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…”
