Ever since I was very little I had motion sickness. In fact, I don't remember ever not having it. I had to sit in the middle seat of the back seat of the car because seeing the road helped. But I couldn't move around cause any movement I did make me sick. I didn't think much of it because my Mom had it too, so I thought it was normal, even though I took medication for it such as Dramamine.
It wasn't until later in life that I found out that it was a medical condition. It became more evident on how it was not a normal thing when I had to always explain to my friends or cousins that I had to sit in the front seat not because I wanted to but because I had to. It didn't make the popular kid. I didn't like to take the medicine because it made me drowsy and moody. I remember the first time that I flew on a plane it was horrible, I was sick for days, I swore never to do it again, but of course, I did, and always regretted it.
For years every trip that I made in a car or plane was unbearable, a boat was out of the question, and I couldn't participate in friends and family events that took place in a boat. And if I did go, I had to carry Dramamine with me all the time during these trips cause if it got worse, I had no choice but to take it.
Something else that also was inconvenient, were the times when I had to take turns with others who also had motion sickness, that was not fun, and sometimes it was best to just drive to the destination myself.
When I had the change to have a session with one of my peers I knew I had to get rid of this nuance! During my session, I discover that I was a male in my late teens living in the 1800's during the gold rush. And I was moving to the west coast from the east coast. The trip was excruciating.
We were traveling in a covered wagon and it was full of people and it was hot and extremely uncomfortable. During the trip I got sick, so sick I had to travel on the back of the wagon to make sure I could puke outside the wagon.
In that life I didn't finish the trip, I made it all the way to the mid-west, and swore I never would ride in a wagon again. I traveled riding horses and or walking from there on. I did make it to the west coast but had not much luck, so I made ended up in the southwest. The experience was so bad, that I couldn't even see a wagon drive by without having to puke!
I remember getting physically ill during the past life regression session, my pier had to remind me that I was just observing myself, which had my conscious not realized that, I'm sure I would have puked. Once I let go of that life and learning what lessons went unfinished my sickness was gone. I tested it right away, I got in a car as a passenger in the back seat.
And for the first time in my life, I was able to read an email on my phone!
Before, I couldn't even look down without getting dizzy or nauseous. Since then, I've been able to read full articles on my phone or even look at a map without getting sick. This has changed my life significantly and I owe it to Past Life Regression Hypnotherapy.
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