"Kyle" is an arbitrary name. At first, the hypnotherapist took me (unknowingly) to Akasha, then we went back in time and I found myself walking through a crowded bar street with a relative. I was a little boy in that "memory". Later, I saw myself moving into a new home with my family as a teen (I seemed to be a fan of rock judging by the posters in my room, and I played guitar). Later, I saw a scene in which I had a fight with my mother. In the last memory, I finally travelled away from home, but died of a stroke. People crowded my body on the sidewalk. In death, my family had to ship my body back home. It was a hassle.

An American farmer that was unkind to his wife.

Possibly a woman. I was an architect from Phoenicia or Canaan. I went to Egypt. Very vivid. I still recall the blue hieroglyphs on the inside of a pyramid (it was more of a trapezoid at that time). Someone interrupted me to tell me that my son had died, apparently in a building I worked on.

I was in a garden. A white horse appeared and took me up a mountain. That white horse turned into a goddess veiled in white silk and lace. She had black hair. I couldn't see her eyes because of the veil. She gave me the moon- either it was bleeding or her hands were.