Other Times, Other Me’s: Reincarnation - Fact or Fiction?

By Jacqueline Hacsi

When the craziness started, when I seemed to stop being
me and become someone else, I almost always tapped into
what seemed to be a past life at a dramatic, crisis moment.
I would immediately know what had led up to the crisis
and how it would be resolved. Almost all these past life
excursions revolved around sexual issues, some of them
revolting.

For over three years I would suddenly become another
“me” and then one morning I managed to slam the door
on further exploration and I was never swept out of myself
again. Did I “prove” reincarnation or simply prove I was
mentally unhinged?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781312892521

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Other Times, Other Me’s: Reincarnation - Fact or Fiction?

Other Times, Other Me’s

Reincarnation - Fact or Fiction?

By

J. H. Hacsi

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This is a true story. Names, physical

descriptions and occupations have

been changed to protect privacy.

Contents

Copyright

Contents

Introduction

1 - Hypnotic Regression

Sloshing Around in the Gray Matter of Mind

2 - Imagination at Play

Or Tapping Into Something More?

3 - Return of the Infidel

The Present Cracks open a Slit and the Past Slithers Through - Or Does It?

4 - A Dream of Death

Is Death Always a Dream or Is Life or Are Both of Them Dreams?

5 - The Gift

When a Dangerous Impulse Storms Through Your Mind,

Should You Act On It – Or Push It Away?

6 - Fury

How Many Centuries Can Jealousy Endure?

7 - Unnatural Love

How Unnatural is Unnatural Love?

8 - Loss

When It Hurts So Much, What’s the Best Way to Make the Hurt Go Away?

9 - Rape

To Be Vicious Not Through Anger But Through Weakness –

Can There Be Any Worse Crime?

10 - Resentments

How Could I Forgive Her If I Couldn’t Forgive Myself?

11 - Guilt

My Horrendous Guilt and Her Enduring Hatred

12 - Dreams

How Meaningful Are They?

13 - Prologue

Look Under a Rock and See Worms. Look Under a Friendship and See – What?

14 - Friendship

Is a Friend a Friend Forever – Or Only for This Life?

15 - Change

Or Spend Eternity In Hell

16 - Enough is Enough

Time to Quit Adventuring

17 - Summing Up

An Early Search for Answers

18 - Becoming a Eunuch

Something I have Not Yet Achieved

19 - Scratching the Itch Again

A Glimpse of Reality or Untamed Imagination?

20 - Carnal Love

Why do you turn your back on the exquisite blessings of Aphrodite?

Fear or Good Sense?

21 - I Return to the Bank

Do I Doom Myself To An Eternity in Hell?

22 - If It Won’t Matter In Ten Years…

A Recipe for Repression

23 - Now That It Is All Ancient History

I Begin To Make Sense of What Happened and Why

24 - The Conclusion I Have Reached

When All the Pieces Fell Into Place

25 - Christianity and Reincarnation

What Does the Bible Say?

26 - Reincarnation and Other World Religions

Mystics Through the Ages Report That Reincarnation Is a Fact.

Should We Take Their Word for It?

27 - Science and Reincarnation

Will Science Be Able to Prove Reincarnation?

28 - Abraham Lincoln and John Kennedy

Was John Kennedy a Reincarnation of Abraham Lincoln?

29 - Conclusion

A Lesson to Be Learned?

Introduction

Man has received direct from God only one instrument wherewith to know himself and to know his relation to the universe... he has no other... and that instrument is reason.

Leo Tolstoi

July 2014

Past life regression is currently much in fashion in some circles. If you go on the Internet you can reach web sites placed on the net by people who give past life readings. Or you can read descriptions of tapes that will guide you on how to regress yourself. Or you can learn about institutes that offer you the chance to enroll and become a certified hypnotherapist. One of the tools you will be taught to use is past life regression.

Out in the wide world, therapists who offer past life regressions are not hard to find. In the yellow pages of my telephone book, under Hypnotherapists, more than one therapist advertises that he or she offers past life regression therapy.

Half a century ago, in 1956, the book Search for Bridey Murphy by Morey Bernstein burst upon the American scene. For weeks it was number one on national best seller lists. In the book Bernstein relates a fascinating story of having hypnotized and regressed a woman he called Ruth Simmons. Under hypnosis, Ruth poured out details of a life she had lived in Ireland during the 19th Century as Bridey Murphy.

Despite efforts by reporters and other interested parties, no irrefutable evidence was ever uncovered that a woman named Bridey Murphy had indeed lived where and when Simmons had claimed she did. It was also reported that some of the facts that Simmons offered as to her 19th Century Irish life were not in accord with the historical record. Eventually it was even claimed, with little to no proof, that the book was an elaborate fraud perpetrated by Bernstein.

While the intense national interest in past life regression faded with the passage of time and these disappointing revelations, it never completely died away.

In 1973 I had a chance to witness this kind of regression first hand. It was during a weekend retreat of a Church of Religious Science I was attending. Everyone at the retreat who wanted to watch a regression was invited to do so. We sat around tables in the dining room while the first volunteer, a woman, settled into a recliner. The minister sat beside her on a straight-backed chair.

Soon the woman seemed to be under and the minister/hypnotist began suggesting she go backwards in time, backwards in time. Before long, in a soft, extremely hesitant voice, she was answering questions about a life she claimed to be living early in the 19th Century. When her hesitations lengthened into long silences and her voice dropped so low that few could hear her, the minister/hypnotist brought her back to the present and ended his session with her.

A second volunteer, also a woman, settled into the recliner. Almost before one could think, Will this regression thing work again?, the woman was pouring out, in a high, bright voice with no hesitation at all, repeatedly interrupting herself with giggles and laughs, a story about her life as a female highwayman in 17th Century England. It sounded as though she was excitedly relating some movie she had seen into which she was gleefully projecting herself. Many in the audience began to stir uncomfortably.

The minister had mentioned to us before starting the regressions that the one thing he needed to be careful not to do was touch the person being regressed. As the uneasiness of those of us watching grew to a level of acute discomfort, the minister accidentally touched the volunteer’s arm. Her recital ended at once. She shot up and began to cough and spit. The minister said Oh-oh, I knew better than that. Everyone, including the volunteer, laughed whole heartily. A more favorable outcome could hardly have been imagined as our laughter defused the growing tension.

Over a dozen years later, in 1987, I met a hypnotherapist who had gone through a training session to do past life regressions. He began using this therapeutic tool with great enthusiasm in his practice. One of his patients, a young man, had given him a complete history of the life he had lived as an American male earlier in the 20th Century. In this past life he had enlisted in the army at age eighteen and died of a shrapnel wound in the Philippines during World War II.

The therapist was so convinced - or so he said - that these past life memories were genuine that he had crisscrossed the country to verify every aspect of this remembered life. Every detail had checked out. The young solider had joined the army where and when the patient claimed, had undergone training at the right camp, had shipped out right on schedule and had died on the day the patient had said he had. The therapist had tapes of the sessions during which his patient had given all these details and absolute proof that the details were accurate. He hoped I would agree to write a book about the case, one that would prove, once and for all, that reincarnation was a fact and that we could, in this life, under hypnosis, recover memories of past lives.

I agreed to look the material over and consider writing the book.

Within a few days I knew that I had no interest in writing or publishing anything about the case. One huge problem was that the tapes were undated and there was no way to verify that they had been recorded prior to the therapist’s investigation of the life. There had also been no attempt to find out whether the young man who had offered up all this information had had ways to learn it other than by living it. The young soldier who had died tragically in the Philippines could have been a distant relative or the relative of a neighbor or friend or the son of a babysitter or day care teacher, someone whose life story the patient was told when he was young. There were numerous ways he could have picked up the information he related. I did not see any proof of reincarnation in the material made available to me.

Sylvia Browne in her best selling book Past Lives, Future Healing, published in July 2001, claims that in her files she had hundreds of verifiable past lives remembered by her clients. Reading this I wondered if the verification she has is of the same order as that offered by the hypnotherapist mentioned above. It seems to me that more interesting than hundreds of cases would be one compelling case based on incontrovertible evidence.

I had a great deal of interest in the subject due to an experience I had lived through. When I was in my late forties, for a period of about three years I had constant, spontaneous flashbacks that seemed to thrust me back into prior lives. I’d be me one moment, living a happy life in 20th Century America. A minute later what seemed like past life memories would start pouring through me and I’d know myself as someone else living in a different time. It was disconcerting yet exciting and I never knew quite what to make of it. I was never convinced that reincarnation was a fact, yet proof of it seemed to be repeatedly splattering me in the face.

While these flashbacks were occurring, I kept a written record of them. This record forms the bulk of this book.

After three years, the flashbacks stopped. Or more accurately, I found a way to stop them and I’ve never had another one since.

Over time, as I looked back on the interesting past lives I had summoned and made real, I began to see a pattern I hadn’t seen while the flashbacks were occurring. It is this pattern that led me to the conclusion I eventually reached.

1 - Hypnotic Regression

Sloshing Around in the Gray Matter of Mind

The day shall not be up so soon as I,

To try the fair adventure of tomorrow.

Edward de Vere

17th Earl of Oxford

(Shakespeare)

September 2002

The first time I left this life or seemed to leave it - when I was suddenly no longer the me I knew in the time I knew but was another me in another time - was the most unexpected and terrifying experience of my life.

I had been trying to go inside to explore my childhood experience of this life, not to induce travel into prior lives.

When the book Search for Bridey Murphy was published in January 1956, everyone in my family was excited by it. My mother was ecstatic. Though raised an orthodox Episcopalian, she had long believed in reincarnation. She had a gut level conviction, she claimed, that nothing could sway. I had difficulty accepting the idea. It seemed to me to exalt man too much, winging him up toward the angels, divorcing him, on the slippery grounds of wishful thinking, from the animal kingdom of which he seemed to me so obvious and integral a part.

When my older son, aged three, remarked to me in the bath one night that when we die we are born again, I accused my mother, who kept him for me while I worked, of brainwashing him behind my back.

I certainly have not, she insisted. But if she hadn’t fed this to him, where had it come from?

By the time my younger son came along and at about the same age made much the same comment, my views had become so much less fixed that I accepted the comment as coming directly from him, the – possibly – inspired wisdom of the newly arrived. Amused by his certainty, I asked him casually how many times this happened. Three times, he informed me. Was this the number of past lives he could bring to mind at the moment?

I was still highly skeptical.

After we’d devoured the book Bridey Murphy in 1956, we could not wait – particularly my