want to share the memory of my most recent past life.
The time was during Prohibition. A dusty lane led to
a cornfield. It was late summer because the corn was
high. On either side of the lane were woods, and cars
from that era were parked along the side of the road.
was standing on top of one of the cars, which was being
used as a makeshift stage so I could be seen by the
large crowd of men gathered around me. I was wearing
a red dress with spaghetti-like straps, trimmed in white
fringe. It was short, above my knees and made of silk.
I was blond and very young, I think around sixteen.
I sang my heart out while dancing on my very small stage.
When I finished, the audience whistled and applauded.
It was a joy to know that they had liked my performance!
I didn't get paid to perform. Just being able to sing
and dance was payment enough for me, and there were
free drinks if I wanted them.
I "knew" that these men had parked on that
dusty road far from the city so they could drink without
being caught by the police.
I was nine years old at the time of the dream, and I
knew that the girl in the dream was me and that this
was much more than just a dream. It was filled with
things I had no knowledge about until I got older. In
addition, reincarnation was something I had never heard
of, because I had been raised a Southern Baptist.
When I was twelve years old, I had another dream of
that same "me." I was an adult and was wearing
a black raincoat with padded shoulders. I saw my reflection
in a window pane and noted that I had blonde hair.
I was in danger. I had gotten involved in some kind
of betrayal of a criminal who was an official or a politician.
In desperate need of help and protection, I was in a
phone booth frantically trying to dial. When I heard
a car coming around a bend up the road, I turned my
back to the phone still clutching the receiver to my
Someone shot at me from the car and I was hit in the
stomach. I immediately slid to the floor with the wind
knocked out of me, in shock and knowing that I was dying.
I was surprised at how much pain I felt. I pressed my
hand over the wound, but the blood continued to flow
like a fountain from between my fingers. Then a sense
of peace came over me while I slowly slipped into blessed
When I woke from this dream, I had residual pain in
my abdomen that soon ebbed away. Because of those dreams,
I am a firm believer in reincarnation.
Posted Oct. 11, 2004