Well goodness gracious me.
Basically he talked me through a relaxation exercise, and then onto the going back into the past stuff.
As first I saw nothing (in my mind's eye) apart from swirling black smoke (think:Lost).
Then I saw a blue sky with some scattered cloud, a river, a small boat on the river and I large windmill on the opposite bank.
I realise that I am female, young, and wearing some kind of white hat.
I feel at this point that I am just describing stuff as I imagine it up, which is fine, it's the way it usually goes.
Then I feel like I want to get in the boat, and paddle off down the river. At this point the 'I'm imagining it and then describing it' fades away, the scene and the feelings I am having are starting to take on a life of their own.
So. Off I go in this boat, with it's one small oar, which is in a lighter colour of wood than the boat itself, and I feel that it is odd that I am on my own, then I feel that I have a baby with me, wrapped up in a cloth that is the same colour as my skirt (brown linen, I have a white apron on also).
The baby is sleeping I think. I reach my destination, I get out of the boat, carrying the baby, the bottom of my skirt gets wet, I hide the boat in some reeds where we have landed.
Then, totally unexpectedly, I get a sharp pain on the back of my neck (I mean, genuinely, I sat there in the chair thinking wtf?) and it feels like metal is biting into the back of my neck - an axe. It hurt! It was a physical pain, but it was also in my energy body, iykwim. I'm down, I fall down to my knees (I physically felt my knees hit the ground, though of course I was still sitting in the chair)
I am crying at this point, I know I'm dying, I want to save the baby but I can't get the words out. This was incredibly emotional for me.
The regressionist says 'ok, so you are dying' and I feel this is true, and oh what a sense of peace, of light, of relief, I can just see white all around me and I have the sensation of movement, like a gentle fresh breeze on me. I physically feel someone take both my hands in theirs and then it is over.
He 'brought me back' to reality. This was the first of about 5 past lives that we went into over the weekend, and it was fascinating. I am not sure that they are past lives, perhaps they are spirits we pick up on, or perhaps they are our ancestors and we somehow inherit fragments of memory that can only be accessed through the subconcious. I dunno.
I had another 'death' experience and it repeated exactly the same as the first, right down to being taken by the hands. Regressionist says that he hears a lot of similar stuff about passing over. Tis quite a relief to me I have to say, I am not afraid now.