My trip to Arizona turned out to be more than a magnificent sight-seeing tour. This taught me yet another lesson. I am in the habit of saying that I can see everyone’s past lives right back to their first one – I am wrong, as you will see”.
We were about half an hour from the Grand Canyon and I was in the front seat of my friend’s (Cyndi) tour bus, enjoying the climb away from the desert into forested lands. Suddenly I found myself sitting on a horse, looking around the countryside and thinking how beautiful it all was. Then I noticed my squaw also astride a horse; and how beautiful she was too. However, the regression to one of my past lives was quickly over. I was back in the bus, in floods of tears, with one thought going through my mind, Oh, I have come home.
Thus it was that this event led to the rapid demolition of one of my most closely held assumptions, if some of my past lives remain ‘hidden’ until something triggers its revelation how can I, any longer, claim to see all of other peoples past lives. And to ram the point home I noticed that there were two further lifetimes spent as a Native American prior to the one I had just briefly experienced.
But it doesn’t end there and those of a fragile nature might like to avert their eyes at this point; it all gets a little gory.
Towards the end of my holiday we set off for a Hopi Indian reservation. There are three villages on top of a flat top mountain (mesa) which had grown, over the centuries, to become one. Curiously, and again, we were half an hour from our destination when I became, what can only be described as, seriously upset. In a state of some agitation I asked Don to stop the bus whereupon I leapt out swiftly followed by Cyndi who offered much in the way of comfort. But not before I was transported back two hundred years to a small canyon occupied by three teepees.
I was immediately aware that I was a seven-year old Native American boy, playing with my siblings and friends. The Brave’s and the old men were away hunting. A white prospector riding a donkey, and leading another one, came into view. He quickly sized up the situation. Frozen to the spot, I watched in horror as he both raped and murdered my Mother. He was about to turn his attention to the other squaws when the Braves returned.
Cyndi had said a few moments earlier that she had ‘seen’ me running away from something. She was right and I did just that as the white man started panicking and shooting. I was his second victim and died instantly; shot in the back. Seconds later a well-placed arrow disabled him. The braves made sure that his death was a very slow and painful one. As if enough was not enough I was to see this execution, as within seconds I had returned to the scene, in spirit form.
I had begun to calm down and at the same time traveled forward to the present day, but still in the canyon. And there was the prospector, in spirit form right in front of me. He knew who I was, and prompted by Cyndi I offered him my forgiveness.
End of the story? – No! I realised then that there was a duty to perform. One I have enacted before on quite a few occasions in this lifetime. I spoke to him again.
“My friend you are not supposed to be here. You are Earthbound. A ghost if you prefer that description”.
Right on cue my spirit guides opened a portal into the next dimension and, as is usual he ran through the portal, over the bridge and into the arms of his relatives, friends, teachers and guides.
Cyndi propelled me towards the edge of a cliff to ‘chill’ whilst she returned to the bus to explain, no doubt, to our spiritual fellow travelers and friends what had happened. I sat on the edge of the cliff and chilled as ordered. And I was looking down into a small canyon. So was it the same one? Well……The energy I felt whilst in Arizona was amazing and of course the two events described above combined to make it a visit of a lifetime.
I am deeply grateful to my splendid friends Cyndi and Don, such wonderful hosts. My feet did not touch the ground the whole time I was there. Everyday we left Sedona (America’s Glastonbury/Totness) to investigate in just ten days at least half of Arizona.
I return in November to ‘do’ the other ’alf.
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My trip to Arizona which had some painful spiritual repercussions