He was not yet thirty, with a slightly round figure, and his face no longer held the youthful innocence I remembered when I first met him nearly ten years ago. I recall that at that time, we were complete strangers, but due to our shared interests, we talked non-stop for 2-3 hours. There was a lot of enthusiasm in him, like a stream of water that never stopped flowing.
Since we met again, the thing he often mentions to me is his career, work, and money… that I’ve gone to study ABC, got degrees, and how I could earn this and that. Then, he expresses regret, saying he shouldn’t have come back home because now, compared to his friends, he feels like he has nothing in hand.
His ex left him with three scars: one on his face, one in his heart because she criticized him for not being rich, and another one, likely in the future, because he said, “I’m afraid of being alone, becoming like those useless, good-for-nothing men, but I also want to just marry any woman to get it over with. When my parents pushed me to meet women, I didn’t want to, but I cowardly couldn’t refuse.”
He felt suffocated in his current place and wanted to get out. The place was small, where everyone knew everything, big or small, and by the next morning, the whole street would know. But when I suggested he move somewhere else, he was afraid that there might be nothing there. At least in his current place, he still had something. In general, he was very conflicted.
He arranged to meet me several times for a hypnosis session, essentially asking whether past lives were real, why his current life was in such a mess, and whether he could learn something from it to succeed in this life.
WE ONLY DISCOVERED ONE LIFE:
The Knight of the Queen
The young man saw a girl with brown hair, a red shirt, and a pink skirt, watering plants in a garden full of flowers. He secretly watched her, noticing how beautiful and charming she was, completely focused on her task. I told him to approach her, but he refused and walked away.
He walked to a village—a very old and poor European-style village. He told the villagers, “Look at me and the black armor I’m wearing. I’m the knight of the Queen.” They asked him what his next plan was, and he said he wanted to rest first and think about it later. The village was far from the bustling city, the people were poor and simple, and they knew very little about the outside world. They didn’t doubt what he said, but he knew he was lying out of pride. He had returned to the desolate village where he was born and grew up, and had left it at 15 because he looked down upon the people around him and the place where he was born.

He returned home – a modest house, even poorer than the general poverty of the village. His mother had left when he was very young, and only his father raised him. After waiting a while for the afternoon sun, his father returned from plowing the fields, and once again, to maintain his pride, he lied to the only family he had left, telling him that he had become the Queen’s knight. From then on, the two men lived together in an empty house. He spent the rest of his life there, never making any friends because he despised them. He grew into an old man with a scruffy beard and messy hair. One day, his father returned from plowing the fields, caught a cold, and died. His body remained there for a week before anyone discovered it. He was about 55-60 years old when he passed away. His death was a release from a dull life, for a man who spent most of his time living in regret over the past.
Returning to the important years of his life. He secretly loved the girl watering the flowers, but feeling he had nothing and wasn’t worthy of her, he enlisted in the army, hoping to achieve something. He fought in many battles, earning a few victories, and thought that with a little more effort, he might be promoted and gain some title. But in one of the battles, he killed his benefactor with his own hands. Before the chaos broke out, he and this person had trained in martial arts and sword fighting together. They treated him like family, the only person in his life who truly considered him a friend. But when the war broke out, they fought on different fronts. In that confrontation, driven by pride and a need to prove himself to his superiors, he ruthlessly struck down his friend. So much blood was spilled on his sword. His hand shook in horror and fear, and after killing his friend, his hand could no longer hold the sword with the same strength. He knew that if he stayed in the army, he would surely die, as he no longer had the will to fight. His superiors tried to persuade him to stay, assuring him that in a few more years, he would be given a higher position, but he refused, accepted some money, and left.
He had another friend who was a blacksmith, specializing in making armor and weapons for the soldiers and knights. He took the black knight’s armor from him, donned it, and returned to his old village. But even now, he felt he had nothing and wasn’t worthy of the girl, so he carried that silent love with him for the rest of his life.
When asked about the meaning of that life, he received the message: “Don’t be cowardly or regretful. Whatever you do, do it to the end.”
At this point, his consciousness stirred and asked me, “Why do I need to do things to the end? Does that mean killing that person was going to the end? Was it about killing and fighting until the very end?”

I had to tell him to calm down… calm down… calm down… and I continued to ask, and his subconscious explained it very clearly. His “knight” life had a lot of running away: running away from his village to enlist, running away from the army and the guilt of killing his best friend, running away from his feelings for the girl…
“DO IT TO THE END” – what does it mean? His subconscious answered as follows:
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Regarding feelings, speak to the girl; don’t be so insecure. Do you see it? If you love someone, express it. If they love you back, then continue discussing the relationship. If they don’t love you, then move on and love someone else. Why waste an entire life holding onto unrequited love?
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Regarding killing his friend, stop tormenting yourself over the guilt, because that was war. If you hadn’t killed them, they might have killed you; if you hadn’t killed them, they would have died at the hands of someone else. If you were capable, you could have wounded them instead and taken them prisoner. But once you’ve killed them, understand that this is a normal part of war. If you had stayed and kept fighting, perhaps later, as a commander, you might have been able to win without causing so much death.
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Even after leaving the army, if you didn’t want to return to the village, there were other opportunities, like using the money you’ve earned to trade or staying in the blacksmith trade with your friend. Why go back to the village when you have so many other choices?
At the end of the session, he said something that made me laugh: “In that life, that guy was great at fighting, nothing like me. That life was dull, boring, and had no success to learn from.”
I hope he understands that he’s repeating the same lesson from that dull life because he hasn’t finished learning it. If you keep thinking, “I should’ve done this or that in the past,” it’s the same as that soldier. He didn’t live in the present, wasting years of his future reminiscing about the past. Instead of thinking about what could have been, he should focus on what can be done now.
It’s fine to stay in the village, focus on what you need to do, and ignore the gossip from neighbors. It’s also fine to go somewhere else. Even if money isn’t there right now, with the right mindset, knowledge, experience, and discipline, you can make money.
I also told him: “You’re lucky, you know. In this life, you haven’t met a girl you love as much as the guy loved you. Because if you had met her now, instinctively, you would think you’re too cowardly, too poor, and have nothing worthy of her. You’d probably reject the opportunity with her.”
I hope he doesn’t remain stubborn. Once he recognizes what’s wrong with himself, he should fix it now, and tomorrow will be different.
I also encounter some subjects who are very “stubborn” because they refuse to accept what they received in the hypnosis session. They want it to be this way or that way. Some sessions make me think deeply afterward, but then I have to let it go because, “I’ve shown you what you need to fix. You are the one who must change your life.” Everyone in this life, depending on their foundation, and you, only appear to “kick you a few times” to help you. The value you recognize is up to you.