The Seer

Chapter One
A Regression Into The Past

Regressionist: You are beginning to relax now as the worries and cares of the day are lifting from your shoulders; your mind has a sense of relaxation that begins to fill your body...

The regressionist stands behind me speaking in a soft comforting voice with the gentle music of stringed instruments, sounds of water flowing and birds singing harmoniously together. My body begins to relax and I feel myself sinking deeper into the couch of his office. Despite my logical surroundings I begin to see and feel the garden that he introduces me to during the early part of the regression. A wonderful black scrolling gate that opens up to a flowing brook with trees and large rocks with wild flowers peppered throughout the area in small patches. I see a row of brilliant steps on a mossy green path leading my way into this mystical forest. The music and his voice seem to fade gently into the background and I am engaged with the water and the filtering sun that bathes my cheek gently with the suns nourishing rays. I take a deep breath in and the air smells clean as the freshly watered earth from an afternoon shower. Drops of rain still fixed upon the trees and plants reflect the golden sun rays. The forest becomes illuminated in a sparkling glow of diamonds of green emerald earth. Just as I am floating deeper into this reality I am pulled back by the regressionist’s voice.
Regressionist: We are now moving into the past. You will come to a place where you need to understand something about yourself. You are going to enter a place and time where you will see something in your childhood that you need to see.
“Immediately the scene shifted and I was in my youth at Alice’s house, the house next door. I was playing with a girl friend in the back yard. We had wandered over to our neighbor’s yard because of the lure of something I found quite beautiful. I could feel the spring air blow gently against my hair and face. The noise of my pink windbreaker made the crisp sound of a kite in flight. My eyes were transfixed upon the green grass and the brilliantly blue-purple colors of violets. It was a sea of violets sprinkled through a vibrantly green lawn with spots of bright yellow dandelion flowers and wild weeds of the natural New England landscape. I took in a deep breath as if soaking in the fragrant colors of the earth. I am out of my body observing my youthful wonderment in a moment transfixed with natures magic. I reach toward the grass to pluck up the violets in a miniature bouquet perfectly suited for a child of six or seven years of age. My hand goes deeper into the tall grass and an unusual mist begins to pour in. I can still see the flowers and the grass but the mist has altered the depth of field. A portal appears and the grass seems to reveal a landscape from beyond.