THE TRUTH IS BEYOND IMAGINATION

Reincarnation and the Unbelievable Proofs: A Personal Experience from a Quantum Hypnotherapist

Introduction Before the Reincarnation Hypnosis Session

I must say that just a few months ago, I would never have believed in what I am doing now (I would have run far away from someone like me now). I could say that I was like a country kid, who studied at a rural school, unable to speak fluent Vietnamese, and suddenly thrust into an international school abroad, which led to a shift in my mindset and worldview.

Everything I am trying to share with you now about “something very strange” that is about to happen to all of us, many people will probably think it is absurd or superstitious. This is inevitable because, despite the countless people and sources trying to warn us for thousands of years, the number of non-believers is still countless. So, I want to share with you something that is beyond imagination, something that happened to me. Those who are meant to know, I hope you will explore it more, believe in it, and take the necessary steps if you are called to do so.

For those of you who have read the book The Many Lives of the Soul, my experience is quite similar to the main character’s.

For those who are fortunate enough to see their past lives, one of the first things you usually do is to verify whether it is true, whether you can believe it, or if it was just a dream, an illusion between the unreal and the real (just like the main character’s feeling).

I have never seen myself as someone famous in any past life, so the comparison wasn’t easy. Looking back at past lives, for me, it was simply like “watching a movie of myself, to see whether I acted well or poorly, and if I didn’t do well, how could I improve my performance in this life.” Sometimes, when watching, I had to think deeply before drawing conclusions.

But there was one life that truly shocked me with what happened so coincidentally.

Experience of Reincarnation Hypnosis

It all began simply when I spent time reflecting on “the way I think.” Prior to that, I had spent several weeks thinking and writing down what I thought about a certain issue. Then, one day, I suddenly realized, “Why am I thinking about this issue exactly the same way as I did a few weeks ago, but now it’s at a higher level?” I then connected the dots and discovered that my thoughts were progressing in a spiral pattern, and after a certain period of time, they would return to the same point as at the beginning, but at a higher level. However, there was one core belief, an unchanging truth, that went straight through, from the bottom to the top, piercing through. I called it the Spiral Pattern.

A few days later, while browsing the internet, I accidentally came across a picture called Moment of Truth by the philosopher Plato, depicting a spiral shape and a person looking up from the bottom. I was intrigued and saved the image because I felt it perfectly represented “the evolution of my thinking.” At that time, I only knew that Plato was a famous ancient philosopher, but I didn’t know where he came from, when he was born, or what he looked like.

 

Then, by chance, I had my first experience of seeing a past life.

The first scene that flashed through my mind was of a pyramid in the desert. But the next scene wasn’t in Egypt; it was of grand buildings with massive marble columns and intricate carvings. I could feel the coolness emanating from the stone. I guessed this was Greece.

In reality, I’ve traveled to several European countries, but I had never been to Greece or even googled what it was like. However, I had visited Italy and seen some architectural works in the ancient style—stone buildings, large columns, and a cool place to rest in the summer heat.

At that time, I was a maid. I wore a white dress with exposed shoulders, carrying a water pitcher on my shoulder, or sometimes a tray with fruits. (The scene was very similar to paintings of young girls carrying water). She worked for a very rich family. Their estate had a stone house with large columns so tall that if I stood behind them, no one could see me. The ceilings were very high, and velvet curtains hung down, elegantly decorating the space. The garden was beautiful, full of fragrant flowers and exotic plants, with a fountain running day and night. This family had probably hired a tutor because I saw a group of men, all learning and debating passionately in the garden. There was an open area with a few steps, and they were reclining, surrounding an older man with a very high forehead (I don’t remember if he was bald in the middle, but his hair spread to the sides), with a long, twisted beard. They were learning, but there were no chairs. They sat in different positions while the teacher stood next to a structure that looked like a stand for hanging or drawing something. They debated vigorously, with no distinctions between teacher and students, no hierarchy.

The maid loved listening to these debates because she learned many interesting things. So, she often took the chance to hide behind the large columns to listen. Simply put, during that time, girls weren’t allowed to study, and as a maid, there was no way she could attend classes.

One day, probably the happiest day of her life, the teacher posed a question that none of the students could answer. Standing behind the column, the maid boldly stepped out and asked to answer. At that moment, I was still observing as a third person, watching the film. I suddenly blurted out, “Why do I keep observing like a third person? I want to hear directly what he says to me.” As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly merged with the girl, and the teacher was standing right in front of her. She answered the question correctly. The teacher praised her for her sharp mind, asked why she had been hiding behind the column, and told her that from now on, she didn’t need to hide. She could come forward and listen with the other students. For a girl who wasn’t allowed to study and worked as a servant, this was the best thing she had ever received in that life.

The students were mostly happy with the teacher’s suggestion, not concerned at all about someone not of their social class. But there was one young man, the son of the master of the house. He had a good nature, but because he wasn’t as bright, he became jealous of the maid, a servant. So, later, he would always find excuses to accuse her falsely and beat her with a whip on the palms and wrists. Witnessing this, I could feel my hands stinging painfully. The maid was very frustrated, but she didn’t hold any hatred for him because, deep down, she understood that he was hitting her just because he was jealous.

A while later, the group of learners dispersed, each going their separate ways. Something unsettling had occurred. The maid no longer worked in that house but instead followed a group of people crossing the desert to a new land. It wasn’t a long journey away from her homeland. But the group was attacked by bandits on the desert, and during the chaos, she was stabbed to death.

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Post-Hypnosis Experience of Past Life Regression

This was my first time experiencing a past life, so I was absolutely stunned and immediately googled to check if it was true. Suddenly, I remembered the “Moment of Truth” painting I had seen a few days before and searched to find out who Plato was.

• It turns out that Plato was an ancient Greek philosopher, born in 427 BC. He looked very much like the teacher I had seen, but I couldn’t be sure they were the same person. Perhaps many old philosophers at that time had the same style of beard, hair, and clothing, so it could have been someone else. Maybe they were even debating something initiated by Plato himself?

• My geography knowledge is quite poor, so I had no idea that Europe had deserts. When I googled it, I found that Greece actually has the Lemnos desert, which has existed since many centuries BC (the era of the pyramids).

• The Spiral Pattern. Oh my god, when I googled this, I found out it’s a natural pattern related to the Golden Ratio (Phi) of nature. Many sources suggest that this number has been widely used since the ancient Egyptian and Greek times.

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In general, without this experience and the coincidental, deeply related events, The Many Lives of the Soul would have seemed like a piece of fictional literature to me—something to read and forget about, and I definitely wouldn’t be doing the work I’m doing now as a Quantum Hypnotherapist.

Whether you believe it now or not, the truth is that at some point, you will naturally come to believe in these things.

The truth is, we are all the same, bound by the laws and cycles of the universe. We are gifted with a challenging “Mind/thoughts/ego” because, if misused, it becomes the veil that hides the truth of our origins. Eventually, “The Truth” will knock on each of our heads to wake us up.

There is something happening and something coming, and it will be very different from everything we’ve known. I hope that, despite the usual worries of daily life, we all take a moment to reflect and observe to understand our origins and feel the strange signs of the universe and humanity unfolding around us. All of these are signs that we must change the way we live, return to our true essence, as a part of nature, a species living on a beautiful planet. We should not see ourselves as masters and should not believe that death is the end.