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Navajo Life

BriarRose

BriarRose

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As I experimented this morning with a new regression CD, I became aware of a life that I hadn't discovered before. I was a tiny Navajo girl, playing outside a hogan. For some reason, I didn't want it to be a hogan, but there was no denying it. It was winter, and I had escaped my mother without foot coverings. My grandfather was outside, working on something with a long string. My mother said something about the cold, and a wolf and the moon. When I researched this later, I found out that many tribes call January the "Wolf Moon". I'm sorry this description is simplistic, but I understood everything as a two-year old would. She called me something that sounded like "Bird Basket". Later, my daughter pointed out that a "bird basket" is a nest, so either I was named "Nest", or my mother called me her "nestling". I think that is rather dear. She caught me, and put the shoe things on my feet. She said "Don't get in Grandfather's way, he is working, and don't fall in the fire!" Later, I saw myself at 10 or 11 at a gathering. I liked a boy who didn't like me. I was sad, and walked away. My dog licked my face. I thought, "Maybe I am not pretty enough, or I don't have those stupid "bumps" on my chest that the older girls have!" I saw my death. I may have been 14. I was bitten by a stray dog, although my grandfather tried to club it away. I think it may have been rabid, because I died convulsing. In this life, I am afraid of dogs, and don't trust them. I realized that the grandfather was my current- life grandpa. He was a farmer, but afraid of dogs. His task in my current life was to walk me to school and back. He always carried a stick in case of dogs. I would walk ahead, and run back to him when a stray approached. I have two other lives as Zuni, and another Sinagua tribe. The Hopi and Zuni traditionally distrusted the Navajo. I think those lives preceded this one, and my toddler self "remembered" one of those lives, and didn't want to be Navajo, or live in a hogan! It goes along with the idea of balance, and having to experience being what you hate and fear. The name "Nest" amuses me. I have a pair of hand-made, misshapen mugs. One has the word "Chirp", and the other "Nest" written on it. My husband always calls me "Nest" when I hand him coffee in that mug! He must have been in that life somewhere. Excuse the long post - I am still in shock, and had to get this down while the detail was fresh.
 
I forgot to ask - has anybody got an idea o what the long string contraption my grandfather was working was? I thought it was some kind of drill, but that makes no sense.
 
It was a long, taut string, and he seemed to be turning it. He was standing, but my mother was trying to keep me out of his way, so I couldn't see. The CD was "Exploring Other Lives, with Hemi-Sync. I'm beginning to sound like an ad - sorry! It's the best I've ever used, bar none. I could stay awake, with no problems! Of course, people are different, so you never how well it would perform for someone else.
 
If the string was wrapped around a stick that he was twisting it was probably a primitive drill. I saw that in a video or book someplace.
 
It was exactly like that, Argonne. Thank you for the validation. When I looked on-line, I couldn't find anything that looked like that, but my initial thought was that it was a drill. Another thought occurred to me. For the last few years, I sometimes get a dull ache in my lower left leg. It's strange to describe it this way, but I would call it a "comforting" ache. I know that makes no sense. But, the dog bite was there, and in my 1928 drowning, I was aware that my lower left leg sustained an injury after death. I think something almost severed it, as I was washed away in the flood water. Perhaps, the ache was comforting, because it made me aware the leg was there. It will be interesting to see if the ache goes away, now that I know why I have it!
 
BriarRose said:
Another thought occurred to me. For the last few years, I sometimes get a dull ache in my lower left leg. It's strange to describe it this way, but I would call it a "comforting" ache. I know that makes no sense. But, the dog bite was there, and in my 1928 drowning, I was aware that my lower left leg sustained an injury after death. I think something almost severed it, as I was washed away in the flood water. Perhaps, the ache was comforting, because it made me aware the leg was there. It will be interesting to see if the ache goes away, now that I know why I have it!
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Yes, let us know if it does.
 
BriarRose said:
It was exactly like that, Argonne. Thank you for the validation. When I looked on-line, I couldn't find anything that looked like that, but my initial thought was that it was a drill.
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Fascinating stuff BriarRose. Congratulations.


I had a Native American life and I know exactly what he was doing. What you describe sounds like a 'bow drill'. A man would use his broken down old bow, that was no good for hunting any more, or maybe make a purpose built one, depending what he was doing. You poke a stick (sometimes with a hardened tip of bone or flint or whatever) through the string of the bow, pointing downwards, or whatever angle you want, depending on the size of the drill, in such a way as to create a twist. Then it's a simple matter to pull the bow back and forth and 'drill' whatever you like clamped below between stones or wedged in a log or whatever - beads, musical instruments, tools, anything at all really. You'd need a bit of old leather to protect your fingers though.


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Maybe he was making you a present of some beads or something, which is why your mother didn't want you to see? Something like that. Go into that and see what you can find out. There might be a reason this tool seems significant to you?

For the last few years, I sometimes get a dull ache in my lower left leg. It's strange to describe it this way, but I would call it a "comforting" ache. I know that makes no sense. But, the dog bite was there, and in my 1928 drowning, I was aware that my lower left leg sustained an injury after death. I think something almost severed it, as I was washed away in the flood water. Perhaps, the ache was comforting, because it made me aware the leg was there. It will be interesting to see if the ache goes away, now that I know why I have it!
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It's amazing how the bits all fit together, isn't it?
 
Thank you, Tanguerra. That's it exactly. Yes, it's surprising how the pieces fit. I wish I had begun this journey years ago, so the knowledge could have been utilized better in my life. It would have made life seem less of a "train wreck". and more purposeful.
 
It certainly helps to have a bit more 'info' about what happened in the past, at least I think so. Things in this life have a way of making a lot more sense when you know why you feel a certain way about someone, have odd 'irrational' emotional reactions to things and so forth.
 
BriarRose said:
The name "Nest" amuses me. I have a pair of hand-made, misshapen mugs. One has the word "Chirp", and the other "Nest" written on it. My husband always calls me "Nest" when I hand him coffee in that mug!
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That made me laugh!
 
This is interesting briar. I know little aboutnative america but find it interesting tthat you have a scottish pl with their strong clans.


As well it's good to have had an experience from either side. I realise my own appreciation of all cultures is pl related
 
Thank you, starrynight. I appreciate other cultures also. Your reference to clans made me realize something, though. Clans are a past life theme running through my lives. "Clan" feelings are a real stumbling block to human tolerance. We still have them in regard to race, religion, politics, etc. In my case, I still struggle with the political ones. It's something for all of us to conquer, so we can be one clan, the human one. It can't be "them, or us", or we all will fall together.
 
This is so what my reading has been for the last few weeks. I still get surprised how easily some people can be narrow minded & yet that is their "norm". I think it's good to have lives of extreme.


Yes universal law works.
 
Thanks for the link, Shiftkitty! I would like to move to Arizona, but have to get my husband to agree. The area from Flagstaff, down to Sedona feels like "home". We visited there last year, and I scaled a mesa with ruins at the top, as fast as a mountain goat. I usually complain if I have to walk up a gentle slope. I have had three lives in this area that I know about. None of the others has as much detail as "Nest".
 
Hi, Mama! It sometimes goes away when I figure out that it helps me escape from doing the laundry! :laugh:
 
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