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Addiction, the 21st Century Pandemic

“Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether
the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.”
Carl Jung

Addiction affects each and every one of us.

Addiction in our families, in the workplace, in our neighbor-
hoods, and among our friends touches everyone today.

Chemical substances such as alcohol, marijuana, pain pills, pre-
scription drugs, methamphetamines, cocaine, acid and other mind-
altering drugs are the primary sources of misery caused by chemical
addiction. Pornography, gambling, sex, computer games, and addic-
tions to the internet are not as obvious, but just as destructive.
According to past-life regression research, these addictions are
not by accident; rather they are choices made by the spirit to accept this
challenge to learn an important lesson. Addicts never exist in isolation.
They affect family, friends, and associates who must deal with the adver-
sity caused by the addict in order to learn their lesson in this lifetime,
too, from the other side of the equation.

Every client that I have regressed to a past life specifically to
look at the issue of addiction in this life has been working on the prob-
lem for a minimum of three consecutive past lives. And they have failed
to learn the lesson in those lives this is a huge statement showing the
difficulty of this problem. Addiction is one of the most difficult lessons
to overcome.
Overcoming addiction requires the addict being sober enough
to make the commitment to maintain his or her sobriety. When we are
“high” on our drug of choice, the drug is in control of the addict, and
has no interest in relinquishing its power. Much like any parasite that
devours the host leading to the death of both, the substance increases its
influence until both cease to exist.
No Excuses:
The following two cases are representative of a large group of
past-life regressions focused on the issue of addiction. In this lifetime,
they have much in common: loving, supportive families, and no pre-
cipitating event or trauma that would cause them to choose to escape
their reality into the fog of addiction. Nor is there a presenting mental
health issue to cause them to “self-medicate”, rather both clients just
like to get “high”: regardless of the consequences to themselves or their
loved ones.
No Problem!
This 14 year old, shaggy haired, gangly young man came to me
for counseling from a local adolescent treatment center. Most teenagers
don’t understand why their parents go “postal” at any evidence of sub-
stance abuse.

“Hey, what’s the big deal?” he asked. “I like getting high. So, I
smoked a little weed, and popped a few pills:”
“And, I got caught.” His grin indicated no remorse at his
actions, only chagrin at his parents’ discovery of his use. “That won’t
happen again!”
Having been in a lock down facility for six months, he was clean
and sober: and apparently looking forward to his return home and
return to his drug use. All was going well in his life, perhaps too well.
He has loving biological parents who are happily married and two sis-
ters, one older and one younger. He had a very healthy childhood no
trauma at all. And yet, he began using a year ago, at age 13.
“I was bored and wanted to try something new,” he said with a
shrug. “My buddy showed up with some weed, and I was hooked.” The
grin again.
He hid his use from his parents for a year, a year that included
various prescription pills from friends who got them out of various
medicine cabinets around town. They took handfuls of pills without
knowing what they were or what they were for hoping to get high.
After working with Chris for six months on relapse prevention,
I asked him if he would like to do some past-life regression. “Cool!” He
was extremely enthusiastic about the possibility. I explained that I
wanted to explore his past lives to see if addiction had been an issue
before. He did not care what we explored, he just wanted to “check it
out.” Teens love regression work. So we set a date.
“Awesome!” Chris said before his experience. Like most teens,
he was fascinated by the possibility of an adventure. The therapeutic
benefit held little or no interest for him.
Diane:What are you aware of?

Chris:I am in a house with yellow appliances and shag green carpet
it is an old rundown house. Mom is doing the dishes. I’m
afraid. Don’t know why. Dad is sitting in the corner of the
living room wearing shorts, flip flops, and holding a beer. He
has darker skin.
D:What happens next?
C:An older man comes charging through the front door with a
rifle! Oh! He is pointing it at dad. A second man comes in
with a gun. Ouch!
D:What is happening?
C:The first man grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into a
corner, pushed me down. Mom freaks out and drops a dish
she is screaming. The man grabs mom and throws her in the
corner with me telling her to shut up. He goes over to dad.
Both guys are over Dad. The first one takes out a knife and is
putting it to dad’s throat. Oh!  He slits dad’s throat then the
other one shoots him in the head.
D:What do you do next?
C:I jump up, crying and angry, I jump on the guy with the gun.
Mom is screaming. He throws me down. Ouch!  Both guys
run out of the house. Mom is screaming and crying in the
corner, covering her eyes. I get up and go over to Dad. There
is blood everywhere; he is slumped in his chair, dead. I am
mad. Mom comes over, gets on her knees, head on his knee,
crying hard.
D:Let’s move forward in time now to the next significant event
in that life.
C:I am at school in the halls. Some guy is talking trash to me.
D:How old are you?

C:I’m 13. I’m really angry at this guy. He keeps talking trash to
me. I attack him, beating him up. Slam him against the
locker. Beat his head against the metal. I’m being pulled off
of him by some guys.
D:What is happening now?
C:The cops and ambulance are coming. I think I killed him!
D:Let’s move forward in time again.
C:I’m in Juvy. I’m an 8th grader and I did kill that kid. They say
I’ll be here until I’m 18 and then I’ll be moved to a prison.
D:Let’s move forward in time to the next important event.
C:I’m in the parking lot of the prison being moved from Juvy
to prison. I’m 18.
D:Okay, so now let’s move forward in time to the next signifi-
cant happening.
C:  I’m in prison on the bottom bunk. I’m in my mid-20’s. The
guy in the top bunk is a real problem, everyone hates him.
I’m going to kill him the first chance I get.
D:So let’s move forward again.
C:I am sleeping on my back. The guy in the top bunk jumps off
his bunk and stabs me in the stomach. I get the knife and
stab the guy I kill him. I’m bleeding, holding my guts in fall down. The guard comes in. Everyone hated that guy they are happy he is dead. It is a large prison they take me
to the doctor the hospital.
D:Let’s move forward now.
C:I’m about 30. They let me out of prison. I have a scar the
shape of a cross on my stomach. I’m living at my girlfriend’s
house. I don’t work. She is a waitress and pays the bills. I
drink all the time. I’m very angry and hate my life. I want to

be dead. She loves me and wants me to not kill myself. All I
want to do is drink and die. My life sucks and has since
they killed my dad. I am afraid I am going to kill someone
D:Let’s move forward in time.
C:She and I are in a motel room. We took a weekend drive. I
am in the bathroom, drunk. My hair is buzzed. She is pretty
but I just want to be dead. I take a bunch of pills. I want to
die so I don’t hurt anyone else.
D:So what happens?
C:I am flying upward through a vortex right past my spirit
guide I want to go home!  Oh no!!  I am dropping back
down, fast, I see the hospital I’m back into my body my
girlfriend is squeezing my hand. This sucks I am back! She
wants me here I want to die.
D:So let’s see what happens next.
C:We are back at her house. I’m in the bathroom, drunk, she is
at work. I cut my wrists the right way. I am bleeding to
death I hope. I leave my body and am floating upward.
D:What do you see below you as you float up?
C:I am looking down at Seattle, the skyscrapers, the ocean.
D:What year is it?
C:It’s 1976. I am floating, it is so peaceful I am finally away
from that horrible life. I was just a drunk and a murderer. I’m
rising up fast now to the spirit world. I’m so glad to be
released from that life. My guide is here with me. I’m at the
place of music I need to rest. My guide is trying to help me
feel okay about my life, but I know I screwed it up. I do not
want to go back he wants me to try again.

D:So what happens next?
C:It is two earth years later and my guide has convinced me to
try again. I’m not really wanting to, but will. He thinks I can
do it. I just want it to be a short life. He says no. So I’m about
to be born.
D:Let me know when you are born.
C:I’m born, screaming, bright lights, doctor cuts the cord. Oh
no, I’m here again. I see the doctor; they put me in a plastic
crib in the hospital. My mom looks Italian, she has curly hair.
Dad is a big Italian with a polo shirt on, dark hair slicked
D:Okay. So let’s move forward in time to the next important
C:I’m seven, playing baseball. I hit the ball hard, it goes flying.
I watch it but forget to run. Dad is yelling at me he is mad.
I feel bad. I can’t please my dad. He puts me down all the
time. We are now in the car driving home in a station wagon.
He backhands me. I cover my face and go inward. I’m scared
of him we have a bad relationship. He is a hard ass.
D:What happens next?
C:We are home now. Mom is cooking spaghetti. Mom loves
me, she is kind, and I want to be around her.
D:Okay, so let’s move forward in time to the next important
C:I’m 10 and in summer camp on a lake. This kid throws some
chicken in my face I am depressed about it he teases me
all the time. I go and hide under my bunk. I have a friend
there; he tries to cheer me up.
D:What happens next?

C:It is the next day. We are all fishing. That kid is teasing me
again says I can’t do it right. I get a bite and mess it up. The
line breaks. Same old message as dad gives me: I can’t do it
right. I feel depressed.
D:Okay. So now let’s move forward in time to the next impor-
tant event.
C:I’m 13. Wearing shorts and flip flops and smoking weed for
the first time. There are 8 to 9 boys and girls here. My friend
brought me here. It is at night, we are sitting in a circle out-
side, and it is sort of cold. There is a girl sitting next to me. I
like her.
D:Where are you?
C:In the Southwest Arizona. We are now dancing around wasted feels good.
D:So let’s move forward in time again.
C:I’m at school. I’m in the bathroom. The same boy gives me a
baggie with something in it that looks like a prickly pear. He
says, “Eat it now or take it home it is way better than
weed.”  He leaves. I am eating it.
D:So how does it make you feel?
C:I go back to class. Everything starts moving I am hearing
noises. The room is moving up and down, in and out. Wow!
This is cool!
D:So let’s move forward in time.
C:This guy becomes my drug buddy. It was peyote. He gives it
to me often. I am an only child and am a huge disappoint-
ment to my dad because I can’t do anything right so I get
high all the time. I stop trying to make him happy. I love
being high. Dad works nights so I stay in my room a lot and

get high on weed and peyote. My mom is out a lot these days
so I am home alone at night. Don’t know where she goes, but
I’m glad she goes so I can get really high.
D:How often are you using now?
C:I’m doing peyote every two to three days and smoking a bowl
of weed two times a day. I’m also sort of dating that same girl.
I take her to a movie and give her peyote. She likes it, says it
makes the movie better.
D:Why do you use so much?
C:Because I really have no family my dad puts me down so I
stay away from him. I feel rejected by him. Some kids tease
me so I feel like I can’t do anything right. I feel good when I
am high. My friends feel like my family we have fun
together getting high and doing dumb things.
D:So let’s move forward in time to the next important event.
C:So I’m on a school bus heading home. It is the last day of
school. My buddy gives me a bag of peyote. He tells me there
is going to be a desert trip coming up. It is the end of the 10th
grade. They are all going to celebrate. The place is two hours
away. He tells me to talk my parents into me going.
D:So what happens next?
C:I’m home now and telling mom about the trip. She is okay
with it but she says I’ll have to talk to my dad. He is home. I
tell him. He finally agrees but does not like it. It is a three day
D:Okay. So move forward in time.
C:We are on the trip. It is the first night. My girlfriend is here.
We are all sitting around a camp fire getting high. It is hot we are out in the middle of a desert. We are all talking and

laughing at stupid stuff. Go to bed. Get up the next morning.
I need to pee. So I head out into the desert. There are huge
sand dunes, not flat, just up and down all over. I’m walking
and walking. I brought my bag of peyote. I’m eating it along
the way. Chilling. I eat three large pieces. Very high. Every-
thing is moving up and down, in and out. I’m just kicking it.
Now I’m staggering, very high. I’m lost. Oh well. I’m now
crawling on my hands and knees I lay here for half an hour.
I get up, am walking. The hills around me are sliding in and
out, up and down. I am aware of my girlfriend’s presence
somewhere nearby. I’m petting a shrub. I stagger on. There is
sort of a step down oops it was a cliff I fall. I leave my
body and watch it fall at least 100 feet down. It crashes on
the ground below. I see my body it has cargo shorts on and
a t-shirt. I am dead. I float over and see my girlfriend. She
was 30 feet from where I fell. She sees my body over the cliff.
She starts crying.
D:What year is it?
C:1992. I’m 16, or was 16. I am floating upward now in a
vortex that is pulling me up fast. I see my spirit guide. What
will he say now?
I brought Chris out of trance. He opened his eyes, wide. His
mouth fell open in amazement. There was no need for me to connect
the dots for him. He knew the truth of his ongoing addiction issue.
He shared how lucky he was to have such great parents in this
life. He commented that both sets of parents in those two past lives were
not so good. “You know, if my parents didn’t put me in this program
when they did I might be dead now.”

I asked him how he felt about using now. He replied, “Not
such a good idea. Obviously I need to not use anything. I want to make
a good, long life for myself. None of this checking out early stuff!  I need
to do it right this time.”
Chris also said he was glad he did not have the problem with
anger that he had had in the first life. He was not very interested in alco-
hol in his present life. He realized it was all about getting high to avoid
life not really wanting to be here on earth. But, since he was here, and
had such great parents, he said he would give it his best shot!
Chris has since returned home to his parents and is doing very
well. He works hard on maintaining positive relationships with his
parents and siblings. He continues to be grateful for another oppor-
tunity to create a meaningful life. He wants his parents to be proud of
him. He has no interest in using any mind-altering substances. He
keeps busy and leans into his gifts in this life: intelligence, creativity,
and loving relationships. He is grateful for the opportunity to have
learned about his past lives that have brought him to this life and the
knowledge that he personally has chosen to work on addiction. And
that is his goal to conquer it this time around.
He came for counseling at age 35 after a twenty year roller
coaster of alcohol, drugs, sobriety, employment, only to lose everything
again to his addictions. Like Chris, David liked getting high. During his
15th year he began using marijuana, alcohol, methamphetamines, and
LSD, as he transitioned from a “straight” appearance to “stoner”: long
dirty hair and baggy clothes. He skipped school and associated with
other drug users.

At 18 he overdosed on LSD and suffered a psychotic break that
lasted six months. After that he decided no more acid, but alcohol was
legal and enough of it provided escape. After being fired from job after
job, he escaped into cocaine. He began suffering severe paranoia. As a
result, he switched to marijuana. He never gave up alcohol.
David married, had a child, and was drunk all of the time. His
wife supported him and their daughter. After three years of drunken-
ness, he switched to methamphetamines to get and hold a job. This
worked until the meth habit got out of control. His wife threw him out,
causing another recovery: for awhile. Then he became a weekend alco-
holic, eventually adding pain pills, cocaine and valium.
When he came to see me for help, his routine was predictable:
take uppers in the morning, and then begin drinking midday through
the evening, finally taking downers to sleep. The next day the cycle
repeated itself, yet he was still employed. The irony of his situation did
not escape him: the better his life became the more afraid he was of los-
ing it all again due to drugs and alcohol. One day his fear overcame his
addictions enough to drive him into counseling.
David’s story is not unusual. Many addicts use multiple sub-
stances daily depending on the mood they want to create. Most addicts
get hooked on being high during their teen years. They have never expe-
rienced reality. Creating their mood with substances, the habit, mood
creation, becomes an art in itself. Eventually, it catches up to them:  an
accident, damage to their body, being dumped by a loved one, disease,
or poor self esteem finally brings them to their knees. If this happens
prior to their substances killing them, then there is hope for recovery.
This is what happened to David. With every drink, every pill,
every snort, his disappointment in himself swelled until his fear took
over. Fear of losing his new wife, fear of losing his children, fear of
losing his life drove him to ask for help.

When David began counseling, he quit using every substance.
Outrageously courageous, he brought new meaning to the term “cold
turkey”. Without the safety of isolation in a rehab center, without the
security of a treatment facility, without the 24/7 support of professional
drug counselors, David simply quit.
We processed his entire life story and he started meditating.
After uncovering personality traits leading to his addictive habits, he
wanted to explore past-life regression. This man wanted his life back for
good, not just one more attempt at giving up his mood creators.
When David arrived for his first regression, he was anxious. The
strain was obvious in his freshly shaven face. His healthy color had
returned since giving up the substances, but this morning he was pale
again. A few nervous ticks appeared that were not apparent in earlier
appointments, but he was aware of them and took a deep breath to
reduce his anxiety.
In spite of his concern that he would be unable to be hypno-
tized because of his history of mind-altering substances, he was able to
relax and slip into trance easily.
Diane:What are you aware of?
David:I am in a wagon being pulled by two horses. We are bump-
ing along on a dirt road in a town in the old west. My dad is
driving the wagon; mom is sitting next to him. My brother
who is seven and my sister who is three are sitting in the back
of the wagon with me. We have come to town for supplies
and are heading home.
D:What happens next?
Da:We are home. We live in a two story small farm house with
trees and a stream that goes by. I’m inside now. There is a

white ceramic wood burning stove in the kitchen, a table,
and a ladder to the loft. We are all very happy. I am close to
my dad.
D:Move forward in time to the next important event.
Da:The whole family is having a picnic down by the creek. Mom
has made this huge basket full of good food. I am playing in
a tree on a limb that goes out over the creek. I’m scared. My
foot slips and I fall into the creek. I can’t swim. I am under
the water, sinking. I feel a hand grab me. It is my dad. He
pulls me out and lays me on the bank. I am choking from
swallowing water. He is upset with me. I am all wet.
D:So move forward in time and let’s see what happens next.
Da:I am in a small school house. I have gray pants on. I’m 10
years old. My brother is here there are about eight kids all
in one room. Someone has come to the school to tell my
brother and I to get home quick. We leave.
D:  Let me know what happens when you get home.
Da:We get home. Oh no!  Mom is dead. She died having a baby.
The baby died too. Dad is crying. He is heartbroken. I feel
sad for Dad. I am not feeling anything else. I have moved for-
ward in time and am at the funeral. We live in Nevada cattle
country. The funeral is in our back yard. Everyone is sad,
especially Dad.
D:So move forward in time to the next significant event.
Da:There is a gold rush going on. Lots of young men are leaving
for California. My brother has his horse all packed up with
supplies, plus he is leading a second horse loaded with sup-
plies. I want to go, but I am only seventeen. I know that this
is the last time I will see my brother. I am sad.

D:What year is it?
Da:It is 1859.
D:What happens next?
Da:I am now in my 20’s. I am a blacksmith in the same town. I
make horse shoes. This is Lancaster, Nevada. It is hot. I have
my own shop and live over the saloon. I play cards poker and drink whiskey. I am in the saloon now playing cards. The
whiskey tastes bad!  Four of us are playing. I am drunk. I fall
out of my chair, laughing. My dad comes to the bar to pick
me up because the bartender is complaining. Dad throws me
in the back of the wagon and takes me to his house. My sis-
ter is there she pities me. Dad is disgusted with me I do
this all the time. My life style is being a blacksmith and a
drunk. I also use the girls at the saloon. I am overweight and
my face is puffy from drinking too much.
D:So let’s go forward in time to the next important event of that
Da:Okay. So I’m in the saloon playing poker and I am drunk. I’m
twenty-eight. There is a mean guy yelling at me. He calls me a
blubbering fool. I am tipping back in my chair looking calm
but I am terrified. I think he might kill me. I see him draw his
gun. I see the gun go off. Everything becomes like in slow
motion. He is a left-handed gunman. I fall to the dirty floor. I
can see a cast iron stove and the dirty boots of the man stand-
ing next to me. I leave my body I’m dead. It is 1871.
D:Look at your body what do you see?
Da:I see a very unpleasant sight it is slovenly, unkempt, and
dirty. I hurt those people who cared for me. I see that life
style is bad; it creates pain and suffering for those around me.

D:You have died young. I want you to now move forward in
time into the life that you live right after that life. One two
– three forward in time into your next life. Let me know
when you are there and what is going on.
Da:It is another farm house similar to the last life but smaller.
We are very poor. I am about three and am outside of the
house playing in the dirt. It is hot and dry. I am waiting for
Dad to come back on his tractor.
D:Where is your mom?
Da:She is in the house cooking with my little sister. I see Dad
coming!  It is a very old run down tractor. He looks tired. I
run over to him. He grabs me and picks me up. I am happy.
We go into the house. Mom is there with my little sister. I am
very close to my mom. We all sit down and eat dinner it is
a very happy family.
D:Let’s move forward in time now to the next important
Da: I am in the fields helping dad. I am 10. Dad is drunk and
barely able to stand up. He has a flask that he is sipping out
of. He looks worn out like life is getting the best of him. I
look around and all I can see is corn fields flat for as far as
I can see. It is the end of the day and we are heading in. We
get to the house, Mom has dinner ready. Dad is staggering.
She is angry. The family is no longer happy. It is all about
Dad’s drinking. He is not getting much done in the fields
anymore. I am doing much of the work. We are dirt poor.
This is Kansas, near Wichita.
D:So let’s move forward in time again.

Da:I am sixteen. Dad is drunk all the time in the saloon in town.
I go get him when he is really drunk. I am in front of the
saloon now. I have my horse. I do not want to go in. He gets
very angry at me and sometimes hits me. He scares me when
he is drunk and now that is all of the time. It is dusk. Mom
asked me to come get him. This is a familiar scene. I hate it.
I hate him. I go into the saloon. He angrily tells me to leave.
I tell him he needs to come home. He pushes me down. I get
up and go out. He finally comes out. I feel so sorry for Mom.
D:Move forward in time to the next important event.
Da:I’m in town getting supplies. We have a rundown old car
now. I am heading home. I want to spend time with my
friends, but can’t. Mom and my sister need me to work the
fields. Dad can’t get much done cause he is drunk all of the
time. He is in the fields today. I’ll see what he got done. I
have met a girl in town that I want to date but have too little
time. I get home he is drunk and passed out in the field. I
just leave him there.
D:Okay so move forward in time.
Da:It is my wedding day. I’m twenty. It is the girl I wanted to
date. We are so happy. It is a big wedding in a big old barn.
Mom is helping serve the food and Dad is over at a table
drunk. He always embarrasses me. I can’t take my eyes off of
him I am afraid he will do something or say something
embarrassing. Mom looks good, and my sister is flirting with
some boys. I go over to Dad and take him outside to have a
cigarette. He sits down and passes out in the chair. I’m glad
he is out of the barn passed out now I can relax and enjoy

D:Do you drink?
Da:No, I have never had a drink or smoked cigarettes. I do not
want to be like my dad. My wife and I rent a place in town,
but I still go work the corn fields for Mom. Dad does about
nothing. My wife works at a shop in town. The town has
grown a lot since I was little. We have a little place, but we are
very happy.
D:Move forward again what happens next?
Da:I am in the field and it is the end of the day. I am looking for
Dad. I see the tractor. He has fallen off of it and is on the
ground. I am leaning over him. He is dead, there is a flask
lying next to him.
D:What do you do?
Da:I am getting the car I’ll take him to the morgue.
D:How does his death affect you?
Da:I am glad he is dead. Maybe Mom can be happy now.
D:Let’s move forward again.
Da:I have my own shop in town. I fix small things like clocks.
My wife and I are very happy. We bought a small yellow
house. We have a better car. We have two children; a very
happy family. I have stayed away from alcohol. I make good
money and support my mom. She is still in the same house
but I sold the fields to a neighboring farmer who now works
our old fields. She is happy plays with the grandkids. My
sister married a man in town and has moved to Wichita.
They are doing well.
D:So let’s go to the next important event in that life.
Da:Mom is sick and in the hospital in Wichita. My sister visits
her every day. Mom has some sickness that is lingering on.

My kids are grown and my shop is doing well. I’m in my for-
ties. The phone rings, I’m in my shop. It is my sister Mom
died. I feel empty heart-broken. I am walking home. Our
home is near the shop. I am leaning up against a building. I
want a drink.
D:Have you ever had a thought like that before?
Da:No!  I don’t even know where it came from. Why now?  I
start walking again. I feel so sad.
D:So let’s move forward in time again.
Da:I am old now about sixty. I am sitting in my chair at home.
It is in the evening. My wife is in the kitchen. I am sad all of
the time. I’m not doing well. I still love my wife. Next to my
chair is a table with a bottle of rum on it. I am in the habit of
drinking rum in a shot glass just sipping it of course. I want
to show myself that I can control it that I am not like my
dad. I am all about hard work and the Lord. I will control the
alcohol. It will never control me like it controlled my dad. I
am not working anymore. I am bored and do not know what
to do with my time.
D:How long has this rum habit been going on?
Da:Since mom died. I seemed to just lose my interest in life. My
reason to live sort of left me. I spent most of my life making sure
she was okay. My dad was such a loser. I also wanted to prove
to myself that I could control alcohol and not be like my dad.
D:How much are you drinking in the evenings?
Da:Too much. I am falling asleep in my chair from it. I am los-
ing a lot of time with my wife. I just don’t seem to care any-
more. I’m just not interested in doing any of the things I used
to love to do.

D:Is your health still good?
Da:Yes, there is nothing wrong with me.
D:Any chance the way you feel about life is due to the rum?
Da:Never thought about that possibility. I just don’t know what
to do with my time.
D:So let’s move forward in time to the next significant event.
Da:  I am in the hospital. I am tired. My wife has fallen asleep in
the chair in the corner of the room. I do not want to go. My
son comes in with his wife and four kids. My wife wakes up.
We all are talking about days gone by. They all seem to know
I am not going to last much longer. They don’t stay long, I
am very tired. My wife gives me a kiss and goes back to the
chair. I am very sleepy. I fall asleep and do not wake up.
When David came back from his past-life regression he realized
that addiction has been a struggle for him for a long time. He also
thought that his most recent past life watching his dad drink and then
becoming a “controlled” alcoholic as an older adult set him up for his
current life. He knew he had not conquered the addiction in the last
life. He reflected on the fact that he had been an addict in this life for
twenty-two years so far. “Enough!”  He made a heart-felt commitment
to never use again  anything mind altering. He was learning to like
himself, and this was new for him.
Time has passed and David is doing well with his resolve he
has not used any drugs or alcohol. He feels that he is finally being a
good role model for his children and his marriage is doing very well. He
feels he has gotten himself back.

Healing What Hurts:
The purpose of all therapy is to heal what hurts. Whether the
method is hands on, as in massage or pressure points; sensory through
scents, music, chanting, visual biofeedback, or motor skills; or purely
cognitive through talking, reading, listening; the goal is to ease the suf-
fering, eliminate the pain, and excise the fear that prevents the client
from living the rest of their life in fulfillment. At this point in time
addiction is one of the most common and destructive problems affect-
ing all of us. If regression therapy can help entrenched addicts recover,
if it can cure an addict who is in deep denial, then this process, what-
ever it may be, should be used in rehabilitation centers world wide. Is it
important to believe in reincarnation or past lives?  Or is it important
that your loved one heals from this debilitating condition?