12/09/2019
Let's continue the story...
It's interesting how such a full and focused life can come to a screeching halt, creating a shutdown that shuts off an entire life.
My life in New Haven was a happy one. I lived in a multi-cultural neighborhood and became very close friends with the Irish woman next door, Mary. She was a healer. She had 2 small children, and I took a real shine to her young daughter, who was about 4 or 5. I longed to have a child of my own and eventually gave birth to a daughter.
She was the light of my life. I brought her with me everywhere, especially to the Suffragette meetings and protests. Life came to a screeching halt when the flu epidemic of 1918 arrived in New Haven. My daughter died at around the age of 8. I slipped into despair and grieving, shutting myself off from my husband, my friends, my life's work. I eventually died myself at a young age, some 5-6 years later. I contracted tuberculosis, which was known as the wasting disease, as the patient just wasted away. I did so because of my broken heart.
One of the most unique aspects of the Regression Therapy I was taught is the transformation of thoughts and emotions that were unresolved at the time of death. I was able to meet with my daughter in the spirit realm and heal the pain and sadness I carried with me from that lifetime. I saw our soul connection and saw how we have spent many lifetimes together, loving and learning from each other. I was able to lift that grief and see how my shutting down affected me and the others whom I loved.
Now for the fun part: I recognized a few of those loved ones. My daughter in that life is my daughter in this life. We enjoy a very close bonded relationship and find joy in hanging out. The other picture was taken almost a year before I began my studies--she and I attended the Women's March in Hartford, CT in January 2017. With us is her 4 month old daughter. Full circle, huh?
My neighbor, Mary? Her daughter, Esther? My great-grandmother and grandmother in this life. I did not realize until after experiencing the life who they were...this is part of the transformation process, although during the regression I called my friend Mary.
I did get during the regression that our surname was Gilson. I couldn't find any records for my daughter, but there was a death record in New Haven for a Georgia Gilson, who died on Sept. 1, 1924. That fits with the dates and experiences I recovered. Someday I may do a thorough genealogy search, but for now I am content knowing where that sadness came from and finding the peace in knowing and healing.
