Wednesday Wisdom

“You’re not merely your physical self. You existed before you came into your physical body, and you will exist after you leave your body” Dr Brian Weiss MD, Healing the Mind & Spirit Cards


For some, it has been a difficult week for grief.

People die and are gone. We feel the loss of connection deeply. We wonder “Who are we now, that they are gone?” and we know that life will never be the same.

For some, religion brings comfort, but others are lost in a sea of not-knowingness, overwhelmed by feelings of deep loss, yearning to be with love ones once again.

And for those of us who are science-minded, what is our evidence that life exists beyond? How can we pursue that evidence, when we are so deeply fearful that is does not, in fact, exist. What is it all about? Why are we here?

In his scientific observations of the laws of physics, Albert Einstein said “No energy is ever lost.” Water evaporates, rises invisibly, joins into cloud formations and then when conditions are right, falls to the planet. Rain becomes lakes, streams and rivers before it evaporates again.

My clients describe to me being reunited with loved ones in past lives and between lives, and the fear lifts from their shoulders. We are more than our physical bodies.

I recommend the book “Heading Toward Omega” by Kenneth Ring for those wanting to investigate the science further. It is a place to begin with your questions.


Trained to be a Past-life Regression Therapist by Dr Brian Weiss MD, author of ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’, Anne Marie McGlasson shares his wisdom and teachings in this weekly post. Find out more about Dr Brian Weiss here…

I am a Psychotherapist. I help people know better and do better… I am a Past-life Therapist. I help people discover themselves beyond the here-and-now… I am a Hypnotherapist I help people harmonise their conscious, subconscious and higher consciousness… I am a Reiki Teacher. I help people access deep states of peace and knowingness… Can I help you?” Anne Marie McGlasson


Lessons in love…

“Instead of worrying about specific outcomes and results, just do the right thing. Reach out unselfishly and with love.” Brian Weiss

A mask of grief overlaid her pretty face, and mascara stained her pretty cheeks. She appealed to me with desperate wet-washed eyes to support her belief in love.

She just made a mistake, she said. She married the wrong man, she said. She had tricked herself into believing it was true love, or he had tricked her into believing it was true love, but she knew that her Prince Charming was waiting for her. Somewhere over the horizon was the man she would live happily ever after with – thoughts that kept her strong during the dying throes of a doomed relationship – kept her strong to care for the children.

“I know I will find him,” she said. “I think he may even be in my life right now. When I find my soul mate my life will be simple and filled with love.”


Image: Paris, Luca de Luca, 2016

She was right… and she was wrong.

“Our lessons in this earth school must be learned by our hearts, at the deepest levels.” Brian Weiss

“Oh honey!” I thought. “What can I tell you? Your soul mate is always going to bring you your greatest challenges.” Then I poured all the love in my heart into the bond between us.


Anne Marie McGlasson is a published author, psychotherapist and clinical hypnotherapist specialising in Past Life Therapy (trained by Dr Brian Weiss, MD of ‘Many Lives, Many Masters’). Also a Reiki 7A Therapist and Reiki 3B Master-Teacher, she uses a holistic eclectic approach to ignite hope, purpose and belongingness, and believes we are all deeply connected.

Soul mate… with four legs

“Be the person your dog thinks you are.” JW Stephens

When I met her, she fit in the palm of my hand… so tiny, so perfect.

“I’m not sure what is going to happen,” said the breeder. We sat together in the cosy warmth of her farmhouse kitchen, the steam from our teacups humbly rising to the heavens, as she explained to me the ins-and-outs of Border Terriers.

“Her mother, Lizzie, didn’t do very well with her last litter. She could probably be described as neurotic. She refuses to eat, and she just won’t lie down for the puppies to suckle. She runs out the door when she can and is never in a hurry to come back to them. It’s not normal. On top of that, she is particularly rebellious if it is a man asking her to do something.”

Boy, could I sympathise! Challenges with mothering… check! Cranky at men telling me what to do… check! Desperately wanting to run away from the responsibility of it all… check! check! I had a marriage on the rocks, two traumatised children and something had to change…

So I went looking for someone to help me keep my dreams alive…

And I found this a sleepy little bundle of warmth and hope.

I tapped into the energy that was singing in my body and I gave it to her. She was so tiny. I drew symbol after symbol and laid them over her little body like a mother covering her child with a blanket. I held her to my heart so she could hear it beating. I let the strength of my life force be her guide.

“Three puppies were born, but two weren’t hardy. The little boy has already died and I’m so sorry, but this little girl is not looking strong either. She may not live. We’ll know in the next day.”

She latched onto my thumb and started to suckle. She wanted to live.

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Image: Cricket by Chandler Meakins, 2011


Truth saying and story telling

“I hope people realize that Past LIfe Regression Therapy works” Bhavi, 2015

Writing the story of ‘Bhavi and me’ took months.

I wasn’t ready.

The magic, the transformation of the experience was so powerful… so sacred that I could only sit with the truth of it. It was some months before I was ready to re-live the experience and find the words that would do it justice.

Bhavi gave me permission to write and share our story from the very first moment. “You should share our experience with Brian and Carole (Weiss). I am happy for you to do that. People may learn from it.” She said, as we walked out into the summer sunshine… together after 500 years.

Every time I looked at her, tears welled up in joy and gratitude. It was automatic. It was a reaction unconnected to my conscious brain. More than anything else, it was this inexplicable welling up of love for a beloved stranger that confirmed this experience as real.

“Emotions never lie.” I reminded myself. “Emotions are the bridge to spiritual truth.” When I left Omega to come home to Australia, the awful pain of separation was like leaving one of my children behind.

And later, when I suggested sharing our story more widely, Bhavi repeated “You should do it” and sent me kisses via WhatsApp.


Image: Bleeding Hearts 2, by Lauren Burbank at free

Some of you may have been wondering whether the stories I have been sharing are fictional. My purpose in sharing these stories has been to entertain, engage and yes! to educate. To open your hearts and minds to greater possibilities. They are all true.

And as Seth Godin suggests and was my intention… Never be boring.

The truth is… you are immortal.

The truth is… we are all connected.

The truth is… we are re-united with our souls mates again and again.


Past Life Regression Therapy training

I love the beginning of workshops and conferences. The hushed expectation – people finding seats in a dance of mystery that places together the people who have natural synchronicity, whether they like it or not. And when the workshop has been organised with full support from the teachers who reside on the higher sub-plane of the mental plane, then miracles are in the air.

I was still bemused by my morning meditation. The image had been quite clear in spite of my way of perceiving things. My feel-sense-see way of doing things showed me a crystal palace of the most beautiful and colourful hues radiating the purest of energies and floating over the top of the hall. It was a promise of wonderful things to come. It was something I could trust.

All my senses were heightened and I was glad that I was staying at Omega, at the workshop venue. From years of meditation and Reiki and experiences in the desert, I was quite aware that I was in a heightened state. I gave myself full permission to do exactly what I felt inclined to, and not worry that I may be too vague to connect well socially. I was grateful not to have to navigate roads and cars. Putting one foot in front of the other and not falling over was enough for me to be content.

Breakfast with Bhavi and friends had been a pleasant social occasion and I was happily scooped up into the group walk from the dining hall to the workshop. To my Southern Australian eyes, it was all so green and lush. Each footstep was a celebration of life. The summer humidity nurtured plants and animals alike – the wild ones quite unselfconsciously helped themselves to the organic vegetables in the garden.


Image: Groundhog, Anne Marie McGlasson, 2015

“Please sit with us.” said Bhavi, and I found myself sandwiched comfortably between two Indian women. The room was a kaleidoscope of people of different cultures and accents, everyone finding their place and finding themselves, centreing themselves in their experience, and locating the connections past, present and future.

“OK” I thought, taking note. “It could be an Indian past life that is important.”

I was under no illusions that my conscious mind had any say in it at all. After all, I had gone to the experiential workshop with Brian and Carole Weiss in Coolum (QLD) the year before. At the end of my time as an adult educator, my conscious intention was to learn new work skills. But what actually occurred threw me into a positive healing trajectory that was entirely personal.

I knew that I could not predict whatever was about to occur…



“Success comes when you… surround yourself with nice people” Will.I.Am, Joanna Lumley talks to Will.I.Am, 2015

“North Adelaide is such a pretty suburb… big homes on small blocks oozing old-fashioned opulence… great modern architecture… big footpaths…”

I entertained myself with a stream of consciousness, feeling very fair that I was giving North Adelaide equal chance to charm me as a business locale. “Glenelg does have the ocean on the doorstep and an art gallery across the road, with people joyously throwing paint on canvas, but let’s see what’s here… is this a better business proposition?”

And then I discovered a blackboard enticingly inscribed “Steak, caramelized onion and rosemary pie $6.50.” Hello, Achilles heel, boutique meat pies for under $10. Surely it was lunch time! AND I could add a sumptuous salad. What’s not to like!

“Go, North Adelaide! This is where I am going to have lunch every day.”

It was calm inside Butterfingers. Staff were preparing for the lunch trade with quiet focus. I was feeling loquacious (and that’s my 4 syllable word done for the day!)

“I have been looking for rooms for my new business. What do you think about clinical rooms in North Adelaide?” I asked the nice young server.

After a considered and thoughtful response about driving through town at peak hour and whether doctors were ready to refer to a holistic therapist, she gave me my table number….

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Image: Butterfingers café, North Adelaide, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015 

It was the number of the address at Glenelg…

Decision made.

I got an instant fit of the giggles.

PS The pie was perfect, the salad yummy and the coffee was G-O-O-O- O-O-D! I am not mentioning the celebratory gluten-free brownie! What is better than nice people? Nice people who can cook.

PPS Story told with staff permission… and yes! I paid for my meal.


The hunt continues…


Travelling across town, I realized that rooms in North Adelaide meant 3 things – no ocean, traffic lights, and peak hour traffic through town to get to work.

“No biggie” I encouraged myself. “I have done it before and travelled further.”

“OK, so there is the building… I LOVE THAT BUILDING… and there would be… no parking… for me… or clients!” I was late to meet the (very agreeable) real estate agent. The first park I found was a 10 minute walk around the corner, but hey! the jacarandas were glorious.

Mental note 1: <projection> Angry, stressed, apologetic clients arrive in my rooms cranky as no parking was available, thereby wasting the first 10-15 minutes of the session and creating a culture where appointments run chronically overtime.

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Image: Gorgeous building, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

What can I say? The building was to die for. The environment was clinical with lots of medical doctors doing their thing. Each space had a reception area with a busy administrator and lots of colour coded files. My first model for business, before my initial plan had gone belly up, was to offer my services to North Adelaide doctors as the answer to stress for their chronically ill patients. Doctors care about their patients, right? Would they take to a holistic therapist not just on their doorstep, but inside the building? This would be a return to my original business model.

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Images: North Adelaide rooms, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015

Mental note 2: <taking notes> My room was a blank canvas. There were toilets, a kitchen and a reception area. The room was a great size for me – good for individual clients and perfect for teaching Reiki in small groups. The rate was similar to the rooms at Glenelg, but I would – pay more – have 24/7 access.

“A bit of a pity about the no parking and the bars on the windows overlooking other people’s cars.” I mused. “Hmmmm…. No natural light.”

“Ok. So apart from the central location, the lotus pond and the stained glass window entrance… what has this property got to offer?”

Mental note 3: <cue> Walk down the street and ponder…


A story to remind you that magic happens – Part 2

“From an early age my mother taught me to honour female relationships. You have a choice: you can support the woman standing next to you or you can compete with her.” Kate Hudson, Marie Claire, May 2015*


“Ok, so apart from the 10 minutes to leave the school area after dropping off Dino-boy this is an easy trip. All the other traffic is heading TO town. I love driving against the traffic to work. Points in favour of having rooms at Glenelg.” I mused on the way to the first inspection. I was already cataloguing the advantages and hoping for a drop-dead sign from the higher realms to indicate my best choice. “I can walk on the beach for daily exercise. I could try out that yoga studio… and the room sure looks pretty in the photos.”

Just down the street, I found plentiful parking in a 3 hour parking zone – no ticket required. “Another plus… client parking is taken care of.”

“Now for the interview. Remember ‘What can you do for me?’ not “How do I make this work?’” I reminded myself to park my easygoing nature at the kerb with the car.

Lisa was genuine and welcoming. She described a cooperative of women working to support each other start and develop their businesses. She explained how one woman started business by chatting with people in local cafes. (I can do that! Supergirl and Princess complain when I chat to randoms on the street but it looked like my abundant personality was just about to become an asset.) Lisa offered to help me with cross-referrals too (how amazing!) and then gave me the exact weekly rental figure I wanted for the 2 days I wanted. After that, she explained the rooms were “all full up”.

Lisa told me more about who was working there, and I recognized someone I knew. I had given her a job a few years ago, and now on top of everything else she was a yoga instructor. “Maybe she could teach me yoga.”

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Image: Rooms at Gleneg, Eshe Counselling advertisement 2015

I walked away promising to let Lisa know today, right after my inspection of Property 2. I The only down-side to the room was the stairs. People with mobility issues were going to struggle.

I had a bit of time before the next inspection. “How about I just go for a wander and explore the locale?” I coached myself, “and a drink of water would be great about now.”

I walked to the corner, turned right and spied the first garment inside the dress store. It was a shirt the exact style of perfect green I had envisioned in my head to wear to work…


* Quote read the day before Inspection 1 while waiting for an appointment.


A story to remind you that magic happens – Part 1

I stared at the screen in horror. It was Sunday night. My first client was booked in for Wednesday afternoon… and the rooms I had been promised were now unavailable.

It was a polite email, even an apologetic email, but the handshake agreement would not be honoured. My fledgling business was no competition for the better offer that had been received.

I was numb. I had time before my brain started a fear-based freak-out, to remind myself that “when a door closes, a window opens… and everything turns out for the best… yada yada…” (you know the drill!) That started my ‘til-midnight search for new rooms. Thank goodness for the internet!

When I tore myself away, I had 2 serious contenders – a shared holistic therapy space in beach-side Glenelg, and a clinical office space in central North Adelaide – both gorgeous old buildings with old world charm and perfect for different reasons.

I went to bed and took a leaf out of Doreen Virtue’s book – I made a serious request for help with decision making and opportunities – and that’s when the magic started!

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Image: Front door, Anne Marie McGlasson 2015


“These lessons are necessary…”

The voice that just moments before had been full of joy and the mischief of fun, was now warm with regret and sorrow. This liquid voice that bridged the distance between the physical plane and the highest sub-plane of the mental pane, and thousands of kilometers, to be in 2 places at the same time and bring healing and comfort. He was so sorry that this was the way it was. He could intimately feel the pain and suffering these lessons had caused. Even in these most difficult of circumstances, his generousity of spirit and outpouring of love gently surrounded my friend. He asked me to tell him “I have your back.” I wept for my friend. He so deserved the love and wisdom being offered to him.


Image: Pots by Inkstewer, DeviantArt

“Why are these lessons necessary?” Such a hard question to answer and the difficulty lies not with the answer but that the words must only be accompanied by love and understanding. I had been told only hours before “Teach only love.” I was struggling with my own lessons. This spiritual friend of my friend brought comfort to both of us.

“Why are these lessons necessary?” So often the illusions of the (Western) physical world we live in leads us astray with its false illusions. Illusions like “Your mission is to be happy and abundant and live a perfect life right now. If you are not happy and abundant and living a perfect life then you are a failure.”, “Suffering is senseless and indicates you are defective.”, “To be defective is wrong and shameful”, and “Never give up fighting against your defectiveness.”

“Why are these lessons necessary?” They are necessary because they teach us. They point us forward towards our future work. They help us raise our spiritual vibration and increase our spiritual momentum. These are initiations. Embedded within each lesson are the tools and strategies to survive and (eventually) thrive. Unfortunately we aren’t given a handy reference manual. We must be willing to grasp the most painful experiences with both hands and all the courage in our hearts. We have each other, and we have friends who see things from a higher vantage point.

And the only way though it… is to go forward.

“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.” M. Scott Peck