THE MEMORIST: An Interview with M.J. Rose
From AM Ocala Live:
This is our interview with author M. J. Rose and her latest book, “The Memorist.” M. J. Rose is the bestselling author of ten novels including THE REINCARNATIONIST (September ’07 in hardcover and October ’08 in paperback) – which was chosen by Booksense as one of 2007’s Best Suspense Novels. THE MEMORIST (November 08) is M.J.’s most recent book and continues the acclaimed suspense series that looks at how our past lives impact our present lives.
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Janine on 19 Nov 2008 at 8:08 am #
I would like to submit my own Past Live Regression findings:
A few years back, for my 40th Birthday, I decided to treat myself to a seminar with Dr. Brian Weiss. I had to past life regressions. Not expecting it to work because I “did not taste the lemon” during a little test excerise, I closed my eyes and went thru a truly unexpected experience. When I looked down I was a male, tall, broad, blond and wearing Armor. I knew I was Roman but not in Rome. I was in Isreal. I was one the soildiers who were going to put Christ to death. Mind you – the movie the Passion had not come out yet and this was the furthest thing from my mind that I would have expected to be. I refused to go with the rest of the men. I tried to stop my friend but she/he refused to listen afraid to not follow. I broke away and lived a very lonely holy life. At my death bed I was alone without a soldiers buriel because I had left my career (thank goodness). I did see him and started crying. My friend was watching me while I was regressed and said I was crying and crying. He was very small and holy and I knew immediately that what we were doing was wrong. I was not afraid to stand up for him even though it could have meant death to me.
The 2nd time I was regressed, I was a middle eastern woman with green vails and wraps. I had long red hair (which I did not understand until I went to Istanbul this year and was told that woman during this time used henna to make their hair red). My ex husband from this lifetime was my husband during this time and he had many wives and concubines. At my death bed I was alone in a very small room with a bed. At the side of my bed was my two children who are my parents in this lifetime! When I fianally visited Istanbul this year and entered the Topaki Palace I started to loose my breath. I could not breath. I also started to cry. Our private guide knew exactly what was happening although I was embarressed to explain until later over Turkish coffee. I saw the room where I had died. It was all extremly interesting.
I have been wanting to share this with someone for a few years now.
Thank you for listening.