I had my very first professional past-life regression yesterday, and, as promised, here I am to tell you all how it went. The doctor I went to was very nice, and seemed eager to put me at ease, talking me through how it would go for a while before we started. He must have noticed how anxious I was. I'm agoraphobic and generally in a panicked state whenever in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. But I liked him immediately, and I had both of my parents with me in the office, and he happily answered our questions and made sure we all knew exactly what would happen. He and I went into the room he uses for hypnosis, a very simply decorated room, and I sat in a very comfy chair a few feet away from him. He directed my attention to a blanket available to me if I got cold - he said that in deeply relaxed states the body cools down - and a footstool which, looking back, I probably should have used. I have some pain issues with my feet and they distracted me a bit during hypnosis. He turned off the main light so the room became dim, and begin talking me into the trance. It took much longer than I expected, a whole process of relaxing the body first, then the mind, then a series of visualizations, which I guess are used to trigger the subconscious mind into taking over. I must say, I don't think I've ever been that relaxed in my life, except for when I'm asleep. Unfortunately I snapped out of the hypnosis after only a short time. I did go to the Marie Antoinette lifetime, but it was to a particularly anxious moment. The anxieties of two lives at once - I was shaking the entire time and my hands were like ice. Most of that time I was in the same beautiful room that I often flash to, all gold fixtures, exquisite painted walls and ceiling, varnished wood that I still quite like...but I kept staring at the door, anxious to hear panicked voices outside, terrified of the door opening and of who might come in. I felt somewhat stuck between this life and that one, one foot in each, feeling the fear of both. When the doc asked me what year it was, I knew it was 1789, and that was the year the Bastille was stormed. I feel that the unrest in the government was felt very much in the palace of Versailles, and Antoinette had a terrible fear that it would be attacked by a mob as well. There were a few nicer moments, running through the grass under the sunlight while holding my skirts up, walking and laughing with a pretty dark-haired woman who I think was my sister-in-law then, Elisabeth; a terribly brief flash of a little blond boy giggling and running toward me from the trees, and that would have been my youngest and favorite child Louis Charles. These flashes were mostly the ones I see often, but with a bit more detail. The doctor had told me that some people feel the regression more than actually see it, and I turned out to be one of those people. I had expected a sort of technicolor, this-is-your-life movie, but it was mainly the emotions I felt. After a short while, I felt so stuck the whole time between this life and that one, so anxious, that I couldn't go on. I was, strangely, so scared of the hypnotist finding out who I was. Talking about it on the Net is difficult enough; face-to-face is still rather excruciating. I did feel better and stronger after it was over, though I am a bit disappointed. Probably I should be more relaxed with people first, before I do another one. I was very disoriented for a while after I came out of it, and I talked to the doc for a while about the process of regression, and he gave me some ideas about using things I loved from that lifetime in this one to help with my agoraphobia. He took notes on what I said during the regression, which he gave to me, and recorded the whole thing on a cd for me. Overall, though I didn't really learn much new information as I'd hoped I would, it was a very positive learning experience, and the doctor was absolutely wonderful. Anyone who lives around San Mateo and wants to try regression, I will happily recommend this doctor, and if you want his information please private message me. I'm sorry I don't have a more dramatic, speaking-in-tongues story for you guys; I've come to realize that that's not the norm for PLRs. But I hope I've been a bit interesting, or at least informative.