09/04/2020
Here is an account of a Past Life Regression I did recently with a person who wrote this down afterwards and shared it with me;
Native American Oracle
Name: Possibly Mohma or something similar
I was an oracle in a Native American tribe in the American Midwest in 1892. In the midst of times when tribes were being slaughtered, I foresaw that my tribe would be attacked and overtaken by the white people. I used dancing as a spiritual means to connect with spirit and receive divine guidance for my tribe. I also led spiritual dances for the tribe, where we would worship the Great Spirit, the sun, the rain, and different animals. I was very passionate about my position and felt a deep love for my tribe and the Great Spirit.
Around this time, there was a spiritual movement among Native Americans called The Ghost Dance. If performed until exhaustion, The Ghost Dance was prophesized to save all the Native Americans, bring back their ancestors, and create peace with the white people. I saw that this is essentially what would happen but not in the way people thought it would. I encouraged my tribe to perform The Ghost Dance, despite receiving guidance from spirit that most of them would die and some would be enslaved. I did this because performing the dance with such faith would give my people enough hope to reignite their spirits despite suffering great tragedy and violent loss. I understood this would help them move toward the Great Spirit more easily.
Eventually, when the day came when my tribe was massacred, I saw their spirits dancing, reuniting with their ancestors as they were killed. I saw my pregnant wife leave her body and move into the Great Spirit. I understood my people would find peace with the white people after they’d moved on from this lifetime. I do not know whether my daughter was captured or killed but I know she did move on towards the Great Spirit. The surviving people of my tribe were angry with me as they did not understand the prophecy had been fulfilled because it was not carried out in the way they expected and they could not see visions the way I did. I was captured following the massacre and taken to a town to be integrated into white culture as a servant. The journey to the white town was long and exhausting. My feet were bleeding in the snow by the time we arrived.
A shoemaker took pity on me after seeing my bloody feet when we arrived in town and he hired me to work in his shoe store. We had a friendly relationship. He explained to me he had to be rude to me when customers were in the store in order to keep them coming back. He would insult me in front of customers and we’d laugh about it after they left. We were friends in a strange way. I was uncomfortable in my new job and longed for my tribe and family. I hated wearing the clothes of the white people.
The shoemaker’s daughter believed it was wrong to kill and enslave Native Americans, unlike most white people at the time. She was interested in mysticism and asked me enough questions to figure out I was a spiritual figure in my tribe. I explained to her I’d receive visions through dancing alone in the woods. I told her about the dance, as I called it, and how it saved my people’s spirits but not their physical bodies. She wanted her spirit to be saved because she felt guilty about being part of the culture which killed Native Americans. I agreed to teach her the dance in the middle of the night in the forest.
She learned the dance and we’d perform it together in the middle of the night in the woods. We were not romantically involved but we formed a close bond. I felt I was carrying out the will of the Great Spirit once again. I could once again hear the trees and the earth whispering to me. I felt the stars and the air holding me as I danced. I felt the voice of the Great Spirit coming from my heart as I danced along the earth, using my feet as a substitute for my tribe’s drums. I finally felt some sense of contentment after all my longing. I felt free. Even though I did not like my work in the shoemaker’s store because I found it confusing, I’d escape to my dances in the woods at night and free my soul through the whisperings of the Great Spirit.
Until one night, the shoemaker followed his daughter into the woods and he caught us dancing. At the time, the Ghost Dance was strictly prohibited as part of settler’s attempts to disintegrate Native American culture. The shoemaker misunderstood the true purpose of the dance and believed it was some type of devil worship. I was arrested and sentenced to death by hanging.
I was taken to a jail that was located in a dungeon that had a perpetually cold and wet floor made of stone. I was always cold but I asked the Great Spirit to warm me. For a time, I performed my dances in this jail. I was beaten and starved every time I danced. Eventually, I stopped dancing. I lost all belief in myself, my abilities, and my connection with the Great Spirit. In the surrounding cells, tortured people berated me on a constant basis. Furthermore, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I felt I had led my tribe to their death by telling them to perform the dance. I felt I should have warned them to flee. My spirit and soul were broken in this jail.
On the day I was executed, some strange spark of soul revival happened in me after making eye contact with the shoemaker as I was led to the gallows. I could see guilt in his eyes; I could feel he knew he had made a terrible mistake. My spirit left my body moments before I was hung. I looked down at my body and saw members of my tribe doing the Ghost Dance above it.
After I died, I met with members of the Great Spirit. They told me I was to learn to believe in my abilities in this lifetime and use them to awaken others to the Great Spirit. For a portion of this life, I wholly believed I spoke directly with the source of the great spirit. During this time, I was teaching profound spiritual lessons to many members of my tribe. I awakened faith in those who had lost it. Life was incredibly beautiful for me when my tribe lived in peace. We had a wonderful connection with nature, animals, and the Great Spirit. Unfortunately, the trauma I experienced in the jail was too substantial for me to release the guilt about my tribe and believe in my connection with the Great Spirit. Therefore these same lessons were carried over into my current lifetime along with the extreme guilt.
Ever since I was little, I’ve always felt Native American spirits around me. These spirits have always helped me strengthen my connection with nature and they’ve always insisted I let go and trust. They’ve told me to have faith. They’ve told me if you want everything to work out perfectly, ask the Great Spirit for nothing. For when you ask for things, they’ve said, your free will interferes with the will of spirit and causes setbacks. Give the Great Spirit thanks and ask the Great Spirit how you can be of service each day and you will know peace. Until my past life regression, I was partially convinced these spirits were only my imagination, but I secretly hoped they weren’t.
Now, I know they are members of my past tribe. Now I trust that their messages are profound. I am following their advice and my life seems to be in perfect flow. I have released the guilt surrounding the death of my tribe because I know I helped to free their spirits. I know they will forever be of assistance to me because they are grateful I made the decision to mislead them in the direction the Great Spirit asked me to. They tell me they are impressed by my faith in spirit during the moments I told them they must perform the dance to be saved. I believe in myself wholeheartedly now and I know I am part of the Great Spirit. Thank you.
