This is an extract of a chapter in a book.
Courtesy : “Past Lives Future Lives” by “Dr Bruce Goldberg”
HUBERT IS A RATHER KINDLY, SIXTY-YEAR SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN FROM VIRGINIA. He called me in August of 1978 to request a past life regression. It seemed that he had been in Baltimore visiting his sister and had looked up hypnotists in the Yellow Pages. When he saw my name, he wrote it down but did not call me before he left town. Out of the twenty names listed under hypnotists he picked mine. Synchronicity was working again.
It was a very humid afternoon when he called me from Virginia and asked if I did past life regressions. Interestingly enough, I am the only hypnotherapist in Baltimore who does engage in past life regressions. Hubert told me that he would be back in Baltimore in October, and he set up an appointment. He wanted me to see me every day for a week before he left for Virginia. This is a most unusual request, but I honored it, and I’m glad that I did.
Hubert has recently heard of the concept of hypnotic regressions and was most eager to begin. One important note about Hubert’s background was that he was alone in this life. His wife had died about ten years earlier and his sister in Baltimore was one of his last living relatives. As a retired salesman, Hubert was very lonely.
We discussed hypnosis and past life regression at length during this initial session. During his second session, a simple age regression was performed. I was not only overly impressed with the results. During the third and fourth sessions, however, Hubert entered into deeper trance levels and revealed a past life in Egypt.
Dr. G.: What do you see now?
Hubert: I’m standing in front of the pyramid.
Dr G.: Is there anything else that you can see at this time ?
Hubert: I see the Sphinx in the distance.
Dr.G.: Which object do you feel closer to?
Hubert: The pyramid, definitely.
Dr.G.: How many pyramids do you see?
Hubert: Just the one.
Dr.G.: Can you describe the pyramid?
Hubert: It is only partially built.
Dr.G.: Can you see yourself if this scene ?
Hubert: Yes, I seem to be lifting a large stone.
Dr.G.: Are you alone?
Hubert: No. I am one of many workers involved in moving this rather large block of stone.
Dr.G. : Is there anyone directing you?
Hubert: No, not at this moment. We seem to know what we are doing.
Dr.G. : How are you moving these stones?
Hubert: We’re moving them the wrong way. We’re lifting them by brute strength. It is not being done scientifically. We are trying to get them into position to place ropes around them.
Hubert appeared to be very much bothered by the fact that there was little efficiency in the movement of these stone blocks. He felt he knew a better way but realized that nobody would listen to a mere worker.
Dr.G : How much of the pyramid is complete?
Hubert: About one-third, roughly.
Dr.G : Are you living with anyone at this time?
Hubert: Yes, I’m married to a beautiful but shy woman.
Dr.G. : Can you describe her to me?
Hubert: She’s dark-skinned and almost my age (eighteen years old). Her hair is long and black. We love each other very much.
Dr.G. : How tall is he?
Hubert: About five feet four inches. She is about two inches shorter than me.
Dr.G. : Do you have any children?
Hubert: No, it’s just us two.
Dr.G. : At the count of five I want you to move forward to a very important event in your life. One……..Two…….Three…..Four……..Five. What do you see now?
Hubert: I’m in our tent and I’m playing with our child. He is a great source of pleasure to us.
Dr. G. : Where are you living now?
Hubert: We are not far from the river. Our tent is small.
Dr. G. : What kind of work do you do now?
Hubert: I’m a stoneworker for the Great Pyramid.
Dr. G. : How old are you?
Dr. G. : What exactly does your position involve?
Hubert: I cut slots into the stones so that they will fit into the pyramid.
Dr. G. : Do you like your job?
Hubert: I’m very skillful at my work, but they won’t listen to my ideas about moving the stones.
Dr. G. : Who are they?
Hubert: The directors.
Dr. G. : Can you describe these directors?
Hubert: They are very tall, around seven or eight feet tall. They have large heads and long fingers.
These seem to be aliens directing the construction of the pyramids. When I asked Hubert how they moved about from place to place, he described no vehicle. It seems that they just appeared at various sites about the pyramid and directed crucial steps in its construction. They then disappeared.
Dr. G. : How do the directors communicate with you?
Hubert: They don’t talk at all. They seem to send out some sort of thought signal which compels me to obey them. I, I don’t feel that I can resist them at all.
Dr. G. : How much of the pyramid is built at this time?
Hubert: About two-thirds.
Dr. G. : I want you to move forwards by at lease ten years on the count of five. One…..Two…Three…Four…..Five. Can you tell me what you see now?
Hubert: I’m much older. My shoulders are rounded and most of my hair is gone.
Dr. G. : Are you still working on the pyramids?
Hubert: Yes, but not as much now. They (the directors) realize that I couldn’t work as hard as I did when I was younger, but they need my experience.
Dr. G. : Where are your children now?
Hubert: My daughter is at home and my older son works with a different crew on the pyramid.
Dr. G. : Where is your younger son?
Hubert: He is not with me. He left home and I feel lonely without him.
Dr. G. : Let’s go back to the directors. How do they help you build the pyramid?
Hubert: They provide us with instructions and special equipment?
Hubert: They have special ropes. I’ve never seen rope like it before. It is very strong and doesn’t seem to break. They also have a cranelike apparatus that runs on a battery of some sort.
Dr. G : How many directors are present at one time?
Hubert : Three.
Dr. G. : How much of the pyramid is built now?
Hubert : It’s almost complete. Thank God. I feel as if my very soul went into that pile of stone.
The Great Pyramid of Giza was built by the pharaoh called Khufu. There were three pyramids constructed between 2600 and 2500 B.C. The largest and oldest is called Giza. The ancient Greeks referred to Khufu by the name of Cheops. This pyramid is located in the desert along the Nile River, about ten miles south of Cairo in Egypt. The pyramid is about 481 feet high and its square base measures 755 feet on each side.
Inside the bottom of the pyramid are large rooms that were used as tombs for the royal family. These rooms contained gold, precious gems, beautifully carved furniture, and other valuable objects. The Egyptians believed that the dead could take earthly possessions to heaven with them.
It is rather hard to imagine that the ancient Egyptians (almost five thousand years ago) were able to build this monumental structure without the aid of modern cranes and engines that we use in building today. Historians believe that the Great Pyramid of Giza took about twenty years to build and that at least 100000 men labored to complete it. Most of these men were slaves who worked endlessly, hauling the large stones and somehow putting them in place.
Engineers have stated that in order for such a structure to remain standing after almost five thousand years, great accuracy must have been used in the placing of the stone blocks. An error in placement of about a quarter of an inch could have caused the complete collapse of this great pyramid in just a few hundred years. The average error on each side, however, is less than a ten-thousandth of an inch in squareness and in level.
Hubert was progressed another five years.
Dr. G. : What important event, if any, has occurred?
Hubert: My daughter got married. She moved out of our tent and I feel so alone now. The pyramid is completed and I have nothing to do.
Dr. G. : What happened to your two sons?
Hubert: The younger one never came back and my older son died in an accident while working on the pyramid. He was crushed – oh, dear Lord, it was pitiful – by a large stone.
Dr. G. : What do you look like now?
Hubert: I’m broken down old man. I have no hair. My wife is dead. Two of my children have gone. My daughter moved away. I don’t like being alone.
Dr. G. : What kind of food do you eat?
Hubert: It’s some sort of grain with water. Garlic is also part of my diet. Sometimes I eat fish.
Dr. G. : What do you drink?
Hubert: Water. Just water.
The remainder of Hubert’s life was uneventful. He described his existence as that of a welfare recipient. He received no money but food and clothes were given to him. He was moved into a small hut where he loved out the rest of his life by the Great Pyramid. The directors used him now and then to teach the young stoneworkers. Hubert enjoyed the company of these young workers. This part-time occupation kept him from feeling totally useless and alone.
The last step in this regression was to take Hubert to the superconscious mind level to find out how these people fit into his karmic cycle. We discovered that his wife in Egypt was his wife in this life. His daughter and younger son had no connection with him in this life. The older son, however, was a sales manager of his about twenty years ago.
It is interesting to note Hubert’s loneliness both in Egypt and in his present life. In his Egyptian life his wife died a few years he did, yet he felt alone and lonely much of his life. Hubert had a great deal of love for his children, but they never returned his affection.
There are many parallels between Hubert’s Egyptian life and present life. Today he is a very soft-spoken and shy man who wants so much to contribute, but nobody seems to listen. As a salesman his suggestions were often rejected by his younger sales manager (his older Egyptian son reincarnated). In the regression, he was afraid to mention his ideas about moving the stones for fear of punishment. Throughout his life, Hubert exhibited fear of authority figures. Initially, he was even afraid to call me for an appointment.
If there was one karmic lesson that Hubert learned from this life it was patience. He is by far one of the most patient people I have ever known. Loneliness was another experience that Hubert was to explore in both lives. He seemed to accept his present situation without bitterness or regret.
A few months after his last session, I received a letter from Hubert, telling me that he had become involved in a local charity. His life seemed to take on more meaning. Younger people he worked with as a volunteer showed him a lot of respect, and Hubert now felt wanted. He gave much of the credit to me and my work, but it was Hubert who helped himself. All I did was to provide some guidance.
————- Dr Bruce Goldberg