Sara's Discovery
by Linda Potter

Every once in awhile, there is someone we meet who makes a lasting impression. Maybe it was her determination to gain healing for herself, because no one had been able to help her.

Maybe it was her refusal to yield to the physical and emotional hardships she had dealt with for so long. Whatever the reason, she will stay in my memory, for her story will always teach others that we really can heal ourselves.

Years earlier, Sara had been diagnosed with agoraphobia, a Greek term meaning “fear of the marketplace.” A routine trip to the grocery store or anywhere out in public would send her into a panic attack. Her hands would sweat, her heart would pound and she would feel as if she were going to die. The daily tasks most of us take for granted were Sara’s biggest nightmares.

She was also suffering from a severe case of gastroesophageal reflux disease, which caused her to throw up every time she ate. This had been going on for six years.

Sara’s husband is a doctor. She wisely followed his advice, seeking medical attention with recommendations to various specialists for both of her issues. However, they weren’t able to attain results, and their prescribed medicines fell short of a cure.

The last straw was when Sara couldn’t get on a plane to visit her grandchildren. The thought of strangers speaking to her at the airport sent her spiraling into fear. She didn’t know why this was happening to her and didn’t know how to stop it. She was losing total control of her life — and she knew it.

Sara made it to her past-life-regression appointment. Within minutes, she was in deep relaxation, effortlessly drifting back to other places, other lifetimes. The first past-life Sara visited was in Greece. It was Greece in ancient times and was an exceptionally good life, which explained why she was so drawn to Greece in her present life.

She then stepped into a life that was directly related to her current physical and emotional issues. The year was 1812; Sara was a young woman named Elizabeth living in the streets. She was homeless, poor and hungry. Night had fallen, and she was alone, wandering, and begging for food. Well-dressed people were laughing at her, pointing and making cruel comments. A kind, older woman opened her door to Elizabeth and gave her a hunk of bread. She sat on the stoop to eat it. A crowd of people gathered and were pointing and laughing at her. She fled into the street where the wheels of a horse-drawn carriage ran over her stomach and crushed her to death.

The next life Sara discovered was in France, in the year 1600. She was a little girl, and her village was being raided by men on horses carrying white banners with red crosses on them. She was running with her mother, trying to get away when one of the riders threw a spear through her stomach, and she died.

Sara immediately recognized that these two lives were the reasons for her fear of public places, strangers and the reflux condition she had suffered for so long. She then made the conscious decision to leave the issues back where they came from.

I saw Sara unexpectedly six months later in New York City. We were at the same conference with 7,000 people in attendance. There she was, standing on the steps of Madison Square Garden in a crowd. As our eyes met, her smile became wide as she outstretched her arms and gave me a hug I will remember forever. She said, “Look at me. I have my life back; I’m not scared anymore!”

Sara leads a very different life now. She tells me she has not thrown up in the five years since her regression, unless she had the flu. She flies often to see her grandchildren, with no fear whatsoever. The trip to the grocery store or anywhere else has now become routine for Sara, just as it is for most of us.

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