How I remember the first time I met Meera ( name changed ). She was with me past few minutes , sitting along on the resting bench, in the beautiful club side garden of our Estate Society, lost in her own thoughts, hands gently clasped together, eyes carrying both wisdom and a quiet sadness that words could not easily express.
Her voice, when she first spoke, was soft like someone who had lived with silence for too long.
Ma’am, as though she already knew me,
( for me she was a stranger)
मेरे अंदर कुछ है… कोई पुराना बोझ… जो मुझे जीने नहीं देता। मैंने बहुत सालों तक इसे अनदेखा किया है, पर अब ये मेरे सपनों में, मेरी साँसों में भी उतर आया है।
For a moment I thought she was on phone, but soon I realised she knew me by my profession as a clinical Psychotherapist…
I promptly replied …“Meera ji, sometimes the soul carries memories older than this lifetime.
Do you feel it is something beyond just your present experiences?
She looked into my eyes, searching, almost as if she wanted permission to believe what she already knew.
“हाँ… she said, कई बार लगता है कि मैंने ये दर्द पहले भी जिया है. ये नया नहीं है… पर ये कहाँ से आया है, ये मैं नहीं समझ पा रही.”
I nodded with warmth and said that’s exactly where Past Life Regression can help. As a therapist I will allow your subconscious, your soul memory, to show you the roots of this heaviness.
Would you like to explore that journey, with me by your side, guiding you safely?
There was a long…a very long silence. She closed her eyes, as if asking her own heart. Then she smiled faintly.
शायद हां , अब … मैं तैयार हूँ…
I placed my hand softly over hers and said, **"**You won’t be alone, Meera ji. Every step, every memory you will be supported. I will only go as deep as you are ready for, and when it feels complete, I will gently bring you back to the present with healing and integration.”
Her eyes welled up with tears, not of fear, but of relief. For she felt someone could walk with her into the unknown silence she had carried for lifetimes.
And that is how Meera agreed to begin her PLR journey with me…a journey of remembering, releasing, and finally coming home to herself.
Meera’s journey is a tapestry woven of longing, silence, and a deep, courageous heart, one that has carried unspoken stories across lifetimes…
Beneath her gentle composure flows an ache as ancient as the forts and temples in her dreams, a yearning to reclaim her lost voice, and to awaken the healing that has always been her soul’s purpose. As she steps forward, ready to embrace regression and healing, there is a quiet sense that every loss, every moment of invisibility, is about to find its sacred meaning.
Session 1
Client assessment
Client Name: Meera ( name changed )
Age: 56 years
VAK 4/3/7
Eye Roll 3/5
Pain level
10(before)… After 00
Hypnositability 9/10
Contract and Oath of Confidentiality was signed
History
Born in 1969, Agra, UP, in a conservative Kayasth family, Meera was the second of three children. A sensitive, imaginative and introverted child, she preferred solitude over play. Instead of running outdoors, she immersed herself in stories, drawings, and role-play as a teacher with her dolls. She had a deep emotional bond with her grandmother, who frequently spoke about dharma and destiny. These early spiritual impressions, though subtle at the time, left lasting imprints.
In school, she was academically bright, excelling in reading and writing, but hesitant to speak in class. Fear of criticism shaped her tendency toward silence. By adolescence, she began experiencing recurring dreams of forts, temples, battlefields, and caves. At 16, these dreams became persistent, though she never confided in anyone.
Meera pursued graduation followed by B.Ed., and chose teaching as her profession, a path considered safe and respectable within her family. At age 24, she married a practical and disciplined man, emotionally steady but distant in his expressions.
Motherhood brought her joy at 28 with the birth of a daughter. However, her second pregnancy ended in miscarriage. This event left her with deep but unspoken grief, which she masked through responsibilities at home and dedication to her teaching profession.
Meera became a respected teacher, admired for her kindness and discipline. She was especially beloved by her girl students, who often saw her as a nurturing figure. Outwardly, she presented as composed and dependable. Inwardly, however, silence and suppressed emotions accumulated. She avoided conflicts and rarely expressed her personal needs, resulting in a sense of invisibility within her own home.
After her daughter moved abroad for studies, Meera reported a deepening sense of emptiness. She began experiencing mild hypertension and chronic chest tightness. Multiple medical consultations found no major physiological cause.
Emotionally, she described herself as drawn toward spirituality, bhajans, meditation, and journaling. She often felt grief without an identifiable source. She started documenting her recurring dreams…like loss of loved ones…forts, temples, caves…chanting, battles and running…and a persistent sense of losing her voice
She noticed her body reacting to these dreams, waking with chest heaviness, palpitations, or tears.
Now at 56, with her daughter settled abroad, Meera is seeking therapy for unresolved grief, inner silence, and recurring dreams. She articulates a sense that these patterns are not just of this lifetime, but “echoes” of something deeper…may be-
- A lifelong habit of suppressing emotions…
- Feeling unseen in close relationships…
- A repetitive sense of incompletion and loss…
- An unfulfilled longing for expression and release…
Her primary motivation for seeking PLR is to explore the root of her recurring dreams, unresolved grief and the silences she has carried through life.
My Observations as a therapist -
Meera presents with gentle composure, yet beneath her calm surface is a weight of unexpressed emotion. Her narrative is laced with words like “loss,” “silence,” and “invisible.” She demonstrates high receptivity to inner work and spirituality, making her an ideal candidate for regression therapy.
Her case reflects themes of karmic residue: suppressed voice, unresolved grief and patterns of loss that may extend beyond her present life. PLR may help uncover their origins, release emotional imprints, and integrate healing across lifetimes.
My Therapeutic Goal is to
- Explore the origin of her recurring dreams and emotional heaviness through PLR.
- Identify and release karmic patterns of silence, suppression, and loss.
- Help her reclaim her voice literally and symbolically allowing expression, self-acknowledgment, and integration.
- Support her in transforming unexpressed grief into acceptance, wisdom, and inner peace.
Theme - Silence and expression
Session 2 :
We began the session with a prayer to seek the blessings from Divine
हे मेरे गुरुवर,
आपकी कृपा और मार्गदर्शन में यह सत्र आरंभ करती हूँ। सच्चे हृदय और पूर्ण श्रद्धा से यही कामना है
जो जानना आवश्यक है, वही प्रकट हो,
जो छोड़ना आवश्यक है, वह प्रेमपूर्वक विलीन हो जाए।
माँ, कृपा करें कि आत्मा के द्वार साक्षी बनकर खुलें
और healing की ऊर्जा gently प्रवाहित हो।
ॐ शांति: शांति: शांति: ॥
After, Dave Elman - Progressive relaxation - Ball of light - staircase - Garden - inner child healing - integration and closure.
Session 3
T: Take deep breaths…inhale slowly and exhale very slowly thru your mouth…
(Silence for 4-5min as meera continues to breathe deeply…)
Allow yourself Meera to float gently…down the memory lane.… beyond the present… beyond the pain…
You’re safe Meera n deeply supported. Let yourself drift… drift back in time… and with a count from 5 to 1 you may drift back in time …back to the origin of the recurring dreams…
5…4…3…2…and 1
Where are you now?
C: … stone…I see a big stone…it’s cold,… there is complete silence… I hear water… there’s a pool inside a courtyard… It looks like a fort. There is… something royal.… I’m wearing bangles… heavy ones… ये बजती हैं… खनकती हैं… I feel important, but very lonely…
T: Look down at your feet. …
What do you wear?..or
What do you see?
C: नंगे पैर हूं … सोने की… पायल पहनी है.… a red silk dress… heavily embroidered.
T- what is your name? …
C- कर्मावती… I am a princess …
T: where is this place?..is it India or…??
C: pause…
हाड़ौत …बूंदी…my father राव बांदुजी rules this place.
T: Which year does it feel like?
C: uhh ( eye movement …trying to focus)
.… maybe 1482…
I feel like a prisoner…I am not allowed to speak my heart…threat is always there.
T- …Threat…? Threat from?..
C- …from Mughals…
T: oh…
What pain are you holding in your heart ?
C (voice trembling):
I am in love…Veer…he is a poet… a warrior …he is not royal.
We met by the lotus pond near the temple. He sing for me, love and dharma, but my marriage is fixed with a Rajput prince from Udaipur for political ties.
(Silence…)…
I never saw Veer again. He was… banished. I watched him ride away. This image doesn’t leave me.
T: Did your life move forward after that?
C: …yes. I was married off to राणाजी… But I am… empty. My heart never forget Veer… he died in a battle fighting the Mughals. I cried alone. Nobody knew why ??..
T: oh…
now with a count from 3 to 1 you will drift ahead in this life to a significant moment where something important happens. Allow your inner wisdom to take you there…
3…2…and 1…
C: (silence…breath deepens )
बारिश हो रही है…मैं मंदिर के प्रांगण में खड़ी हूं…गीली मिट्टी और अगरबत्ती की खुशबू आ रही है… देवीजी का मंदिर है… दीया जलाया है…मैं यहां अक्सर आती हूं ।
T: Hmmm…
कर्मावती आप यहां आज क्यों आए हो?
C: ( smilingly ) …
for peace… solitude. The only place I can cry without hiding. My son… he is not well. He’s very small…… barely 7. No वैद्य can cure him. I pray to देवीजी every day, offer milk, flowers, even gold… पर उसका ताप कम नहीं होता…
T: How does this moment shape you?
**C:…**that … even with all my power, all my titles, I am helpless… अपनी ही आँखों के सामने अपने बेटे को धीरे-धीरे दूर जाते हुए देख रही हूं पर कुछ कर नहीं पा रही हूं… बस देख रही हूं… चुपचाप…
पहली बार है जब मैंने खुद को पूरी तरह देवीजी के सामने surrender किया है… एक रानी की तरह नहीं… एक माँ की तरह
T: hmm…Now with a count from 3 to 1 you may if you feel, drift to another turning point in this life… a moment that deeply influenced your soul’s journey.
3…2…and 1…
C: मैं किले की मुंडेर पर खड़ी हूँ…लोगों से बात कर रही हूँ।
T: क्या हो रहा है यहां पर ??
C: किला चारों तरफ से घिर चुका है… राजा साहब मेवाड़ गए हैं… दुश्मन बहुत करीब है… पर हिम्मत नहीं हारी…
…बच्चों और औरतों को भीतर भिजवा दिया है… मेरे हाथ में तलवार है… ये मेरी धरती है और इसे बचाना मेरा धर्म …
T: आपको कैसा feel हो रहा है ?
C: …कि मैं वीर के प्यार के काबिल हूँ…मुझे उसकी वीरता भरे गीत …मैं उसके लिखे गीत बोल रही हूँ… वही lines… सब सुन रहे हैं।
T: And what did you learn from this moment?
C: …that I am more than my pain… I am strength … I can lead, protect and inspire… even when my heart is shattered.
T: great…
now, with a count from 3 to 1 allow yourself to gently move to the final day of this life. Let your soul guide you.
3…2…and 1…
What do you see?
C: (long pause…)
I’m old … very old… white hair… my hands… they shake a little. I feel I am in my palace …it is very quiet here.
T: Is someone with you?
C: my granddaughter… little Rani…
(Smiles…)
She’s playing with bangles just like I used to.… she reminds me of myself before my marriage .
T: What are you feeling?
C: …(Silence…)
Peace. I have made peace with everything, I lost Veer, lost my child… I leave a legacy. People remember me as 'रानी कर्मावती the Wise’ … इसलिए नहीं कि मैंने क्या खोया, पर इसलिए कि मैंने कैसे सेवा की.
T: And now… what’s happening?
C: (softly)… I’m lying on a cot near the temple… I hear the bells…my breath is slowing… I see देवीजी again… she’s radiant. Behind her… I see…Veer…Veer is standing… Smiling at me… without sword… but a lotus in his hand.
T: Are you afraid?
C: No. I’m ready… I whisper to Rani… "always remember love, even if it breaks you… It will shape you.”
… I am feeling so light… like a flame… am floating upward.
T: …Let your soul gently rise… carrying all the wisdom, the love, the strength. You are safe, कर्मावती… The pain is done. You are free…
( Silence…)
T: if you may feel and is willing …with a count from 5 to 1 you may drift further… let this life dissolve gently…you may float through time… and let your soul take you to another life where a memory still holds you.
5…4…3…2…and 1
When you’re there, let me know.
C (after a long pause)
I see sand… horses…I am hearing the sound of war drums…
I feel I am a man… tall… a warrior
T: What is your name?
C: .… राम सिंह…. a राजपूत warrior… Fiercely loyal I…I serve ठाकुर सा.
T: ठाकुर सा…??
C: …महाराणा प्रताप
T: ( I am speechless for a moment…felt confused and jittery…words are stuck and didn’t know how to proceed…
Remembering my Creater, my Guru…shakingly I proceed further…)
Where are you?
C: …near Haldighati…
T: which year is this…if you may see…??
C: …uhh…15…1575…no…its 1576…not clear
(too tensed… )
ठाकुर सा trusts me…I’m one of his close men… हम पहाड़ों में practice करते हैं…live with pride… और सम्मान के साथ मरने को तैयार हैं… I am fierless… लेकिन भीतर कहीं बहुत भारी बोझ भी है… एक गहरा… सा बोझ…
T: और ये बोझ क्या है …??
किस चीज़ ने तुम्हें भीतर से इतना थका दिया है?..
C : … खून… इतना सारा खून… मुग़लों ने मेरे छोटे भाई का सिर काट दिया है …मैं कुछ कर नहीं सका… ये मेरे अंदर आग बनकर दौड़ता है… मेरे गुस्से की जड़ है… I kill with precision, but at night I weep… I love Tara…she is one among us…we are soulmates… she is caught… accused of betrayal. I know this is false. I fight to defend her…but उसे मार दिया…
( tears drooling…)
Silence for couple of minutes…
T: Do you feel you failed her?
C: Yes. I carry the shame in my soul…I still see her face in my dreams, her eyes… they haunt me. In the moment of her death, I screamed so hard…that my voice broke.
( swollen, dominant veins are visible on the neck and the face is tensed…)
T : ( gently).…
you’re doing so well…
Let the pain rise and release through your breath. Take deep breaths… you are not alone… you are safe… you are protected
( Silence…)
Allow yourself to drift again, if you may feel so… to another lifetime… that shaped this quiet ache in you…
3…2…1…
What do you see?
C 
whisper )
monastery… mountains… snow…
T: Let this memory deepen… allow the snow… the silence… to speak to you…
अब इस जीवन को और विस्तार से महसूस होने दो… कोई important moment…जो तुम्हें उस जीवन की गहराई तक ले जाए…
C : … I see a cave … deep in the mountains. I live here alone… हाँ… एक गुफ़ा है, पहाड़ों के बीच छिपी हुई… मैं वहाँ अकेली रहती हूँ.
T: what do you do here?
C: I am a monk…a Budhist monk…my hands are hard… I’m a monk, but… I …I am a woman… I became a monk to forget…that I am a woman
T: oh…is this the beginning of your monk life, or somewhere in the middle?
C: …middle… पहले मैं एक बौद्ध विहार में थी … Tibet में… एक बड़ी मठ, But I always wanted solitude… I believed silence is purity… मोक्ष का मार्ग
T: Do you recall what made you leave your old life?
C : (tears)…long silence
I am a royal… a princess…
There is love… a forbidden love… a woman. But when they found out… I was shamed…
my parents abandoned me.… I feel tainted, unworthy… और मैंने सोच लिया कि मुझे अब भगवान के अलावा किसी से प्रेम नहीं करना.
T: Hmm…So you left that life behind?
C: Yes… I shaved my head, burnt all my belongings… I walked for days in the snow. I remember falling unconscious once… monks carried me…
T: where did they carry you?
C: to this den…they gave me this name Yeshe.
T: Yeshe ?..what does that mean?
C: wisdom…it mean wisdom…
Yeshe… I fled a life of luxury to follow the inner calling. I chant here… I heal others. I do not allow myself to feel joy… I thought I had to give it up to be close to the Divine.
I decided never to be happy again…never…
T: why?
C: …because I think I don’t deserve it.
T: hmm…take me…if you may… to another significant moment that defined your path as a monk.
C: ( silence…)
A woman has brought her sick child. I hold the child… chanted… remember a golden light… and then the child recovered… People now call me a healer…
I never accepted their thanks… मैं बस एक medium हूँ… ये मेरी पहचान नहीं है.
T: And how did that feel?
C : (choking)
Empty… Sacred… but hollow… जैसे कोई दीपक तो जल रहा है, पर उसके पास कोई घर नहीं है
T: Do you still feel that vow?
C: Yes… even now, in this life. I deny myself happiness. relationships. comfort. I feel I must pay penance for something. But I don’t know what…
T: hmmm…now, with a count from 5 to 1
drift in the last day of this life…
5…4…3…2…and 1
you are in the last day of your life…
आपको क्या दिखाई दे रहा है ?
C: I am …very old… n frail. It’s snowing outside… I am sitting inside my cave wrapped in cloth…a small butter lamp is burning…
I am not afraid… there’s a deep ache…body का नही, but the soul…
I lived with discipline, but never truly loved myself… मैंने ईश्वर को पाया… पर खुद को खो दिया
T: hmmm…
n what are your last thoughts ?
C: …I’m ready, I see light… so much light and warmth. …my breath is fading out, and I am rising…
T : Now… as your soul lifts…
(Pause…)
Where are you?
C: I see golden light all around… it’s like floating…I am deeply relaxed… I am not alone. एक ऊर्जा है… बहुत शांति वाली…
T: What does this presence say?
C: …that I carried wisdom, but denied myself love…they say now is the time to heal…
…Yeshe, you must learn to balance… balance where Divinity meets Humanity.
T: hmm…
now with a count from 5 to 1 you may if you wish…go back in time …may be in another lifetime… one that connects this vow to your present life?
C : … हां… मुझे जानना है
T: You’re doing beautifully…
now let the light guide you back in time to another lifetime… that holds a piece of the sorrow you carry. A life that’s ready to be seen and healed.
5…4…3…2…and 1…
What do you feel?
C :… शाम का वक्त है… अगरबत्ती की खुशबू… rising from हवनकुंड…trees… thick, wild… जंगल… I’m barefeet…my skin is dark… I am wearing rudraksha and tiger skin.
T: Where are you?
C: …looks a forest area… MP शायद…India… very old… I hear the river nearby…Narmada…yes… Narmada river.
T: what time period is it?
C: uhh… time feels… ancient. Vedic…not sure…but ya…ancient vedic
T: hmm…
What is your name?
C: …silence
T: you remember your name…
Tell me your name…
C: …Matangi…
T: what do you do Matangi ?
C : I’m a healer. आदिवासी …I am a Seer. People come to me for herbs, blessings, and visions. I chant mantras taught by the Rishis…am deeply connected to the Devi.
I work with birth and death… deliver babies…but I’m fearful too… they call me ‘काली देवी… some say I curse.
( Visible stress on face)
T: breathe deeply Matangi…n exhale slowly…you may repeat couple of times more…you are absolutely safe and protected…
( Silence…for couple of minutes…)
Now tell me why do they fear you?
C: …because I know what they hide. I see into their pain.
…सभापति के बेटे को नहीं बचा पाई…it was a snakebite…He died in my arms. They exiled me. That betrayal… it broke something in me. I live alone… refuse to heal again.
I closed my powers…never spoke again till my death.
T: This silence… does it echo in this life too?
C : ( tears drooling down…)
(Silence …)
Does this silence echo in this life too??
C : …Yes. I have always felt a pull to the wild, to herbs, to healing… but I stop myself. I fear being misunderstood, judged. I have silenced my intuition… my voice.
T: hmm…
Now with a count from 3 to 1 allow this life to fade…
Breathe deeply. You’re safe. Allow if you may…your soul to show you another thread…may be a more recent life. .
3…2…and 1…
What do you see?
C: ( Eyes moving rapidly…visibly stressed)
…Smoke… steam… train…
looks like British India.
T: oh… look around… carefully…what time period…or year is this?..
C: …1904…
T : Look at yourself …what are you wearing?
C : … a cotton saree. Simple.…
T: what is your name ?
C: Savitri. We live near Jhansi.
T: What is your role in this life?
C: I’m a schoolteacher. I teach girls… Hindi, math, and the basics. But my husband… doesn’t approve. He’s stern. A freedom fighter, actually. Brave. But angry.
T: How do you feel in this life?
C: Torn. I love my students. I want to light their minds. But I lose a child… my only daughter. She dies of cholera. She was just 7yrs. My husband… blames me. Says I was too focused on “other people’s daughters”. I… broke after that. I stopped teaching. Stopped smiling. That grief… it’s still in my chest. Even now. Like I failed her.
T: What was her name?
C (choking): Anandi. She had soft eyes… she used to say,
“Maa, I’ll be a teacher like you.”
I can still hear her laughter. And I never held another child after that.
T (softly): You’ve carried her memory beautifully.
( Gap…)
If you are willing we may drift away from all lifetimes… into the space between lives.
With a count from 5 to 1 you may
float into timeless… allow yourself to rise…
What do you feel?
C : ( smile)
there is so much peace…feeling sooo light… I’m floating. I see stars… but they’re not stars…they look like beings…souls. Each one is like a flame.
T: Beautiful.
Let yourself drift toward your soul group… your guides…
who’s there?
C: There’s a hall… not built of stone. Made of energy. Light-blue, golden. I’m standing before a circle… five beings. They wear no face but feel familiar. So loving. The central one… He calls himself Rajan…I feel he is been with me in many lives. He guided me during the Matangi life.
T: What does Rajan say?
C (voice shifts, gentler):
“You have carried the ache of isolation across many lives… from palace walls to mountain caves, from the silence of exile to the pain of loss. But now… you are ready to return to your voice. To teach not just minds, but hearts.”
T: What does he mean?
C: He shows me… children in a circle. I’m telling them stories. Of queens, warriors, goddesses. But not from textbooks…from the soul. He is saying my pain gave me compassion. My silence gave me depth… And now let my words give healing.
T (softly):
Do you want to forgive yourself, Meera,
for the ones you lost, for the times you silenced your light?
C (with tears): Yes. I’m ready. I’m ready to stop running from who I’ve always been. The queen, the healer, the warrior, the mother. They were all… me. And I honor them now.
T: Take a moment… Feel Rajan and the guides surrounding you… Breathe in their love.
Let that energy anchor in your present life.
C (softly smiling):
I feel whole… for the first time in years… I feel whole.
T : Meera… your journey has been deep, your soul has spoken, and your wisdom has returned.
अब समय है… धीरे–धीरे, वापस आने का… into this room, into this body, into this present moment.
Take a gentle deep breath… feel the air filling your lungs… ये सांस आपकी ज़िन्दगी है, आपका वर्तमान है.
Notice the chair beneath you… the ground holding you…you are absolutely safe, absolutely protected.
and with every breath… you are returning… lighter, calmer, but fully present.
(Pause 30 sec…)
Now imagine a golden light around you… this light carries the blessings of Karmavati, Ram Singh, Yeshe, Matangi, and Savitri… but it also anchors you here, in this life as Meera.
When you are ready, मैं 1 से 5 तक गिनूंगी… with each number, you will return, alert and refreshed.
1 – Feel your feet… grounded, steady.
2 – Feel your hands… alive with energy.
3 – Take a deeper breath… lungs opening, chest free.
4 – Become aware of the room, my voice, your body.
5 – Slowly open your eyes… calm, centered, awakened.
Welcome back, Meera. आप अब पूरी तरह present में हैं…
with the wisdom of your soul, but the presence of your now.
After this deeeeeeep session I as a therapist offered her warm lemon water and asked her to drink this पानी को धीरे–धीरे …sip by sip…and allowed her to imagine it carrying the light of all the lifetimes into her present body…
This life… present life
For grounding I as a therapist suggested her to place both palms on the floor and touch the ground
Suggested her to close her eyes and
धरती माँ को धन्यवाद दें…as she has held you through every lifetime and she is holding you now…
Also say a silent thank you to all the soul-selves who visited you today. They now live within you. You are whole.
Since this was a very deeeeep and heavy session, post all I asked her to dip her fingertips for a few seconds into a small bowl of rock salt water, which I generally keep in the room, then wash hands as this symbolically releases heavy residues.
Session 4
Meera, having uncovered profound past life memories and soul truths in regression, I as a therapist, guided her gently into embodiment and healing integration.
(A week after the deep regression session, Meera looks softer, lighter, though her eyes still hold an ocean of unspoken stories…)
T: How have you been feeling since our last session, Meera?
C (takes a breath, smilingly…):
Lighter… but a little lost too. Still… lighter, as if something inside me finally exhaled after holding its breath for years. I’ve been dreaming again… but this time it’s different. Not pain…
I also see a woman standing under a banyan tree, telling stories to children.
T: That’s beautiful.
That woman is you, Meera … your soul remembering its purpose.
Did you feel any pull in daily life, toward reclaiming something?
C: Yes… my voice.
For years I only taught what was in the syllabus. But now… I want to teach through feeling. Through stories. I’ve started writing again , not academic papers, but poems, little stories. And in class, for the first time, I spoke about grief openly… about how silence is not always strength, sometimes it’s a wound.
T : That is the voice of the रानी … the one who could advise a court, yet still cry behind palace walls.
How does your body feel these days?
C (places hand on her heart…):
Like something has come home. The ache I carried for years… it’s still there, but softer. Even music sounds different now. I’ve been listening to Veena, to Shivranjani Ragas… sometimes I just cry, but not from sadness… from remembering.
T: Would you like to do a guided integration now?..
A chance to call your soul-selves …the Queen, the Warrior, the Healer, and the Mother and let them speak?
C (eyes lighting up, then closing, nodding):
Yes… I’d like that.
(I guide her inward. Her breath deepens,…slowly, one by one, her soul-archetypes appear around her.)
T: See them. Feel them. They are not just past lives, they are your inner archetypes. Listen…
T : Queen कर्मावती is here… she reminds you not to hide your wisdom, Meera. You ruled with courage once. Let that courage return. Your classroom is your court now, teach with dignity, without fear.
(Silence… her lips tremble, a tear slides down.)
T: राम सिंह, a Rajput, the warrior, stands by you. He is reminding you of your loyalty, your sacrifice…and now… you can protect yourself. Your soul no longer needs to bleed for love. Let boundaries be your new sword.
(Meera’s hand tightens on her lap, then relaxes again.)
(Pause…)
T: Matangi, the forest healer, whispering that herbs are your words, your touch is your truth. Come back to your body, eat with reverence, walk barefoot sometimes, and light the diya for your inner Devi.
(A faint smile spreads across her face.)
T: And Savitri…the British-era mother… she asks you to hold yourself the way you wished to hold your daughter. She is not gone…she waits to return in another form. Forgive yourself… she never blamed you.
C (tears flowing freely ):
(Silence…for a couple of minutes…)
They’re all here… within me. I understand that I don’t need to live through loss anymore. I can live through presence…Through story…Through song.
T: …And that is a blessing.
Tell me, Meera, what do you feel your soul wants to do in this life?
C ( in a radiant voice ):
To awaken women… especially the quiet ones. To remind them they have lived before, that they carry ancient light. To tell stories, soul to soul.
Maybe… even start a circle. A retreat. A temple of voice.
T : …I feel deeply moved Meera…
This is your integration not just remembering, but embodying. You are no longer haunted by your past. You are guided by it.
Would you like to offer something to your soul-selves before we end?
C (after a long silence):
Yes. I want to sing for them.
(She hums an old Rajasthani tune , half melody, half prayer. Her voice trembles, then steadies, filling the room with something older than memory. I sit in silence, eyes moist, simply holding the space.)
Her Words After the Session
(Later Meera shared an entry from her journal. I read it aloud, and it felt like part of our therapy itself…)
“To all the women I’ve been… and the men too… Thank you for living through the ache, so I could live through the healing. To the little girl I lost, I see you in every student who smiles back at me. To the Devi within me, who I buried under silence… I hear you again now. You never left. My name is Meera. I am 56. And I have just begun to live.”
(We both sit in silence, knowing the session is complete , not with words, but with presence.)