I don't remember much about Stella. She was my first regression and so far she has been the only name I've remembered. I'm hoping to discover more about her.
Stella lived in the late 1800's. She was born in England and was a very wealth socialite. She died fairly young at the age of 36.
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Kelehwah
I've waited a long time to upload this memory. It's a strange one that makes me feel oddly emotional.
I was about 8 years old when I died. I was Native American. My father was leader of the tribe. My name was Kelehwah. I'm not sure if that was how it was spelt but that's how it sounded (Keel-eh-wah). We didn't do much writing so I never saw it written down. Anyway here goes.
I was young when I died. About 7 years old I'd guess. Before my death my life had been happy. As well as my father I had a loving mother and an older sister. I can remember a battle. White men had arrived with guns. A lot of tribes were being wiped out. We were all pretty afraid. People tried to hide what they were feeling from me but there was a sense in the air that something bad was happening.
I remember my father telling me that there was nothing to be afraid off. Life was full of love and peace and promise. That whatever happened the Great Mother Earth surrounded and protected us at all times. He explained that some people didn't respect the Great Mother. They took from the earth without thinking. I remember asking if those people would be punished and I was told no. Eventually people would realise what had gone wrong and the balance would be adressed. Living life wasn't about being punished he explained. He told me that the white people had lost their way. They had forgotten their truth and there was a great emptiness inside them. He explained that they tried to fill this emptiness with things but the soul didn't need things. As long as they tried to make themselves feel better by owning more they could never be complete.
A few weeks after that the men rode off towards a battle. My father joined with other tribe leaders to face the great threat. I noticed that my sister had gone and i left the village to try and find her. I followed her tracks to a large field. The field was soaked red with blood. Men lay everywhere dead and mutilated. The smell in the air was strange. there was the sweetest smell of the grass, yet it was heavy with the metallic scentof blood. I looked around the field trying to find my sister. Some men had had the tops of their heads cut off. Others had holes in their bodies. I eventually found my sister, she was lying dead beside my father. I was over come with grief and sat on the body grass beside them for days. Never moving. I eventually drifted off to sleep and never woke up.
This was an interesting memory for me. There are a lot of things that I still don't understand. i don't know much about Native American history so if any of you can explain these things then please do. I understand that most of the bodies were shot. I guess that places it in a time when the pilgrims first descended upon America. I don't know anything about gun history but maybe that would help predict the date.
I don't understand why some of the bodies had been scalped though. I had always believed that Scalping was an Indian tradition. Does anyone know if the white people had adopted this practice at anytime? Maybe the tribes had turned on each other at the battle? I believe that I died of starvation. I stayed with the bodies of my family and couldn't leave. I have no memory of soldiers coming back to the battlefield. It was very warm and I believe that I slipped into unconsciousness caused by dehydration and never awoke. I suppose that there are worse ways to go.
I was about 8 years old when I died. I was Native American. My father was leader of the tribe. My name was Kelehwah. I'm not sure if that was how it was spelt but that's how it sounded (Keel-eh-wah). We didn't do much writing so I never saw it written down. Anyway here goes.
I was young when I died. About 7 years old I'd guess. Before my death my life had been happy. As well as my father I had a loving mother and an older sister. I can remember a battle. White men had arrived with guns. A lot of tribes were being wiped out. We were all pretty afraid. People tried to hide what they were feeling from me but there was a sense in the air that something bad was happening.
I remember my father telling me that there was nothing to be afraid off. Life was full of love and peace and promise. That whatever happened the Great Mother Earth surrounded and protected us at all times. He explained that some people didn't respect the Great Mother. They took from the earth without thinking. I remember asking if those people would be punished and I was told no. Eventually people would realise what had gone wrong and the balance would be adressed. Living life wasn't about being punished he explained. He told me that the white people had lost their way. They had forgotten their truth and there was a great emptiness inside them. He explained that they tried to fill this emptiness with things but the soul didn't need things. As long as they tried to make themselves feel better by owning more they could never be complete.
A few weeks after that the men rode off towards a battle. My father joined with other tribe leaders to face the great threat. I noticed that my sister had gone and i left the village to try and find her. I followed her tracks to a large field. The field was soaked red with blood. Men lay everywhere dead and mutilated. The smell in the air was strange. there was the sweetest smell of the grass, yet it was heavy with the metallic scentof blood. I looked around the field trying to find my sister. Some men had had the tops of their heads cut off. Others had holes in their bodies. I eventually found my sister, she was lying dead beside my father. I was over come with grief and sat on the body grass beside them for days. Never moving. I eventually drifted off to sleep and never woke up.
This was an interesting memory for me. There are a lot of things that I still don't understand. i don't know much about Native American history so if any of you can explain these things then please do. I understand that most of the bodies were shot. I guess that places it in a time when the pilgrims first descended upon America. I don't know anything about gun history but maybe that would help predict the date.
I don't understand why some of the bodies had been scalped though. I had always believed that Scalping was an Indian tradition. Does anyone know if the white people had adopted this practice at anytime? Maybe the tribes had turned on each other at the battle? I believe that I died of starvation. I stayed with the bodies of my family and couldn't leave. I have no memory of soldiers coming back to the battlefield. It was very warm and I believe that I slipped into unconsciousness caused by dehydration and never awoke. I suppose that there are worse ways to go.
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