The Regressive Hypnosis As A Hymn To The Self


Sometimes I get lost in memories of other dimensions. Memories which aren’t of this life, of course, but maybe — just maybe — we still face them in today’s reality.

A couple of years ago I tried the regressive hypnosis. A new kind of psychotherapeutic therapy, which I tried with a therapist and a psychiatrist. I was looking for myself so I got there and found it.

It is said you encounter past lives’ memories there. It is said this is just your imagination. But what really is imagination? What if it is a part of a bigger reality, a reality we have denied for all our life because of fear? Humanity can’t be lost forever. Did people drink from Lethe* too much?

Are we really so scared to see more than mass opinion allows us to see?

So as it is said, you encounter past lives’ memories there, and I did. I wasn’t the first to remember that there is so much more of The Self and I won’t be the last.

Yes. I found me. I found other people too. I saw that all this mess of feelings I had been feeling all of my life had good reasons to be there.

The melancholy. The unexplained nostalgia for unexplained places and momentums. What I called reality began to unfold like an old map you suddenly begin to understand.

The circle of life is endless. Many of us have walked on this Earth in other centuries. Époques!

We have known and seen much more than the short circuit of this life. Denying oneself means living in Lethe, in oblivion. Being unconscious or in the dark because the light of Truth isn’t accepted by the creatures of the darkness. I left the river of Oblivion when I began to see.

I have seen this Earth for centuries. I have walked in her, with her through the changing of the times. I have seen what is perceived as real and what it is real.

So it is. I have lived great loves through times which I dared to repeat again, and again. Losses, fights, even death, of course. But here I am again.

Here I am again, as an endless hymn of life and wild and truth!

Lethe*– was one of the five rivers of the underworld of Hades. Also known as the Ameles potamos (river of unmindfulness), the Lethe flowed around the cave of Hypnos and through the Underworld, where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness. Lethe was also the name of the Greek spirit of forgetfulness and oblivion, with whom the river was often identified.

Photo by Matheus Ferrero on Unsplash

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom.

Sip a little more:

Waking Wild — Songs Of The Daughters Of The Moon & Sun Shall Be Heard Again

The Angry Blood Of A Beast Runs Through My Veins & How It’s Guiding Me Home

You Can’t Defeat The Darkness Until You Have Become Her

"Wild is owning. Owning your truth, your life, your labels, your strength. Wild is fierce strength, animal strength, the kind of strength that tumbles down on Mount Olympus, the kind of strength it takes to get up each morning and face the day." —Courtney Quinlan #WAKINGWILD Read more: @kayharr73 @ladypantzz @tanyamarkul @thugunicorn


Ina Gjata


Ina Gjata is a Moon lover, not yet graduated journalist, painter, life lover. Passionate about the wild feminine and wild creatures. She doesn’t do well with system rules, regulations and lies. A born rebel being, she believes real truth is inside us all and that writing is a piece of the great truth, meant to be told, and manifested. Connect with her on Facebook.

  1. Wendy Adamson

    Loved reading this. Thank you.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This