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The moment had come for me to go back in time. First we flitted back through my twenties, then my teens and finally to when I was very young. Then I was faced with a big red door and Joanne asked me if I was comfortable to open it.

I had no qualms, although I couldn't help giggling at how easy I was able to conjure up all these images.

Then it was time to open the first door into what is believed to be a previous life.

At first I saw nothing. It was pitch black. But as Joanne asked me to become aware of myself and look down at my feet I started laughing because they were so small. They looked like child's feet in small patent leather shoes. In fact I felt about nine years old and I was wearing thick grey tights and a green tunic. I was standing on the landing of a massive house and I could see the dining room downstairs, and out of large windows to the front of the house I could see fields with a few properties in the distance.

Joanne asked me what year I thought it was and I replied 1920s. I told her I had four brothers and sisters, that I had a mother and father, but that they weren't there and instead an older nanny who I loved very much looked after me. I was also convinced I wasn't in England.

I was aware of what I was saying and part of me was thinking how on earth could I make this up. Another part just let the tales that were coming to me spill out in a dreamlike form.

I also had the strangest sensation that I didn't live long but that I felt very happy.

Then it was time to go back again and see if I could open any other doors to past lives.

This time as soon as I opened the door and looked down I saw big army boots. I was wearing green/brown army style trousers and I had my shirt on with something wrapped around my waist, and I was a MAN!

Joanne asked me to look at my hands and guess my age, I figured about mid-30s and said I had no existing family, but lots of friends. I had the feeling I was in Belgium (although I have never been there).

I was definite about the year being 1912 and I was slightly uncomfortable with this character and didn't feel like giving too much away. It all felt very alien. I knew I hadn't been to war and wasn't expecting to go either. The sun was shining and I was stood at the end of a long narrow cobbled-style street. Joanne asked me how happy I felt out of 10 and I said 6 or 7. I didn't really want to stick around so Joanne took me back to another door and asked me to open it.

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