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This was a letter I wrote to a prisoner in a Texas prison who had read a
chapter about me and a book about Civil War period hypnotic regression by a clinical
psycologist. He had
contacted her and asked for my address and had written to ask about it. |
Richmond CW Regression
I was pleased to receive your letter and must compliment you on the precise and
striking hand you scribe.
As background, let me note that the hypnosis for regression can be viewed two
ways. First it can be considered a window into past lives or access to and proof
of reincarnation. The second way is to assume that there is a racial memory in
each person's brain to which the unconscious mind has access. This is a premise
explored in the novel, Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. She has written
4 or 5 books and I highly recommend all of them.
I think the second vision is the most probable in explaining regression.
Basically the portions of our brain that science believes we do not use,
ARE used. The memories of our ancestors are recorded there. The ability
to recall is less effective the older the memory becomes. Hypnosis
enables us to "look around" in these memories.
Now let me answer some of your questions. How was the regression
accomplished? I went to Barbara's apartment and lay down on her living
room couch. She began recording the session and hypnotized me. I was aware
she was there and she asked me what I saw and suggested that I "look around"
at the things I saw at the place I was in. When I said I saw something she
asked me to describe it. As a point of interest, her significant other came
in after a couple of hours and I heard the door open and his greeting to
Barbara and simply waited patiently until Barbara continued with me.
After 4-5 hours of session (five 60 min.tapes) I was "awakened".
I couldn't open my eyes as they were stuck shut and I had a great thirst.
What I saw from the past life was fragmented. I had to "look around".
I first found myself in a boarding house where I "felt" (somehow knew) I
lived. I knew my family home was outside town. I lived temporarily in the
boarding house. I knew there was a war on and the deserted streets were
caused by evacuation. Barbara asked me to go out into the street. I did
so and told her I had to go down narrow stairs indicatinging my room was
upstairs. She asked me to look around on the street and describe it. I
told her there were raised boardwalks and a dirt street.
Prompted, I looked for people and saw a "fancy dandy" across the street
annoying an obviously cultured lady. At a word from me he moved on and
she went her way quickly and with thanks, declining my offer to accompany
her. At Barbara's urging, I went on to my place of employment where her
questioning uncovered that I was part owner of an accounting partnership.
I stopped at the closed barbershop along the way to the my business and saw
a Richmond newspaper in the window. I was later guided West of the city to
my real homestead and it was described, as were my neighbors, slaves, my son,
etc. I came back for seed and went by a field hospital, traded my horse for
a carriage, went to Petersburg, got seed, went home and with some Yankee
intervention with my one remaining manumuted slave (I had freed them all
years before the war) I began growing corn again. A Yankee Captain from
the Commisary Department in Washington contracted to buy my harvest the next
year and prepaid Federal money.
Later investigation of real life historical 1861-63 city directories found
that one of my ancestors, James Clarke, in Richmond was a Clerk at several
retail establishments during the war. Clerk was the name for accountant.
Archivists for the Commonwealth told me Virginia required a different Clerk
each year to avoid businesses cheating the state by "cooking the books".
These accountants normally started firms that did the books for many stores.
James Clarke also owned a home place on the Midlothian Turnpike, West of the
city. He had manumuted over 50 slaves on his home place and in a coal mine
he owned in Drewery's Bluff. James was a pillar of the community, having
founded an Episcopal Church in the City of Manchester, the South side of current
day Richmond. He was a known Scottish duelist who spoke once and then took
action; often violent. Perhaps that’s why the dandy moved on and why the
lady wanted no part of being accompanied.
I hope this helps a bit. My theory is a bit different than Buddhist beliefs,
as it is ancestral in nature; containing memories of my whole family tree.
Please try the Jean M. Auel books. Though they are fiction, they are very
well supported vis-à-vis theory.
If you get a chance to view the movie Gettesburg, I provided and commanded
about 1/2 of the Confederate troops. There are two perfect frames of me
crossing behind Longstreet and the British observer (all in red) as they
were having tea.
Best regards to you and yours,
Dale C. Clarke, Colonel, CSA
Dear Aaron,
Chief of Staff
Confederate Military Forces