regression Therapy: Insights from Juicy MagiK

Hello, hello. Peace be with you and upon you. We’re tucked into one of our favorite quiet places, a little burial ground that hums with stillness, and we’re feeling the sweetness of being on the road, nearly two years now. Van life has given us a lot of freedom and a lot of humbling. It has also brought a simple clarity that we keep returning to: this life, right here, is the chance. Not yesterday, not some shiny, famous past life. This one. This body. This breath.

Pilgrimage, Van Life, and Letting Go

We left a more settled, householder rhythm in Canada. The house is still there, shared and loved, but our day-to-day is a van, four wheels, two mugs, a bag of rice, and the open road. We chase sacred quiet, not speed. Mobility has stripped a lot away. We see what we actually need and what we thought we needed. Turns out, needs are few. Space grows when stuff goes.

It’s not always sweet tea. There are sticky days, restless nights, and the small dramas of engines and weather. But the best part is how much the heart softens when the world is simple. We wake, we chant, we walk, we listen. A blue sky can be a temple. A graveyard can be a teacher.

Why We’re Talking About Past Life Regression

The topic comes up a lot on the road. People tell us about sessions, about memories of royal courts and brave endings and karmic romances. Some pay hundreds or thousands for long series of regressions. We get it. The unknown pulls. The mind loves a good story. But here is what we’ve seen and tasted and learned, sometimes the hard way.

We don’t need to go digging in archives of previous bodies to find what matters now. We can notice something true without a receipt or a trance: birth, old age, disease, and death show up again and again. In many forms. In many skins. The wheel turns. So the question becomes simple. What are we doing with this turn?

If you enjoy reading different angles on this, a thoughtful clinical overview is here, in this psychiatric review on past life regression debates. And for contrast, here’s a heartfelt first person account of a past life regression session. People find meaning in many ways. Our point is not to scold. It is to ask, gently, what truly helps the soul wake up.

The Core Concern: Is It Spiritual, or Just Subtle Material?

We hear it often. In regression circles, everybody was someone special. A queen, a priest, a warrior-poet. Rarely a squirrel under a cart wheel, a maggot in a compost heap, a hungry rat. Funny how the mind edits the reel.

We see a deeper issue. The hunger to know past lives often feeds the mind, not the soul. It scratches curiosity, it strokes identity, it gives the ego a new outfit. But the longing behind it is usually simple. We want to know who we are, why we hurt, where the restlessness comes from. That is a honest longing. It just needs a true path.

Here is our small request: do not spend your treasure on stories that keep you circling the same loop. If it lifts your heart and makes you kinder, maybe it helps a little. But if it becomes a project that pulls you back and back, it is a distraction. The truth is free. The truth is simple. The truth is present.

The Sacred Opportunity of a Human Birth

Right now, in this human form, you have a golden chance. Not because humans are the boss. Because this body gives access to questions, practices, and love that other bodies do not hold in the same way. We can reflect. We can choose. We can serve with intention.

We are not the body. We are not the mind. Not the clever intelligence or the puffed-up false ego. We are the jiva atma, the living spark, eternal and personal, part and parcel of the Supreme Soul. Our natural position is service. Not servitude, not shame. Loving service, the sweet kind that fills rather than empties.

When that clicks, even a little, life gets clean. Food becomes an offering. Work becomes prayer. Friendship feels holy. The world is still wild, but the heart has a compass.

“But What If I Really Have Past Life Memories?”

Sometimes memories do rise. Without effort, without a practitioner’s cue. One of us had fierce flashes of war, boots in mud and bitter smoke. Another overdid mystical exploration years ago and got tangled. Memories of drowning made water a fear. It got heavy. It did not free the heart. It trapped it in an echo.

What helped was not trying to solve the story. What helped was making an offering. Touch the water, whisper a prayer, give it back to God. Take a flower, yes, the same one you imagine choking on in some other time, and place it at the feet of the Beloved. You do not need to know how many times you drowned or who pushed you. You can offer it now, with love, and walk on lighter.

If something needs to rise, it will rise. If it does not, be grateful. Imagine trying to carry every painful ending, every loss, every bite of fear from countless lives. You could not stand up. Grace is forgetfulness. Mercy is a light load.

The Station Metaphor: Lay New Tracks

Think of this life like a train station. Your past choices laid tracks here. You can look back all day, catalog every junction, and memorize the hills you climbed, but the train will not move. Today, right now, is the throttle. Lay new tracks toward a bright next stop.

A few simple cues help:

• Chanting a Name of God: Even softly. Even off key. Sound can wash the heart.
• Offering food before eating: A crumb of love is enough. No big show.
• Serving someone quietly: A ride, a warm bowl, a listening ear. Let it be ordinary and real.
• Remembering “I am not the controller”: Big exhale. Let the shoulders drop.
• Keeping company with truthful hearts: Even online is something. Careful with your diet of voices.

If you want to peek at how folks debate the whole topic, here is a candid community discussion on whether past life regression is real. Engage kindly, read lightly, and keep your own practice central.

The Cemetery Lesson: Stay Present, Stay Kind

Back to our little burial ground. We were mid-thought and laughing about squirrels and queens when a family rumbled up on a farm vehicle, dogs and all, dust and smiles. The smallest pup beelined for a cuddle. We waved, they waved, the world felt soft. That tiny interruption held the whole teaching.

Presence is the practice. Life comes, wagging. You say hello. You make space. You bless and get blessed. These small encounters count. Not the dramas of what might have happened once upon a time. Not the hunting for old roles and titles. The living moment. The dog nose, the fence wire, the okay-okay of neighbors passing by.

The Flip Side of “Knowing”

We want to be honest about the trap. We have both been pulled into the itch to know. We have both paid a price. Hours. Years. Money. Tears. We do not judge anyone curious about their past. Curiosity can be sweet. But when it becomes a hobby that promises healing and delivers churn, it is time to look again.

A simple test:

• Does this make me softer, kinder, and more present?
• Does this lead me to serve and to love without keeping score?
• Does this help me remember my smallness and God’s greatness?

If yes, carry on. If not, lay it down. Take up a practice that cleans the mirror instead of drawing on it.

When Scripture Gets Quoted in Fragments

Sometimes people throw out numbers. Species counts, human types, cosmic maps. In different traditions there are references to many forms and many kinds of human births. The main point is this: forms are many, the self is one. We can get lost chasing data, or we can sit in the simple insight that life moves through many rooms. This room is the one we can sweep.

Practical Ways to Honor the Present Body

Let’s keep it simple and sweet:

• Morning pause: Before you check your phone, place your hand on your heart and say a Name. One breath of love.
• Sacred eating: Offer your meal in your own words. Thank the hands that grew it. Invite grace to sit with you.
• Tiny seva: Choose one small act each day that no one will see. Let it be your secret garland.
• Satsang: Keep company with people who point you toward your highest self. This can be a local group or an online circle like the Juicy MagiK Agora community.
• Bow often: In your heart, bow to the One within all. In traffic, in line, on the trail.

We have found that these small moves change the whole weather of a day. The mind quiets because it has a job. The heart expands because it has a friend.

If You’re Still Drawn to Regression

If you feel called to try a session, do your homework. Ask what you are seeking. Relief, meaning, closure. Ask how you will measure benefit. Read broadly, including skeptical or careful takes like the psychiatric review on past life regression debates. Then sit quietly and ask the One in your heart. Often the answer is already there, whispering.

What We Wish Someone Had Told Us

You do not need to buy a ticket to the past to be free in the present. Freedom is a change of owner, from me to Thee. When we remember that we are not the center, the whole sky opens. Service becomes joy. Simplicity feels rich. The soul sits down and smiles.

Key Takeaways

• This human life is rare, and it carries a real chance to wake up.
• Chasing past lives often feeds the mind, not the soul.
• Truth is simple and free, present in breath, kindness, and offering.
• Memories may arise on their own. Let them pass through, and keep practicing.
• Loving service is our natural position, and it tastes like peace.

Closing Blessing

Thank you for sitting with us in this quiet place, with dogs and dust and a soft wind through grass. If this spoke to you, come say hello in our Juicy MagiK Agora community. If you’d like to help us keep the wheels rolling, you can support our projects with sats via BTCpay.

Wherever you are, may your day be simple, your heart be light, and your steps feel guided. Stay with the living moment. Offer a flower. Chant a Name. Peace be with you and upon you.

mariakerwin

As a former serial entrepreneur, she turned from a workaholic in the business world to freedom and creativity, living now as a writer, creator and world traveller. Since an early age Maria is close to death and what exists beyond, courageously exploring the dimensions of existence. A Kundalini Awakening guided her into the abyss of fully surrendering to the life force itself, crushing all known aspects of her old life. Finally, it led her to her purpose of bridging both worlds, connecting to what goes beyond the ordinary.

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