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My journey to becoming a past life regression therapist - Part 2 (The Workshop Begins)

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This post covers the preparation for the PLRT workshop and the initial days of the workshop. In March 2018, I confirmed my participation in a five-day Past Life Regression Therapy (PLRT) workshop scheduled to begin on August 15. At the time, I was serving my notice period at Unilever. My role involved managing senior stakeholders across Asia and Africa, as well as leading a team of 55 employees. I was responsible for ensuring a smooth handover to my successor. My notice period was extended from three to four months while the organization searched for a suitable replacement. During this time, many colleagues reached out to ask about my future plans. I was excited to share details of my new consulting venture and even more enthusiastic about the upcoming PLRT workshop. In June, Venu, our teacher and workshop trainer, began communicating with participants via email. He began assigning us preparatory tasks, which included reading books on past lives, primarily those written by Dr. Bri...

My journey to becoming a past life regression therapist - Part 1

This post is about the key events that led me towards the concept of past life regression therapy (edited on 24-Aug-2025) I was born into a Hindu middle-class family, and my early years as a child were spent in my paternal grandparents’ house in Shivajinagar, Bangalore (now Bengaluru).  A bustling joint family that included my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins.  Just half a mile away lived my grandfather's elder brother and his wife, who had no children of their own.  My father would often visit him and, on occasion, would take me along. From my earliest memories, at the tender age of three, I was introduced to the profound concepts of life and death.  One day, my father came home and I heard a hushed, serious conversation among the family.  Unable to understand what was happening, I watched as everyone left the house.  My father then took me to his uncle’s place, where I saw his uncle lying peacefully, his body adorned with garlands ...