Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Once we get Breena settled on the couch, Xander lowers all the blinds in the room to make it dim and relaxing.
He sits next to Breena in a chair by the couch, and the rest of us all take a seat, mindful to be quiet so we don’t interfere in any way.
“Okay, Breena, this is going to be fairly simple. It’s not hypnosis as much as it is guided remembrance. I’m going to lead you through a meditation exercise and help you fully relax, and then we’ll start the regression. How does that sound?”
“Really nice, actually. I could use some relaxation.”
“Perfect.” Xander smiles kindly at her and leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “Go ahead and close your pretty eyes. Take a deep breath, inhaling with my count of four. One, two, three, four. Good. Now exhale, also to a count of four.”
He takes her through the breathing exercises and then begins the actual meditation.
“You’re in a garden that I like to keep in my mind,” Xander begins. “I’d like to share it with you today. There are many trees and plenty of shade, with places to sit and listen to the birds. I have friends here. Sometimes, a deer might walk through, or maybe a friendly dog. You’re not too hot nor too cold, and you feel calm and happy to be here.”
Breena takes another deep breath as if she’s settling into being in the garden.
“Now, we’re going to walk down a path. It’s a pleasant day, and you’re not afraid. The path winds through some trees and leads you to a small creek that rolls gently by. The water is warm, and you decide to lie in it so it washes over you from the head down. You’re floating in that wonderful creek, and you can see that when you lift your hand out of it, it’s not wet. If you were to stand and get out, you would be as dry as you were before you lay down.”
Breena’s breathing has evened out, and I can see she’s completely relaxed while listing to the deep timbre of Xander’s voice.
“I’m going to walk you back in time as you let that water move over you. It’s washing away all the junk you’ve carried with you. All the stress and worry, and any fear or sadness. It’s washing down the creek, leaving you worry-free. I want you to think back to when you were a child playing with Lorelei and Lucy in your mother’s backyard. Making your special quilt.”
My eyes narrow. I don’t remember telling him about the quilt.
“Now, we’re going back further. As far as you want to go. I want you to invite your guides, your ancestors, and your higher self to walk with you now. To protect you and guide you back from this lifetime to others. You’re safe, you’re loved, and you’re protected as we go on this journey. You’re going to step out of that creek now, fully dry and free of any of the worry you’ve carried with you in this life, and together with your guides, you’re going to get back on the path and walk back in time as we know it.”
I can’t help but press my lips together. I knew Xander was gifted, but watching him do this is amazing. So soothing and loving.
“Have you been walking?” he asks Breena.
Her eyes are moving back and forth behind her eyelids, and she parts her lips to respond.
“Yes,” she says. Her voice is soft and dreamy.
“What do you see?”
“I’m a man.”
“Can you tell when this is?”
She pauses, her brows furrowing into a frown. “There are really old cars on the road. Cobblestones. I see ships in the harbor. It looks like Salem. I need to get home to my children.”
“Good. Excellent. Now, I want you to ask your guides to take you farther down the path. Keep going back.”
He walks her through two more lifetimes. In one, she’s a child who seems to be dying from tuberculosis. In the other, she’s a widowed mother who makes ends meet by sewing.
“Okay, let’s keep walking farther,” Xander urges. “There’s no rush.”
Behind the blinds, I can see that the sun has set. They’ve been working for more than two hours. Several times, one of us has gotten up to go to the restroom or fetch water for everyone, but no one wants to leave for long because it’s too fascinating.
“I’m a woman,” Breena says. “I’m definitely a witch. Powerful. I’m married, and some of my children have died.”
Jonas sits up, clearly knowing what Breena’s talking about.
“Oh, it’s horrible. So much fear. I don’t understand why innocent people are being captured and killed. The people they’re killing aren’t even witches. But some of them are my friends. Giles Corey was my friend. And, yes, he was a witch, but he was harmless.”