My first regression to another life began with a return in my imagination to a beach at the tip of Cape Cod. It was a place that held many happy memories for me. Along the road I passed pink and white roses and bent to inhale their perfume. I walked down wooden steps and across warm sand to the water's edge. I waded in up to my knees. As I looked down at the water it began to swirl faster and faster. Round and round it went, drawing my attention deeper into the whirlpool, until suddenly I emerged on another beach, in another lifetime.
I saw a woman wearing a colorful sarong. She stood alone, looking out at the water, waving a tray that held flowers and other offerings. A being with golden skin descended from the sky in a chariot. My awareness shifted back and forth. I was that woman on the sand, full of devotion; I was that golden rider on the sea, full of love. We three became one. I felt that I was standing in the heart of God, infused with spiritual ecstasy. When the images and feelings faded, I emerged with a clear sense of purpose and the answer to a question I'd been asking since childhood: Why was I born?