This life keeps popping up in every self-regression I’ve been doing for the past few months. I’ll be exploring a different life and then WHAM! I’m back in this one, always during the same moment! I don’t have much information, but I thought I’d share what I have with you, seeing as it’s so insistent! Interestingly it was the first thing that came to me during my first ever self-regression. Really out of the blue and not something I expected to see… I’m riding a white horse, galloping far too fast and I don’t feel comfortable with the pace I’m going at. To my right I see lines of men, running forwards, brandishing pikes. They’re unclean and unshaven, in drab colours, wearing helmets and armour that seem to be made of leather. They’re angry and shouting and I feel very afraid. I get the impression that I’m French and, when I tried to think of the year, I got 1538 (although I’m unsure how accurate that is). During a self-regression dealing with another life, everything fades and I’m right back in the same moment, riding the white horse. Again, I see the pikemen to my right, closer this time and I try to steer my horse away. I know I have a message to deliver and it’s incredibly important. I’m wearing red and blue, in a boxy garment made of fine cloth, a contrast to the men on the opposing side (I remember thinking afterwards that the colours seemed improbable, the blue was rather pale and, with the red, it seemed an unwarlike combination somehow!). I tried to think of my name and got something like Jean-Francis Gastreaux or Gastineau. Another regression and I’m on the white horse for a third time. The men are closing in now, from the right and further away to my left and I'm very afraid. I know it’s hopeless but I keep on pushing forward. I need to deliver my message. I see enemy soldiers ahead of me now and then, suddenly, something startles my horse and he rears. Someone throws a large rock from my left and it hits me on the side of the head and I fall from my horse. I’m laying on the ground and I see the faces of enemy soldiers crowding in. One of them pierces my chest with his pike. It isn’t the killing blow, I’m pretty sure it hasn’t struck my heart, but I know I won’t be getting up again. I don’t feel afraid anymore, I just feel peaceful. And that’s all I’ve got so far! I found it interesting that I kept returning to the same scene, moving forward a little each time. It’s not something that’s happened to me before. It’s also the first death I’ve seen, so I found it very interesting. I hate to do too much research before I have more details to verify, but I did have a quick peek at the basics. Whilst I’m still unsure of the validity of the year, I found out that France was indeed at war in 1538, although it was the last year of the conflict (Poor Jean-Francis!). The name was something I was skeptical about, I thought I’d probably made up “Gastreaux” entirely and that Francis wouldn’t have been used in France, but they both seem valid after all. I looked at some pictures of French uniforms from a similar period and was really surprised to see the colours that I’d been so dubious about! Right down to the pale blue. That’s the validation I was looking for, really. I love it when something seems wrong or out of place, but then ends up actually being correct. This isn’t the most detailed life I’ve uncovered, but I wanted to share it with you because, somehow, it’s the life that I feel I can trust the most. It’s untainted by anything from my childhood (unlike my 1900s life and my, as yet un-posted, Scottish life/lives). I just don’t know where any of this came from, so in a very strange way it feels more credible. Less likely to have been fabricated by my imagination to explain away interests or emotions I’ve always carried with me. Does that make sense? I know it sounds contradictory. Anyway, thanks for reading ! I’ll keep you updated in this thread if I uncover anything else.