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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. It was the month of March 2018, when I had confirmed my participation for the Past Life Regression Therapy (PLRT) workshop to be held for 5 days, starting 15th August.  I was serving my notice period with Unilever.  My job involved, handling the stakeholders, who were senior leaders across the Asia and Africa region, in addition to managing a team of 55 employees. It was my responsibility to ensure that the handover to my successor was smooth.  The notice period got extended from 3 months to 4 months as the organisation was trying to find a suitable replacement to fit into my role.  It is during the notice period that lot of people in the organisation reached out to me for a chat enquiring about where I was heading.  I was excited to tell them about my new consulting venture and I was even more excited to tell them about the PLRT workshop that I was going to attend...

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 ...