Improving ME Energy Levels - The Ship-Wrecked Sailors Suicide

by Hazel Newton

The following extract has been written by one of my clients

I have suffered with M.E. since 1987. For quite a few years I have felt encouraged to follow a spiritual path to healing, especially as conventional medicine has been unable to help. It seems that along with other M.E. sufferers – I help to channel the new energies to Earth and that I also clear and ground energy for other people, who are unable to do so for themselves. I am conscious of this process and it does drain me somewhat. In recent years my feet have become my real problem – I find I cannot walk very far due to pain and cannot find comfortable shoes. Over the last five years I’ve tried many remedies without success. However, earlier this year I did a combined Angel/Tarot reading and asked the question, What can I do about my feet and why are they such a problem? I received a very comprehensive response which said, You fear to walk the Earth as when you have done in the past you have suffered. Until you clear all the negative energy accumulated from various past lives your feet will not heal and you will not feel safe in this lifetime. This resonated with me.

I then searched for past life regression websites as I wanted to trace back to the root of the problem. Because I don’t easily relax, I wasn’t sure I could be hypnotised or that I would be able to visualise/describe a past life. Thus beforehand I had negative thoughts about myself but none about the validity of past life regression or hypnosis. I thought this was something I needed to do. I needn’t have worried as the therapist was welcoming/friendly and skilful. I was put at my ease straight away. She started by taking my history and discussing the problem. She also explained the process and what would happen. Thus I then lay down on her sofa and she hypnotised me.

We went seamlessly into the regression. I cannot remember how I entered into the story but I described what I saw and she encouraged and prompted me with relevant questions along the way.

What are you wearing?

I thought and answered, ‘I’m wearing old leather shoes with brass buckles, stockings, breeches to the knee, and a heavy long cloth coat with gold buttons all the way up the front. I look shabby and care worn’.

What are you doing?

Sitting in a chair in an attic room and feeling and rather sorry for myself.

Tell me more?

It’s my feet, I’m virtually a cripple – moving around and walking is extremely painful to me and now I’m no use to anyone.

My therapist then took me back to an earlier point in this lifetime to ascertain what had happened to cause this disability. I saw myself as a child and was able to describe walking down to a harbour holding the hand of a man who I thought was my father. We stood in the sun and looked at the boats that unloading cargo – I could hear all the noise; people shouting, gulls squawking and the smell of salt and fish. It looked like a large seventeenth century fishing port. Then I moved further in this lifetime into my thirties.

I was a sailor myself now and found myself on a stricken ship. A terrible storm was in progress late at night, with rain, thunder, lightening and huge waves crashing down. It was a sailing ship with tall masts and rigging. We’d been thrown onto the rocks just of the shore line and I’m sure it was Cornwall. The ship was breaking up and there were bits of mast and timber flying about everywhere. There was deafening noise – I could see the rest of the crew clambering over the sides and jumping for their lives into the waves. I was about to save myself too when all of a sudden a heavy piece of rigging came crashing down and pinned me to the deck across my ankles. It was incredibly painful and there was no way I was going to shift it - very quickly I passed out. The next thing I knew I woke up lying face down on the beach with the waves lapping around me. The ship had obviously broken up and I had been washed ashore. The sun was out so it must have been a quite a few hours later. I couldn’t move and I was in terrible pain. I couldn’t cry out for help as I was too exhausted. But I could hear and see that there was a lot going on around me. People were milling about down on the beach, salvaging anything they could from the wreck. Healing I think they had assumed I was dead.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that I was finally noticed - I had been drifting in and out of consciousness all day. I was man handled onto a makeshift stretcher and hauled up the beach along a steep rocky path, up to what seemed like a tavern in the village. Here I was lifted onto a table and someone – I man I didn’t know, looked me over and roughly set my broken ankles with some makeshift wooden splints. Trouble was he didn’t do it very well. I didn’t recover well and was left barely able to walk and not without pain. I was trapped in the village – became a hindrance to those who had taken me in and I became severely depressed.

Fast forward again, to a few years later. Still sitting in the chair, back in the attic room. This time I have a pistol in my hand – a heavy object, dull grey steel with a heavy wooden stock – a smell of thick grease. I’ve had enough – I’m no use to anybody or for anything. I load the pistol methodically, making sure I do it right, put the barrel in my mouth and after pausing for only a short moment, I pull the trigger. A big flash then nothing – then I seemed to be looking down on myself from above. Head thrown back, blood everywhere and the noise of people clambering upstairs to see what has happened. I head for the brightest light.

At this point my therapist asked me to go back to that night on the ship when the mast fell across my legs.

It’s the same scene as before – a terrible storm, everybody else fleeing for their lives while I’m suddenly pinned down by this heavy fallen mast. I was asked to look deep into myself and choose from within a spirit animal. Without thought I straight away chose a bear. The therapist encouraged me to take in and absorb all the energy and strength of the bear and then lift and push the mast that pins me down, away and off my legs. And this I do, with seemingly super human strength I moved the mast from my legs – I gradually roll it back out the way.

The course of events and consequences of the past life can now be changed. I clamber to my feet, now uninjured and I’m over the side with my other shipmates without looking back. Somehow I swim to shore without drowning or getting smashed to pieces on the rocks. I still have the bear energy with me and I quickly gather myself together and help the less fortunate; the injured and maimed who are lying barely alive all along the shoreline. Events change even more as I still remain in the village, but meet and marry the love of my life. We go on to lead a very happy life together into our old age.

With that result I was brought back up to consciousness again. I felt very surprised at what a vivid picture I’d being able to see and describe. The more I ‘got into it’ the more I could see. The gun for instance I could see, feel and smell in exquisite detail. It’s several weeks now since my regression. I have monitored how my legs, feet and energy levels have been and they are still improving without a doubt. I have even found the energy to get down and tackle completely gutting the basement in my Victorian house before it finally collapses – I just haven’t been able to face it before and have been putting it off for years. Maybe it’s due to ‘Bear’ energy? I don’t know - but I do know I wouldn’t have started it without having first done the past life regression so big thanks to my therapist. There’s also an additional spin off to having more energy and better feet and that is my mood is much improved – I’m not so morose and miserable as I was a few weeks ago.

To summarise I’ve found over the years that healing for me is subtle – it’s a bit by bit gradual process and so I will see how things go. But it is fascinating, how with guidance you can go back in time into your sub-conscious and re-write events that are having a very negative impact on the present.