zetascair20086
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I have always associated the name Sarah for my past life in 1800's.Perhaps it was my wife or daughter's name. Here are some excerpts about the trail of tears I got from some websites.
-Twenty-eight hundred Cherokee were divided into three detachments, each accompanied by a military office, a corps of assistants, and two physicians. The first group with about 800 in the party departed June 6, with the other two detachments starting after the fifteenth of June.
October 20-The remaining detachments which left in the Fall--most of the exodus--met different hardships. Unseasonably heavy rains turned the primitive roads to mud. Wagons became mired axle or beddeep in the muck, and the Cherokee were repeatedly forced to manually drag the wagons free. One military estimate of the death toll in one of the parties was put at 17.7%, with half of the dead being children.
Some of the Indians left almost naked and without shoes and refused government clothing because they felt it would be taken as an acceptance of being removed from their homes. Peter Hildebrand Oct 23, 1838-Mar 24, 1839 Peter Hildebrand depart-1766 arrive-1311 death-NA.I believe that I left with the Peter Hildebrand group in october 1838.I've noticed that group seemed to have the most deaths(or the least # arriving at destination anyway).
With only about 6 doctors for 2,800 people I guess I was right when I felt they didn't have many doctors.I have always had memories of walking in the rain and mud frequently slipping and falling. Oddly enough when I went back to upstate NY a summer after I met those 2 girls I went to see if they still lived there and on the way I slipped in the mud lol.
If you really want to know the traumatic thing that happened to me there and how it relates to my native american lives I could e-mail it to you. Also the part about the wagons you mentioned sounds similar to the idea of them getting stuck in the mud.The death toll was high and most of the deaths were children so it makes logical sense that all my children could have died.I feel perhaps the indian who was shot was my wife.It also makes sense that the indian you described wearing almost nothing.He must have refused the govt clothing.Anyway the sites where I got this info were
http://ngeorgia.com/history/cherokeeindex.html and http://rosecity.net/tears/.
As for the good picture you drew of yourself it does look famaliar.I think I may have had a sister who looked like that.I remember I was in South Carolina and then escaped to Virginia.Do you remember having any brothers?I don't recall my family much in that life except I had at least one sister.I remember I escaped after knocking my master out and using fire spread by alcohol to burn his house down.I think I had plans for others to come with me but few wanted to risk it.
I think many got shot after escaping.I'm pretty sure I had traveling companions for awhile but only I or maybe one other escaped.I remember then a white man or woman I met helped me to escape by pretending that I was their slave and they then took me to a plantation where the slaves were treated well and could be passed off as one of that family's slaves.
I think I actually did fight in the civil war.I remember many were searching for me and it took them 2 years to find me at which point I was hung for murder(though I think the nose broke and I tried to run and was shot,maybe in the stomach as I just had surgery on my stomach and I was the same age when I was killed in the slave life.I think there was a reward for me).
I suppose someone I knew on the plantation told them who did it or someone in the house saw me start the fire(perhaps my master survived).I'm not exactly sure. I've had several dreams of being an escaped slave and was tolds in a dream I was a soldier named William and someone was holding up a union jacket.I've had associations with slavery in other lives as well. As a slave girl who was a blind begger's daughter in Isreal during the time of Jesus. I worked for a cruel man for 5 years who beat and raped me and then when I was 8 months pregnant at age 20 he beat me badly and I stranglled him to death with my chains.
Unable to go anywhere and having taken such a beating killed me.I believe the baby died inside of me and somehow from that I bleed to death.In my first life on earth in 3000B.C. I was an Egyptian slave(already off to a bad start with this planet).I think I died from exhaustion and fell from a pyrimid but I also think I was a house servant to wealthy people as well. Someone on this site who studies Egypt said only farmers worked the pyrimids so perhaps they are 2 separate lives one as a farmer I'm not yet aware of. I then had another life as an Egyptian slave which I think was at the time of the jewish exodus.I'm pretty sure I escaped to go to Isreal and became a rabbi but died of exhaustion on the way.
I remember that I think my son killed his sister and me killing him or leaving him behind or I was only able to save my daughter instead of him.Then I didn't have lives related to slavery until the late 1400's(unless you consider serfdom slavery).I was a Muslim man in africa(Mali specfically,I think a native)who had 4 wives 6 sons and 8 daughters. Now I was not at all rich and I had way too many mouths to feed(possibly another reason I fear getting married and having children)so to make quick money to feed my family I went into the bussiness of being a slave trader(even though I was against slavery but when the lives of your family depend on it putting someone into slavery is the lesser of 2 evils).
After awhile of that I had enough money to support my family as my children were becoming independent.I took a job as a beekeeper. After a few years I was stung to death by bees. In this life I am so terrified of bees I'm almost afraid to even go outside in the summer. I always check the car for bees if the window was left open and seeing a bee or hearing buzzing gives me like a panic attack.I always worry bees will get into my house ans sting me while I sleep.I'd always dream of bees/beehives and be terrified.I also hate anything stinky(association-honey from the bee hives).I now hate all insects in general except ones that eat bees he he.I used to be very interested in insects as a child.I also used to be interested in tornadoes and constantly dream about them.
I always wanted to see a tornado but later became scared of them.Before I was killed by the one in the 1800's I was really fascinated in seeing it and wanted to get up close to it.I think I survived by throwing myself into an opening in a mountain and holding on tight.I think I may have actually been sucked in it and lived which I hear is possible as some people have without even more than a few bruises from the landing.My mom is also terrified of any bad weather and in that life I think she was my daughter who was killed by the tornado.
Well anyway to get back to the topic after I died in the 1400's I was reborn almost immediately in the 1500's.I was Italian I think and then moved to Spain.I got a job on a ship heading to go trade things in africa. After getting to africa I learned we were trading slaves(the family bussiness I learned). Feeling sorry for the slaves I helped them escape and overthrow the ship.I was a hero to them and we escaped back to africa. They treated most of the ship's crew as slaves except me and some others who helped them escape which made us very hated among our own people.
While in africa the slaves used the guns to kill those who originally sold them and I remained in africa 6 years during which time I was again nearly stung to death by bees.After 6 years some more slave traders came.The slaves I freed tried to fight back but all the guns were ammoless and the few survivors were enslaved. A lot of the slaves I freed(about 238) were my children or grandchildren.I remember they knew I was the reincarnate of their relative there to set things right.I had several children with a blind mystic woman(who told me the reincarnation thing.I think she may have actually also been my spirit guide) who was my past life daughter or grandaughter.Many died on the voyage home.I was made to be chained up with the slaves.
Once I got back my family was glad to see me alive but shocked and disgusted to see me in chains.I was charged with herescy against the church for my beliefs(Reincarnation,I also talked to spirit guides and having children with several africans who were considered almost like animals by the whiteman so I was looked on as dirty and of the devil),leading a slave revolt,stealing a ship and was also charged with the deaths of all the people the slaves killed.I lost all the money my wealthy family had and was sentenced to 30 years in prison(my accomplisses got 15)and my children were sold into slavery(I think on my request one of my family members bought one of my children).
After 15 years a guard foolishy left the prison door open and I escaped but they shot me in the back of the leg(where I've got bad cramps in this life)and sent the dogs after me.I was sent back to prison.After another 15 years I was freed. I stayed with my sister(who was strongly anti-slavery) for awhile before leaving for africa again never to return.Before this though I was captured and tortured by the iquizition but I lied and said I renounced my beliefs.I believe I was also tortured in prison.I'm surprized I was not sentenced to death but I think it's because they took my family's money instead.
After going to africa I lived with my people who were mostly dead and the town was in bad shape(I think some got to stay when the slaves were captured due to lack of ship space).I walked with a walking stick cause of my leg and after 15 years in africa I died of sleeping sickness.Well I guess that's all for now. Sorry this was so long.I'd like to hear more about your life as the slave girl. Nice painting of yourself you must have taken alot of time to draw it and must have taken art lessons somewhere in some life.
-Twenty-eight hundred Cherokee were divided into three detachments, each accompanied by a military office, a corps of assistants, and two physicians. The first group with about 800 in the party departed June 6, with the other two detachments starting after the fifteenth of June.
October 20-The remaining detachments which left in the Fall--most of the exodus--met different hardships. Unseasonably heavy rains turned the primitive roads to mud. Wagons became mired axle or beddeep in the muck, and the Cherokee were repeatedly forced to manually drag the wagons free. One military estimate of the death toll in one of the parties was put at 17.7%, with half of the dead being children.
Some of the Indians left almost naked and without shoes and refused government clothing because they felt it would be taken as an acceptance of being removed from their homes. Peter Hildebrand Oct 23, 1838-Mar 24, 1839 Peter Hildebrand depart-1766 arrive-1311 death-NA.I believe that I left with the Peter Hildebrand group in october 1838.I've noticed that group seemed to have the most deaths(or the least # arriving at destination anyway).
With only about 6 doctors for 2,800 people I guess I was right when I felt they didn't have many doctors.I have always had memories of walking in the rain and mud frequently slipping and falling. Oddly enough when I went back to upstate NY a summer after I met those 2 girls I went to see if they still lived there and on the way I slipped in the mud lol.
If you really want to know the traumatic thing that happened to me there and how it relates to my native american lives I could e-mail it to you. Also the part about the wagons you mentioned sounds similar to the idea of them getting stuck in the mud.The death toll was high and most of the deaths were children so it makes logical sense that all my children could have died.I feel perhaps the indian who was shot was my wife.It also makes sense that the indian you described wearing almost nothing.He must have refused the govt clothing.Anyway the sites where I got this info were
http://ngeorgia.com/history/cherokeeindex.html and http://rosecity.net/tears/.
As for the good picture you drew of yourself it does look famaliar.I think I may have had a sister who looked like that.I remember I was in South Carolina and then escaped to Virginia.Do you remember having any brothers?I don't recall my family much in that life except I had at least one sister.I remember I escaped after knocking my master out and using fire spread by alcohol to burn his house down.I think I had plans for others to come with me but few wanted to risk it.
I think many got shot after escaping.I'm pretty sure I had traveling companions for awhile but only I or maybe one other escaped.I remember then a white man or woman I met helped me to escape by pretending that I was their slave and they then took me to a plantation where the slaves were treated well and could be passed off as one of that family's slaves.
I think I actually did fight in the civil war.I remember many were searching for me and it took them 2 years to find me at which point I was hung for murder(though I think the nose broke and I tried to run and was shot,maybe in the stomach as I just had surgery on my stomach and I was the same age when I was killed in the slave life.I think there was a reward for me).
I suppose someone I knew on the plantation told them who did it or someone in the house saw me start the fire(perhaps my master survived).I'm not exactly sure. I've had several dreams of being an escaped slave and was tolds in a dream I was a soldier named William and someone was holding up a union jacket.I've had associations with slavery in other lives as well. As a slave girl who was a blind begger's daughter in Isreal during the time of Jesus. I worked for a cruel man for 5 years who beat and raped me and then when I was 8 months pregnant at age 20 he beat me badly and I stranglled him to death with my chains.
Unable to go anywhere and having taken such a beating killed me.I believe the baby died inside of me and somehow from that I bleed to death.In my first life on earth in 3000B.C. I was an Egyptian slave(already off to a bad start with this planet).I think I died from exhaustion and fell from a pyrimid but I also think I was a house servant to wealthy people as well. Someone on this site who studies Egypt said only farmers worked the pyrimids so perhaps they are 2 separate lives one as a farmer I'm not yet aware of. I then had another life as an Egyptian slave which I think was at the time of the jewish exodus.I'm pretty sure I escaped to go to Isreal and became a rabbi but died of exhaustion on the way.
I remember that I think my son killed his sister and me killing him or leaving him behind or I was only able to save my daughter instead of him.Then I didn't have lives related to slavery until the late 1400's(unless you consider serfdom slavery).I was a Muslim man in africa(Mali specfically,I think a native)who had 4 wives 6 sons and 8 daughters. Now I was not at all rich and I had way too many mouths to feed(possibly another reason I fear getting married and having children)so to make quick money to feed my family I went into the bussiness of being a slave trader(even though I was against slavery but when the lives of your family depend on it putting someone into slavery is the lesser of 2 evils).
After awhile of that I had enough money to support my family as my children were becoming independent.I took a job as a beekeeper. After a few years I was stung to death by bees. In this life I am so terrified of bees I'm almost afraid to even go outside in the summer. I always check the car for bees if the window was left open and seeing a bee or hearing buzzing gives me like a panic attack.I always worry bees will get into my house ans sting me while I sleep.I'd always dream of bees/beehives and be terrified.I also hate anything stinky(association-honey from the bee hives).I now hate all insects in general except ones that eat bees he he.I used to be very interested in insects as a child.I also used to be interested in tornadoes and constantly dream about them.
I always wanted to see a tornado but later became scared of them.Before I was killed by the one in the 1800's I was really fascinated in seeing it and wanted to get up close to it.I think I survived by throwing myself into an opening in a mountain and holding on tight.I think I may have actually been sucked in it and lived which I hear is possible as some people have without even more than a few bruises from the landing.My mom is also terrified of any bad weather and in that life I think she was my daughter who was killed by the tornado.
Well anyway to get back to the topic after I died in the 1400's I was reborn almost immediately in the 1500's.I was Italian I think and then moved to Spain.I got a job on a ship heading to go trade things in africa. After getting to africa I learned we were trading slaves(the family bussiness I learned). Feeling sorry for the slaves I helped them escape and overthrow the ship.I was a hero to them and we escaped back to africa. They treated most of the ship's crew as slaves except me and some others who helped them escape which made us very hated among our own people.
While in africa the slaves used the guns to kill those who originally sold them and I remained in africa 6 years during which time I was again nearly stung to death by bees.After 6 years some more slave traders came.The slaves I freed tried to fight back but all the guns were ammoless and the few survivors were enslaved. A lot of the slaves I freed(about 238) were my children or grandchildren.I remember they knew I was the reincarnate of their relative there to set things right.I had several children with a blind mystic woman(who told me the reincarnation thing.I think she may have actually also been my spirit guide) who was my past life daughter or grandaughter.Many died on the voyage home.I was made to be chained up with the slaves.
Once I got back my family was glad to see me alive but shocked and disgusted to see me in chains.I was charged with herescy against the church for my beliefs(Reincarnation,I also talked to spirit guides and having children with several africans who were considered almost like animals by the whiteman so I was looked on as dirty and of the devil),leading a slave revolt,stealing a ship and was also charged with the deaths of all the people the slaves killed.I lost all the money my wealthy family had and was sentenced to 30 years in prison(my accomplisses got 15)and my children were sold into slavery(I think on my request one of my family members bought one of my children).
After 15 years a guard foolishy left the prison door open and I escaped but they shot me in the back of the leg(where I've got bad cramps in this life)and sent the dogs after me.I was sent back to prison.After another 15 years I was freed. I stayed with my sister(who was strongly anti-slavery) for awhile before leaving for africa again never to return.Before this though I was captured and tortured by the iquizition but I lied and said I renounced my beliefs.I believe I was also tortured in prison.I'm surprized I was not sentenced to death but I think it's because they took my family's money instead.
After going to africa I lived with my people who were mostly dead and the town was in bad shape(I think some got to stay when the slaves were captured due to lack of ship space).I walked with a walking stick cause of my leg and after 15 years in africa I died of sleeping sickness.Well I guess that's all for now. Sorry this was so long.I'd like to hear more about your life as the slave girl. Nice painting of yourself you must have taken alot of time to draw it and must have taken art lessons somewhere in some life.