A Toast to Starry Nights

A Toast to Starry Nights by Mandi Rei Serra

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wake me up in terror.
    I hated that dream more.
    Neilsinhaur nodded. “It's a promising
beginning. Shadow People in recurring dreams is fairly common. More often than
not in my experience, that is, Shadow People represent persons in a past life.
If they are, your dream will take on a new relevance to you as the truth behind
it is revealed. The scientific community tends to view moments of déjà vu as a
mini-epileptic seizure. In the same family as the jolt people get when they are
falling asleep and inadvertently kick their foot. It's referred to as ' hypnagogic
epilepsy' . A misfire of the electrical impulses surging through the brain
basically.
    “Those electrical impulses are what
connects us all to the Collective Unconsciousness, where we can access our past
lives and experiences. Through regression, we access the pathway to past lives
by guided meditation techniques that allow us to relax and fully immerse
ourselves in the proper state of mind. Now the question I have for you is
whether you think that past life regression therapy would be of benefit? There
is potential that you faced a situation in a past incarnation which may have
triggered your reaction to your fiancé 's proposal. Do you think it's worth
exploring?”
    I didn't know. Admitting my ignorance
was something I was comfortable doing at this point in time. In fact, the past
hour was so different from my preconceived notion of what would happen. I was
in a state of psychological shock. Bawling like a baby in front of a stranger
was something that never crossed my mind when I agreed to Willow's idea. Baring
the scars on my soul to a perfect stranger, drained me into a hollow shell of a
former smartass. I felt somewhat lost.
    “Honestly, I don't know if I'd benefit
from it or not, but I'm willing to try. If only to keep my mother from the
wedding. Best case is I actually get something out of it.” And I meant that.
Nothing would please me more than to find out why I'd desecrate Dmitri, so I
could explain and apologize for the true reason. I have yet to forgive myself.
    “If you are truly open to the idea, then
there's some homework for you to accomplish before our next session.”
    Homework? That was straight out of left
field. “Okay...”
    “Every night before you go to sleep, I
want you to work on a meditation. This mental exercise will help you focus your
energy towards your goal past life. This will help you internalize your
thoughts into the subconscious where the past life dwells. This is how we will
make our way to that memory that haunts you.
    “I want you to close your eyes and
picture yourself in the woods. In front of you is a staircase leading into the
ground. There are thirteen steps down to a landing with a door. That door is
the entryway into the past life that is impacting you now. Your goal each night
is to walk down two steps and then back up. First is two steps, second night,
four steps down and back and so forth. I want you to notice all the details.
The feel of the walls down into the earth, the smell of the woods, the feel of
the breeze. Is it daytime, nighttime, morning? Immerse yourself. On your next
visit, we will open that door at the bottom together. We will see what we can
discover to help you move past your anxieties and address what lesson in this
life you need to learn to succeed. Everyone has these life-lessons. Once we
achieve what we couldn't in a past life, our souls are free to enjoy this life
as it is meant to be celebrated. You have much to celebrate, with your wedding
and all. Don't you think it's best to start with a clean slate, Kaylis?”
    Well, yes. Assuming that this wasn't
bullshit. But like a parachute, a mind only works when open... and though I
might be biased due to association with my mother, I think I'm open minded
enough to explore this option. I am the daughter of Willow Miranda Quincey
Oshton Woods Carlow Hemingson... being special was a part of my biological
make-up. Nature or nurture, I could

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