It is also a very dear memory for me, as it was one of the first ones I got when I started to practice self-hypnosis. It was one of my first validations too, though currently I am convinced there were at least two white churches and I could have been confusing them... until the definite picture reached me.
The first time I talked about this white chapel was in one of my regressions:
There are a lot of people who are going or coming from a ceremony, I think it is a burial or a funeral. I get to see some kind of chapel in a high place, all white, but I am not sure it’s there where the ceremony has been conducted. I am walking (it seems down) a slope, I see other townsfolk at a certain distance, and I feel an immense sadness deep inside. I ask myself if it’s because Jan has died, and no, he hasn’t been the deceased one. What I feel is he will end up doing the same to me, he will end up making a “widow” of me. I think one day he won’t return from his journeys, because I think the sea always claims its victims, and one day he will be one of those victims.