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The Americas: Native
Americans
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I had this memory when i was 19. I found one of my
soulmates, and the few months we were together, a lot of memories came
to my mind. This one, specially, was showing a life in a big forest, i
am not sure about the exact location, could be anywhere in America.
Long time ago, around 1800's.
I was an Indian, the daughter of the Tribe's
Chief. At my 17 years old, my people were in the middle of a war. I
felt in love with a warrior, brave and always victorious. He always
came back with a victory... Our marriage was celebrated and that first
night, we slept it in a little mountain, near a river, where we could
see the sky... so beautiful...
The next morning all the warriors were
preparing to leave again, and that day I gave the last kiss to my loved
husband, he never came back... Months later, I gave birth to a
beautiful girl and we gave her the name of "Idha".
My memories of that life stopped there, but i
know i did not die in labor or while i was young. When i look into the
mirror straight to my eyes, i could see and old indian woman with long
gray hair instead of seeing me, in the same way i can not explain how
do i know strange words and how do i feel the trees and animals' pain
or joy... Thank you.
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Hi my name is Tracy
and I believe I belong to an Indain tribe from long ago. I have always
had adeep sence of sorrow that I couldnt find an answer to until I did
some work with atherapist using a large bowl that sound like it was
calling me home. She had me draw pictures after our session and to my
suprize I drew a open feild with what looked like teepees. The sorrow I
felt was so deep I had never felt that before with all my therapy. Many
times I have seen that same feild when prayina nd meditating. I have
been searching all of my 45 years to find were I belong and now I know
that I was once very loved and had that deep sence of belonging. I dont
carry that as much any more becouse I understand that it was a past
life and I some how got separated and that is were the pain was coming
from. I have had some closure which helps to let go of something that I
cant be appart of any longer. Still feel over whelmed with feelings
when l look at some pictures of Indain tribes. Thank you for making
this possible to tell others about my expierance.
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I wanted to let you know about an experience I had a few years back
. . My
family and I were travelling in Montana, and we were well out miles
from
any town. When the feeling I had been here before became so over
whelming
that I slowed down almost to a stop . . . could see a small goup
of Indians, and
they were being slaughtered by the calvary,,,there was one warrior,that
when he saw me,he was enraged,,,and coming closer to the car,he began
shouting,,,, SHA
HAN A TAE,,, I didn't know quite what it meant but I knew it wasnt
good,,,but
as he got closer his entire demenor changed,,he knew me and I knew
him,,,he
began relating the story of these people and how they had been hunted
down
like dogs,and finally at the break of day the massacre had started with
the shooting death of a young Indian boy about 14 years old,,,I can
still
picture him,,and he told me that I had been taken in death days before
the incident,from a sickness of some kind,,,It was like there was a
photograph
there that once imprinted on time and space,,,would be there
forever.,,,,I
call it "photographs in time".I experience them in many places from
many
different ages,,,its eerie,but at the same
time,,, fascinating. I was this
man's neice,,,and he himself had the name of SHA HAN A TAE. He stays
with
me in times of trouble or confusion,,,and guides me through my
life......I
hope this helps you some how,,,,,
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I believe I have had multiple past lives... one
I believe to be Native American which has always been a hidden interest
of mine. (Even to myself) It started with the first dream, when I was
pregnant
in real life, it was just a brief vision of me standing in front of a
mirror.
I was an old indian woman with a pleasant apple-doll kind of face and
very
long grey hair. I was in a very plain room with wooden planks
(unpainted)
for floor and walls, all alone. That was it... but later I tried a
meditation
and took her back to being about 13-14 yrs. old and getting married to
a much older warrior. I remember not being pleased but thinking this is
my duty and and honor!
My father and mother were preparing me for
marriage,
with special clothing. There was a sort of bathing ritual with my
mother
and then I was smeared with some smelly ointment, consistency of
Vaseline?
My mother was sort of chanting thru the entire ritual... and giving me
encouraging words about becoming an adult. It ended around the marriage
ceremony. But reoccurred with the death of a child, when I miscarried
in
real life... I saw the many deaths of children that were mine. In this
life I know I lost a son which my warrior husband also mourned and 2
girls.
It hurt, so that I woke sobbing!
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Another much older memory I have is of being
among the Native Americans during the 'Trail of Tears.' This
memory
is short--just me as a child crouching behind a wagon wheel and
watching
people being butchered. Soldiers or what I thought of in my
memory
as 'big men' were hitting and stabbing some of Indians. The
memory
hit me so hard as I was reading a brief 'tidbit' about the episode for
an English Literature class. I actually dropped the book and
sobbed.....
I felt this rush of helplessness and pain overcome me and I couldn't
even
go back to that book until the next day.
As an English Literature major and a True
Crime hobbyist I have seen and read some incredibly horrible
things.
I've even interviewed a prison inmate who was incarcerated because he
had
helped murder an entire family while involved with a cult. So, I
am not feeble in heart by any means. But, this small
paragraph--and
subsequent memory of the Indians and their lonely quest--upset me so
badly
that I still can hardly read about that time in our history.
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I was just going through your postings of past
lives and I came across the woman who's tribe was wiped out, and so was
mine! Ever since I can remember I loved feathers, stones and bones and
whenever I walk in a field I always find the most amazing things, and I
always felt a sadness that I could never explain. when I did my
training
at a reserve we had horses and we went horse riding quite a lot, I
found
it so strange when the guy who was with me asked me if I have been
riding
since I was little and I said no I have never even rode a horse until
now,
but never thought anything about it until I did regression.
I did some hypnotherapy to sort out things that
happened to me in the past, I was suddenly sitting around a campfire
next
to my grandfather who I perceived to be the chief of the village, we
were
talking and he was teaching me, I was to take over from him when the
time
came, the next image is of me riding like crazy to go back to the
village,
I was on the lookout for danger because there was a lot of killing in
the
area and I saw something and was hurrying to get back to the village to
warm my people of the danger. As I entered the village I found that I
was
too late.. all the people were dead. I was walking through the village
and the woman and children was lying there all dead I could not believe
it, some women looked like they were violated, I was crying and being
very
hard on myself for not being in time and I could not believe the
injustice
of what was done when all of a sudden I was grabbed from behind and
flung
to the floor and choked to death and the last thing I saw was the face
of the man killing me and he had such pleasure doing it.
While still under hypnosis I was asked if I
wanted
do something and I said yes I would like to say good bye to my loved
ones
and apologise for not being there in time, I did and as I was saying
good
bye to everything my husband came past and I could not believe it, He
was
my brother in that lifetime, which explains the fact that I felt we
have
known each other before, and more strange was that I was a man in that
lifetime, I always thought you take on the same shape in every
lifetime.
Needless to say I hate tight things around my
neck, and ever since that day the sadness I have felt disappeared.
Knowing
about the lifetime explained so many things in my life, that I could
never
understand, mostly it explained the loneliness I felt and the fact that
I never really wanted to become close to people and to take responsibly
for them in the fear that I will let them down as well as myself, I am
still a loner but I am not lonely anymore -Melissa
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The other night I did my first ever past life
meditation and what I saw I know I will never forget. I saw
beautiful
tall green trees similar to pine trees there were also mountains around
me, I came face to face with a Huge Grizzly Bear, then I was in an
Indian
Village complete with Tee Pees, I was a young indian woman with
two
plats in my hair and a coloured bead braclet around my left wrist, I
wasn't
wearing any shoes, it felt like a mild Summer day. Then I was in
a Tee Pee with a very old Indian lady with grey mattered hair and a
very
wrinkly weathered face, I felt very close to this lady, she felt like a
Grandmother to me. I could see other indians around
outside.
I also had a little baby that was only very young, maybe only 4 - 8
weeks
old. All of a sudden I was outside when a group of white men came
into the camp, they weren't at all like the cowboys you see in western
movies, they wore dirty clothes and thier skin and teeth were
dirty.
They started killing everyone in the camp, one of the men took my baby
and held his hand over the baby's nose and mouth until it was dead, I
started
to run but something hit me in the back and I fell to the ground, it
must
have been a bullet because I died. I could see my spirit rising
up
into the sky but I was trying to fight it, I knew it wasn't my turn to
go. I think everyone in the camp was wiped out. I know the
year was in the 1800's. I have never been to America and I have
never
studied the American Indians but I feel that I have a connection
there.
I have always been scared to death of bears even though we don't have
bears
here in Australia and when I was a very young girl I used to get my
mother
to put my long hair in two plats so that I could play at being an
Indian
girl who would always get caught and hurt by the cowboys. When I
had my children my greatest fear was that someone would take my
children
and hurt them, I am extremely overprotective of my kids and have only
had
them baby sat a few times. Are my fears that I have today come
through
from a past life? -Simone.
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This is a dream that came to me about 2 years
ago. It may have more of a symbolic meaning, but I think perhaps I
caught
a glimpse of who I was in another life. I found myself standing on the
shore of a lake surrounded by (hidden by?) mountains and forests.
Behind
me were a group( tribe?) of native people. The whole mood was somber...
even gloomy. I realized why. In the lake, within wading
distance,
were 2 pyres with 2 wolves in each. Apparently, this was a
funeral
ceremony. We then proceeded to wade into the lake, towards the
pyres,
to pay our last respects and say goodbye. I found myself at the
pyre
on the right. I looked at the wolf.... she/he was so beautiful. I
looked closer and saw a brown slimy dirty leaf on her forehead. I
decided to brush it aside; it revealed a opening in her skull, filled
with
all kinds of detritus (small twigs, dirt, leaves) and I took it upon
myself
to clean it out. I noticed that she was starting to stir.... in my
excitement,
I started to yell to the others, who, as it turned out, had discovered
that the other wolf had been stirring as well. We all started cheering
and shouting for joy. I think I remember gently taking the wolf
out
of her pyre and lifting it above me... she was still limp, but alive.
(As
I'm writing this, I have goosebumps!) The cheering and shouting built
up
into a huge, heaven calling howl.... and then I woke up. No other
dream I have had has had such an impact on me. I feel I must point out
that I am not of Native American blood (though I have yet to validate
this
through genealogy). I give thanks to Eileen and her wonderful book, and
to all who would help me along my path. May the Great Goddess watch
over
us all! -
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While I was under hypnosis three years ago, I
saw many detailed pictures in my mind of what I believe was a past
life.
First, I saw a large river with rocky banks and an amazing sunset that
was in front of me. There were also images of tall dense forests,
mountains
and fields, a shallow round basket with some type of berries in it, and
skies heavy with rain. I lived in a village of straw-covered huts
clustered
in a clearing at the edge of the woods. I got the sense that I was
female,
but I couldn't tell you what I looked like. My main job in the village
was the care of a large herd of horses--like a healer or a
veterinarian,
I suppose.
In one image I recall, I was standing with a
brown-and-white mare who had a tiny brown and white foal at her side...
she was showing her foal to me because she trusted me. The foal put her
muzzle in my hands and she had long eyelashes and soft white whiskers.
This image made me very very happy. An image that made me frightened or
concerned was an image of a very large dead animal--possibly a
bear--lying
on the rocky riverbed. I'm not sure why I was frightened, but as I put
my hands on the animal, I saw two european men coming out of the woods
wearing dark blue hats. I'm not sure if I was afraid of these men or of
the situation, but I know I didn't understand why the animal was dead.
I also saw a type of marketplace that had a tall
fence nearby and lots of people of both races. I lived with a very old
woman who was not my mother, and I think she was blind... there was
something
strange about her eyes. She would sit with a covering over her head and
I would kneel at her feet with my head in her lap and she would stroke
my hair and talk to me. I also saw a man who was a very handsome and
fierce
warrior-type with shoulder-length black hair. He was either my brother
or my husband, I felt very proud of him, and he had an air of
disapproval
or seriousness about him because he never smiled. When I was asked for
a year, I first said "1695," then "1680," but I was sort of unclear
about
that. When asked for a location of the village, I said, "Where the two
great rivers meet." I got a sense that it was in North America, the
Pacific
Northwest/Canadian region. I couldn't recall my exact name, but knew it
as an image: the ripples that rain makes when falling on water.
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My name is Kari & I'm
a hypnotherapist on Long Island who specializes in past life
regression.
Several years ago I had a friend hypnotize me into 2 past lives. The
first
was in the turn of the 20th century (early 1900's). It was a bit
boring so won't go into it now. But the American Indian life was
very interesting...... I was a small child, age 2 or 3, standing naked
in a big grassy clearing. I couldn't tell my gender (In this culture,
gender
is decided later in life. There are 3 genders: male, female &
homosexual.). I asked my regressionist to age me ahead 15
years.
At that point, I was a young beautiful woman. Tall, light-skinned with
slightly wavy medium brown hair, I knew I lived in the Montana area
before
the "white man" came. We were all very happy with a great sense of love
& comraderie. In that life I was always filled with joy &
contentment, as are most who go back to this time. This feeling
has
been brought forward to this life; at times I'm so filled w/happiness
for
absolutely no reason at all.
Back then, I saw my mother,
husband & son. These people are unknown to me
now.
When the facilitator asked me what my greatest accomplishment was in
that
life I saw my son again, a little boy of 9. Out from him came
streams
of colored light & he morphed into a strong handsome young
man.
There they were standing next to each other, the same person, my son,
one
age 9, the other 19. He had grown into such a kind wonderful
person
& my heart then knew the pride of being a mother. My dream is
to meet him again as my son. I have no children now, but I'll be
waiting for him. -Kari
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Here's the other one I
got from a past life meditation: I'm a Native American, I don't know
when
in time it is. I'm a young man, standing on the edge of a cliff, a
shaman
is drawing a sand painting around my bare feet and chanting. The ground
shakes and the cliff crumbles, falling, breathing dirt and dust, and
I'm
dead. I think this is where my asthma came from.
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I have had several
meditations
that somehow led to these memories, each time it gets more detailed but
it starts with me being young teens I think and I was a Native American
girl. I had a lover somehow I feel it was forbidden, I followed him
without
his knowing and saw him with another. I remeber my heart bieng
completely
broken and the reality of the consequences of my actions all being
thrown
at me. I turned and ran, there is a stream (here's where it
splits)
and suddenly soldiers. I'm shot in the back and I see the water rushing
around me my blood mixing with the water. I'm so sad, I'm sure at this
point I die. This could be two seperate past lives the way it
splits
I'm not really sure. I do know in the one where I am shot I am the
chief's
daughter. If anyone else reconizes anything or was that lover
please
e-mail thanks. Christine
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I had a waking vision that I was a woman
probably
between 17-25. I lived in a tribe that consisted of only other woman. I
rememeber one day we (me and people I felt very connected to) were in
the
woods hunting a deer when we were attacked by a group of men. All of my
sisters (I am actually not sure if they were but I had such a close
connection
with them that it's possible we were family or just very close)
everyone
I was with was killed. I was shot in the stomach with an arrow but
somehow
I managed to escape and find my way back to my village. I died later
that
night. What is really wierd is that I have this birthmark on my
stomach.
And whenever I look at it I get this great feeling of loss and sadness.
- Lynn
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In my dream I was a young
native american woman about 16, my age now. I was married. My husband a
great warrior was out fighting. He came back and watched me play with
our
daughter, Sky Feather. He then called to me: Hidden Beauty get her and
run. I Native Americans II - Tribesblinked and everything was gone...
wierd. -Kelly
Native
Americans II - Tribes
