“All the records of your past lives are contained within your own mind, just as the records of your ancestors are contained within your DNA.” ~ Frederick Lenz
I’m in Phoenix, Arizona right now.
I arrived here on Monday, exhausted after a long journey from Australia. I’m here for a conference, but for the past few weeks I’ve had the feeling that perhaps I’m here for something more.
And maybe my hunch is right.
You see, as we were flying in the the strangest feeling came over me. A mix of sadness, regret, anguish, determination, and raw panic. Something else too, but I still haven’t been able to define what that is. I put it down to fatigue and low blood sugar.
Then, as I was waiting for a taxi I had a vision.
In the vision I was here, Arizona, but a long time ago. Maybe two hundred years. I was walking behind a horse that was laden down with packs. My boots were worn through and I had padded the holes with parts of a book and some fabric. My skirts were thick with dust and it was hot. So hot. I was exhausted. And as I walked, head down and numb with fatigue and thirst, my nose began to bleed. Bright red splashes stained the gravel that crunched beneath my feet with every slow hard step. A crow sat in a tree watching me, and it felt like death was near.
The vision was so real it too my breath away. Then, in an instant it was gone, and I was back in my body.
That night I dreamed, and again I was back in that body, back in that life, as snippets of tantalising detail came back to me. Not enough yet to figure it out, but a start. Was it me, or someone else? Not me, I decided. But close enough to me that a connection could be made.
This has happened to me before, with other dreams and other lifetimes. So, now I will wait. Maybe, while I am here, she will visit me again.
It’s a mystery I am ready to embrace.
Dusty love from the desert plains, Nicole xx