When I started planning my bachelorette party, I knew I wanted to do something different—something meaningful that my friends and I would talk about for years to come. The usual bar crawl or spa day just didn’t feel right. I wanted something unforgettable.
That’s when the idea of a Past Life Regression (PLR) Party came to me. I’d always been fascinated by the idea of past lives, and I figured, why not share that experience with the women closest to me?
I suggested it to the group, and the reactions were... mixed, to say the least. Taylor, my adventurous maid of honor, practically shouted, “Yes! I’ve always wanted to try that!” Claire, ever the practical one, gave me a side-eye. “So, we’re all going to get hypnotized?” she asked skeptically. Maria, the queen of doubt, laughed and said, “I don’t believe in past lives, but I’m curious. Plus, it’s your day, Rachel.”
We booked a virtual PLR session with Kristin, from Transformation To the Core, and set the date. None of us knew what to expect, but that was part of the fun.
Setting the Scene
Kristin had sent us instructions how to prepare for the event. So, we turned my living room into a cozy, magical space. Candles flickered softly, and the scent of lavender filled the air. We gathered in our comfiest clothes with wine glasses in hand, giggling nervously as we logged into our virtual session.
Kristin greeted us with the warmest smile and instantly put us at ease. She explained what to expect and reassured us that it wasn’t about believing in past lives—it was about exploring our subconscious minds. “Whether you experience vivid images, emotions, or just deep relaxation, it’s all about the journey,” she said. We were able to ask lots of questions and she shared experiences and facts about Past Life Regression.
Eventually we were asked to get into a comfy position. We closed our eyes and began the experience.
Traveling Through Time
I can’t describe exactly how it happened, but at some point, I found myself transported to a different life, in a different time.
Not sure, where and who I was, I heard Kristin's voice like from far away:
"Look down at your hands. What do they look like? Are they smooth, weathered, or scarred?"
Oh, I am a little girl. The small, dirty hands told me that I was about 5 years old and used to working with my hands.
"Now, take a moment to check your feet. Are you wearing shoes? If so, what kind are they? Or are you barefoot, feeling the earth beneath you?"
Oh, my feet were bare and incredibly dirty. I wasn't sure if they had ever worn shoes. I looked at earth beneath my feet and saw old cobblestones full of dirt and debris but not like in streets these days. I got an idea, that I travelled far back in time. Maybe 1700?
"As you stand in this place, do you feel like you're alone, or is someone with you? Look around. Who’s there with you, if anyone?"
I looked around and I felt more that I saw that I was alone and scared.
"What does the air feel like? Is it warm, cool, dry, or humid?"
I felt the heavy, air typical for harbor cities. Humid. Smelly, and pretty cold.
"As you look at the world around you, what do you see? Are there buildings, open spaces, or something else entirely?"
All of sudden, the picture became clearer and clearer. Like fog had lifted. I looked around and saw ships in the harbor. Big ships. Old ships. So many people. It was busy and the streets full of people. It was about to get dark.
And then I became this girl. I walked down the street, hurrying. I hurried to the side of the street, and found myself reaching for a door, pulling it open to step inside. The building was tall, old, with creaky wooden stairs. I climbed several flights, each step heavy with worry. My heartbeat faster as I reached the final door at the top, in the attic. I was afraid—afraid of what I would find behind it.
I opened the door, and a wave of sadness swept over me. Inside was a simple room, a small single bed pushed against the far wall. A thin, tattered blanket lay over the mattress, and in the bed, I saw a woman. She looked so frail, her skin pale, and her breathing shallow. She had been sick for a long time. My mother.
I rushed to her side, kneeling by the bed, my hands trembling as I took hers in mine. There were no words to say, only the quiet, heavy feeling of helplessness. She was weak—too weak to even lift her head, but there was something in her eyes, a spark of recognition, as she looked at me. “Isobel...” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “You’re here. Did you find something to eat?"
The weight of the moment crushed me. I wasn’t just witnessing the pain of another life—I was living it. I could feel the love, the fear, and the responsibility weighing on this girl who was now me. My heart ached with a deep sense of duty, yet I knew there was nothing I could do. This was the reality she had to face—this was my reality in that life.
I don't know how much time had passed but when I opened my eyes, I had tears streaming down my face, but they weren’t sad tears. They were tears of awe, of connection, of gratitude.
As we came back to the present, one by one, my friends started sharing their own experiences:
Taylor, true to form, found herself as an adventurous sailor braving stormy seas in search of treasure. “It was so real! I could smell the salt air and feel the wind on my face,” she said, still buzzing with excitement.
Suzie, who’d been skeptical, described running a bakery in 19th-century England. “I could literally smell the bread baking,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Kate, who swore she wouldn’t get hypnotized, admitted that while she didn’t see a past life, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace. “I didn’t think I’d feel anything, but honestly, it was so calming. I get it now,” she said with a smile.
A Night Like No Other
What started as an unconventional idea turned into a night that bonded us in ways I didn’t expect. We laughed, we cried, and we marveled at how connected we all felt—not just to the lives we imagined, but to each other.
Taylor summed it up best: “Rachel, leave it to you to plan a bachelorette party that’s both fun and soul-searching.”
Maria, ever the skeptic, raised her glass and said, “You know, I came into this thinking it’d be silly. But honestly, this was amazing. It’s the most unique way I’ve ever connected with you all.”
Why I’ll Never Forget It
This wasn’t just a party—it was an experience. We explored parts of ourselves we hadn’t thought about before and left with a deeper understanding of who we are, where we’ve been, and why we’re here now.
For anyone looking to make their celebration truly unique, I can’t recommend a Past Life Regression Party enough. It’s more than an event; it’s a journey, a bond, and a memory that stays with you forever.
As I step into this next chapter of my life, I’ll always look back on that night with gratitude. It reminded me of how special my friends are and how incredible it feels to share a little bit of soul-searching magic with the people you love. Thank you, Kristin, you made it a truly unforgettable experience.
Cheers to new beginnings—and to all the lives we’ve lived before.
Rachel
Comments