Here are the notes taken from my other Past Life reading. These notes are written by the expert and I have a tape to back them up.

'1890 was the first date you gave to me and you said the door was a standard white door with a silver handle.
I asked you to look down at your feet and what could you see you were wearing. You said you had nothing on your feet, your legs were also bear below the knees, but you had something on that was brown. You also said that your hair was long and black and you were about 28 years old.
You were not sure what sex you were or your name, but felt it began with “G”.
I asked you what you could see directly in front of you and you replied “sunshine and a field”. To your left there was work going on in the field, people picking stuff off the floor. There were animals; cattle. To your right was a grey house, with white fencing all the way round, but nobody was about at the house. I asked who owned the house. You said “the boss” and his name was John Sanders/son. You said your occupation was running errands on the farm, collecting things. I asked if you had any family and you said no. I then asked what country you were in and you said France, and when I asked you which area you said “providence” (this is more than likely Provence). I asked you what kind of life you lead and you said “hard, empty and boring”. I asked you were you were born, but you couldn’t tell me, but it was not in the Providence/Provence region. I asked if you were married and you said yes, but couldn’t give me your wife’s name, and you also didn’t have any children. I asked about other employees around you and you said they were all employed by the same person. You said he was a big, hard man and horrible. When I asked you why, you replied that he had done some horrible things to people like beating children as he had children also working on the farm. I asked where you lived and you said in a small room, with just a bed, but you also said you lived alone and didn’t know where you wife lived.
I asked you to move forward in time:
Your first images were of black shoes, black trousers, white shirt and you said you thought you were now a waiter and your name was Gerald. You were still the same person above but had left the farm and working in a busy café in a town beginning with “B”. You said you were no longer married and your wife had died, eventually you told me that your boss above had killed her, but you couldn’t tell me how or why, but he did it on purpose and for no reason. You said the café owner is your current father in your current life as Steven and he helped you in this past life.
I asked you to move forward in time:
You said you were at a party, there was laughter and about 50 plus people. You were in a big barn. It was not a lavish party, but there was dancing, girls dressed in long dresses. I asked if you recognised anyone in the crowd from your current life and you said a lady there called Margaret/Marguerette who was wearing a cream dress, had long brown hair and had a flower in her hair. I asked who is was and you said Chanté. You said she was in her 40’s and a good friend, you had met her there. You then said you could hear Irish type music playing; a violin. I asked what the celebration was for and you said nothing, just a celebration.
I asked you what your occupation was not and you said you were working back on the farm in Beloyne. I asked what you were wearing and you said braces, brown trousers, a white shirt and you had a cap on your head and you were aged 40-50, and you then said you hands looked old. You then said you wanted to marry Marguerette, but she was already married.
I asked you to move forward
You said you had nothing on your feet, but something bad had happened. You had your hands over your head, everybody was “lost” they were all crying. People in the street were crying it was a dark day. You said you were shouting “its’ not my fault”. Margeurette had died, you felt in total despair and thought you may have killed her. She had blood on her head and was lying on the floor and was naked. I asked where the floor was, you said a wooden floor. She had come to visit you, it was your house, but it wasn’t your fault. I asked what you were wearing and you said, boots, socks, trousers to your knee. Then you said you think you found her like this, and you couldn’t understand why the people out on the streets were screaming and crying. I asked you what year it was and you said about 1904’ish. The other people were the townsfolk. She was not the only one who had died. People were comforting each other in a cobbled street.
I asked why she was naked. You then said “it’s not my house, it’s her house”. I asked who may have done this, and you said it wasn’t her husband as he was a good man.
I asked who had done all the killing and you said 10-15 people had been killed by some gang who came and killed and the others. I asked if you knew who the gang were, you said they were like soldiers, wearing hats and uniforms and they had killed her for no reason. I asked where they were from, and you said you couldn't understand their language and were possibly from another country. I asked you to describe them and you said they were wearing blue uniforms, with big black belts, peak hats that were flat'

I felt very emotional at points during this regression.