I remembered a lifetime where love was a way of living. Food was grown with love. Clothing was made from flowers—I wore a beautiful white shimmering dress I adored. There was trust in everyone and everything. We used intuition for all decisions. Doors were always open.
Random acts of kindness abounded.
I taught heart chakra meditation and I loved my job spreading love to the stars. Spirit guides lovingly helped us in our daily lives. Angels were sometimes spotted. The architecture merged lovingly with the nature around it. Everything about it was loving. People were happy to focus on the positive, it was a way of living.
During the regression, I cried the most because I miss living this way.
It felt like Heaven.