I 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.

I 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 ear.

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 darkness...and death.

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.

Sage
Sage04@myway.com

Posted Oct. 11, 2004