The Dna of the Soul: A Book About Previous Lives and Awareness in the Now

Table of Contents

Preface

1

Doors Open

2

Birthmarks

3

The Process of Forgiveness

4

See the One You Are

5

Regression Therapy in Theory

6

The Red Thread

7

We are Here to Experience

8

Guides

9

We have Collaborated Before

10

Animals and Past Lives

11

Present Time

Preface

Past life therapy opens up a whole new world of possibilities—in this life. Now.

The purpose of experiencing past lives is to acquire a greater understanding of yourself—to remember who you are. The experiences that you have had, both in childhood and in previous lives have all been stored in your cellular memory. They lie in your DNA-code—ready for you to pick out and look at.

All the events described in this book are authentic and have been experienced by real people.

It has been an honour for us to accompany these individuals on their remarkable journeys that have made such a difference to them, to society, to the world. When you take responsibility for yourself, you make a difference to the people around you in your present life and also in previous lives.

Our experience is that when a client cuts the bonds from a previous life and moves through a process of forgiveness, both towards herself and towards all others, it leads to a transformation in the world. Everybody with a connection to the experience in the previous life will, on an energetic level, experience closure with the client and it may feel like a blessing to have released that burden and pain. Even if you have not been aware of it, your soul has, and a great weight can be released from your shoulders.

Our way of thinking creates our future. When we become aware of which patterns we hold on to, often governed by the past, we can also accept and forgive ourselves and others; in that way we create freedom.

Live more in the present—for we can only live in the now. You have choices. You can choose to live in the now and experience anew—or you can choose to be governed by the past. You can grow with the talents and knowledge that you have.

We invite you to take a stand for yourself and your fellow human beings here in this world.

Everything that we write comes from our innermost source—LOVE! And love can express itself in many ways. We will share some ways of expressing love that you might not associate with love, and there is a reason for that. Decisions that you have made around people in the past are demonstrated in different ways.

When you open your eyes you will see love everywhere. This statement may seem flippant with the world in its current state, but we assure you that love is, indeed, in everything. .You will understand what we mean when you have read this book.

Listen to your heart and your intuition and seek new ways in your life. What we offer you is to open your eyes to having unconditional love for yourself and all others. That is where we all come from—one and the same source of unconditional love.

Annica Frantz and Annalena Mellblom

1

Doors Open

Annalena:

My journey started in 2002 when a TV company advertised for people to participate in a new programme. They wanted to explore the possibility of past lives and if a person could experience a previous existence under hypnosis. The idea was subsequently to search for evidence that the experiences were genuine by comparing them with verifiable facts. Personally I did not believe in previous lives but was open to seeing if they might be a reality. It saddened me not to have any sense of memories from an earlier life, having heard of many others who had experienced different things that they could link to a previous existence. However, deep within me there was curiosity and a hope. To me, the thought that all there is to this life is birth, toil, food-in-waste-out and then death was utterly meaningless and I brooded at length about it.

The application form stated: ‘Do you believe in a previous life? Do you not believe in a previous life? Write a line about yourself.’

I replied that I did not believe in a previous life, having never experienced one, but that I was keen to investigate the possibility.

I was accepted for an audition and met with the regression therapist and his team. The therapist gave a thorough explanation about the project but did not say how it would work practically then finished by asking: Are you prepared to travel to a previous life?

My pulse increased a few beats as I heard myself answer: Yes.

Good he said, Let´s go…

I decided to trust the process and follow the voice of the hypnotherapist.

Whilst I was under hypnosis, a team around me recorded my responses. A camera filmed the whole session and all my accounts would later be examined. I set off on an inner journey that led me to Italy where I experienced myself as the son of a king, who could do whatever he liked.

Me—the son of a king in Italy

My thoughts wander back and forth. A wave of performance anxiety sweeps over me but in the next moment it’s gone. My body feels completely relaxed and at the same time my thoughts move backwards and forwards. The therapist has asked me to accept the first thought or emotion that arises as he poses the questions to me, not analysing the answer during the session. He then proceeds to ‘count me down’ to a previous life and asks me firmly to ‘look’ down at my feet and tell him what I see, perceive and sense.

I burst out laughing and feel a bit embarrassed over the feeling that wells up in me. There is a sense of complete power and recognition.

I see a pair of sandals on my feet. Fine sandals made of leather with straps over the top of the feet. The feet themselves are beautifully kept: a man’s long, fine feet. I am amazed to see the feet of a man but then I think no more about it.

I am wearing a long, white dress and around the waist a kind of rope which then changes into a sort of belt made of tin or some other hard material. The belt looks as if it consists of linked coins. On my head, over my long very well groomed hair, I wear a piece of black cloth that falls down a bit on the back of the neck It is kept in place by a wreath made of vine leaves. Sometimes the vine leaves also change into linked coins.

I perceive several attendants around me. There is a man who seems to be an advisor. Women, very beautiful women, are around me. They walk beside the carriage that I am sitting in. These women surround me because they belong to me and serve my whole being.

The carriage that I travel in is made of wood. The wheels, also made of wood, are big and clumsy. The carriage is drawn by oxen at a slow pace.

There is a sense that we are travelling somewhere: to a town.

As I look around I realise that we are in a commercial town. The people bow as we pass by and they offer fruit, dates, fish and plates with mussels—anything you might eat in a seaside town. Arrogantly I take an apple that is offered by an outstretched hand. I don’t grace the person offering the apple with a glance; even less show any gratitude. It is a duty to give me things when I so wish. The people have to—otherwise nasty things will happen to them. The sense of power is very tangible.

I arrive at a square in the town and here people are waiting expectantly. My advisor introduces me and I experience myself just standing there being observed. People come up to me and kiss my hand. I gaze out into nothingness. It is self-evident that I do not look subjects in the eye.

The town resembles Old Town in Stockholm; there are narrow lanes between the houses. The high-rise buildings are separated by portals of different kinds. All of the houses in this town are sand coloured. The doors and window shutters are made of different kinds of wood. The smell of fish and sea food permeates the whole town which is cramped and poor in many parts.

In my next experience I see myself going from this town to my home. We enter a courtyard where I am met by a man who embraces me joyfully. It is my father. He is a man with a hot temper but I do not feel any contempt whatsoever for him. My mother appears, beautifully dressed, and nods proudly at me.

The square of the castle is situated outside its walls. People are living in the castle walls and there are places to sleep and eat. This is also where our food is prepared and served and where our servants live. There is a well in the middle of the castle square but we do not drink that water. Our water is collected from sources in the mountains. The castle is situated high above the town. Looking out of a window you can see the town far below, by the water. There are people living in the mountains around the castle.

It becomes ever clearer that I am not the son of a king but that my father owns a part of the country and is in charge of the town that I visited earlier. We live in luxury obtained by the high taxes that are extracted from the people.

I can behave as I wish and there are no limits when it comes to women, money or power. When I point at something I get it without effort.

An important event in this life occurs when I play a game of poker. I lose everything and the arrangement is that the winner gets all my assets after my death. It does not bother me and I continue to live my life in abundance until I die.

I see myself as an elderly man on my death bed. I am well tucked up in a beautiful bed and three women sit around the bed, mourning my departure. I die during my sleep and it feels very natural, as if somehow I know what is to come.

The town goes through a shift as a new family comes into power. I have no children and it becomes clear that I also did not have a wife but enjoyed myself with many women.

The day of my death is around 1750 in Italy, in the town of Taranto. I can, from my higher Self, point out where the town is situated on a map, and in the subsequent research the name Taranto appeared as the potential town.

After I had been ‘counted out’ of the hypnosis I was asked to draw, and so I did, like never before. The pen moved by itself and images of the town appeared with many additional details that I had experienced but not talked about during the hypnosis. The picture was handed in to a team to be examined.

As I left I felt somewhat confused and a bit sceptical but very curious. Imagine if they found something that could be relevant to this amazing story, for it certainly was amazing. And if it should be true—where did all this information come from?

The regression therapist explained that all I have experienced is stored in a memory bank in my subconscious. This revelation made me eager to learn more. If it really were possible, what else could be found in this memory bank that I do not know about and which, furthermore, characterizes my present life? Here was obviously something to explore.

I went home and did not think much more about the project, but after a couple of days someone rang from the TV company and said that they wanted to see me again. The caller did not mention what had been found, if anything, but my eagerness made me hurry to see the team, who welcomed me warmly and said they wished to do another regression session with me.

I was ready—ready to travel into my memory bank to explore what else could be found there.

I experience myself as a woman, rich, beautiful, delightful and married to a man with an elevated position in the village where we live. Our house is very beautiful and there are servants. I constantly feel oppressed and there is a feeling that I am only there to increase my husband’s status.

When I am counted out of the hypnosis I feel bad about how this woman could accept living in this way, emotionally repressed and dependent on her spouse.

I could see that in my present life I did everything not to be dependent on any man and also that I made sure not to be bored and stuck in one and the same place. When I looked objectively at my present life and this earlier incarnation it struck me