So, what do I know about my former life as a Mayan girl? I was a happy girl with pet birds, living in a hut in the jungle. I knew to weave. I walked barefoot, wore a skirt and a white blouse and I felt a continuous interaction with the Nature around me. Then, one day, my family gave me away, put me out of the family circle. The family member who carried me out of the circle had his head shaven, so it must have been a mourning experience to him too. They had given me sandals to walk on when I left and also a thick shawl. Things I didn't wear before. My bird was not with me. He must have died before or even during the expulsion. I went to a city like place. Not sure how much time I stayed there. Maybe a short time, maybe several years. They made me look like a woman, dressed me like a woman but I have no clues of sexual abuse. Maybe I stayed there two years in which I grew up to be a woman anyway, I don't know. I hated to be there and I hated my new looks. They made a kind of princes or representation of a goddess of me. Beautiful clothes, robes, knotted hair and things on top of it. I saw gold. In one regression she said: I am a hare. Well, in the Mayan calendar the hare or rabbit symbolizes the goddess Ix Chel. Maybe a girl born on the Day of the Rabbit(hare) was dedicated to the Moon Goddess. The old Mayan culture was primarily obsessed with blood. All kind of cultural and political behavior was based on blood (life force) and fear for the Underworld (death). They didn't waste blood easily. They used war prisoners for sacrifices. Female sacrifices were often princesses. Royal blood had a high value. The royal males just donated a little bit and didn't die at all. So my mind wanders in all kind of directions. I was not a princess. Maybe they made me one in a ritual sense. Maybe they were running out of princesses, maybe I had to swap place with someone else. Maybe it was a great scam. Maybe it was absolutely normal to raise the status of a low-status girl just before the ceremony. It was not something that happened overnight. There was some tranquility (and tension) in my visions of that stone hall were I dwelled somehow as a dressed up woman. They made me watch the dragging of some prisoners as a duty but with honor. As it was in honor of me or my group from that moment. During that stay in that stone place (palace or temple??) I left my body constantly. I was in that building and floating in space and above the landscape and trees, mostly at night or very shortly before darkness fell in. I guess it had to do with the consumption of pulque. In the great Indian civilizations of the central highlands, Pulque was served as a ritual intoxicant for priests-to increase their enthusiasm, for sacrificial victims-to ease their passing, and as a medicinal drink. https://web.archive.org/web/20090604215855/http://www.mezcal.com/pulque.html My intuition tells me it was all about the Moon goddess. If my former self had been born on the day of the Rabbit/Hare, she could have had a legitimate reason to impersonate the Moon Goddess in a ceremony. Moon Goddess Ix Chel with Rabbit I've read about a Moon ceremony (I forgot to save the link) in which the Moon was considered female half of the lunar month than transcended into male for the second part of the Moon cycle. This process was reenacted by people dressed up as gods. The female got ritually sacrificed as soon as her role was finished. I read this article before my fifth visit to the Mayan life. In this last regression, I saw a lot of water in different natural forms (sea, waterfall, lake and river) and water symbolizes the Mayan God Lord Chac, but also the Moon Goddess. The male god lived in a cave in the Underworld while the Moon Goddess was supposed to wander the skies until the absence of the Moon. She was thought to hide in a cave in the Underworld (and mingle with Lord Chac) while there was no Moon in the sky. It's just an assumption, but a possibility: This young Mayan girl was taken from her home because she was born on a specific day and brought to a place of worship of the Moon Goddess. For a short period of time,she was acting a role. I wouldn't be surprised if it were until her first menstruation period, because then she was no longer useful in ceremonies and temples (those were forbidden to females in their fertile years). As soon as she became a woman, they disposed of her and brought her to a cave (the ritual Underworld,as a gift to Lord Chac) Some fragments about It Chel and the Moon and the Hare (I can't copy and paste that text, so I made images of the texts) from: Time and Moon in Maya culture: the case of Cozumel .... Finally, I understand that all this information is only interesting to people who also feel a connection to the Mayan culture. I start to understand the mythical ways of thinking, combined with astrology and political order. I remember a dream I had, around thirty years ago. My best friend at the time had gone to Guatemala to live there for a while. I was a bit envious, not much but it made me restless. There was no internet in that era and I was curious how things went in her life. I started dreaming restlessly (I saw her unborn child in a dream, for example). But the dream I never forgot had made an impact on me. I was in Guatemala and found myself on top of a mountain or a high place. There was a local problem (something like drought) and hundreds of local people came to me to ask for help, They all came up to that high chair I was sitting in. The only thing I could think of in my head was: Why do you come to me? I am not the one you think I am. I felt like an imposter, a stranger and I really didn't like that position. I felt awful after that dream and I have never forgotten that awful feeling. This is one of the many, many things that I start to remember these days. Perhaps it was a past life memory, triggered by my friends stay in Guatemala. Maybe I played a ceremonial role for a short period of time. People asking for rain.