I'm still making my way through the interview, but I have admit that I am very skeptical of past-life regression and between-life regression (as well as hypnotic future progression). I tend to accept
Ian Stevenson's view of hypnotic regression (and very much accept the validity of children's past-life memories). So far, De Tamble is doing nothing to allay my concerns. In my opinion, the first priority with something like this is to find some reliable way to verify whether anything real is being remembered--the same as with hypnotic regression used to recover alien abduction experiences. It's not enough to say that it is therapeutically useful; it's not enough to say that there are remarkable consistencies between accounts (neither of which have I heard De Tamble even say yet; so far he seems unconcerned with verification). You need harder evidence, in my view.
All that being said, yes, I did have two past-life regressions many years ago (when I was less skeptical about the subject). They were unfortunately a complete joke. I think I am part of the non-hypnotizable segment of the population. I can tell you that the failure of my sessions wasn't because of fear or resistance. I really wanted to remember something. I'm just not a good subject when it comes to hypnosis. I used to really bristle at being told it was because I had resistance. I would say "OK, let's both do a math test, and when you lose I'll tell you it was because you are resistant to mathematics." I hope I've let some of that anger go!
It helped when I started finding figures estimating what percent of the population cannot be hypnotized. I just did a quick search and found figures like
25% and
10%. Interesting that those figures are quite a bit higher than De Tamble's estimates of those who are unable to hypnotically access the between-life state.
I can share a funny story, though, from one of my regressions. I wasn't getting anything, so the woman guiding me through it suggested that I just say the first thing that came to mind, without any filtering--don't evaluate it; just say it. So I did. The result was that I was standing in a forest, dressed, if I remember, like a cross between Daniel Boone and the Tin Woodsman, and a flying saucer appeared and hovered overhead, and a door opened up and a big pile of dirty laundry was dumped out on top of me. She was trying to work out in her head if there was some way this could be a valid past-life memory, but I think even she gave up!