"Let me get a pin and poke her with it," Patsy said, bustling over to a bookcase crammed full of books and various other items. "If she reacts, we'll know she's faking it."
"No one is poking me with anything!" I shot my friend a quelling look.
"Please, ladies," Barbara said with a glance at her watch. Poor woman. I felt for her doing personal regressions at Patsy's yearly "Girls' Night In" party. Luckily, there were only three of us this year. "We have limited time. Corazon is in a light trance, also referred to as an alpha state. Through that, she has tapped into her higher self, her true Infinite Being, a state in which she is free to bypass the boundaries of time."
"Yeah. Bypassing all that stuff," I said, giving my friend a smirk. "So sit back and watch the show. What do I do now, Barbara?"
"Look around you. Examine your surroundings. Tell us what you see, what you feel."
"I see mud. I feel mud."
"There has to be more to her past life than mud, surely," Terri said, reaching for the bowl of popcorn.
"Are there any buildings or other structures around to give you an idea of what year you are reliving?" Barbara asked.
"Um . . . nothing on the left side other than a bunch of forest. I seem to be standing on a dirt path of some sort. Let me walk to the top of this little hill - oh! Wow! There's a town down below. And it looks like there's a castle way up on a tall cliff in the distance. Lots of tiny little people are running around in some fields outside of the town. Cool! It's like a medieval village or something. Think I'll go down to say hi."
"Excellent," Barbara said, adjusting the video camera she was using to record the session. "Now tell me, how do you feel?"
"Well . . ." I examined the scene my mind had created; whether it was from a past life or just a fertile imagination, I had no way of knowing. "I'm kind of hungry. No, really hungry. Kind of an intense hunger, throbbing inside me. Oh great, I'm a peasant, aren't I? I'm a poor starving peasant who stands around in mud. Lovely."
"We are not here to make judgments on our past selves," Barbara said primly.
"Geesh, Cora," Patsy said, looking disgusted. "Terri turned out to be Cleopatra's personal maid, and I was one of Caesar's concubines. You're letting down the team, here. The least you could do is be a medieval princess in a big hat or something."
I looked closer at my mind-self. "I have shoes on. Peasants didn't wear shoes, did they?"
"Some did, I'm sure," Terri said, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she watched my past-life regression.
"Can you walk to the town?" Barbara asked, moving a light slightly so it was off my face. "Perhaps we can find out who you are."
"Yeah. I'm going down the hill now. Hey, watch where you're - oh my god. Oh my god! OMIGOD!"
"What? What's happened?" Barbara asked, looking worried.
"A woman with an oxcart just ran me over."
"What?" Patsy shrieked.
"She ran me over. Her oxen were running amok or something. They just came barreling down the hill behind me and ran right over the top of me. Holy Swiss on rye! Now the oxen are trampling me, and the lady in the cart is screaming and - Jehoshaphat! My head just came off! It just came right off! Ack!"
Terri sat staring at me, her eyes huge, a handful of popcorn frozen just beyond her mouth as she gawked.
"Oh, my. I don't - I've never had anyone die during a regression," Barbara said, looking more worried. "I'm not quite sure how to proceed."
"You're . . . decapitated? " Patsy asked, looking as stunned as I felt, staring down at the gruesome scene. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, Pats. My head's separated from my body, which is covered in ox hoofprints. A wheel went over my neck, I think. It . . . urgh. That's just really gross. Why the hell do I get the reincarnations where I'm killed by two bulls and a cart? Why can't I be Cleopatra's concubine?"
"Personal maid, not concubine," Terri corrected, stuffing the popcorn into her mouth and chewing frantically. "Are you absolutely certain you're dead? Maybe it looks worse than it is."
I shot her a look before relaxing back on the pillow. "My head is three feet away from my body. I think that's a pretty good indicator of death - good god! Now what's she doing?"
"The ox?" Patsy asked.
"No, the driver. She's not doing what I think she's doing, is she?"
"I don't know," Terri said, scooting closer, as if that would let her peer into my mind.