While participating in a past-life training session with Dr. Edith Fiore, I was regressed to try to find out why I have arthritis. I have had various minor attacks of arthritis since my early twenties and at the age of thirty-two have developed gout—another form of arthritis. I seem to be particularly affected in the shoulders, elbows, wrists, and hands.
As the regression took place I found myself as a male sixteenth century Italian physician. I was treating a young girl (about eight years old) who had broken her arm at the elbow. It was necessary to put the bones back in place to set the arm. I violently twisted the child’s arm. Bone grated against bone. The child screamed, and I knew that I had deliberately inflicted pain.
I felt confused and humiliated. I didn’t like seeing myself as cruel. The confusion arose from the knowledge that I, a good physician who loved children, had acted viciously. This behavior puzzled me. As the regression continued, I learned that I was unhappily married to a woman who did not want children and refused to consider having a family. Anger and bitterness filled our marriage. I inflicted these feelings onto my patients. In my mid-years, my wife died and it was as though a millstone had been removed from my neck. Now I was free to live my life as I pleased. However, I had by this time developed arthritis. My crippled joints made it impossible for me to continue with my practice of medicine. I retired to a small cottage in the country where I lived quietly, spending most of my time and energy in my garden.