What My Past-Life clients say:
Dino DiMuro
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My wife Julie was injured in a car crash, and then spent more than a year on life-support until she finally died. After she died, I was in despair for months. I came to Stephanie to help me lose weight, which I did – I lost 30 pounds – but then she suggested I do a Past-Life Regression so I could let go of some troubling emotions.
I regressed to a life where I saw myself looking out over a clear blue horizon, and I knew I was in ancient Greece. I was a man, and could feel my robes and saw my sandals. Then I recognized Julie, only she was a handsome young man, whom I loved and respected deeply. I understood at once that this young man was my teacher in that lifetime. And that allowed me to understand why my own relationship with my dead wife had been so turbulent, passionate, and frustrating – I was her student, and I didn’t like it one bit! It left me feeling so much love and gratitude for my dead wife, and it gave me a bigger understanding of perhaps why she died. The knowingness that love is all that mattered between us helped my journey toward healing.
Karen Lee, 57, artist, photographer, teacher.
When Stephanie regressed me, I was a French man, living in the mid 1800s. I’m a successful artist, I’m in my studio. I have a large country home, but a busy, busy household. I have a wife whom I adore, and so many kids, and I love them all, and I want to be with them – but I’m so frustrated, because all I seem to want to do is paint! And I can’t paint because I love my family and love living so much.
After experiencing that lifetime, I realized why I chose not to have children in this lifetime, although I love children, and teach children’s art classes now.
We did a second regression, where I’m in Poland, and I’m a teenager listening to the radio about the German invasion. We can’t believe this can be happening. I’m from a Jewish, educated, very prosperous family, but I wind in a concentration camp, but in the concentration camp, I teach children to draw in the dirt – I teach them to create beauty where there is none. Now I understand why I’ve always felt deeply connected to all children who died in the Holocaust, because, as it turns out, I was one of them!
Dino DiMuro
recordings@aol.com
My wife Julie was injured in a car crash, and then spent more than a year on life-support until she finally died. After she died, I was in despair for months. I came to Stephanie to help me lose weight, which I did – I lost 30 pounds – but then she suggested I do a Past-Life Regression so I could let go of some troubling emotions.
I regressed to a life where I saw myself looking out over a clear blue horizon, and I knew I was in ancient Greece. I was a man, and could feel my robes and saw my sandals. Then I recognized Julie, only she was a handsome young man, whom I loved and respected deeply. I understood at once that this young man was my teacher in that lifetime. And that allowed me to understand why my own relationship with my dead wife had been so turbulent, passionate, and frustrating – I was her student, and I didn’t like it one bit! It left me feeling so much love and gratitude for my dead wife, and it gave me a bigger understanding of perhaps why she died. The knowingness that love is all that mattered between us helped my journey toward healing.
Karen Lee, 57, artist, photographer, teacher.
When Stephanie regressed me, I was a French man, living in the mid 1800s. I’m a successful artist, I’m in my studio. I have a large country home, but a busy, busy household. I have a wife whom I adore, and so many kids, and I love them all, and I want to be with them – but I’m so frustrated, because all I seem to want to do is paint! And I can’t paint because I love my family and love living so much.
After experiencing that lifetime, I realized why I chose not to have children in this lifetime, although I love children, and teach children’s art classes now.
We did a second regression, where I’m in Poland, and I’m a teenager listening to the radio about the German invasion. We can’t believe this can be happening. I’m from a Jewish, educated, very prosperous family, but I wind in a concentration camp, but in the concentration camp, I teach children to draw in the dirt – I teach them to create beauty where there is none. Now I understand why I’ve always felt deeply connected to all children who died in the Holocaust, because, as it turns out, I was one of them!