Hi Deborah,
I don't 'properly' remember having had a past life as a native American, but when I think back, it was actually a native name that ended up sending me down the PL route! I think since I was about 9 or 10, I had this name in my head that I never could quite work out, and often wondered even then where it came from (BTW, I was interested in amerindian life even before then). So, I thought perhaps it was a word I had picked up in my reading. I saw coincidence everywhere. Particular birds were associated with friends or places. If I saw a wagtail, I knew I would soon hear from someone from my home town. If I saw a collared dove, I knew I would hear from a friend, and I saw meanings in the flowers and trees. Things a religious town girl shouldn't really have thought about.
Then, in my teens, somehow or another, I ended up studying one of the native languages, and reading this, it suddenly struck me that the word I had been turning over in my mind for all these years might actually mean something and not be a made up word after all. I don't know why, but I had associated the word with wind and fast running water, and looking through my native dictionaries and tweaking the word bit by bit as I began to learn the language, I finally found it. The word meant running wind!
Just before this revelation, however, we had moved to a different town surrounded by red sandstone cliffs, and taking a job in the neighbouring town, i had the great (mis)fortune of passing through a cutting in them. For some reason, every time I went through, fear and panic would flood over me, and I would start to pray as I hurried through. And names, and words and thoughts would wash over me. The name in my head would come, louder and more incessantly, hammering itself on my consciousness, and other names too. It was only after I discovered the meaning of my name that the fear eased, and the names and words came to me in a more friendly, less agressive sort of way. Almost as if to say, look, listen to us, remember.
After finding running wind, I paid more attention to what they said, and began looking them up, suprised to start finding that some of the names were actually real people, though I still hadn't heard of PL concepts. It was just more of a curiosity, and wasn't till several years later when I heard a debate about PL on the TV that I suddenly though, oh! Then shortly after that, I accidently discovered this site!
I suppose I ought to add that several years after this event, in the process of following up some other names that came to me passing through that sandstone, I did actually find Running Wind on an Indian census. I know there are several people by that name, but this lady's Indian name was the one I had been near turning over, plus, she was living with a grandaughter whose name and meaning had also previously come to me in similar manner. (I can't remember how on earth I ended up on that particular census, I was actually following a Scottish connection!) Anyways, Running Wind turned out to be Assiniboine living in the Fort Peck reservation in 1886. She was 80 years old. This was also the year my Scottish connection emigrated to the USA....