[crystalqueen]

It was this march when I was old enough to get my drivers license. But I didn’t. And since then I haven’t been able to drive a car. I had gotten my permit and I had started driving with my mom however one night something changed. You see I am a very anxious person in general and one night I was driving home when I started having a panic attack. My basic thought was “I’d rather crash this car than deal with this anxiety”. I made it home safe but something changed that night, like a switch went off. I knew something within me was triggered by what had happened but as most people are they just told me to get over it. But they didnt understand that the even the thought of driving filled me with so much fear that I was on the verge of crying and I felt choked up.

As time went on I avoided the topic as best as I could. But when everyone around you is getting their license it is a hard thing to accept. Why was I so afraid of something everyone does?

Recently I connected with my guide and I got confirmation to something I had suspected. That my fear of driving was connected to my past life. So I finally found time to do the hour long past life regression meditation/Hypnosis.

So this was the first attempt however I was interupted so I didn’t get very far : I was a farm boy, only a bit younger than myself at 16. I had brown hair and hazel/green eyes. I had nothing on but tan overalls, I was barefoot and covered in dirt. My body was very malnourished looking, like I was living but not a great life. I got the sense I had no family and that I worked on the farm to get by, next to me is a cornfield with a farmhouse behind it. The whole vibe was serene, I was in my element.

This was my second attempt and I completed what I had started:
I had assumed I was just going back to the farm but when I looked at what I was wearing I was in army boots. I knew I was the same person just older at 25. When I looked up I saw dozens of men around me. It was WW1 and I was in the trenches, the air was filled with the sounds of warfare. I remember I heard the leader say “stay alert Steven’s” before it flashed to two caskets draped in american flags being carried, this was symbolism for all the soldiers who were never recovered, myself being one of them. And then I flashed to me driving in a jeep, I feel like I was going to get essential supplies. Then I saw myself get shot in the throat and I flopped on the steering wheel. And then it was over. During the part of my death my physical eyes were squeezing so hard like I had to look away.

I still havent driven but I am working up to it slowly but surely.