My first vision of this particular life came to me a while ago. I was a young girl, sitting in an old fashioned classroom…a lot of dark wood, light streaming through the windows making the dust mites dance. A boy was sitting next to me but one seat down, wearing a faded blue button down shirt. The fabric looked very soft. He was sad and he was looking out the window, I was looking at him.
In another meditation about these visions I learned that we were native american children removed from our homes and sent to boarding schools.
In another life, i was Arapaho and I worked with horses, my constant companion was a pinto mare, a medicine hat mare and we were inseperable. She is my Guide now too.