A personal account.

The first thing I can recall about my first past life regression was being taken through a lovely colourful garden, where the birds were singing and I could smell the flowers and see all the wonderful colours around me. Through the words of my therapist I was guided up towards an old stately home type of building and, once I reached the door, I was asked to describe it before I entered. I did this and was told to move through the door. I found myself in a corridor with rooms leading off to either side. I walked along the corridor choosing the door I would step through.

Once through this door I was asked to describe what I could see around me, and, this is really where the journey truly began. I could see a long table in front of me with ten chairs either side and one chair at each end. The chairs were metal and I could see a window and portraits of people on the wall. Then I was asked to look at my hands, they were big hands with fat fingers, very masculine (most unlike my nice slender feminine hands I have now!). On my feet I was wearing what looked like brown leather strapped sandals, although they came almost up to my knees. I had silver chain mail covering my arms and when asked to describe my hair, I couldn't as I was wearing a big armour helmet.

I was then asked why I was there and, all of a sudden, the room that had originally been empty, was filled with other men sitting round the table. I felt I was there to deliver a message for someone. I remember looking out of the window and seeing green fields all around, and as I looked back into the room I saw a globe of the world in the corner of the room. I was asked then what my message was that I had to deliver and I felt like I needed to tell the man sitting at the end of the table that "Somebody was coming" and "We were under attack".

All the men were sitting, waiting to eat and I felt a real sense of urgency about this message but they did not seem bothered by it! They all seemed very nonchalant, much to my disdain. I was asked if I knew where I was, and I remember thinking it felt like France, or perhaps that these 'attackers' were coming from France. I wasn't sure.

When I left the building my horse was waiting outside. I felt like I was off to fight, but before I went I had to go back to my village. This was about fifteen minutes on horseback. My horse was grey and I remember the chunky leather stirrups and huge sturdy saddle. I was carrying a pole with a spearpoint at the top and an axe head a little way down.

As I approached the village I saw a lady with a basket and children was with her. She was wearing a dark grey dress with a white petticoat showing and a hat on her head. There was a boy and a girl with her, the boy was wearing long shorts and a cap and he had shoes on with grey socks. They were going to the shops to collect something, but I wasnt't sure if I knew them. There were other people in the village also. When I had ridden through the village and turned the corner I could see my house. It was a single storey house around the corner from the High Street. I felt sad to see the house as if it were perhaps the last time I would see it. I thought I would be going off to battle soon.

I had to duck to get in the door (again quite amusing, as I am now a very petite 5'2"!). Once inside I could see my wife and two children, a boy and a girl aged about five and seven. My wife was cooking and I could see and smell the pot of stew on the stove. I was asked if I knew my wifes' name and I said " Clara/Marie". My little boy was running around helping to lay the table and I picked him up and gave him a big hug. I now became very emotional as I knew I would soon be leaving my family.

At this point I was asked to leave my house and the next thing I can remember was being back in the wonderful garden I had started off in, with the birds singing and the water trickling in the fountain. I felt at peace, contented and happy again. When I was brought round from my regression I remember thinking to myself how poignant it had been.

It made me realize that you can leave loved ones or emotional ties behind and actually carry on with life afterwards and feel absolutely O.K about it all!. I had not had a past life regression for any particular reason other than to be nosey as to how it felt and where I might have been in a previous life. But, without even really realising it, it had ended up being very therapeutic for me. I was finally able to drop a lot of 'baggage' that I had been harbouring for quite some time.