Maurice, my husband, was born in Belgium. In 1983 he was injured at work up North in Canada and had to undergo surgery. The events following his injury propelled me into a series of circumstances resulting in my taking a course in 1989 in the U.S.A. I was lead into a hypnotic trance, and found myself in a past life as a nurse on the front line. It was in 1917 during World War I, in the Flanders Fields, where the bright red poppies,...