It is not an ordinary foot massage... it is not reflexology etc. More like metamorphic technique, a very subtle energy therapy. If you are interested to know more, here you are: kiwani.net - right now it is only in Spanish but something tells me the English version will be available soon... 
Basically, it has a lot to do with liberation of tensions and suffering that might be hanging there in your aura since some past life! Negative programs that have origins in prenatal period, birth, childhood, day-to-day life etc. that we are carrying around for years. This is one more way to get rid of them and finally start living! Of course this is not the only technique, there are hundreds of New Age therapies, and they work. Personally, I like this one because it works, too - at least in my case 
- and besides, it is such a pleasure!
Anyway. Today Maria has given me a foot massage session. This week I had some ego struggles so I was a bit upset when we started, but she has sorted me out just fine. Maria's great, she is a pal (of a few lives, I am sure...)
Since it has to do with liberation of energy, people are likely to have visualizations, "weird" sensations etc.
This time, first, I saw myself as a Celtic (Nordic?) woman, tall and blonde, with very long hair and a flowing dress. It was windy, my hair was all around the place. The dress was flowing, too, and I had a little embroided vest on. Then I realized there was a sun embroided on that vest. I had something to do with the Sun. In my left hand I had a wand (or a torch?) and I was crossing a valley, barefoot, and I was supposed "to face the Sun". Erm? The Sun and me, me and the Sun... what do we have to do with each other? What was it about? Some druid ritual? I don't remember...
The next thing I saw myself as an Asian (South American?) young man, a prince (don't ask me why I was so sure), in some cave with a globe of light on the palm of my left hand, it was like a little sun. The Sun, again. Was it a lamp? Something about "dispersing the shadows"... wait a second, the prayer of St. Francis of Assissi: "O Lord, let me bring light where there are shadows..." Somehow it rings the bell.
Then I kind of realized that I spend a lot of time inside statues. Not that I was this or that statue, or I was living in them - it was more like I used to come in now and then. (To think about it, it is difficult for me to say "I" - "I" was not a category applied in those terms. "I" - what "I"? There was no "I" there - but goody, how to express it otherwise?). The statues were like telephone for the people of those days - they made statues and then used to come to them asking for an advice and guidance, bringing their grievances, petitions etc. "Please, God, this, and please, God, that..." Not that I was God almighty, ha, ha, I still have something of modesty, I hope! But I was one of "the Light ones". So I used to "inhabit" a statue for a while and listen to them. And funny thing, they used to ask for some material limited things, believing that they would make them happy - while they couldn't. Like, a barefoot person with aching feet was asking for boots whereas it would have been much better to simply ask for good health! As if the boots were some magic happy pill... Actually he did get the boots - but they turned out to be tight and only caused him suffering. So the boots as such didn't make him happy. Or, that other man was asking for a good harvest, but not just a good harvest - better than his neighbour's! And I was thinking, "My dear, your problem is not a good or a bad harvest - your problem is envy. Get cured of that, would you? Because if you get a better-than-your-neighbour's harvest, you'll want a better-than-your-neighbour's house, or a cow, or a wife, etc. It is not that you are bad off, you are actually alright - but you suffer because your neighbour is better off!" First I got almost angry, then I thought better (my anger could do a lot of unnecessary damage) and decided: "Alright, you'll get what you are asking for... let's see where it takes you?" After all, people have free will and free choice, right? I was not there to judge anyway.
Next time I was a statue of some goddess in a hindu shrine, and people were asking: "Dear goddess, please give us some sign..." So I started dancing. But of course, a statue of a wrought iron dancing, it was a heavy thing: I was crushing the marble floor with every step. And they started screaming and running. And I was like: "Wait a second... you have been asking me for a sign, right? Here, you've got one... why the panic?" I was surprised. Then I thought that they didn't really believe, although they called themselves "the faithful ones". They performed the rituals, all right, but when it came to the point - to receive what they have actually been asking for! - they got scared... Funny, really!
In some other time I was "The King of Lotus", and in some other time "The Prince of Maize". I guess after a few milleniums I decided to incarnate and understand how they, the humans, work, and how their minds function, because I couldn't get it! So I got myself a body, with its desires, basic needs, sicknesses, temptations, temper tantrums, complexes, frustrations, etc. and dived into sansara. It's been a few hundreds of reincarnations by now - I wonder if I am any closer to understanding?
Weird...