Q: Where are you?
Q: You're in Florida. What's happening around you?
A: Sunny. Bright.
Q: Is there anybody else there with you?
Q: Who is there?
A: A friend.
Q: A guy or girl?
Q: Are you a guy or a girl?
Q: What is your name?
A: Frankie. (I've always wished I had a boys name!)
Q: What is your friend's name?
A: Charles. Chuck.
Q: Can you go talk to Chuck?
A: I don't like Chuck.
Q: You don't like Chuck? But he's a friend?
A: No. He's with me but he's mean. I hate him.
Q: How is he mean to you?
A: Violent. (Pause) Just mean. (Pause) And nobody does anything. (Here I get a visual image of walking on a crowded wooden boardwalk with this man who is grabbing me by the upper part of my arm yelling at me so bad that spit is coming out of his mouth. The people walking by are just ignoring us not even making eye contact and I need help. I want to get away from him. I think this is the reason that I hate people now!)
Q: Nobody does anything about it? He's just allowed to be all violent, hateful, and mean?
A: (I must have nodded. I have started crying.)
Q: How old are you?
A: Twenties. Twenty-eight.
Q: How old is Chuck?
Q: And he's just a friend? You guys don't have a sexual relationship?
Q: He sounds like a miserable person. On the count of three Chuck will come forward and talk to me.
(I'm sitting in this chair crying but then my whole demeanor changed completely. I remember feeling very cocky and having this like evil grin on my face.)
Hi Chuck How are you?
Q: How come you're so mad Chuck?
A: I love her.
Q: Oh, you love Frankie? Are you mad because she doesn't love you back?
Q: She's never going to love you back. That makes you angry. Is that why you are so violent?
A: I'm just mad.
Q: Because it doesn't make you feel loved, does it Chuck?
Q: It sounds like you're in a state of fear to me Chuck beneath all that anger.
A: No. I'm good enough. (pause) She'll see.
Q: Wow you're really set to prove it to her, huh? You know it's not very nice to try and make people love you.
A: She just doesn't know it yet.
Q: What do you plan on doing to prove to her you love her so much?
A: I do everything.
Q: Like what?
A: I am the one.
Q: Chuck you're 40 years old and she's 28, I mean that's kind of a little old for her isn't it?
Q: Have you ever had a girlfriend before, Chuck, or a wife?
Q: What happened to her?
Q: She's gone? What happened to her? Where did she go?
Q: How did she die?
A: I killed her.
Q: You killed her? How did you kill her?
A: Beat her. (I got an image of being behind a brown building. I think he strangled her and left her there in the grass. Nobody did anything about that either.)
Q: Wow. So you can imagine how Frankie feels. She probably feels that you did this and you might do it to her.
A: I wouldn't.
Q. You wouldn't? Does she know that you killed your wife?
Q: Maybe she senses it.
Q: Nobody knows you killed your wife?
Q: So that's one of your deep dark secrets huh?
A: No. People know.
Q: But Frankie doesn't know?
Q: Well you know Frankie is here right now and she's hearing all of this. So what do you think about that? She just found out that you killed your wife.
On the count of three I'm going to talk to Frankie again.
Hi Frankie. You heard this conversation between me and Chuck. I can see why you're not wanting to hang out with him. He's so violent and he killed his wife, huh? Are you afraid he's going to kill you too?
Q: I would be too.
A: He never goes away.
Q: Oh, he's a stalker kind of tormenting you keeping you from having a really nice life.
A: I can't get free. He's always there.
Q: On the count of three I'll talk to Chuck again. Chuck you heard that right? How does that make you feel?
A: She just has to see.
Q: I don't know Chuck you sound pretty scary to me. It sounds like you need some therapy and even need to go to jail.
Q: Let's move forward about ten years in this lifetime. Frankie is now 38 and Chuck is 50. What's happening now? What's going on?
A: Chuck's dead.
Q: What happened to him?
A: He just died.
Q: How did this make Frankie feel?
Q: And not having any more of those feelings of sadness and loneliness? Now can she be set free?
A: It's too late.
Q: Why is it too late?
A: The damage is done. I just don't want to be around people.
Q: Frankie, do you think you could forgive Chuck?
A: Uh-uh he ruined my whole life.
Q: He really took a lot a way from you didn't he?
A: I'm practically dead.
Q: Because you're 38 now, that's pretty late in life at that time.
I'd like to ask Sarah's subconscious mind to come forward. Why did you take Sarah to that particular lifetime?
A: She fears men. (Haha. I have this innate blood thirsty urge to rip out the jugular of every Alpha Male I encounter.)
Q: She's still carrying that around now isn't she. What's below the fear?
A: Pain. Agony.
Q: (She does a healing process for a few minutes.)
I'd like to take Sarah back to France. Let's move forward. Let's say he's 30 years old now.