30 Days of Past Life Regression - Day 6: A World Beyond This World

So often, we get caught in the idea that past life regression is limited to Earth, that the only lives we've lived are ones bound by gravity, time, and the linear rules of this physical realm.

But what if we’ve lived elsewhere?

What if some of our most formative soul memories come not from this planet… but from dimensions, timelines, and realities far beyond it?

Today, my regression didn’t take me back in time; it took me off-world.

This wasn’t new to me. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had dreams, visions, and physical visitations from a certain kind of being.

They didn’t feel like aliens in the way we’ve been taught to imagine them, not like the greys, not like anything I’d seen on TV or heard described in stories. These beings were other, but familiar. Foreign, but familial.

And they were beautiful.

Tall. Ethereal. With pale, almost luminescent skin… glowing white hair… and eyes, those eyes, impossibly blue and slightly larger than a human’s, as if they were built to see more than we do. They radiated wisdom, stillness, and something so ancient it stirred the memory of galaxies in my bones.

When I was young, I didn’t know what to call them. I just knew they were real.

Night after night, I would astral travel in my sleep, a gift I’ve carried since childhood, and I would meet with him: the boy with the blue eyes.

He was my constant companion in the astral realms. We would play, explore, create, and return to each other again and again. And as I grew older, so did he, becoming the man with the blue eyes. I never questioned our connection. It felt ancient, true, and complete.

Sometimes I would catch glimpses of his family or others from his realm. They were always tall, far over seven feet, and impossibly graceful. Their energy felt sacred. If I had to compare, I’d say they were the type of beings people may have once mistaken for angels.

For years, I never heard anyone mention anything like them.

Then one day, in my early teens, I stumbled across an article by a supposed U.S. military whistleblower, someone who claimed to have worked on secret alien contact projects. He spoke of different species the military had supposedly encountered… and one of them, he called The Tall Whites.

He included a sketch, a pale, otherworldly face with blue eyes, white hair, and features eerily similar to the beings I had always known.

I froze.

In a single moment, something inside me cracked open, not in fear, but in relief.

It was them. I hadn’t imagined it. I wasn’t alone in knowing them.

He wrote that they lived 600 to 800 years, and as they aged, their bodies didn’t decay like ours. They simply grew taller and more elongated until, one day, they collapsed and died.

Reading that, I didn’t doubt a word. My soul remembered it as fact.

As I moved deeper into my teenage years and early adulthood, my astral journeys began to fade. The veils of this world became heavier, and I began seeing the man with the blue eyes less and less.

But my heart never let him go.

In fragments, I began to remember.

That I had been one of them.That I had died young, in their terms, through some kind of sudden accident.And that in the vast stretch of his lifetime, my human existence would be no more than a brief pause.

So he waited for me.

He visited. He reminded me. He kept me company in the dark.

He helped me not forget who I truly was.

The last time I saw him was just days before I became pregnant with Ayden. Four of these beings came to me in a dream, asking me, pleading with me, to come home.

I told them I wasn’t ready.

And then… I conceived.

I haven’t seen the man with the blue eyes since.

Through regression, I remember only fragments of that lifetime, but they’re rich. I remember the way we moved between worlds with ease. The way we could feel the frequency of the stars. The way we lived in tune with not only the physical but also the spiritual, vibrational, and dimensional.

It reminds me of the movie Avatar — only deeper.

We didn’t just commune with nature… we were nature.

We didn’t just honour energy… we became energy.

This was a life far beyond Earth.

But it was no less real.

No less sacred.

No less me.

The Lesson This Life Gave Me

That life reminded me that the soul is never bound to one planet, one form, or one story.

We are not only Earth-born.

We are star-born, spirit-born, light-born.

We are woven from dimensions that stretch far beyond this world, and no matter how deeply we root into this physical life, some part of us remembers the stars.

It taught me that love doesn’t end with death. That timelines are not walls, they are rivers.

That when two souls are meant to find each other, they will, in dreams, in echoes, in the in-between.

That life showed me the heartbreak of remembering a world I could no longer touch…and the ache of knowing there is more, but being wrapped in a body that forgets.

It taught me that Earth is not a limitation, but a challenge, an invitation to remember, even here,with gravity, loss, pain, and forgetting pulling at every step.

It showed me the power of connection across lifetimes, species, and dimensions. The sacredness of those who wait for us, who walk beside us, unseen.And the truth that our spiritual family is far greater than blood and bone.

But most of all, it whispered to me:

In this lifetime, I carry that knowing.

I honour the thin places, the dreams, the synchronicities, the subtle pulls. I trust the soul nudges that don’t make sense but feel ancient. I remember that home is not always a place. Sometimes, it’s a frequency. A feeling. A being with blue eyes in the dark.

And I know now: No matter how far we stray, our soul always finds its way back to the light.

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Emma Elizabeth

www.RealmsofAlchemy.com