My Verbatim Notes, Written After the Session

[Before I begin, I want to explain a couple of things. Before undergoing this regression, I had read Pierre Radisson’s journals covering his Voyages a few years previously. And the SAM referred to here was my second wife (they are her initials). Finally, SAM had undergone a similar regression and had seen us together in this past life, so I definitely wanted it to be true.]

“…Now, tell me what you see.”

Could it be true? Or am I just imagining it?

“In front of me is open water; a lake. I’m paddling a canoe, by myself.”

No, it can’t be real. I just want it to be real because SAM saw something similar in hers.

“Go on,” the voice insisted.

“I’m bringing the canoe up onto a sandy beach. I’m getting out and walking toward an Indian settlement.”

Sure you are: you just want to find SAM in the past; you just want to be her French furtrader.

“Do you know where you’re going?” asked the voice.

“Sure, I’ve been to this camp many times before. I trade with these Indians.”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m approaching the last tent. It belongs to the chief of the tribe.”

But is she here? Or do I meet her later?

“Now, try to concentrate on something which happens later on… in a week or a month.”

“Alright, I’ll try.”

Where am I now? Is that a fish passing by me?

“Ha! A fish just swam by my face!”

“Where are you?”

“I’m under water, swimming. No one’s around and I’m just taking a refreshing dip in the cool water. I think it’s a stream; just a minute while I come up from under the water so I can look around.”

She’s here somewhere, I can sense her presence.

“Yes, it’s a stream and there are birds and trees surrounding the whole area. It seems quite private.”

Where is she? Ah, I just saw something move.

“There’s someone else here.”

“Who?”

“A young Indian maiden, fifteen, eighteen, I’m not sure.”

“What is she like?”

“Bashful. I don’t think she’s seen a white man naked before.”

I’d love to know what she’s thinking.

“Is she beautiful?”

“Oh, yes, quite beautiful — so young and vital; I hope to get to know her better.”

In about 300 years.

“Okay, let’s go forward in time: What do you see?”

“I’ve gone too far, I’m dead and I seem to be getting larger, larger than life.”

“What was your name?”

“Pierre…”