This following blog I have been given permission to write from the client I saw this week. It is a very sensitive subject but she is more than happy for me to share this information with you. I will keep her name anonymous as usual. So for 3 nights before my QHHT session with this lady I was having very vivid lucid dreams. This is not unusual… I will dream about an upcoming session for around 75% of my clients. At first I always think the dream is about something in my own life (because of course, dreams are your subconscious mind trying to tell you something in an abstract sort of way) so you can often find me wracking my brains at 5.30am trying to decipher what it all means. And for those of you thinking a good dream book is all you need, sometimes it isn’t… If I dream of a black cat I think it’s good luck because I love them, another person fearful of black cats and the connotations that invokes within them, could mean a totally different thing! So my dreams involved a house. ...

  Quite a quiet and unassuming gentleman, my client seemed a little nervous at the start of the session, although he was very open to the concept of QHHT and he was intrigued to find out more. Once he was guided to a past life, he immediately found himself to be on cobbled streets. He was a man in his 30's wearing black leather shoes, dark green trousers and a black overcoat. His body was healthy and he felt he was very affluent. Asking what he does for most of his day he advised he owned a steel factory employing 200 people. This was an occupation he enjoyed and he lived in London, describing the Victorian era. Moving to his home, he spoke of a very nice white detached house with railings and a garden out of the back of the property. In front of his home stood a burgundy coloured car which he was very proud of, and the interior of the building he summarised as very modern for those times. He described the hallway having a black and white tiled floor, the staircase in front of him ...

  As I drove to work this morning, I thought about how you go through different stages in life and I  laughed to myself as I thought about how it's a bit like being faced with a ravine of white water rapids. We all live within a given timeline, whether we think we do or we don't.  Some of us live in the past, and that's a bit like waiting at the top of the rapids and looking back to why the hell we chose to be up here. It was much better before we were faced with this situation and we wished we hadn't climbed up to the top of this. What on earth possessed us to do this? We want to go back to where we were comfortable, the people we were with at that time and the enjoyment we had back then. Hell, we even reminisce about how we left that part of our lives and started climbing up to the top of here and how far we have come and how much we have achieved... but a part of us still wants to go back to that place in the past because it was familiar. We were obviously not comple...