 During a recent vacation on the Greek island of Santorini, Doreen Virtue's husband Steven took her through a past-life regression:
As Steven counted me down into a hypnotic state, I held the intention of returning to Atlantis to recover information about physical healing. Intentions we hold at the outset of hypnosis are like a road map helping the unconscious choose among the millions of memories it stores. Because of my deep trust for Steven, I easily went into a heavy state of relaxation.
Memories of Atlantis
I saw my long, dark brown hair and my thin young arms and hands. I was one of several female attendants at the healing temple. All of us knew, with certainty, that perfect faith was the key to all healing.
We women sang prayerful chants to keep from being demoralized or distracted. And I began singing a foreign language in a sweet melodic voice that wasn't my own.
The healing temple had a clear, crystal pyramid in its centre, about two or three feet high, with a holographic image of a large, all-seeing blue eye projected in its centre. The eye and pyramid collected and magnified sunlight that streamed down through a round hole in the ceiling above the pyramid.
We workers poured olive oil on our hands and then held our hands to the light. This effectively cleared our hand chakras. Bread, water, olives, apples, and other fruit were on an altar near the pyramid, where they'd absorb the light. Consuming these items helped patients ingest light.
Crystal healing
Our patients climbed into a bed made of quartz crystal that was shaped in a concave, shallow U shape. Seven of us female workers would take turns holding a large crystal point above the patients' chakras. Each worker was responsible for sending the colour correlated with that chakra, so we'd concentrate upon that solo colour. When we were done saturating the patient with the chakra colour, the next worker would begin working on the chakra above it. We'd start at the root chakra and work upward. I was frequently assigned to work on the heart chakra, the throat chakra, and the third eye. My favourite was the heart chakra, because in addition to its main focal colour of green, I'd see so much pink intermingled and swirling among the green – like a beautiful rose with leaves.
A buzzing, whirling sound came out of the main crystal pyramid, like a generator sending sparks through the crystal points we held above the patients' chakras. I'm not quite sure how the sparks leapt to our crystals, but it was all orchestrated perfectly.
Our patients spend quite a bit of their time with us strolling through the gardens, napping in the sunshine on long chairs, breathing fresh air, and mostly getting away from the cares and concerns of the world. Our healing temple was a safe haven, one that all armies respected as a cocoon for the gods and goddesses. Its very location stood at the base of a mighty mountain that seemed like a guardian overseeing and protecting us. The mountain cast afternoon shadows upon the temple before we were prepared to accept the oncoming darkness.
Most of our healing work occurred during the daylight hours. It was only during the times of the full moon that we all descended into the darkness. On full-moon evenings, we female workers would stand in a circle mimicking the moon's roundness. We'd count our blessings silently, capture the moon's energy within our circle collectively, and afterward, say kind and supportive words to one another. I suppose you could call it our support group. It certainly recharged our batteries, and I always noticed that the days following full moons were our best days of all in terms of patient care. The crystals seemed alive and charged with full properties. I couldn't help but wonder if our recharged batteries did most of this extra-effective work.
We workers slept in a separate building slightly up the hill from the temple. We all shared one large room that had several beds and a common closet area. Since we all wore the same sheath garments, no one cared whose clothing belonged to whom. We operated in a cooperative manner most of the time, with only the occasional crankiness causing friction among us.
I loved going to the gardens with the patients, and I'd often volunteer for this task. I'd hold the hand of the patient, and we'd sit in silence, absorbing the bird songs, flower fragrances, and sunlight rays playing through the tree leaves.
Our patients progressed into wellness if they were motivated to become well again. Occasionally, a patient would relapse into dark despair, and it was always clear that the patients who expired were the ones who had given up on living. They were tired and wanted an excuse to go Home, to put it bluntly. But it was clear to me! I could always tell who was ‘giving up the ghost.’ Their grey complexions spoke of a lifeless attitude that soon resulted in a lifeless body. I always thought that it was the patients' right to decide if living was what they wanted, so I never tried to persuade anyone to live who was ready to leave.
I reluctantly left Atlantis as the night air chilled my body, drawing me out of my hypnotic trance. ‘Your face has changed,' Steven remarked as I stretched to stand up. Apparently I'd shape-shifted during the regression since I'd so deeply taken on my previous persona.
On the walk back to our villa, I felt like I was floating. As soon as we entered our room, I began writing down my recollections of the regression. Since Steven had interviewed me during the hypnotic session and I'd answered his questions, he clued me in on details that I didn't consciously remember.
The angels of Atlantis
That evening, Atlantis haunted my thoughts with recollections of the healing wisdom I'd possessed during that time. It was an everyday wisdom that most people of Atlantis – especially those of us who were healers – knew as facts of life. I remembered knowing the following:
The health of the human body reflects the human's outlook – which we call the soul or personality. The spirit is always bright, but the soul can get weighed down with cares and worries. It is then less able to reflect the Divine light, so it appears darkened, like a dusty lightbulb. Invoking the angels means calling upon the light. The angels’ light magnifies our own, which helps us get back on course, much like a driving instructor temporarily takes over the wheel until we can make our own steering corrections.
On Atlantis, the healing temples had crystal points that faced in the direction of the person receiving the healing. Various coloured crystals were used for each type of situation, and clear quartz crystal directed sunlight prisms for general healing. This same type of energy is encapsulated in Reiki healing today, which has rainbow-coloured energy associated with it. One can also think of sending or receiving a shower of a certain colour of light, which will generate the same effect.
Low energy and hopelessness can lead to illness and injury, and the cure is to cleanse the dark attitude and low energy with an infusion of cleansing light. Calling upon angels to enter your body and flush out low energy is akin to calling upon chimney sweeps to clean away ashes, or a plumber to flush away blocks. Focusing on love brings light into our consciousness. And when our consciousness is lit, our body follows suit.
The next day I still reeled from the past-life regression. Although I was no longer in a hypnotic trance, the memories continued to flood my mind. It was as if I'd opened the vaults of an ancient memory bank. The angels, particularly Archangel Michael, talked to me during my nap that day about recapturing the healing ideals of Atlantis. Of course! I realized, Michael was there during the time of Atlantis! Michael and the other angels of Atlantis talked to me emphatically about light and its role in mental and physical health. Their words made me focus more than normal upon light.
The healing power of natural light
I'd noticed that in areas of the world with a lot of strong sunlight, people dressed in bright colours. In colder climates (and also in the fall and winter), people usually dressed in dark, muted colours. When Steven and I vacationed in sunny locales, we tended to dress in brighter colours than when taking a holiday in the north. The implication was clear: sunshine sparked sunny dispositions and bright moods, which was reflected in the clothing we chose to wear.
I was concerned: Were we out of touch with natural light? My question triggered a memory of a time when all worship and spiritual ceremony was held outdoors. We would dance, sing, and pray while surrounded by greenery, fresh breezes, and all types of weather. We were oblivious to the rain or heat, since we accepted nature's changing temperaments as part of the holy design. When the ground was muddy, we'd go barefoot. And when the ground was teaming hot on summer days, we'd stand on newly cut greenery. There was never any thought about sheltering or shielding ourselves from the environment.
The introduction of formal religion changed all that. Our old ways were labelled ‘pagan’, and anything remotely resembling paganism was strictly forbidden. Campaigns were waged to convince people that paganism meant worshipping the devil in order to discourage its practice. Worship became formalized and fear and guilt-based, and was moved into cold, damp buildings with small windows that blocked out most light.
That night, Steven and I joined hundreds of Santorini residents and visitors outside as we all enjoyed the sunset. This nightly ritual was a testament to the Greeks’ appreciation of the splendorous colours washing across the sky. The sunsets on Santorini had to be among the most colourful in the world.
As we watched the sun dip into the ocean's horizon, and the clouds burst into fiery oranges, pinks and reds, the angels told me: ‘Colourful sunsets evoke feelings of beauty. The colours in the sunset, especially orange, correlate with the second sacral chakra, and they set the body into motion for a good night's sleep. Watching sunsets is vital, because the colours clear out the day's residue in the second sacral chakra so that the body can sleep soundly.’
That makes so much sense! I thought. When we humans stay indoors and miss the sunset, our chakras remain clogged with the day's accumulated energy. Using artificial lighting, we attempt to keep the daylight hours going well past the sunset hour. Insomnia can result from missing sunsets, leading us to turn to other sleep aids, such as medications or alcohol.
The angels told me that the invention of the lightbulb marked the onset of new diseases in the human race. Artificial lighting spurred us to extend our waking hours, as we tried to create an endless period of daylight. Lightbulbs allowed us to bypass our natural circadian rhythms of waking and sleeping with the sunrise and sunset.
The problem of staying indoors under artificial lighting was also compounded by sun and moonlight being filtered through glass windows. The angels said, ‘Being outside beneath the rays of the sun, stars, and moonlight is infinitely different from staring at them through a filtered lens. Your mind and body absorb the light's pure essence and full spectrum only when you experience them directly.’
We're spirits incarnated upon a beautiful planet that has physically based light sources – the sun, moon, and stars – that are designed to support and heal us. Light is a tool available to everyone, free of charge. When this is coupled with love, the possibilities are unlimited.
From Angel Medicine, copyright 2004 by Doreen Virtue, published by Hay House.
|
Inspirational features 
