Here drawing from personal experience, I can say that‘ Progressions’ are more a‘ Will’ of the‘ Universe’ and‘ Grace’ of Masters, than a personal choice of either the client or the therapist. Though same can be said of‘ Regressions; too, where a client goes to a past-life only and only when there is an issue to be resolved, or a learning to be gained.
One just can ' t simply go to a past-life just for a trip, as if on a‘ Past-Life Tourism’!!!‘ Progressions’ mostly are to give guidance and awareness to an individual as help to make better choices and make amends if needed in the present moment, something like a‘ Course-Correction’ of a Space Ship, to reach a desired destination, or to avoid an impending doom. Though there are cases where it simply happens to give a loving guidance and reassurance about the destinations waiting us based on path chosen by us in the present moment. As if helping one see and experience the Garden that will bloom one day, based upon the seeds we have sown today.
Years ago my best friend and loving companion, came seeking guidance regarding her young daughter, who had just started her schooling. As a mother she was very anxious and worried about her child’ s adjustment and integration with her school, teachers, playmates, and peers. Her little gal was an extremely sensitive, intuitive, intelligent, loving child, who loved everything around. So attuned the little gal was to nature that she could feel the pain and joys of plants and animals around.
Each time she saw a tree being cut she would be extremely sad and even cry. She could feel and understand the animals and insects. Butterflies will come and sit on her hands and she could talk to the little beetles whole day long! Stars and skies were her magical world and she would tell tales of going there and how amazing it would be to take her parents along to show them around. She knew and told about things, which she had never read or been formally taught. Music was her soul-food and she would sing to herself, the trees, butterflies, stars, and a multitude of friends who her parents could never see or know.
As a mother, what bothered her most was the odd and at times even rude treatment of her sensitive child, by her playmates, classmates, and even teachers and so-called rational adults! Remarks and ridicule that came her way made the little daughter of hers so confused, sad, and even withdrawn from people and kids around, and all the little child would do is come back to the safe comfort of her mother’ s lap and innocently ask with teary eyes. Mama, why do they all talk like this?
Why do they don’ t believe me? Why do they make fun of me? Why are they so bad to plants and animals? Why do they talk like that to me even when I don’ t do anything bad to them? Her innocent questions left her parents both concerned as well as anxious, because they could see that the little bubbly child was slowly withdrawing into a shell of her own, and getting apprehensive