The excerpt came from the following notes I took after the past life meditation session (which I've never shared with anyone before, so you know, let's put it on the internet):
"I look towards my feet, I stand bare footed on the grass but the scene quickly changes and my feet are now dirty and worn, standing on cold cobble stones. Images keep flashing back and forth. I am a young girl, long wavy blond hair, white dress, toga like. Greek or Roman times? For a brief moment there are others like me, relaxing, enjoying themselves and then it changes. First I hear a dull raw and then I realise I am in a tavern of sorts, serving drinks. Holding a big earn of water or ale. It’s rowdy and dirty and many men around who grabbing at me. Ordering me to serve them. I think for a moment I am a slave girl? But I wasn’t always. I was beautiful once and I was sold because of it. I was coveted by men of means but they were greedy, dirty and untrustworthy. The scene changes again, my hands are tied and I am walking along a cliffs edge. I sense others near by, forcing me towards the edge. I am the sacrifice, the beautiful slave girl. And then I am falling. I am not scared, I feel like I am floating."