THE DRAGON AND THE WITCH

Quantum Hypnosis and Decoding Personality in the Current Life

This time, the client of the Quantum Hypnosis session was a young woman on the cusp of adulthood. She was in a six-year relationship that had naturally progressed toward marriage. Yet, despite the beautiful connection she shared with her partner, there were lingering moments when she felt entirely content living in solitude. She couldn’t quite grasp why she was expected to marry, bear children, or why society functioned the way it did. She possessed a sharp, almost empathic ability to sense the emotions of others, yet she remained fundamentally indifferent to them. Recently, she had also been experiencing precognitive dreams—including vivid dreams involving energy work alongside a specific friend.

After reading my case studies and guidelines on when to seek a past-life regression, she spent a few months in deep reflection before finally deciding to book a session. This particular journey did not flow seamlessly from start to finish. I had to guide her through several repetitions of certain memories to fully unearth the hidden links within her subconscious mind. Some profound breakthroughs only crystallized after she returned home and integrated the experience. The following narrative has been edited for clarity and flow.

THE STORY BEGINS: THE ALCHEMIST IN WHITE

At the onset of the trance, she found herself inside a wooden house with a high, sloping roof. The interior was completely hollow and silent. She wore a long white garment, walked barefoot, and possessed unusually pale skin—unlike anyone else. In this state, she had no distinct awareness of being male or female.

Suddenly, another timeline briefly took over before we were pulled back to investigate this mysterious life further.

Returning to a different scene within that same wooden house, her identity became clearer. She was a young girl clad in a long white robe, walking barefoot. Everything about her was stark white—her hair, her eyebrows, her eyelashes, and her hauntingly pale skin. She looked to be around 12 or 13 years old, yet her energy felt ancient, as if she had inhabited that small frame for centuries. Surrounding her were middle-aged women dressed entirely in black, busily brewing medicines. While she held no political power over them, they followed her precise instructions to create these elixirs. The complex formulas were second nature to her, etched into her soul without ever being taught.

Her existence was a repetitive cycle, confined entirely to this alchemy—neither happy nor sad, completely detached and emotionless. The atmosphere was eerie, though not dark. As time wore on, the women in black grew old and died one by one. The house grew increasingly desolate, yet her appearance never aged; she remained trapped in the body of a young girl. Finally, after what felt like a century, she decided it was enough. Sitting by the window, she let her entire physical form dissolve into ash, dusting the quiet furniture of the house.

THE DRAGON’S COMPACT

To find the origin of this strange soul incarnation, I guided her back to the day of her birth in that lifetime. She saw a beautiful, elderly woman standing on a rocky ledge, holding a newborn baby. The woman handed the infant to a man with a horse-drawn cart, who transported the child to the wooden house to be raised by the women in black.

As for why they were so fiercely dedicated to brewing these potions, she watched the finished elixirs being loaded onto the same horse-drawn cart. The driver took them straight to a grand castle, delivering them to a powerful, sharp, and breathtakingly beautiful matriarch. To her surprise, this mistress of the castle was the exact same woman from the rocky cliff. However, on the mountain, she had appeared decrepit and ancient, whereas upon receiving the elixir, she transformed into a youthful beauty.

Even after the girl chose to dissolve into ash after a century of existence, the mistress of the castle lived on.

We looped back once more to the exact day of her birth to uncover the root cause. This time, she witnessed the elderly mistress negotiating a dark pact with a massive, winged dragon covered in brown, horned scales. Following their agreement, the dragon summoned its remaining life force to lay a single, transparent egg containing a human baby. The effort completely drained the majestic creature, and it died just a few days later.

When she asked her Higher Self why she was shown this specific past life, the overarching message was simple yet profound: To learn to love more.

DECODING THE KARMIC CONNECTIONS

At the time, several mysteries remained: Why did a dragon manifest a human child inside an egg? Why was the girl indebted to brew youth elixirs for the castle’s mistress? And how did “learning to love more” tie into all of this?

The answers did not arrive during the session itself, but unfolded the following morning after a night of deep sleep, as her subconscious fully integrated the quantum healing data.

In truth, she was the dragon. She was the absolute last of her kind. The mistress of the castle was a powerful witch. In a desperate bid to ensure her species’ survival through a human vessel, the dragon had struck a deal with the witch. In exchange for the witch sheltering her new incarnation, the dragon’s human form had to serve her eternally, brewing the elixirs of youth. However, after decades of forced alchemy, the girl realized this codependent life was utterly meaningless, prompting her to consciously choose death. Furthermore, because a fire dragon had traded away its fiery essence to become human, her physical body in that lifetime had manifested as pale, cold, and weak.

This extraordinary past-life memory perfectly decodes her current personality traits: her fierce independence, her feeling of not needing anyone, and her tendency to perceive the emotions of others while remaining completely detached. Her soul had brought forward the coping mechanisms of an isolated, dying species. Therefore, her spiritual reminder in this lifetime is to break down those walls and learn to love unconditionally.

As a fascinating side note, the man with the horse-drawn cart from her past life turned out to be the exact same friend who currently appears in her dreams, with whom she conducts energy work.

A LUNAR CONCLUSION

You can choose to perceive this narrative as a literal past life or simply a profound metaphor conjured by the mind. As for me, I firmly believe that humans still need fairy tales and myths to grow. Everything remains entirely real until the moment we stop believing in it. Yet, the core lessons embedded within these cosmic myths retain their value until our final breath. And who knows? When we finally cross over and return to the Source, we might just realize that these fairy tales were completely real all along. ^^