Third Regression: Encounters With Defeat, the Closing of Eras

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It is with a heavy heart at moments that I report back recollections from my third past life regression from today. It was a profound and expertly organized affair as usual but themes generally tie what seem like unrelated life scenarios together. What I can conclude unifies the timelines from today is accepting at times that some historical events are inevitable and any amount of pushing against them can be wasting your time. It is also important to remember that the whole of the human experience looked at as a whole provides context and some assurance that events are never totally wasted occurrences.

My regression guide is a good friend I have known for over ten years and we had a fairly profound connection immediately. We have often wondered if there have been extensive past-life tie-ins. Again, I do not want to profess anything as undisputed fact for myself or other people who have traveled this planet, though I strongly believe that at bare minimum, if you are having a regression, much of the time you are tapping into the eyes of someone who has lived somewhere at some time. With my friend who is my regression guide, I have always seen her as a daughter, even though in this lifetime she is more than 30 years older than me. Today we wished to explore our first encounter in another lifetime.

We went through our procedure of linking to the past (described in A Journey Across Time – My Unorthodox Past Life Regression Experience and Breaking Time Taboos – Another Regression) and I could immediately tell that this was going to be a more challenging session than what I experienced before because we had set out the intention of finding our links and also the task of looking at my life in this existence in five years’ time (2019).

A JOLLY VIKING INVASION

To try to find my link with her was really unlike anything I’ve visualized before. It was something like flipping through a Rolodex with historical images and feelings impressed on the cards, or a few seconds of hundreds of movies spliced together while a gentle falling sensation ensued. I seemed to traverse Europe many times and see failed harvests, early libraries, rivalries, children, and so forth in very quick succession. Finally I seemed to land in a foggy environment with a Viking ship in front of me. I determined that I was a 45-year-old red beared man setting sail for “Anglia” or today’s England, in 1060. I will say that I know of the Norman invasion of 1066 but I am fuzzy on the Vikings that late in history. What I saw was myself with five other men landing on the eastern coast of England (a part of it with cliffs) and instead of looking to ransack monasteries like my predecessors may have, we pushed inland and split company to carve our own winnings somewhere. My regression guide asked if I was a pirate and I explained that we did not view ourselves that way – it was economic expansion and trade. She asked if I had family – they were all tucked away and out of sight and this was something I accepted without question.

I was able to get inland and with what I was “told” or could understand from a distance is that I was near what is now Leeds. I did find my guide in her other incarnation. She was a decrepit, stout 30-year-old bearing a resemblance to Mrs. Patmore on ITV’s Downton Abbey, probably a widow, running a primitive mill on her own. She was grinding grains and made some breads. She was somehow an informant and advisor to me and no one local interfered with her collaborating with an invader because she was a major instrument in their food source and local economy. She lived in a tower of sorts and I lived somewhere in that vicinity for some time, until knights with horses showed up (horses seemed foreign to me and I wonder if horses were not used by Vikings or the Norse people at this time) and pushed Nordic people, including myself away. I was then instructed to look forward, and I could see myself visiting the area in 1073. My old collaborator was by then dead and gone, but the town was prospering under the new order and I was somehow able to freely travel this land without obstacle in a civilian capacity.

There was a lot of carnage I was aware of going on in the background, but somehow I was spared from watching it happen again, though I did see one of my colleagues snap someone’s leg off shortly after landing on the island. It was witnessed with an air of aloof indifference because this would have occasionally been commonplace at critical moments.

My regressionist friend and I then tried to find another critical scene to our friendship and connection but I wound up seeing her on a plane in 2008 and visiting with her whereby I could see myself from her perspective, but we could not really extract any particular meaning, though perhaps that year being the major kickoff of the financial meltdown we have all lived through had a connection to the next scene.

REDUCED CIRCUMSTANCES, ENERGY CRISES, FOLLOWED BY VANITY AND OPIATES

I wanted to see this lifetime in 2019 and parlay my own role in it to the greater events of the world. I landed in the bathroom of my childhood home, where I now live alone. Seeing myself, the top of my head no longer had hair and I was about 15 pounds (seven kilograms, one stone) thinner and lighter than now. It took me a while to establish more details of the time, but looking into the driveway, I saw a small black, modern hatchback car. I learned from peripheral senses that we had begun harnessing nuclear energy a bit again and there was a definite energy crisis on.

When taking in my childhood and current community of Topeka, Kansas, it was a very gutted commercial real estate situation I witnessed. This is not something hard to conceive DSC05625of since there are dozens of formerly vibrant areas up to the 1980s and 1990s that are now vacated, but this was quite bad to see, including a shopping area not far from me that is performing decently at the moment. What I saw indicated that only places with food purchasing or consumption seemed to be doing well or still in existence. There were almost no people on the streets or driving around. My regressionist asked where the people were. “At home,” I replied and felt. A lot of commercial activity had continued to move through the mail and people were even writing letters a bit more to avoid consuming too much fuel. I sensed that many people started their cars with activation from their phones and Smartphone technology was still a big instrument in our lives, but had migrated to more voice commands and responses.

Furthermore, I was advised by some unknown teller that all over the world, circumstances were more authoritarian, but it was more severe in the US. I almost wish to say there was a curfew instituted. The unemployment issues were handled by a greater number of people receiving stipends and subsidies though the official unemployment rate was just above 10 percent. By all measures, the economic center had shifted to Asia. I did not see people starving or rioting but rather, people had retreated home. What really surprised me is that it was going into 2020, another US election year, and I overheard that Hillary Clinton had been president during this interim but was grievously unpopular and was not expected to be re-elected. I was advised that most of the key people in my life now were still living but I did not have the time or wherewithal to engage with any of them to learn more.

I sensed I had been in Asia for a while again and had returned to shore up or access my assets before heading to Canada to live. My personal prospects were in good shape but I was too depressed with my surroundings to go on in them.

With a transition I cannot fully remember now, we decided to move forward to another significant time and I was all too happy to leave 2019 behind. We landed in 2044 and I woke up in a sterile cosmetic surgery clinic.

If you have ever seen the more recent version of Stepford Wives from ten years ago, what I saw reminded me very much of that movie. It is very hard to relate to someone who has not had a regression how details of a society or place are revealed to you when you land in such a place. It’s a bit like someone is providing a narrative you cannot exactly hear while you walk through mini scenes that are a slice of that lifetime and setting. I learned that I had something akin to a younger face transplant and the entire economy and society had shifted toward health, beauty, education, and personal achievements. I told my guide that this was the first time I could recall in my lifetime since the late 1990s that the future felt optimistic (at this point in 2044, if I were to still be living, I would be 6o or 61) and technology and science were embraced without much debate since good was coming of it. My guide said that I typically do not talk about celebrities or sporting events or anything of that nature in a regression, so I was able to relate to her more of the same: the magazines (still thriving or thriving again!) were mostly oriented toward attainment of youth and personal fulfillment. It was insinuated or understood that there was something on par with relative world peace and a unified global system though I could not really report on what life was like outside of major urban areas. The only area that really operated outside of this super optimistic mindframe and governance was South America. Everyone spoke very sweetly and said everything in a “kindly way” (unlike what I saw in the 22nd century in A Journey Across Time – My Unorthodox Past Life Regression Experience which was all about speaking in heroic, absolute terms, or at least in my caste) but it became apparent to me that a large part of this setup was due to very effective and almost universal pharmaceutical opiate use deployed by central planning. While there was an obvious artificiality to everything going on, it was a definite improvement upon the reduced circumstances of 25 years ago and what authorities and the public saw as perhaps the only answer to the post-industrial way of life.

This was a very strenuous regression session that was a fair bit of work for both of us. When I was coming out of the session, I was swept up in the spirit of 2044, witnessed from either North America or western Europe, which at the time was not that distinctly different from North America. I felt something like a synthetic tear of nostalgia as I was symbolically waving good-bye to the very sweet people of that time who bore little prejudice or animosity except against physical limitations from getting older. The people reminded me of theme park employees in their earnest way of going about things, and I have reservations about that kind of chemically induced peace and already in 2014 resist milder forms of this kind of activity, but understand that it may be an interim solution we arrive at in the not-so-distant future.

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The Evil Eye is Not the Stink Eye

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My own "hamsa," purchased in Istanbul, May 2012.

My own “hamsa,” purchased in Istanbul, May 2012.

For a long time, I have been wanting to tackle the broad subject of the Evil Eye, or more generally, the cultural handling of showing gratitude. It seems particularly relevant with the end-of-year holiday season which places great emphasis on gratitude.

There has been much debate and discussion about the use of the hashtag #blessed in social media in North America and Australia. Many people are wishing to express their gratitude for good fortune, while others point to the watering down of the actual meaning of the word, which refers to holiness, or worse, the implication that “I am on God’s side and am being rewarded, while someone less fortunate may have somehow asked for it.”

As a Midwestern American, I did not realize the emphasis on public display of gratitude in my culture, which stems from the general religious outlook in this part of the world, and is part economics. I continually feel compelled to publicly express how grateful I am for great co-workers, family, a happy event, or to just have an overall pleased countenance, but I also have some reservations after what I have experienced in the world, particularly in Greece, Turkey, and Eastern Europe.

The first time I experienced this withholding of exuberant behavior was in Poland, which is probably one of the most underrated countries in the world on the traveling circuit (it’s affordable for tourists, has remarkable architecture in many places, and there’s interesting food). I was particularly happy at that time because I had just finished my undergraduate degree, so I was smiling at lots of people, particularly children and trying to indicate admiration for families, because in my experience in the US, people appreciate “approval” from strangers over how cute their kids are or if they excel at something. The reaction I got in return was not disapproval or worry, but Polish people did not really know how to take it – the expressions were something akin to “I wonder what he wants or thinks is so special about this everyday scene.” At a 750th charter anniversary celebration in Krakow in June 2007, I noticed the crowd was very reserved though everyone was enthralled with the concert. I was raving about it at the youth hostel later that night and the staff had a watery-eyed reaction that suggested a sense of validation, but responded with polite but terse “We are so happy to hear that” but no gesticulating or further comments.

Much of Asia is this way as well, but I did not really begin to understand it until I went to Turkey and Greece five years later. The caution was exacerbated in Greece by the depths of the financial crisis that year.

“As an American, the object is to be seen as generous to others but at the same time keep the focus on one’s individuality and sole accomplishments.”

In Turkey, I started seeing the hand emblem or amulet on a lot of jewelry (pictured above, the hamsa) and a black eye surrounded by blue. I had heard of the “evil eye” all my life and thought that it was something like a Sicilian curse. While variants of that do exist and all kinds of cultures and religions have appropriated or misappropriated it, I would say that a broader application of that is a general “don’t draw attention to yourself – doing so will cause you bad luck.” In Turkey, which was doing very well economically at the time (though Syria was a worry already), I often said to Turkish people “You have such a happy country.” “What?!” I would hear. People would then conjure up any kind of negative point on the country they could, though if I said anything in kind, the one major point that people would get defensive with is any observation of collectivism or stronger family ties. As an American, the object is to be seen as generous to others but at the same time keep the focus on one’s individuality and sole accomplishments.

A few weeks later in Greece, I landed in Athens where I knew a few people who were pickpocketed within a matter of days, I could not get money out of an ATM at times, and there was a deflationary depression going on with 25% unemployment. There were many places I went that were unsafe. And yet the sun perpetually shines there, it’s remarkably beautiful, and so where there is a glimmer of “hope,” oftentimes Americans will try the Pollyanna approach – or at least a number of them will and I am among them – and thus think that their will and prayers can overcome the darkness. Very little of what I have experienced in the abundance of the US contradicts this, and when circumstances are lean, we are trained to double down and smile even brighter until it becomes believable. This has always worked for me. However, in Greece, it brought trouble, suspicion, and oftentimes it is why Americans do not seem trustworthy or sincere to people from different backgrounds.

As soon as I was smiling and joking with other tourists in a way that was maybe too ostentatious, someone mentally deranged would come shouting in our direction. At a cafe, somehow the barista started talking about the economy in Greece when he indicated that he makes €1,200 a month for full-time work, net, in a city where the rent is now around €300-350 a month. I responded that this was great and he has done very well for himself and he stepped back, stupefied as to how to respond. Again, bad luck to call too much attention to good fortune when so many are suffering.

In countries with unstable governments or irregular tax collection, one also needs to discriminate how and when to show off because that can draw the attention of auditors or other types of retribution.

In other climes, such as in northern Europe, it is also not appreciated to express too much gratitude or point out one’s attributes or good fortune. There are many reasons for this, but I suspect that the biggest is economics. In the deregulated environment of the US, one has to constantly attract in order to be seen as a viable, relevant “product.” In deregulated Asia, this is mainly expressed through keeping up physical appearances but not crossing the line into standing out. In extroverted US, declarative statements and professing of otherness is required in order to hold market share (so long as one does not become too marginalized), which has applications in all spheres of our lives. Though western Europe is rapidly Americanizing in this sense (I started noticing pharmaceuticals in advertisements there in 2012 for the first time, and changes in consumer preferences as well as advertising), there is still resistance toward the striving for attention that characterizes American culture because the enlarged public sector and emphasis on cultural institutions makes that behavior less of a necessity.

In no way do I think that any of the shades of showing gratitude or not showing it are fundamentally wrong. Though I have a strong cultural preference for itemizing the reasons I am thankful, I can no longer do so without reservations. Is a highly optimistic, grateful approach one that uplifts everyone and builds stronger community, or simply a way of building a platform to draw more positive attention to ourselves?

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Third Past Life Regression

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On Sunday, November 30th, Central Time in the US, I will be participating in my third past life regression. One of my friends who specializes in this who has performed the two regressions you have read about before and I will be exchanging the regression for tarot, and we expect major revelations. If you have any topics of interest historically or going forward (we did wind up in the future a few times) that you may want us to attempt to add to the mix, please let write below and subscribe for follow-up if you are interested.

To revisit what has happened thus far, here are the two previous regressions documented:

Furthermore, I am doing a special and performing an experiment. Through early evening Central Standard Time in the US, November 30th, somewhere on my website – you will have to search randomly or strategically to find it – is a special code that you will recognize as being out of place. If you find this code, email or privately message me what this code or reference is. I will do a drawing after the period closes (not affiliated with WordPress, Facebook, or any other organization) and the person drawn will receive a free 30-minute tarot reading sometime during the month of December. The format of the reading can be in person, over the phone, or with questions in writing and a report submitted, depending on the location of the individual drawn. If the person drawn is a subscriber (including those who sign up today, November 30th) to this blog/website, the length of the reading will be at least 50 minutes. The purpose of this experiment and drawing is to gauge what terminology you are drawn to, discovering analytics, preferences for content, and other social media contagion factors. The “winner” will not be announced publicly automatically – it will be at their discretion since a tarot reading comes with non-disclosure when working with me.

Sometime in December, we should have the results of the regression session posted here. Another topic that is forthcoming is the Evil Eye and understanding how showing gratitude is not interpreted the same way outside North America.

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Passport Expiry – It Has to Eventually Happen

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Not so pristine US passport.

Not so pristine US passport.

Today I grieve the forced retirement of my first passport. This object gets a ten year tenure for US citizens. A lot of my traveling is well documented on my YouTube channel, but the 2004-2011 period before I joined that community is largely on undeveloped film and memories alone.

Two things stand out in my mind most prominently: how much travel has changed since Facebook came onto the scene, and all the events I witnessed that I very much wish to recount but have to parse through very carefully because it is potentially incriminating to the people I’d be quoting and reporting on in ways that I can’t wrap my head around with 30 countries and further jurisdictions entangled.

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Not the most polished way to be represented for 10 years.

I first put this passport to use in January 2005 when I moved to Denmark for a semester abroad. That summer when I started traveling in hostels, we heavily relied upon travel books and maps to get where we needed or wanted to go. There was more music in hostels and I found that information was a bit more spontaneous and laborious to come upon at the same time. The school I went to in Denmark was mostly attended by Americans from East Coast schools, many of them Ivy League, and so in the spring of 2005, Facebook was quietly making its rounds after its inception at Harvard a few months before. By 2007, when I was backpacking in Europe again after finished my Bachelor of Arts, most people under age 40 from English-speaking countries had Facebook accounts and we

When it comes to countries like China and Russia, if you are from a NATO or OECD bloc country, leave the processing to professional agencies.

When it comes to countries like China and Russia, if you are from a NATO or OECD bloc country, leave the processing to professional agencies.

were using it as a tool to rejoin travel companions from hostels in other cities. Since that time, it has been much easier to maintain acquaintances or long-distance friendships.

Living in a very courtly culture of restraint in the Midwest United States, I somehow have blundered into a lot of white collar crime, lesser known standard practice procedures, and continued encounters with people and information that I was completely out of my depth. I want to write about these experiences in more vivid detail, but will have to measure this information carefully. Some highlights of what happened I have already posted about, including this first article that is restricted access:

A passport represents both freedom and restriction. One literally, with the correct 30 or 40 passports in the world, can have the borders open to them, and at the same time, a passport serves as a reminder that we inherently do not have freedom of movement. To my knowledge, the passport that will grant the most privileges in accessing other countries is most likely a British passport (Commonwealth network, part of EU but not Schengen Area, an English-speaking

This Russian tourist visa had probably the strictest terms of any visa I worked with.

This Russian tourist visa had probably the strictest terms of any visa I worked with.

country). Western European nationalities, the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and Japan generally will have more privileges with their passports than what their countries offer potential guests.

It seems particularly fitting to me that this subject hits me the day after Columbus Day, a justifiably contentious public holiday in the United States. Borders. They are necessary until a more equitable world arrives to prevent flight to certain countries that may not be able to adequately accommodate new arrivals in a compressed period of time. Who deigns or intimidates a certain nationality having more value and protection, and what prevents the present order from being rearranged or dismantled?

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Breaking Time Taboos – Another Regression

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Once again, I underwent a past life regression session (this is the follow-up to “A Journey Across Time – My Unorthodox Past Life Regression Experience”). This is a ritual I plan to engage in about once every six weeks because I am experiencing a significant expansion on perspective each time. I do not necessarily report anything I see as historical fact or future prophecy, but it does offer highly constructive and instructive material when it comes to present-day applications and lessons. Instead of a re-hash and expansion upon what occurred this time, I will share the mostly uncensored notes that the regressionist took and shared with me, as she does with other clients. The opening situation is a location that the subject finds that helps one tap into their past life scenarios.014

This regression session was begun by setting the intention that John go to past lives that would be historically valuable for his mission to help others and make better decisions in this lifetime. 

The common thread in the last session was that he influenced the culture and people looked to him and he was ok with that. 

STRUCTURE – same ramshackle house with red shingles, broken windows, and a wraparound porch  

He felt as though it was the 1960s and that there was a lady upstairs.  

The inside of the structure had everything covered up in velvet coverings. There were cobwebs and he felt that no one would live there again. It was fully furnished but no people were visible.  

OBJECT – a bank note – currency. 

He was wearing black fabric shoes and a Middle Eastern flowing white garment that was belted. He felt he was old, around 50 and was a male. His name was either Ishmael or Ismael. He was in the Middle East. There were palm trees and sand. The scene was sand dunes, no buildings, with a silver SUV nearby – the car was newer than the 1960s. It was daytime and hot. He was looking opposite of where the people were. He felt there was something shady going on and he’s walked away from “the group”. They were all men that were not family but close associates; they used the term “brothers”.  

He realizes it’s actually the 1980s. It is a tense situation but they are not terrorists but were making scheming business deals. He feels pragmatic that he has to seem to be on board but he is actually not. They are getting ready to go to another town where an intimidation or coup will go down.  He can’t stop it but he disagrees with it. The group is organized with a couple of dozen really involved. The purpose is domination to control the commerce. Regular desert people are expendable and it’s a turf thing. His role is to give it all credibility – he is “normal”. His education attracts them but makes him not on board with all this. They are going to kill some people. 

He has a family that is Muslim – his father is a teacher and he is married with one son. The family is minimized in his life but are close to him in physical proximity, like in the next county in our terms, His father knows what he’s doing. His spouse and son don’t leave their home because of the culture. 

He’s thinking this couldn’t be him because of the timeframe but is getting the meaning of revenge and petty human stuff going on. He wonders if he has two lives going on at the same time.  

He sees another ambush on the part of his group. He sees dead children in square desert style home. It is 1988. He doesn’t feel an affinity with the place. It is Oman or Yemen near a border. His people and rival factions are responsible. Women and children are the victims. He only sees the aftermath.  

He wishes to go to another time.  

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He immediately becomes more relaxed and laughs. Seeing so many green trees. The scene is like a sci-fi movie. People are around wearing white robes; they are coneheads and pasty appearing but not scary. They have accepted him. He communicates with them. He feels related but is not one of them. 

He is human. He has different clothes. He wears “crocs” with no holes and the toe is round, white pants, beige jacket. He is male or unisex and has bleached blonde short spiky hair. Could be female. And androgynous. The time is not of Earth and not relevant. Saw 1713 but not necessarily on our calendar.  

Hears name is Andrea.  

She is like a diplomat. Speaking with the aliens and learning from them. It’s what she is going to do (agenda) while she’s there. These people are way ahead of us. They are not very nice or sweet. Maybe was going to try to impose our ideas on them was purpose of being there but she’s going to study them to bring back to the humans. It is 1700 years in the future. There is more than one location where people are – 2 planets – Andromeda and Earth. The planet she’s on is maybe not a real place but could be a digital meeting place – people exist but could be a virtual reality space. Her research is successful. Science is so sophisticated. She is learning how to reverse engineer. The aliens know what she’s doing but don’t understand revenge and competition. They aren’t disruptive to humanity so they don’t mind her research. They are stoic with no emotions.  

She feels so much more relaxed now. It is because the future feels so much better than 030now. She’s more comfortable with her work – really awesome – no tension or dissension. No other humans are there. She’s alone but other humans are close. She’s doing all the work. They have explained human origins to her. She’s already learned a lot. Free energy is the norm. She’s excited by it because of accomplishing the goal. She feels a real sense of satisfaction. So much information going on. She knows everything but feeling pulled down a little because it’s so much to process.  

It seems as though they are implanting the visuals of all that’s happened to all who have ever lived in her via injections into her body. These “aliens” know so much more and because of what she’s learned it wouldn’t be good for her to go back to the humans. She thought she could go back but she pushed to be with the “aliens” and be native to them but she failed a little and she can’t deliver back because she’s one of them now and a defector. No harm will happen but she can’t go back. She has no regret but not ideal for her. It was her destiny to become one of them.  

California was her earth home – something is brewing there so the aliens are happy she’s not going back there.  

He wished to move on to Earth in this time period. 

___________________________  

Landed in California. It is dry and barren. It’s night and it seems someone’s around. She’s very anxious. Something’s afoot but she doesn’t know what. It is futuristic but before she went to the other planet. She’s in the right place. She is like a Junior Officer. There is a practice or test to test her psychic abilities or ability to see through dimensions. The authorities (The Commission) are testing her. She’s identified as someone with unique abilities and they are discovering her knowledge to use. They’ve seen it before (course of action). She’s there because of her very sophisticated communication skills. Humans won’t really speak or have a need to because they are telepathic.  

She could be a pioneer. She is in her mid 20s and in North America but it is desert like and arid. People live in communal settings. It is not super polluted. They are living in Epcot Center like structures. It is not a negative time but she’s focused on the test. She did ok. She was not sure of the reason or results of the test but she was willing to do it because it was a challenge and has purpose. 

She is being integrated into a team. They are joking. She has longer hair. 

This team will be like the astronauts of today but more diplomatic and government related in this future era. This is a good form of the CIA. They are space ambassadors. Her family says only Andrea would get involved with this. She is overwhelmed in a good way with the level of detail she is getting. 

He (John) then becomes curious about the state of the rest of the world: 

Australia is under Chinese control. 

Africa is wearing different clothing like armor. It is not Third World but is more on par with advanced countries.

Asia is depopulated. The deserts have expanded. Most live in SE Asia which is carefully preserved. They keep the population controlled. It is a tourist place. 

Middle East (Iran) is more green. It is restored historically. The tension is gone. It is like a kingdom but nice. The religious backdrop is answered. Lot of historically important stuff that explains real religion in Iran. Therefore it is sheltered. The Middle East is the center of the world.  

Europe is more heavily forested and better climate. People have opted out and live differently than other places. It is back to older ways with less technology. 

North America/Australia/Africa are more advanced by choice.  

Now he (John) wants to go to another past before our time. There are 2 or 3 scenes and he picked the more dominant one.  

It is the American Southwest with red rocks and desert. He is a male Native American who is Spanish speaking. His name is Squam. His is a kind of slave and treated very badly by the landowner. It is the 1770s in a Spanish colonial setting. It is a ranch type place.  

He’s worked for the landowner before they came to this place. He is sometimes bound by ropes. He will never be able to get out of this situation. He’s tried to run away.  

He’s short in stature. He is handy in ways beneficial to the landowner. He takes the work seriously but wants to run away for freedom. The landowner is expanding his business. He has no family and he’s older with no kids. Could be family deeper into Mexico. He was taken from his family and converted to Catholicism. He has adapted but has mixed feelings because Catholics do bad things in Mexico.  

Said “That SOB!” He sees he’s there because other brown people like him and it makes it safer for the landowner. There will no end to the exploitation of the people. “What if I can kill him with no one around” “3 steps behind the horse”.  

Culture is the exploiter. Personal gain for expanding north to New Mexico or Texas (this is where they were relative to the present time.  

(John) Realizes the landowner is xxxx from this present lifetime who is xxxx. This explains a lot to him. He can use this in this lifetime and explains why he protects her now in his xxxx role.

This gives him a sense of closure. He feels very relieved and knows why he didn’t want to go to this scene and why it was so persistent. He feels serene. He feels like he is in a shallow sea of water that is a perfect temperature.  

Time to come out of the session.  

Thanks, John! 

 

One thing I will add is that the aliens were not unkind as I saw them but rather stoic and what many humans would consider detached.

I should not try to manipulate or dictate the direction of a regression session, but the other competing past life scenario appears to have been a place under ancient Greek influence, and that is where I intend to resume my exploration next time.

Check out “A Journey Across Time – My Unorthodox Past Life Regression Experience

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Neoliberalism Follies, Part I: Tragic Interest Rates

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Some graffiti art I spotted in Athens, Greece in June 2012. Insanely high interest rates to service the supposedly risky sovereign debts is the largest part of what brought the country down.

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The topic of interest rates has caused some very spirited discussions for me over the years. I feel very much influenced by the adages of yesteryear about focusing on savings, but this is an era where aggressive and savvy use of credit may be more sensible, particularly if one can lock in loans with interest rates lower than the pace of inflation. In the United States in particular though, I have noticed that for savings, the historically low interest rates we have experienced is the elephant in the room changing the kind of future most people will have, but surprisingly one rarely hears anyone talking about it.

When the ability to accumulate savings or nearly all passive income sources are taken away, it makes for a particularly disenchanted culture. I have saved quite a few bank statements from my past, and I came across one the other day that indicated my general savings account in 2000-2001 bore an interest rate of 2.63 percent. I then shopped my bank’s CD (certificate of deposit, or term deposit) and savings rates and found that a general savings account at my bank cannot be more than 0.05 percent with deposits of even over $100,000USD and a one year certificate of deposit they disclose that the rate is 0.15 percent (I imagine one could find or negotiate 0.6%).

As far back as I can remember, interest rates have fairly consistently fallen in the US, accelerating more rapidly after 2001 and then again in 2008. By 2010, I was in San Francisco for several weeks and getting into an argument with an Australian man in his 50s who kept insisting I move all my assets into high interest savings accounts. At that time, my Kansas-based bank’s interest rates were nearly as paltry as now, but there was a program where one could get 2.5 percent on their checking account if they had their payroll checks direct deposited and had ten monthly bills coming out of the account as automatic payments. At the time, I did only contract work and had no bills that were owing monthly, since I was preparing to move to Canada, thus making me ineligible. A younger Australian traveler pointed out that in the US at that time (and still now), it was better to have cash in hand, but the Australian could not wrap his head around it because a fairly flexible savings account in Australia at that time might still pay 6.5 to 7 percent. Today, in summer 2014, I have looked into the matter further, and the three banks I know of in Australia – National Australia Bank (nab), Commonwealth Bank, and Westpac – advertised no more than 4 percent interest for a one-year commitment. A few years ago, I noticed that the only two stable, advanced economies with robust savings interest rates were South Korea and Australia, as well as the smaller player, New Zealand.

For a time, there was a lucrative if dicey practice called the “carry trade” whereby individuals or entities managed to borrow massive sums at near zero interest rates in Japan, deposit the money in Australia, and then collect the interest as profit at much higher interest, and pay back the loan in Japan. For a time in 2011 and 2012, the Australian dollar was the fourth most traded currency in the world in spite of its relatively isolated position in the world. A combination of events and regulation from Fukushima to advanced nations collectively deciding to crash the Japanese Yen to help their exports most likely spooked this kind of transaction.

Interest and usury as a whole is most likely a drain on societies because that means that there is never enough money in the system to pay off debts, which would invariably cause a crash of one kind or another every few years and make a certain number of parties go bankrupt as a matter of mathematical necessity. That said, these probabilities are still in place, but a reliable means of planning and source of income has been eliminated in Europe, Asia, and North America, and the few places with the advantage still in place are faltering (Australia’s 23-year long recession-free period may be coming to an end now). Rising interest rates, which are expected to be set in motion slowly starting in the fourth quarter of 2014 in much of the world (eyes are most closely aimed at the UK right now, reporting restoration of GDP numbers that are finally matched with Q1 2008) also could cause tremendous problems as a greater share of national budgets would need to go to servicing debts.

Either way, low interest for savings combined with skyrocketing tuition and senior care costs combined with stagnating wages, increased medical costs (in the US), and the near requirement of tech purchases and services is the perfect storm of eroding equity. Even if economic data in the next few years shows robust conditions, the consequences of not being able to save is going to continue to slip by because it is silent and incremental, but the cumulative effects over a generation or more are already catastrophic for most middle-earning households.

The only solutions I have heard of have to do with individuals setting up loan contracts with people they know so that the interest rate being charged is lower for the borrower and higher for the individual lender. I do not know the legalities involved in this kind of transaction. Furthermore, avoiding ownership of property or prolonging the ownership of property and renting out parts of it seems to be the most stable way to recover the investment because rising prices are not guaranteed, and even if one is the beneficiary of that type of capital gain, they need to leave the area upon sale of the property, because other properties will have increased in price, nullifying the advantage.

We may be experiencing a brief abberation in the finance world, but dramatic increases in interest rates are not in the cards for the foreseeable future.

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A Journey Across Time – My Unorthodox Past Life Regression Experience

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IN SPITE OF YEARS of fairly heavy involvement in spiritual topics, until last night, I had never formally tried to tap into past lives. In 2002 and later on, I had a series of dreams about the early years of National Socialism in Germany and the Night of Broken Glass (Kristallnacht / Reichskristallnacht), and believed that dreams in parable or quite literal placed me in a lifetime in 1930s Third Reich. This was later supported by very strong supporting supernatural events in Germany in 2005 when I visited the country for the first time. However, I tried to suspend these expectations going into my first past life regression.

I must state that I do not wish to try to influence anyone to believe in past lives, whether they cannot rationalize such a possibility for reasons of a secular outlook or because of limitations and restrictions of a faith doctrine. Furthermore, my previous outlook as well as the results of last night do not mean that the stories are anything more than a fabrication of the human mind. However, I do believe that individuals have lived and experienced exactly what I will describe and the two possibilities that I can personally accept are that they are events I witnessed in other lifetimes, or through the collective consciousness overseen by God, I have been able to experience pieces of these lives that they appear to be my own.

The friend who performed the past life regression is someone I have known for over a decade now and only in the last few years began enhancing her spiritual quest with more so-called New Age tools and methods. She has increasingly demonstrated herself to be credible and sincere in her abilities, and so I wanted for her to facilitate an examination of past lives.

What I experienced far exceeded my expectations and deviated from them as well.

I am not knowledgeable about the process of past life regression though I can attest that there are different ways to approach it and what happened for me is not what I would describe as hypnosis, though there is a meditative state employed whereby one is relaxed and less inhibited, while not needing to induce this state of consciousness chemically. There is no suggestive language or implantation of false memories, but rather opportunities to provide self-directed narrative and perspective. Above all, I was very fortunate to have someone providing the service who has excellent pacing and a non-distracting form of diction.

I WAS GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY to zero in on a life or situation of my choosing and of which would be most important to me. To be delivered to this unknown scene, I was guided through a forest in my imagination and to a house where I was to discover a box that contains an object, not literal, that would be the catalyst to this prior existence. In my case, I found a gold chain with a black or onyx stone in this box which took me to a scene where I heard horse carriages. My guide instructed me to observe my clothing, starting with my shoes, which were pointed-toe shoes that seemed like a court jester’s. Through some questioning, I established that I was in the 1890s and most likely in Belgium, responding to the name Wilhelm. This surprised me because I have traveled to a number of countries, and while I have been to Belgium before, I felt no particular attachment to it to the extent I do Germany, Canada, the UK, the US, or Japan, though I did balk with a fearful reaction when I was invited to camp in the Ardennes region.

In this mid-size town, I felt I was near a university and was waiting for a half-brother. As I was aware of this recollection, I felt anxious, but was reminded by my guide that I was to watch this as though it was a movie, rather than a gripping relapse into the past life, and I was immediately mollified into calm and could watch more objectively. Through a series of indirect questions, it came about that I was wrapping up seminary and was on the road to a career as a theologian. My own mother had died and my father, an upper class, silent pillar of the community type person (but not in the political sphere, most likely medical) had married a prudish woman of a lower caste. There was a half-sister who had died years before who sort of brought about more austere ambience in the household. My marks at university were top-notch and I was delivering sermons with great feedback and had lots of positive recognition, but I was about to break with the order once again and assist this younger half-brother with an elopement. My one unachieved wish at the time was to do mission work around the world.

As is the method with this particular past life regression style, we were to move forward to another pivotal scene and immediately I could see myself in this past lifetime in physical ruin. I was quite healthy with broad muscular stature in my late 20s or early 30s in the previous scene, but was looking into a mirror with ruined teeth, no hair, and a disorderly beard in the next scene. From what I could tell, I had been the sole survivor in the immediate family from World War I and I had barely survived the related famine myself. While I was in a room in a farmhouse at this point, the Flemish house where I had ridden out the war, I did have supporting visuals in mind of the outside world, and the transformation of the civilization was unlike anything I have imagined before or even seen in film. As I said to my guide, “There is absolutely nothing left of the world I knew before.” Somehow, I did have a sense that I would survive still, and that I could somehow turn the situation in my favor. I had lived in Germany from 1906 to 1911, but for some reason had returned to Belgium, and was not formally occupied as a pastor.

Next, I was asked to go forward again, and I was taken to the age of 70. I had the onset of pneumonia that would kill me inside of a year, but I was not fully cognizant of this yet. I was wearing a yellow poncho, so it appeared, which perplexed me because I believed it to be 1936, and I am not sure if nylon-like materials were in use yet (I believe nylon itself was introduced en masse for clothing during World War II). What was I doing? I was waiting outside of a village school for two kids. Grandkids? They felt like this but it was not established until later that they were neighbor children. I took them several days a week until their mother would leave work. I took them to a two-story cob home that I learned I had bought at a firesale price because I knew an old couple who owned it before they died and had some ties to the estate. 5000 units of whatever currency is what I paid (it should have been Belgian francs, which would be about 250 euros, I’ve found, but I feel like they were guilders, which was the Dutch currency). Subsequently, I had rented rooms of the property out to students and had made a modest living through barter and rent income. I was ending this life with gratitude, purpose, and modest means.

Was there anything I wanted to fill in or know? My guide facilitating the regression asked me this. I wanted to account for my almost five years in Germany, so we went there.

I had gone to Germany to do pastoral work only to find that my German language skills were subpar. I went to what I think was Düsseldorf (Düsseldorfer Altstadt), though much of what I knew then would be gone or unrecognizable now after World War II. What I can remember of this period was near penury, living in a studio flat on the fifth floor of a white building, working by kerosene lamp writing pieces for very little money to German newspapers. The writing was religious, as before. I never really made friends in this setting, and though it was not “Prussia” there was this Wagnerian, Bismarck vibe… I’m not qualified to use these terms knowledgeably, but I believe them to describe the severe mood. What took me back to Belgium in 1911 was my sister-in-law dying and they were complete peasants – Bauern, in German, I believe, a word that resonated in German class years ago and I think I used to describe them in this past life.

THIS SATISFIED MY EXPLORATION of that life, and I was asked to go to the next relevant life. To my surprise and also to my guide’s surprise (but she said it is not unheard of for this to happen), I wound up in the future. More than 24 hours later now, I very much mourn not being able to live in this time period now, which I loosely defined as 2140.

I heard two names – Chad and Astrid. I was then able to see myself and I looked similar to my Belgian incarnation, but was this time in my late 30s. The location was the Olympic peninsula in Washington state. My guide pressed me to try to figure out what I was doing in this setting, a misty forest at dusk. Astrid, as I knew her, was a colleague – no – a colleague and common-law wife. My friend facilitating the regression (is it at regression if we go forward in time?) asked me if I know this woman now and I established that it is a woman I know in Berlin now whom I met in Australia in 2008. As I was asked how I felt about this woman, it was just total awe of her brilliance. We were collaborators in every way, totally devoted to ecology as what we would call biologists in the twenty-first century. As I told my guide, it was very hard to describe the political situation and purpose. The Pacific Northwest and coastal fringe of British Columbia had separated from the United States and was some kind of green rogue state that required special permission to live in its territories. I had abandoned a wife and children in the United States and had no remorse, because I saw the kids as a lost cause among the drooling masses. Astrid and I were committed to a politically subversive life and had somehow been part in creating this revolutionary country.

I was asked to zip forward a period and while a year was not defined, I knew I was about 55-years-old. This was in the Seattle area and far less tense times. The US and this fringe country had reconciled and I was waiting for my two boys, now in their 30s, who had forgiven their selfish father. I had a sense of humor about everything. Astrid was long gone, too extreme and devoted to the cause to maintain a relationship with. It was here I could see how society, culture, and environment had evolved and it was pristine and absolutely beautiful! There was no rubbish or discord in the environment to speak of, snow-capped mountains in the distance, and safer nuclear or atomic energy had been harnessed in such a way that no device made any noise or emitted any kind of pollution. My sons were coming in what looked like a 1950s or early 60s silver camper van or caravan, but these were understood to frequently be used as a regular vehicle as well. While Seattle was an important conurbation, it was apparent that the population of this world was radically reduced from what we know now.

The reason this scene was important was that this was meant to be some kind of reconciliation trip that I was looking forward to, as were they, but in the midst of it, it had come about that I had spent too much money on yet another woman and they felt disinherited by this folly. While I can’t and couldn’t visualize the full scenario, it was clear that while I would have communication with the sons, they were not going to allow me to have intimate ties with them anymore and there was nothing I could do to rectify it.

This pulled me forward another couple of decades and we were in approximately 2180, at my age of 79. This time I was in a high-ceiling, open office plan style clinic with glass walls all around. This kind of place is where people went to volunteer themselves for euthanasia. As I described to my guide, the term “suicide” was not really appropriate in this society, and there was not peer pressure to end one’s life, but it was the way most people died. There was nothing physically wrong with me, nor was I depressed or trying to be manipulative. There was (“was” seems like the appropriate term here, though this is meant to be the future) this belief that dictating the time of one’s death was life choosing any other thing that we choose now and setting the terms, while also a means to ascend to lives on higher unknown planets or the universe. It was difficult for me to describe the religious value system of that time period, but it was very outer space oriented, though at no point did I sense the presence of or current communication with extraterrestrials. I had no remorse to die, and I was dying alone, which was also fairly customary for some reason.

What was extremely prevalent in these three scenes from the twenty-second century was the devout individuality and absoluteness of all the personalities I encountered. One might call it hedonistic or highly selfish in today’s terms, though it was extremely liberating and honest and I do mourn that I will not be able to speak so frankly as I “did” in that lifetime during this lifetime in the twenty-first century. It was as though the political situation or atmosphere itself was totally incapable of sustaining any kind of pretense.

Coming out of the past life regression, I was instructed that I could remember what I wanted to or what was beneficial to me, and I think I remember nearly everything that appeared before me. I felt extremely refreshed, as though my identity is consistent throughout eternity, and while these two lifetimes explained a lot of my temperament, a million new questions have surfaced that do not necessarily relate to me. What brought about the political fracturing of the United States and Canada, the latter of which seemed to not exist in name any more? What reduced the population so radically? How did such a beautiful, peaceful world, at least in this area, come about after a turbulent period? When I have believed my previous life to be in Germany, and to have so many vivid recollections of there, how did Belgium slip past me, if this story is in any way authentic? The future life scenario feels like recalling the past, though it has not yet occurred in linear time, so is there a script that exists elsewhere in the eyes of God or some higher archive, or is everything occurring simultaneously somehow?

I believe I was very fortunate with the past life regressionist that I worked with, which definitely enhanced the experience. This is something I want to continue doing regularly and I find to be a very valuable investment, because even if it is not an accurate account of actual events, it was like watching the best movie one has ever seen, or a monumental genealogy find.

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