NORDYKE ON THE BATTLEFIELD
My client Chelsea was afraid to go back to the lifetime on the battlefield...However after several months of building up her internal strength and overcoming her fears she was willing to take a chance and look at it.
“The door I encountered was again the rough granite door, but this time it had a thin iron handle and opened inward. I stepped into this life and was wearing tall black rubbery leather (but very tight) boots that went almost to my knees. I had on very dirty white pants (basically brown with dirt), a white or dirty white shirt, and a blue coat with big brass buttons and gold tasseled shoulder decorations. I was tall and had medium brown wavy hair. I had a triangular-shaped hat. The year was approximately 1748 or 1749. My name started with an N, and was something similar to Nordyke. As for location, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I was looking at a map of Europe and knew that I was to the right of Spain and directly below the United Kingdom – in the general area of France.
I was sitting on my horse, looking down into a valley where there was a horrible battle going on. The enemy was swarming into the valley from over a hill behind them, and descending upon my dwindling regiment. I felt like the last of this regiment were not ordinary soldiers – some were other officers that were forced by circumstance to fight in the frontlines. A few of them, about three or four of them, were good friends of mine. We identified earlier that at least two of them are now in my current life (one is now my sister and the other a close friend). I was here because this was an important battle and the captain that had previously been in charge here had made some very poor decisions. I was the top in command, a general or equivalent, and decided to come here to rectify the situation personally because it was such a pivotal battle in the war. I was very good at what I did (others regarded me as a genius in my field, and apparently I did as well) and I felt that the only way the situation would be corrected properly was to do it myself.
I was sitting atop my horse and surveying the valley where the battle was going on, desperately trying to find a way to fix the situation. I was angry because there weren’t nearly enough men available here, and I needed more men at our post to go out to the countryside behind us and try to rally up some local militiamen. I was supposed to have a few assistants, captains and colonels at my side at all times to carry out my orders, but there were none available. We were vastly outnumbered and I certainly couldn’t abandon my post to ride out in the countryside myself. I knew at that point that we were going to lose the war, but I couldn’t allow those thoughts to overtake me, and most importantly, couldn’t allow my men to see my fear. I couldn’t risk losing my authority by succumbing to fear, or risk instilling more fear in these men. Suddenly, the enemy rolled a line of large cannons over the opposite hill from where they were advancing, and began firing. The range was unusually long, and reached across the valley to our post on the opposite hill. Our main post was under attack. I rode back across the hilltop overlooking the valley toward our command post, basically abandoning my regiment. When I got there, the remaining men were scattering off into the woods and countryside. They were simply cooks and attendants, but still sorely needed at this time. I rode amongst them shouting, commanding them to return to their posts and calling them all idiots and fools as they continued to run. There was nothing I could do now to maintain the integrity of our post, with the last of my force running off into the wilderness. Now I too was in danger of being maimed by a cannonball, and rode quickly back to my previous station above the valley. When I got there, I was shocked to see the vast majority of my regiment was dead.
A small group of about 7 or 8 was still holding strong, but they were outnumbered and surrounded. As they were killed, one by one, it was done slowly and torturously. The moment was particularly painful for me because I was witnessing the brutal slaughter and torture of some very good friends of mine, as well as the end of the war. I knew I would most likely suffer a similar fate, although I could not simply abandon them in hope of escaping. I was furious at myself for abandoning them in the first place to attend to the post as it was demolished. I felt like a failure to my friends and my country, and I never forgave myself for that. If only I had stayed nearby, perhaps I could have found an alternative at least to my friends’ torture and death. I was later captured and imprisoned, although not put to death. I was released from prison a few years later for some reason, and spent the rest of my life alone thinking about what I had done.
At this point, I was offered the choice to go back in that lifetime and handle the same situation differently based on the newly acquired information. So decided to go back to the time when I initially heard about the problem with this regiment and its captain’s inadequacies, and when I began making plans to travel there. Instead of just gathering what I personally needed, I decided to set aside my pride and ask for some assistance. I had two other captains and their regiments join me, and three other regiments post themselves on the way and within no more than half a day’s ride. We had adequate numbers and were able to put up a wonderful resistance. By the end of the first day, we had overwhelmed them and they began to retreat. I knew that the second day would bring our victory. I felt a tremendous feeling of strength and success, and knew that I had made the right decision.
Dominique then asked if I, as Nordyke, would like to impart some advice to Chelsea and her current life and situation in 2005, which I was happy to do. I told Chelsea that I had learned that a great leader is not simply one who is good at what he or she does, but one that is able to honestly assess his weaknesses along with his strengths. In making any decision, it is important to first pinpoint one’s weaknesses, and sincerely evaluate the potential for failure due to these weaknesses. In my circumstance, I was able to pinpoint my pride as being a probable negative influence to my success. Therefore, I remedied the situation by consciously putting my pride aside and asking for assistance. The second most important thing to keep in mind when making any leadership decision is ensuring that your choice is for the benefit of all, not simply yourself or a small group of people. To ensure the success of all is to ensure the success of humankind. Dominique then asked me to give Chelsea something to remember my words by. I chose to give her my hat. She was very pleased.
After the regression, we discussed that by knowing that I have this wisdom available to me at any time frees me up from constantly needing to prove that I am a good leader. I know in many ways, very similarly, that I am good at what I do, but there’s no need to continually prove it to others all the time. I can simply allow that part of me to come out gently as needed. We also discussed my tendency to hide my emotions. I said that I rarely have a problem expressing anger, but I don’t like to feel vulnerable and show other emotions, such as sadness or hurt feelings. This is similar to Nordyke’s need to constantly project an emotionless, strong authority figure. I don’t have that same need or image to keep up, so I need to practice allowing my emotions to come out (at appropriate times, of course) rather than stuffing them away. Once I am to do this, it frees me up to be normal and human.”
Other articles on Past-life Regression Therapy :
"Going back to the root cause"
"Past-lives, Present insights"
