I was not persecuted as a witch by society, but I kept a pretty low profile just the same. The overall undercurrent of this lifetime was very sad. I was deeply depressed throughout my entire life...it was a general melancholia that overshadowed everything. I felt vulnerable, unloved and unappreciated; although I felt myself to be very loving... in a sad, forlorn kind of way.

I lived in England, Ireland, Belgium or somewhere thereabouts it feels like. There were cobble stone streets and horses and carriages. My husband and I owned and operated a store that sold witch paraphernalia, such as eye of newt, spells and potions, etc. We lived above the storefront and I had my workshop in the basement where I spent most of my time. The business did well and we were prosperous, but we pretended otherwise. My husband was a bit aloof and unable to show me affection. I sensed that he respected me, but was frightened of my power. He never said this and we never discussed it. He did not seem to be concerned with how I looked and I feel he loved me in his own way, but not in the way I wanted to be loved.

Being as I was so homely, I stayed to myself with only my cats as companions while I concocted my brews and prepared my spells, etc., in the basement. Animals naturally gravitated to me and I had quite a few cats inside and dogs outside. I could shape-shift into any animal. I would often turn into a mouse or a cat and go out in the woods where I would turn back into my normal self so I could watch the birds and other wild animals come right up to me and I could feel their unconditional love as I healed them of any illnesses and manifested food for them. I needed their attention and unconditional love and it felt wonderful to me. I basically stayed alive for them and my guilt at leaving my husband alone if I died.

I was able to heal animals, but I stayed away from healing people because I found they were much too complicated. I found out early on that a lot of them didn't want to be healed and I couldn't consciously override their inner desire to be sick, so I steered clear of that by not attempting to heal them. My healing abilities were only known by my husband and his family and my sisters.

I remember using a mirror to caste a spell to make myself look pretty when I was needed in the store to answer questions or whatever. Somehow I was able to make myself look like whatever the perceiver believed to be a pretty woman. I was able to use their own imagination to create my image in their minds. My husband was perturbed by this because people in the town would argue about what color my hair and eyes were and would come to him to settle the argument, and he knew that both people were right because I looked like what they imagined a pretty woman would look like. He was ever the diplomat, but he had a time with this problem and I eventually had to create a spell that he could use to make the people forget what they came in the store for when they started asking these kinds of questions.