Since I was a wee girl child, I have had the memory of being an American Native male. As a teen, I felt like a warrior, even doing mundane chores gave me the feel of being a warrior, raking leaves, handling a spear, etc. I know I lived before with 2 brothers, I had a father. My horse was a paint and I loved the smell and feel of riding with my brothers. One day, the three of us were riding up a hill, in Oregon. On a different hill sat 2 men, one of them with a rifle drawn on me. He was a soldier. The other asked him why and he said, "Because he is an Indian" and shot me in the back. The shot did not kill me, but the fall down the side of the mountainous hill eventually did. One brother stayed with me, putting leaves and mud on my wounds. My horse fell with me and died. The other brother rode to get our father. I died there on the bottom of that cliff. In my current life, I married young and one day remembered my visions of the past life. I also remembered the face of the man who shot me, it was my husband in this life. On my back, I have an odd birthmark, in the exact spot where I was shot. My husband in current life tried to kill me also, but I managed to get away. I continue to feel "Indian", even decades later. I did drive to Oregon and rode the highways looking for where I lived. I found the Siletz tribe in the exact spot I lived before, the place I remembered when I was only a little kid. When I rode my horse as a teen, I felt even then that she and I were connected through time. I know she was the same horse who died with me in Oregon in our other lives. My entire life I have been homesick for the Native ways, to go back. The pull is so great that it has drawn me to travel across the country more than once to go home. But there is no home to go back to anymore. I feel so displaced.