A Journey Into a Past Life
~ con'd
Esselen family lived, not far from the San Antonio Mission de Padua. I was driving my supercab F150 up the hill with some children in the back and their older sister was in front with me. As the paved road ended and the dirt road bean, we were having such a great time laughing about 'the one-eyed' car that was following us to the ceremony; Mikie was the driver's name. Then all of a sudden, I saw it! It was The Place that I had seen all my life and I remembered the words I had said to my mother.

I began to cry in concern for the children and what would happen to them if my life were to be taken right then and there, since I was the one driving and I was sure that the truck would go over the side of the hill which was quite a drop from where I could see. The young lady, Chemo's older Daughter, Charlene, asked why I was crying and I whispered to her the concerns going through my head. She suggested that we pull over and smudge the truck. (I always drive with a feather or two hanging from the rearview mirror and I had plenty of sage in the truck)  I pulled over and I prayed as I smudged the truck for the protection of the children and for a safe journey to do the ceremony. We continued on our way to accomplish our commitment, but later remembered, that the scene that I saw then, was brown and dry; not green like I had seen in my many visions to date.

Getting back to regression: A few years later, I had orchestrated the first of several gatherings of our people in over 250 years, held behind the San Antonio Mission de Padua, which included a Healing Ceremony Dance by the Bears (some pics on this website). During a subsequent gathering, the Head Bear (Howie) mentioned for me to enter the circle. This is rarely done, because when they do a healing, you need to present them with an offering of tobacco prior to the ceremony and there's also a time when they have what they call 'the Hook-up' and people who need healing can go inside and dance in a 'train' type of dance. Anyway, I thought that maybe he was going to say something to the people about the gathering, but instead, he began to 'work' on me with his Eagle Wing. I can't describe what came over me, but it was like I had been opened up ~~ as if a long zipper had unzipped from the top of my head all the way down and a damp cool fog went through my body. Before I realized it, I was told I could leave the circle.

Sometime later, a friend of mine that was there, who has the gift of psychic and clairvoyant abilities, told me that both the Head Bear and she connected and saw the same thing that he saw at the ceremony (they had subsequently compared notes). I asked her what that was, and she said that she said that she saw me being hung in the forest not too far from where we were. She said that I had seen where that had happened. Her comment didn't make sense then, but later it jelled. (Sometimes this old brain takes longer to digest information than what I would like.)
I was shocked to say the least. Most of it was making sense as to why I would have problems of wearing turtle neck sweaters for more than a couple of hours, or any necklaces called chokers. One beautiful choker that I just loved, broke ~ more like exploded, while I was in a orientation class for my work and the beads went all over the floor, frustrating me to no end, not to mention the embarrassment I felt.

Getting back to the regression: In 1999, early in the year, I had had enough of my boss' whining that morning and I excussed myself from his office, and hurriedly left the office to go across town to pick up my check.  Anything, just to get out of that office!! It was pouring rain and I was wearing slacks and boots at the time.  I ran from my car into the building and prompltly slid on the floor, one leg sliding out in front of me and I landed on the other one. The maintenance people had not replaced the mat in front of the door on the inside to keep people from tracking in water and having an accident like I just had. After many x-rays, examinations and an MRI, they diagnosed it to be a broken big toe.  I was sent for physical therapy  to help reduce the swelling and get some mobility.

All during this time, I had been living in a trailer up in the mountains and every time I turned around, I'd be banging either my knees, ankles, or some other part of my lower extremities, hurting myself to the point that I couldn't even leave the trailer to go to work without becoming angry ~ angry at myself for hurting myself ~ for being so 'stupid' as to not be careful enough around familiar surroundings. So by the time I'd get driving down the highway, I was not a happy camper and this went on for a few days. It got so bad that I called my friend Lisa, and told her what was happening and that I didn't know what needed to be done, but if I didn't do something real quick, I was going to go crazy.

She told me that I needed to meditate, (something that I knew nothing about) and that I also needed to do ceremony. I asked her what she meant, since I went to at least 2 or more sweats PER WEEK and thought that was what she was talking about. She said no; that I needed to go into a regression process to find out what happened in my past so we could undo what had brought me to this point of danger to myself and possibly  that of others.

I agreed, so I was to meet with her and her mother (who is also psychic) and they would work together to help me get to where I needed to go.  I was petrified, as I had no clue as to what was going to happen to me and what we would find out.  But something just had to be done!