This the most complete vision I have had regarding my previous
incarnation. For lack of a better term, I call it my Indian thing.
The story came to me in bits and pieces and small flashes. Most of
the revelations came when I was swimming either in my pool or in the
My first glimpse was in the early summer this year. I had just
finished with some yard work and it was HOT. I was lazily floating in
the pool cooling off when I "saw" me swimming in some shallow water
near a bank on a river. I was wading ashore through some reeds. I
had the impression that I was a male Native American. Had a Bowie
type knife in my right hand. The scene disappeared as quickly as it
How did I know what I was looking at? This particular vision appeared
the same way that another past life popped into my current reality.
A few weeks later, I was in a class that was studying past lives and
doing a meditation exploring past lives. We were instructed to look on the
big screen and see a past life. The first one I saw was the male Indian
walking into the village. I was wearing fringed buckskin long pants and
shoes. I had long, straight, black hair and no shirt. It was dry and warm,
but not too hot. To my right was a tepee and other than an eagle painted
near the top, there was something in red on it as well, but I am not clear
as to the image. I had a feeling of impending judgment. The village
appeared to be unoccupied for the moment.
About two weeks after that class, I was rafting on the Chattahoochee with
several friends. We pulled over to the little beach across from diving rock
to watch the idiots jumping into the water. It was hot and I decided to go
swimming in the river.
I plunged into almost a quarter of the way into it and soon as I did, I felt
transformed. When I surfaced, I could see the rest of the drama playing
itself out before me. I was back in the other river and had come ashore.
There was a young woman with her back to me. I snuck up to her. At this
point, my conscious mind knew what was going to happen and I raced back to
the beach. NG asked me what was wrong, and I told her, nothing. Grabbed a
beer and took a long drink. She asked me again what was the matter. Had
she been the only one there, I might have told her, but it was too much to
explain to everyone. Fuck it, I thought, might as well go back it and see
the rest of it through.
I went back into the river and watched the rest of the scenario. I was on
top of the woman, raping her and she was crying. Consciously, I was almost
vomiting, but pressed on with the story. The scene shifted as I was making
my approach to the village..still a little damp. Again, the scene shifted
and I was naked and bound to a boulder on a hill and left to die. I could
feel the heat beating down on me and was resigned to my fate, wishing only
it would be swift. An eagle circled briefly and I could see it was carrying
something in his mouth when he sat down next to me.
That ended this chapter and I went back to the beach with the others. NG
told me that I didn't look well, and I told her, I would tell her later. We
left the area and continued down the Chattahoochee.
A short time later as I was swimming in my pool at home, I saw another
chapter of this indian thing. I don't recall the ambient temperature
exactly but, it was fairly warm here. I was just floating and not really
thinking about finishing the story when I saw me again tied to the rock. It
was VERY hot and I was very dehydrated. There was an Indian woman who was
approaching, keeping her head down. She told me she was a relative of the
woman I had raped...a cousin, I think. She loosened my bonds and set me
free she said because the other woman felt I had learned my lesson. I felt
ashamed and humbled and grateful.
As we started to walk away, she turned toward me so I could see her face. I
almost fell over in real time..it was NG! Same height and build, but long
black hair, not blonde. We walked to the edge of the forest and she
disappeared for a minute and came back with some leaves she could weave into
a makeshift loin cloth. We continued on in silence going deeper into the
forest. It was quite a change from the hot, dry hillside a little while
Try as I might to force a vision of the Indian thing, I couldn't. The last
glimpse came late in August as I was driving down the road from Lexington.
We had gotten to a clearing in the forest. Where the forest was dark and
very moist, the clearing was sunny and the grass while cool was not wet.
She beckoned me to sit down and she sat opposite me. She had a piece of
paper in her hand. I am not sure if it was the same as the eagle was
carrying. That is the last I have seen of the Indian thing.
When I say I heard or someone said something to me, it was not as though we
were speaking in real time. I "heard" it in my head or knew it intuitively
so I am not able to place any type of foreign language.
The time frame I think I was dealing with was the late 1700's. Geography is
a lot harder to figure out. Originally I thought it might be the southwest,
but there is too much forest and moisture. The contrast between the dry and
the forest tends to make me think it may be further north, perhaps the
The primary sense I was aware of was sight and feeling. I could see most of
my surroundings..the blue sky, the rock I was attached to, etc. I could
feel the weather and the changes..the dry and the moisture. I was also
aware of my gut feelings during this incarnation. The power I felt during
the rape, the repulsion and dread afterward; the relief at the rescue.
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I am told we are shown things from past lives in order to work out a problem
in our current incarnation. This particular story did two things for me. It
made me "believe" in reincarnation. Prior to this, it was something that
seemed like a possibility, but now it became very real. To the skeptics out
there who might say that this was nothing more than a dream, I say, bunk! I
am aware of when I dream and when I am fully awake. If I were not awake in
the river, the pool and the van, I would be dead now. For me, daydreams are
never this vivid. This experience made reincarnation "click" and, as a side
benefit, lessened my fear of death since I know what lies beyond (well, not
100%...there is a teeny bit of "suppose I am wrong...")
The second thing it did was to expose the origins of my fear of the dark and
someone sneaking up on me as I did many years ago. I am better able to be
in the dark now.
Subsequent conversations with NG revealed that at the time of my visions on
the river with her and the others, she saw the vision herself while I was
experiencing it. She had "seen" the entire story and knows the outcome of
our time in the clearing in the woods. Even though my curiosity is aroused,
we both agreed that when the time was proper for me to know the outcome, it
would be revealed to me and she would not tell me it.
There was a point in time that I felt that one of my missions for this
incarnation was to pay her back for the kindness she had showed me. She
assured me that she did not see this as a necessity..that I didnt owe her
For those who are curious, NG and I met on the Atlanta Connection back in
early March of this year. We both logged on there within two weeks of each