My Native American Incarnation
Little Spring... I have remembered: this was my name about which recently spoke to me Jesus and Mary Magdalene...
... That was my Amerindian incarnation — because of which, I have now so non-indifferent attitude to the aboriginal people of North America.
I then had a female incarnation. While still a young girl, I loved to spend a lot of time walking in the forest, running through the forest trails — towards the sun, against the wind! My pace was easy, fast and quiet, the voice — resonant and joyful, for which I have been called Little Spring. Glee, love, serenity — often filled my heart, and I was close to opening God in myself...
But I see now how near the beautiful mustang, my four-legged friend, on which I sit, expressing pride and inaccessibility, stands a beautiful strong man, lightly holding the reins... He said something to me, smiling — safely, confidently... And I succumbed: I fell in love by worldly love, later becoming a wife and mother...
And now — again a picture: I see myself as an old woman, busy washing in the trough. Around — the other women of all ages engaged in the same household, children running around... I — a grandmother... And, by the time, I had already forgotten all the main, fully immersed in the life of matter...
But, when I left that body and looked back at my life, I felt unbearably pain... And the memory of that pain and of what I had missed in that life — remained with me from incarnation to incarnation, until I got here...
... That was my Amerindian incarnation — because of which, I have now so non-indifferent attitude to the aboriginal people of North America.
I then had a female incarnation. While still a young girl, I loved to spend a lot of time walking in the forest, running through the forest trails — towards the sun, against the wind! My pace was easy, fast and quiet, the voice — resonant and joyful, for which I have been called Little Spring. Glee, love, serenity — often filled my heart, and I was close to opening God in myself...
But I see now how near the beautiful mustang, my four-legged friend, on which I sit, expressing pride and inaccessibility, stands a beautiful strong man, lightly holding the reins... He said something to me, smiling — safely, confidently... And I succumbed: I fell in love by worldly love, later becoming a wife and mother...
And now — again a picture: I see myself as an old woman, busy washing in the trough. Around — the other women of all ages engaged in the same household, children running around... I — a grandmother... And, by the time, I had already forgotten all the main, fully immersed in the life of matter...
But, when I left that body and looked back at my life, I felt unbearably pain... And the memory of that pain and of what I had missed in that life — remained with me from incarnation to incarnation, until I got here...
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