Anger management gone wrong
The 1:1 session that caused my therapist to divorce me
Several years after the 1990s dot-com bust, I moved to the Pacific Northwest to begin my current phase of life. The economic conditions I found on arrival were as bad as a fellow writer, a Northwest native resident, had warned me about before the move. It took me over a year to find a job. That year was significant for me as a writer and an evolving human, but difficult financially and emotionally. Savings nearly exhausted, I stood on the precipice of leaving the area.
Anger issues came to the surface. I knew I had to deal with them before I could function in a corporate setting. So I joined an anger management group therapy. I liked, trusted, and respected the therapist. But the group structure did not provide the support I needed. I booked a one-on-one session to find the cause of the rage I felt.
The therapist had a range of skills and talents. Hypnotic regression was part of the session plan; Reiki was not. The latter talent proved to be a lifesaver.
The session started with an inventory of my anger issues and my suspicions about the root cause. They all made sense but felt superficial. We proceeded to the regression.
It went in an unexpected direction. I found myself immersed in an ancestral memory. I don’t know who the man was or which side of the family he came from, but his personality imprint was distinct from mine.
The scene looked and felt like England in the Victorian era. I saw what he saw. I felt what he felt. The mood felt ominous and infused with rage.
The man waited alone on a wooden boat dock. Gas lamps shone through the nighttime fog. A banker joined him. He informed the man that the bank would no longer finance his failing dream. The bank placed the man’s business in receivership. The banker would act as the appointed receiver to protect the bank’s assets.
Outraged, the man implored the banker to give him more time. He explained how the business was his dream and how important it was to his future life with the woman he loved. The banker explained he could not change the decision.
Then the banker dropped the actual news: the reason for the private meeting. He would marry the man’s beloved. She chose the banker because he could provide the security a woman of her stature required.
The man exploded into a rage. “You stole my dream! You took everything from me!” He grabbed the banker’s throat. The man strangled him to death.
Back in the therapist’s office, I relived the man’s rage as I strangled a pillow on the couch. The emotion was more than my body and psyche could bear. My back seized up. I found myself physically incapable of walking out of the room.
The therapist helped me onto the massage table. For over an hour, he performed Reiki on me until I could walk again.
As we concluded the session, the therapist informed me he was not qualified to help me address the issue any further. He gave me several referrals for spiritual and past-life regression resources to explore.
I stopped going to the anger management group therapy. The session provided some relief. My anger management issues subsided enough that I felt like I could handle corporate life again. His referrals, however, did not offer me a path forward. Not understanding how to address the issue further, I just went on with my life. Shortly thereafter, I finally found a job as a technical writer. My focus shifted.
The memory of my ancestor and that 1:1 session came up repeatedly along my artistic and corporate journey. For two decades, I found myself at the mercy of that ancestor’s unfinished business. Somehow, through divine guidance and a sequence of professional opportunities, my career success led me away from technical writing.
A higher income funded my artistic development. But nothing I did to realize my writing dreams ever worked out. My creative successes never translated into a writing career. Financial investments never worked out to provide financial freedom so that I could pursue my writing full-time. Basically, despite a long run of corporate successes and a string of side hustle creative achievements praised by others, my dreams never came true. Time and time again, I felt thwarted every time I stepped into more of my full potential.
I started off 2026 right. I booked the premier suite at a local theme resort for New Year’s Day. The property purchased by a family who committed their wealth to preserving historical sites. They transformed a former seminary and nature conservancy into a trendy hotel immersed in local art, with a five-star Michelin restaurant on-site.
After an intense 2025, it looked like the perfect getaway. I needed a rest and a bit of luxury before the relentless demands of corporate life fired up again. When I booked, it never occurred to me that the stay would reveal the spiritual truth of my ancestor’s crime and its impact on my life.
At check-in, I learned the suite used to be the office of the seminary’s spiritual leader. Rare, limited-edition art decorated the room. The place felt supercharged with divine energy.
That night, I couldn’t sleep at all. As I tossed and turned, the ancestor’s unfinished business tormented me. I made a life-changing decision to no longer live at the effect of his crime. His burden released from my soul.
It took me days to recover from the restful getaway that brought me no rest. But the ripple effects played out in my life. The decision rewired my brain and nervous system. Now I’m moving forward with momentum on the path to my destiny.