30 Days of Past Life Regression - Day 7: When Things Go Right...They Go Wrong.

Over the past several days, I have touched into some lighter past life experiences. They carried joy, play, and glimmers of wonder. But today, I felt called into something deeper—into the lifetimes that left a mark on my soul. The ones that, even now, seem to echo through the moments where I feel stuck, uncertain, or inexplicably blocked.

Today, I wanted to explore what might be at the root of the resistance I sometimes feel when trying to create success in this life. Because I know I have done the work. I have shown up, aligned, visualised, and trusted. And still, some things don’t seem to shift.

That is when I know it is time to look beneath the surface of this lifetime and ask: where did this begin?

As I opened the channel, a memory surfaced. It took me back to a life that stretched between Scotland and France.

I was born in Scotland into a moderately wealthy family. We were not nobility, but we were comfortable. We had fires in the hearth, fresh bread in the kitchen, and music on certain evenings. I had a brother who was not quite two years older than me. He was my closest companion. We had everything we needed, and we knew love. Life was simple and full.

That all changed when I was seven years old. Our parents were killed in a sudden, tragic accident. I remember the silence that followed the heavy, cold stillness that entered the house when their absence became real. There was no one to care for us, and soon, strange men came to seize the house and take us to an orphanage.

My brother had heard stories about those orphanages. They were dark and cruel places. Many children died there, and those who did not were often subjected to horrific abuse. Without hesitation, he decided we would run. And so we did.

We survived on the streets. We begged. We stole food. My brother found odd jobs, filthy and dangerous tasks that adults refused, so they paid a penny for children to do them instead. We worked in brothels, on docks, in back alleys and ships. Nothing was too dirty. It was survival.

We quickly learned how to become excellent pickpockets. We bartered well, and people liked us. We had charm and energy and an undeniable drive. We made people laugh and feel comfortable, and in return, they taught us things. By the time I was twelve, we had secured our first real jobs as lower crew mates on a trading ship that sailed between the UK and France.

Life aboard the ship felt freeing. It was hard work, but we belonged there. We learned to trade, to speak, to read people’s intentions and seal deals. The crew liked us. They took us under their wings. Over time, they taught us how to barter, how to buy low and sell high, and how to build relationships that lasted.

We were good, too good, perhaps. The ship owner noticed and promoted us to salespeople for his operation. We brought in enormous profits, and he began to reward us generously. But my brother, ever cautious, refused to spend what we earned. He saved every coin, building something for us that we could not yet see.

Years passed, and when we had saved enough, we launched our own business. We began to buy and sell wine, whiskey, and other brews, travelling between France and the UK. People already knew our names, and they trusted us. Our business took off quickly. We were liked, respected, and successful.

Eventually, we earned enough to buy a beautiful home in France. We built a solid foundation. We were no longer scraping by, we were thriving.

Then one day, a man approached us with an offer. He wanted to partner with us and promised expansion and wealth beyond anything we could reach on our own. It sounded like a dream, and we jumped at the opportunity.

It was a scam.

He took everything, our stock, our savings, and our trust. Just when we had begun to relax into the beauty of what we had created, it was ripped away. Again.

We lost the business, the house, and nearly our hope. But we had been through worse. We knew how to build. So we started again.

We worked ourselves to the bone. We barely slept. We poured ourselves into our new venture, a different kind of trade, one with smaller margins but greater independence. Slowly, we rebuilt.

Around this time, we both met people who stirred something new in our hearts. My brother married first, a lovely French woman. I followed not long after, marrying a kind and steady man from Scotland. Though I felt the ache of being separated from my brother, the arrangement worked well. One of us remained in France, the other in Scotland, and our business continued to grow from both locations.

I gave birth to a daughter not long after. She was the light of my life. Our home was full of love. My husband was good to me. The business was doing well, and we had everything we had once only dreamed of.

Then the sickness came.

A fast-spreading illness swept across the land. My daughter became sick first. Then my husband. I did everything I could, but I could not save them. I buried them both within weeks of each other.

It broke something inside me.

At the same time, my brother lost his wife and child. Grief consumed him. He began drinking heavily, gambling away what little we had left, and slowly destroying the business we had worked so hard to rebuild.

He eventually returned to Scotland, but he was no longer the brother I had known. The light in him was gone. He died not long after, sick, hopeless, and alone.

Without him, I could not manage the business on my own. I tried, but every door seemed to close. I struggled just to feed myself. Within five years, my own body gave in. I died poor, alone, and deeply tired.

The Pattern This Life Left Behind

This lifetime left me with a heavy imprint, a deep belief that just when things start going well, they will be taken away.

Every time I began to feel safe or successful, something devastating would strike. That repeated trauma created a soul-level belief that success is dangerous, that love cannot be trusted, and that peace is always fleeting.

This belief is still inside me. It whispers that joy is temporary, that success will lead to loss, and that no matter how hard I work, something will come and pull it all away again.

In this lifetime, I sometimes feel the echo of that story. I notice myself hesitating when things begin to go well. I feel the tightness in my chest when abundance arrives. I wait, unknowingly, for the moment it will all disappear.

How I Heal This Now – With Tools That Actually Work

That deep-rooted belief, that when things get good, something bad will come, didn’t just vanish because I noticed it. Awareness is important, but it’s not enough.

To actually change it, I had to speak to the part of me that created it — my subconscious. That’s where this fear has lived for lifetimes.

The subconscious doesn’t respond to logic. It responds to emotion, repetition, and imagery. It listens when something feels real. That’s why just “thinking positive” doesn’t work, your body needs to feel safe, and your nervous system needs to learn that joy isn’t a trap.

So here’s what I’ve been doing, and what I recommend to anyone who wants to shift a deep-rooted story, whether it’s from this life or another:

🔹 1. Subconscious Reprogramming (Daily) Every day, I spend 5–10 minutes repeating new, empowering beliefs out loud or while listening to brainwave music that puts me in a theta state (this is the state your brain is in right before sleep or right after waking — when the subconscious is most open).

🔹 2. Past Life Regression + Inner Child Healing I revisit the moments in my past lives where the belief began and give that version of me what she needed — protection, support, someone to say “you are safe now.”Combining this with inner child work has been transformational. These parts of us don’t vanish — they need to be seen, soothed, and reintegrated.

🔹 3. Nervous System Work (Real Embodiment) The body must learn that success doesn’t lead to danger. I practise this through:

• Cold exposure (like cold showers to teach my body to stay calm through intensity)

• Breathwork to regulate when I feel upper limits creeping in

• Grounding practices like walking barefoot, humming, or placing my hand on my heart while affirming new truths
  

🔹 4. Future Self Visualisation I see myself in the life I want — not just daydreaming, but feeling the emotions as if it’s happening right now. The subconscious doesn’t know the difference between a vividly imagined experience and a real one, so I use this to rehearse success until it feels familiar. And what’s familiar… becomes what we allow.

🔹 5. Community + Consistency I don’t do this work alone. Whether it’s with a coach, healer, circle, or accountability partner, staying consistent is what makes the change stick. Healing happens faster when we are witnessed and supported.

These tools are backed by science, and more importantly, by real transformation, mine and so many others.

This is how I’m changing the story. This is how I’m rewriting the rules my soul once believed. And if this resonates, it’s how you can too.

You don’t have to lose something to prove you’re worthy of receiving it. You’re already worthy. Now let your body and mind catch up with that truth.

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Your story is waiting to be remembered.

Emma Elizabeth

www.RealmsofAlchemy.com