I was about 14 or 15 I had a vivid past life recall.
I was a man, probably in the early 18th century in America.
I remember being an herbal doctor who learned my skills
from the native people.
lived in a small one-room cabin in the woods and didn't
own a horse. I walked everywhere. I remember walking
down worn paths through the woods and knowing all the
my memory, I walked up to another small house in the
woods where I visited an older woman who had heart problems.
Her daughters lived with her, one of whom I was in love
with, but it wasn't like it is now; we couldn't just
go around together.
felt like people didn't like me very much and I didn't
know why. But I knew that, eventually, that girl and
I were going to get married and I was very happy.
is where it becomes more clear to me why people didn't
like me. I was loyal to England and we were about to
go to war. I was walking down a road and some men who
were hiding in the trees shot me from behind. I had
known them, and they killed me because they knew I was
loyal to England.
After having this vision, I enrolled in a class on herbal
medicine and enjoyed it, and invited my best friend
to come with me. About ten years later I had a regression
done, during which I realized she was the girl I was
supposed to marry in that life. We are still best friends
and, thankfully, she believed me when I told her about
all of this.
Posted August 3rd, 2013