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    HI there, I have always believed in reincarnation and as a child I dreamed a lot about deep space, aliens and the like. My dreams were always full color, three dimensional and complete with motion, smell, touch and weight. Many years ago I started dreaming in series, like chapters in a book. I started putting the dreams to pen and paper and a book (several) was the result. After I started writing my dreams fell way but the characters and stories stayed with me. When I set at the keyboard and start writing, with in a few minutes they are all there with me. Their presence is unmistakable and they stay with me all the time I am in the story. One of my heroes was killed in book three and reincarnated back in a different world. She seems to be with me constantly now. I didn't give it much thought until odd things started happening, not bad things, mind you, just odd little safety things. Like a light switch getting turned off that I knew I had forgotten or the stove burner being shut off just before I reach for it. (an occasional movement caught out of the corner of my eye) I stumbled onto an article by Alexander David-Neel about 'Tulpas' and I am wondering if may have created 'Jessica' with all the time I spent working with my characters.
    Anyway, I had a dream (Very intense) years ago about a pool game in the late 1800s in the American southwest. There was a dispute over something and I was shot, point blank in the chest. I distinctly remember the man who shot me and the big handgun he used. A blaze of fire and smoke flew from the barrel and everything went to slow motion. I was lifted up by the impact and flew backward crashing into the stools by the bar with people running everywhere. I can, as I write this. I hear the sound and smell the gunpowder. All my life I have had stomach trouble in the area of the gunshot. Doctors tell me it is a hiatal hernia and as I get older it has became more acute. I may, in fact have to do surgery. Thanks, Always, KMD (This is a url of my books, written mostly from past memories. http://members.aol.com/kmd6126)
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    I am 16 years old and in my religion, reincarnation is not a belief, but a sin. The stange thing is, that I believe 100% that I am living my second life. When I meet people for the first time, I have a brief episode, I know that I have met this person before. I have weird vibes with people, and I believe that I too can sense if they are living a rebirth .
    In the early 70's i was about 26, I was tall, thin, and of Greek, Italian descent. At 16 now, i am fair skinned with green eyes.  The worst part about knowing that i am reincarnated, is that i want to go back to my previous life, and change myself. I hate  that in my past life i was a cocaine, herion addict, not to mention a small time prostitute. I had no more than a high school education, and I died in california of a heroin overdose.
    When I drive at dusk, this is when my past life begins to remember  the most. I remeber driving A LOT in Nevada, and there were never clouds in the sky and tumbleweeds everyware. I would drink coffee, and smoke as i drove all over Nevada. I was a waitress in towns i temporarly settled in. I was engaged twice but called both weddings off.  The reason why is that I loved both men, and they were brothers. That is all that I recall right now. If there is any information of a woman dying of a  drug overdose in the 70s in california, that was of greek, italian decent, could i please release her of my soul now? Thank you, Angela
 

Westward Migration
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    First, please let me say great site!  Thanks for everybody's these stories.
    I started having this dream when I was about ten years old.  In the dream, I am a young woman, and we are part of a wagon train headed "out West".  At the end of a long day the wagons stopped for the night and, even though I was tired from walking all day, I slipped off into the woods nearby to be alone for a while.  I had the impression that this was something I was in the habit of doing, even though I wasn't supposed to go off alone. As I walked, I looked for flowers...I remember seeing my clothing:  a long brown skirt, a light brown blouse with small blue flowers, and brown dusty boots.  I think my hair was a light brown--I remember a strand blowing in my eyes.  Eventually, I came to a bluff, and I walked to the edge to see what was down below. I remember the ground falling away, and I fell.  The next thing I knew I was lying on my back, and I heard voices calling my name (which I don't remember).  I opened my eyes and saw a face peering over the edge of what remained of the bluff, and a man shouting "I've found her, she's down here!"  I remember wanting to call back, but  I couldn't speak, I couldn't open my mouth, or move at all.
    By the way, I'm not afraid of heights---but I have always been terrified of breaking my neck.  I was the only kid on the block who couldn't do somersaults or cartwheels--I refused to even try.  Thanks for the site. Allison
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    I have believed in reincarnation for quite awhile now, but I have never been lucky enough to experiance a past-life dream for myself until last night: I was a white woman in early America.  I had traveled out west with my father and we had just settled on our new land.  I don't know where my mother was, she may have been dead.  Anyway, some of the neighboring settlers grew jealous of the apparently valuable land we had selected, and they attacked us one day.  (Before this, I had made  friends with the Native Americans living in the area.  I believe they were Paiute, but I don't know anything about this particular tribe.)  My father and I fled on horseback through the Paiute lands, and I whistled the secret call I had been taught.  Sure enough, the tribe came to our aid and took us into their village.  The man who had befriended me was a warrior I think, and we were in love.  With my father's blessing, we were wed in a ceremony by the chief (?). Several nights later, the other settlers returned in greater numbers and there was a large battle between the settlers and the Paiute.  When it was over, I saw my husband lying on the ground.  I ran to him and felt for his pulse.  It was still there!  However, he was wounded, so my father and I carried him to the medicene man.  I don't know if he ever recovered because at that point I woke up.  I htink his name began with a "K."  That's all.
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    When I was 13, I did a past life regression that I found in a little booklet that my mom had brought home for me. I asked if I had known one of my friends from this life before. The vision I got was of two little girls with blonde hair and freckles riding in a covered wagon and talking. We were sisters. The desert air was very dry and hot, and dusty. I got the feeling that we had died on the way to wherever we were going. (I'm assuming California because it seemed to be around the time of the Gold Rush.)

Frontier
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    I've had a recurring dream that I'm a judge in the old west and I'm having a secret meeting with some people they look like the bad guys u see on TV and I ask for the cash and they hand me bank bags then I'm outside and this sherif is talking to me about some bank robbers then I wake up.
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    I am a practicing Wicca for about 1 year now.  I did a past life meditation and this is what I saw: I was in what seemed to be the old west.  I saw an older lady sitting in a rocking chair on a porch.  It made me happy to see her.  Then I saw a man getting shot (it seemed like I was viewing this from the angle of the shooter).  I went over to him I think to see if he was dead.  I was sad but not like if someone I cared about was hurt.  Then I saw a young girl hanging in the town square.
    At this point of the meditation I got very, very upset and began to shake.  Could this
have been me?  I'm not sure.  That was all I saw.  I haven't done it again.  When I came out of the meditation I cried for 20 minutes or so.  That sad feeling stayed with me for another day.  It was very strange.  What do you think? -Calydia
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        Shortly after meeting the man who would become my college boyfriend, I had a very vivid dream.  This is remarkable because it is quite unlike me to remember a dream. I was standing on a long, covered, wooden porch- I just seem to know that it was that of a schoolhouse the townspeople had just completed, probably part of a new western frontier town.  With a happy sense of accomplishment I'm admiring the work and wiping my dirty hands on my long skirt.  I'm chatting with a townsperson, a man I've been working with on the project but don't know well.
    While we're talking I look up to see a great wave of fire storming toward us. There is brief terror as we all run but are quickly taken over by the flames.  The part of the "dream" that stands out the most after all these years is what happened after the fire swept over me.  Immediately the terror I had been feeling is gone!  I am standing again with the man with whom I had just been talking.  I immediately recognize him as a friend (soul mate) from many lifetimes.  We look at each other and laugh as I say " well at least we were together for a little while in that lifetime".  That feeling of being transported from one lifetime into the beyond gives me so much comfort in this life.  Like most people I worry about the hows and ways that death might come to me or to someone I love.  Deep down I know that even in the most horrific of deaths, pain and fear are only temporary. Moments after death these can be forgotten and even laughed about.
    As for my college boyfriend-I had immediately recognized him as the man in my "dream".  15 years later I still struggle with how this is supposed to play out in this lifetime.  Our relationship turned out to be much less than perfect.  He had high, thick walls surrounding the interior I felt I had known for so many lifetimes. Occasionally I would get a glimpse of the true him, but after more than 3 years that was just not enough.  I am happily married to another man-with whom I feel absolutely no past life connection-but occasionally I do wonder if maybe I gave up too soon.  Oh well-I know there will be more lifetimes to figure it out. JOYOUSLY, MEG
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  I have had a recurring "dream" for nearly 10 years now.  The reason I say "dream" like that is because I've had it awake as well. I remember that it was in the old west, I'm not sure of the date, but I remember my house and land. I remember how there was a stream about 100 yards from the front of the house with a log over it that the kids always played on. I remember that my daughter loved to play outside and there was another child, a boy. I want to say my nephew, but I am not sure. He doesn't feel like my son. I remember looking from the far side of the stream toward the house. That is the only angle I ever see. I didn't see any kids around the house then. There is just the memory of the house and land.
    One other memory has come to me over the years, I was in town, buying things and had both kids with me, and a man walked up to me and I sent the kids into the general store or maybe it was called a mercantile? Anyway I sent them in because I was afraid of the man but I didn't want them to know.  I told them to buy some candy. I saw a reflection of me in the glass of the window. I had on a bonnet, but I could see my blonde hair. In this life I have brown hair, but was blonde as a child. I also have seen one psychic about this. She told me that my daughter died from an inflamed thyroid and that after she died so young, I became like a hermit. That I wouldn't see anyone and became very bitter. She also said my soul mate was at the fair and he had electric green eyes. that was 8 years ago. I'm still waiting.

Arizona
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    Early Morning on Sept 30, 2004 I was Dreaming and I was in Arizona though some of the Area was in the younger years of it being a state. It starts out with high school sports. Our uniforms are black and blue and looked a little more on the hockey side of uniforms even though we were playing Football. One person on the Team was able to come up with our name and all I can recall from it is Blue. Which he also reffered to everyone as Blue even the only Female on the Team, which is something she hated. She threw out a couple of other names to be called by but the most memorable one was Ice.
    During what I take was our last Game some of the members of the Team that must have been in a tight group in a lack of terms, which I was also in started to leave, going many different ways. The game was nearly over and Me and the last three from what I could tell were on the sidelines so we started to walk away from the game. As we walked there was a guy I best recall as Avermen like from Mighty Ducks trilogy! And Ice I never caught what my name was there nore a nick name that was used for me. I was the one that started to call the lady Ice and she seemed to like that. As we walked away we all talked and they asked where it would be that I was heading I told them that I really had no place to go but to stay here in Arizona they could tell I wasn't happy about staying since we were all suppose to be going to differnt places I think it was because we were affraid of the government at the time but for what and why and if it's true I am not sure. They never did invite me to come with them though at least according to the dream on how this took place I gave Ice a somewhat passionte kiss goodbye and her and Avermen left to head to catch the train well I rode off to look for a safe place to be. That's the end of the Dream of this past life I know I would love some information about it if
a! ny one has something similar to it Please let me Know!
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    Several years ago my friends and I visited Tombstone, Arizona. There we sat in Big Nose Kates. I visited the gift shop at the bottom of the bar.As I entered the room I felt such a huge engulfing of someone around me.I knew that someone was dwelling or living there.This is when the woman who was working there told me,and showed me where a young miner was living there many years ago.I walked over to his room,which is barred off.I put my hand through the bars and felt the walls.I told her of this man and everything I said was true.I did not know this even existed.I had the pleasure of going back downstairs with the owner after the bar had closed.He went down with me and allowed me to reach into the walls once again.It was absolutely incredible.The owner then asked me to walk down a set of steps that was coming from the kitchen down the side entrance of this fellow's blocked off room. He also told me of how every woman that had walked down these steps was actually pushed when she reached the third step to the bottom. I proceeded to walk down these steps, as I reached the third step nothing happened. I reached my hand through his bars one more and just felt love. I was not pushed.
    From that moment on this man has followed me in guidance it would seem. Coming home on our flight I had a vision of someone telling me not to take this flight back home.I told my friends of this and one minute later we were all told to leave the plane.We proceeded to get on another flight and I turned to
them and said,"We are not going home on this plane there is something wrong.Once again we were told to leave the plane.There was a hole found in it.Prior to our leaving, in the motel room after visiting Big Nose Kates, my boyfriend was alone in our room, I was outside with my girlfriend. He said that he felt someone touch his shoulder as if they were right there with him.
    This is a long story but I felt the need to share it.I truley believe that we had a past life and that others are around us always.This truely inspired me,I hope to return one day soon to say hello to this fine person again.It turns out that he was a miner for silver. He was killed by a female and they were still looking for his silver.I told them to discontinue the search, it isn't there. I hope when I return he will greet me once again.This is not the  only experience I have.My boyfriend that I live with,I always smell his parents and feel their presence around the house always.I dream of them.I have never had the privilege of meeting them but I am certain that they were truly wonderful people.Thanks for allowing me to share my experiences with you.Hope to be able to write again .Sincerely, Diane L.
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  During meditation in the early 1980's I saw myself, Jack Norris, as being very intoxicated riding his horse down an arroyo.  I fell off the horse,  broke my neck and died.  During the opening and closing of that window I knew that Jack Norris was a noncommissioned officer in the US Army.  He was probably an alcoholic and also deep thinker. His fellow solders called him Captain but he was a Sergeant.  I am unable to fathom why he was referred to as Capt.  He was distrustful of native Americans but was fascinated by the Mexican culture.  Their close family traditions and devotion to their religion was of immense interest to him.  I surmise that he was a good man, a deep thinker but an alcoholic.  My impression is that these event occured in Arizona.
    In this life I am a recovered alcoholic and enjoy being with my Hispanic friends.  I sponsor a number of Mexican American men in AA.  Curiously, I have always been very aware when a Native American was in my presence. Although courteous to all Indian people It seemed as if my awareness level increased a couple of notches when I was involved with them .  A few years ago I  bought a book about past lives.  I then went of a restaurant for lunch. I just opened the book and I was presented with a knowing, like the opening and closing of a window, where in just a few moments you see a picture and it is you and you know all about that existence.  I was an Indian boy who had a horrible disfigured face from childbirth. When I reached puberty I was attacked and killed by all the men and boys in the village.  This knowing provided me the knowledge that customarily the tribal elders would not allow deformed males to mature and possibly impregnate some of the females.
    I later checked with the Arizona Historical Society and was referred to the Society in Gila Bend or Yuma.  I was informed that  on the next to the Gila river there is a boulder with the name J. Norris, December 25, 1849.  Today I am 72 years old and have comfortable knowing that my spirit is using this body and one day will shed it and I will continue the my spiritual journey. Be of good cheer. Arley H.

California
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    This summer on vacation something a little unnerving happened. My family and I had spent a week in Rosarita Beach, Mexico to build houses with a large church group, and decided to stay a week in San Diego afterwards. We were taking the trolley to another part of town, and as we walked into the train station, I got an incredibly strong feeling that I'd been there before, but in my memory of the place it looked entirely different. Everything had a yellowed-brown light to it in my mind's eye, and it seemed to be set in the mid-1800's. I remember sitting on one of the benches and thinking it was hot, because in the memory I am a little boy of about 8 in a long-sleeved brown suit, but with short pants. There were two older women sitting near me talking, and there was a lot of dusty sunlight, I remeber. The women were in heavy, long dresses and were also complaining about the heat. In the train station with my family, while they went to buy tickets for the trolley, I walked over and there was a historical display on the station, and the photographs looked exactly like I remembered the station. I shivered while I was in there, and I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. The thing that troubles me is that I'm a Christian, and we don't really believe in reincarnation. I don't know what to make of it, really. Thanks. ~adios~ Katie W
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    I remember in my last life that I was a singer in a club, sort of like the USO, around the 1930's.  This was in California.  The only thing that I have really remembered is that I died young.  My boyfriend at the time was in the military and he was on his way home to see me.  All I know is that I was either drunk and fell down the stairs or was pushed.  But that is how I died. Please help me to find out more about my past lives especially since I think I may have a spirit or something from one that is still haunting me.
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Colorado
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    Every since I was a child I can remember a life which is not of my own. It has bothered me for almost 43 years now and has had bearing and direction to this life that at times has caused me to make some very poor decisions, and I often wonder if that life has not cheated this life from living fully and normally. What I do remember is being very much in love with a woman. I still can see her standing at the mirror brushing her long dark brown hair. Her eyes were blue. I can remember some sort of under garment that had many, many laces up and down it. A long dress, and the shoes had many laces up them as well. I can remember a cameo that she loved to wear around her neck. I don't have many more memories of this woman other than lying in bed watching her dress herself. I also remember two small children. A small boy and a small girl. Both who wore clothing of that period. I've never been able to remember their names. I believe that we lived in a mining town in the state of Colorado but I don't think I had any thing to do with mining. Matter of fact, I think we moved around a lot.
    I think I was not the most respectable type of person that I am now. Maybe a bad man. My last memory of the entire affair is being in either the State of Arizona or New Mexico. On some sort of business. I remember getting some sort of communicate to come home urgently. In doing so I took a way to home I normally did not travel. I was traveling by horseback. For some reason I was being chased. By either white men or Indians. I'm very unsure of that. But my running stopped when I came across a very large canyon that I could not cross. That is when I was shot. I don't think I died right away. Maybe lived for maybe a day or so. When I did pass I remember a light coming down from the heavens. Almost like a light that comes through a dark storm cloud as it opens to let some light through. I resisted going into the light. Crossing over if you want to call it that. I wanted, I had, I needed to get home. This woman was the love of my life. I have no idea how long I was out there. When your dead, time seems to either drag, or stand still all together. I finally gave in and went into the light.
    The next memory I have is being on my back in a very bright place. It was a place that was so tranquil. So full of love. Beyond anything I can describe. I can remember off in the distance sounded like a few hushed voices speaking between themselves. But I could not hear what they were saying. I'm not even sure it was a language I know. I never did see these people. The next thing I remember is being hurled out. And after that, being a small child. As a small child I have had these exact same memories as I still do to this day. Nothing added or subtracted. Just the same. I don't know if it is normal, but as a small child I always knew what making love to a woman was like. This did not come from my household. I was raised extremely strict and my parents would never have done any thing to suggest such a thing. I have looked for this woman every since coming back.
    I can remember as a child, we used to take weekend rides into the mountains. The town in where I last saw the woman, all was extremely old. But for what reasons, I could remember parts of it as if brand new. Talk about being confused. I remember this building new as if it were yesterday. And now look at it, it is a very old relic today. The mistakes I've made trying to find this person. My first wife, looked very much like the person for whom I searched. But after a few weeks of marriage, I knew I did not get it right. I re-married again, but not to anyone I thought may be her. We divorced in 01 and I met another dark haired, but brown eyed girl. For a very long  time I thought I had found her. We were so compatible together. Never had a bad word between us. If one of us started a sentence, the other could finish it. Not to mention, we were together 24-7 in a 8X10 foot area. I never questioned her about any memories that she might have had. I didn't want to start something I could not end. But I became ill and she left me. So I don't think I found the person, close, very close, but not right.
    In 1987, my grandmother and I took a long driving vacation, we were out in the middle of Arizona East of the Grand Canyon. I could not see above the roadway because the roadway sat down in a cut. As I was driving along the hair started to stand up on the back of my neck. A feeling rushed over me like being slugged with a ball bat. I stopped the car, got out and walked up the short roadside. To my unbelieving eyes, a deep cut in the earth a canyon not very wide but deep. The same one I have remembered all this time. Then again in 02, I was driving long haul truck. I was dispatched on a run from Salt Lake City Utah to Phoenix, AZ. The company had us run a two lane road out of Salt Lake to Flagstaff AZ. On the run down, the same thing started to happen to me again, the hair on my neck started to stand up and I felt like I had been hit with a ball bat. Coming down a steep grade I could see the same canyon and the other roadway I was on back in 87. This really creeped me out. From what I can tell I'm pretty sure it is Indian land that the canyon sits in. Maybe even the mouth to the great Grand Canyon. I don't know. I just know that I am very much connected to that piece of earth.
    Since being disabled, I have had such an urge to go out there and to walk the edge of that canyon. Looking for anything that may have been mine. Finding anything there would help, but it would not prove it was mine. From all of this I don't know why I have had such heartache. Not crossing over right away, my soul could have been there a very long time. Because the world in which I was reborn into certainly is not where I came from. Since, I've given up all hope on ever finding the person I came back for. If that is why I am back. I feel that it is. I am not afraid of dying again. But what I am afraid of is where I will go from there. I hate this place. I have always felt like a fish out of water in this day and age. I've been unhappy and miserable. And now that my body is giving out on me, I hate it all the more. I think I could fill an entire book with everything that has happened since but hope this is a good semi-explanation. Maybe I should have looked for some sort of professional help years ago. But I honestly thought I would succeed in my mission. I have a lot of questions now.
    I'm sure I'll never get the exact answer but close enough would be good enough for me. I've often wondered why I have been left with such a haunting memory. And how does this life affect the other. Because if I ever were to find that woman, whoever she was, she would be the one I would want to remain tied to. When going back to the light this time, I know this time I want to stay regardless of the situation. I have no binds of this life wanting to come back again. If there is anyone who wants to contact me regarding this letter, I have no problem corresponding with them. I will answer any question truthfully. I have no gain or time for lies or games. Now that I have found a source for this subject, I know a good portion of my time will now be dedicated at looking all material over. I've only told this story to close friends and family. I've never been doubted that I know of. But if I am, I really don't care. I thought for many years that maybe this was some sort of sick notion stuck into my head, but I've come across to much physical proof throughout the years that tells me that there is more to it than I even know. Thank you for allowing me to send this to you. I don't know if my E-mail is printed on the posting so here it is if it is not Morpeened@aol.com. Thank you, sincerely, BM Harding.

Wyoming
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    I had a past life regression done on me by a friend. He had me mentally walk down a beach, then into a building with a long hall. Off the hall were many doors. I opened one and went in. This is what I saw.
The first thing I saw was an old fashioned farm kitchen. you know, the kind with a big open hearth fireplace, a spit for turning fowl, big chopping block in the middle etc-in short every modern yuppie dream retro kitchen. The fire was burning. On a side counter there was jarred preserves and I knew I had made them.  The kitchen was warm and cosy and should have evoked a pleasant feeling but not for me. Instead it brought up feelings of drudgery and bitterness. I went through the kitchen to the hall. There was a staircase sort of spiraling up. Everything was beautiful, warm wood, spotless, scrubbed.  I hated the place.
    I remembered my name was Caroline Evans. I was 37 and the year was 1889.  My husband was named John or Jonathan. I was angry and bitter because my husband had brought me out from my native England and dumped me here in this dust hole called Wyoming. He had promised me a new life, adventure, a big house in the country...all of which he delivered. It would have been perfect except for his hateful mother. She despised me and treated me like a servant. Nothing I did was good enough for her. Worse yet, once she had come over from England with us he seemed to stop loving me and instead always sided with his mother. He didn't care that I was miserable. We lived so far from any real neighbours that I never saw anyone but him and her. I was lonely and missed my family very much. I hated the dry air, the dust, the tumbleweeds, the chickens clucking, everything about the place. We had no children for some reason, a fact which his mother viciously delighted in throwing in my face at every opportunity. She held it against me that I appeared to be unable to give her only child  a son.  It was poor luck "with this wife" as she kept putting it.
    Every day was a constant list of chores and the work seemed neverending.  We lived in a place that I thought was called "Hampsford" or something. It was near a river and darned little else. Later I looked up Wyoming on a map (since I live in Eastern Canada I was not familiar with the state at all). There is indeed a small place called Ham's Fork, near a river.  Even today Ham's Fork is apparently a desolate sparsely populated place. As I said, I was 37 and I knew I was dying of some 'disease of the womanly parts." I felt it was connected somehow with my inability to bear children. I had known for some time and had decided not to tell anyone as death seemed my only way out.  I knew that very shortly I would not be able to carry on my household duties and that my husband would insist on me seeing a doctor. I took malicious pleasure in knowing it was already too late.
    When I "awoke" from the regression, I was ice-cold despite being under a blanket on my bed.
 

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