Brian Weiss, MD by Brian Weiss

Author:Brian Weiss
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

For we have come by different ways to this place. I have no feeling that we met before. No deja vu. I don't think it was you in lavender by the sea as I rode by in a.d. 1206 or beside me in the border wars. Or there in the Gallatins, a hundred years ago, lying with me in the silver-green grass above some mountain town. I can tell by the natural ease with which you wear fine clothes and the way your mouth moves when you speak to waiters in good restaurants. You have come the way of castles and cathedrals, of elegance and empire.

Robert James Waller

By the time I had finished counting backward from ten to one, Elizabeth was already in a deep hypnotic trance. Her eyes were fluttering under their lids. Her body was limp, and her breathing had slowed into a very relaxed rhythm. Her mind was now ready for time travel.

I took her back slowly, this time using a peaceful mountain stream as a gateway to the distant past. She walked across the stream into a beautiful light. Walking through the light, she emerged in another time and another place, in an ancient lifetime.

"I'm wearing thin sandals," she observed, after I had instructed her to look at her feet. "There's a binding just above the ankles. I have a long white dress of different lengths. Over it is a veil-like covering down to my ankles. The sleeves are very wide and end at my elbows. I'm wearing golden bracelets at three different levels of my arms." She was observing herself vividly and with great detail.

"My hair is dark brown and long, below my shoulders. . . . My eyes are brown, too. . . . My skin is light brown."

"You are a girl," I assumed.

"Yes," she patiently answered.

"About how old are you?"

"About fourteen."

"What do you do? Where do you live?" I fired at her, asking two questions before she had a chance to answer.

"On the temple grounds," she responded. "I'm training to be a healer and to help the priests."

"Do you know the name of this land?" I asked.

"It is Egypt ... a long time ago."

"Do you know the year?"

"No," she replied. "I don't see that . . . but it is very long ago . . . very old."

I returned to her memories and experiences of that ancient time.

"How did you happen to receive this training, to be a healer and to work with the priests?"

"I was selected by the priests, just as the others were. We are all chosen, according to our talents and abilities. . . . The priests know this from the time we are very young."

I wanted to know more about this selection process.

"How do the priests know about your talents? Do they observe you in school or with your parents?"

"Oh, no," she corrected me. "They know intuitively. They are very wise. They know who has the ability in numbers and should be an engineer or a counter or a treasurer.

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