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@martyriamedia.bsky.socialOct 9, 2026, 3:45 PM

Ondrea spent time and money to dive deeper into the supernatural world.

Learn more at Martyria.riverside.com

#testimony #christianity #supernatural #pastliferegression #spiritguide

@jasontempinski.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 7:40 PM

First time I've run two offers together. $99 = a reading built around automatic writing I do for you beforehand. $333 = full ECHO regression, 4-5 hours. Both open through midnight 10/05. Link in bio.

What's actually on your mind right now?
#regressionhypnosis #intuitivereading #pastliferegression

@7pfltd.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 9:02 AM

Ever walked somewhere you've never been before and thought…

“I've been here.”

Or met someone for the first time and somehow felt you already knew them?

Coincidence? Imagination? Something more?

It's one of the reasons past life regression fascinates me. 🪶

#PastLifeRegression

@mddixon.bsky.socialSep 26, 2026, 1:02 AM

A soul-level intention to preserve a female bloodline’s wisdom so it stays alive in our shared human inheritance. Exploring karma, lineage, and memory.

#theshatteringplacepodcast #pastliferegression #divinefeminine #ancestry #karma #quantumhypnosis

@mddixon.bsky.socialSep 21, 2026, 12:02 AM

Can we access past lives through hypnosis—and what happens when we do? Practitioners Ali Christos and Michelle Dixon dive into a full 2-hour session uncovering past lives and higher self wisdom. Out now!

#theshatteringplacepodcast #qhht #quantumhypnosis #pastliferegression #higherself #newepisode

@arachnereid.bsky.socialSep 14, 2026, 5:18 AM

#month = #moon
#WIPsnips
#reincarnation
#pastlives
#pastliferegression

One afternoon, they lay in his low bed, cradled by the earthen walls. She closed her eyes. Another life, hundreds of years past, flashed in her memory. As if it had happened just moons ago. “Oh! I remember another one!” Niwa sat up, holding Ukiuor’s hand in hers. He studied her face, tickling his fingers on her arm. “We were pale. Poor. In the southern… Appalachian? Mountains. I had to leave you. My wife. To fight the rich men’s war. To ‘protect ourselves from the power-hungry North’.”