New Earth Wisdom

I was taken back, deep into a vision several times before I felt the story begin to unravel.

The first time, I was a child rolling around in mud. “Nayah, Nayah!” called my mother who always called my name twice and clicked her tongue.

“Nayah Nayah” she continued, “You are going to be dirty and you have rolled into that mud for long enough girl you are to wash up! Do you hear me, Nayah, Nayah?” she said as she grabbed me by the wrist.

Before I could respond, we heard a drumming through the Earth. I recognized the sound: the Hunters were returning, as was my Daddy.

I knew instantly as I remembered this life how much my Daddy meant to me and how he cared for me.

He was leading the Hunters, and as always, he picked me up above his head and said, “Nayah, I save the best meat for you my love!” as he twirled me around and kissed my dirty head. Love spread through my body.

I was awake again, and cried for hours over my Daddy from this life. Memories flooded back and this was so real for me.

The next time I was taken back, I met Boyshar. I remembered him from the one I knew in this life as my dysfunctional but long relationship with someone I truly loved and cared for.

Here, we were about ten and were holding hands and walking down the beach. I knew this wasn’t unusual, Boyshar held my hand since we were young and it was always so natural. I noticed our other hands were holding pails of water, remembering our walks to get water together. This gave us time to talk and tease, and we had started to flirt.

As we rounded a corner to walk by larger areas of water along a sandy area, little kids were playing and giggling in the hot sun. One of the little boys giggled and tickled Boyshar.

Boyshar responded by pouring some of the water on the boy’s head, causing him to erupt in laughter. The boy playfully tugged at the pail until it all spilled.

“Boyshar!” came a voice from the sandy hills. We saw an elder walking along the beach.

“Boyshar!” he continued. “You are to go back and get two pails of water for this water you spilled here!”

Boyshar, always the troublemaker knew the drill and was already grabbing pails, pulling himself together and lowering his head toward the elder.

Before he left, he grabbed my hand once more and we lingered there until we were only separated by fingertips.

I awoke with a start as so many memories of this life flooded back, just as real as my own. I could feel the sand under my feet, smell the rust of the water and the fullness of the meat cooking. I knew this life.

I was taken back again soon after with more.

Boyshar tried to hold my hand and we were probably about thirteen but an elder scolded him. He whispered in my ear, “let’s go get water”, and we left.

Boyshar ditched the pails and grabbed my hand wildly and let me towards the woods. I felt consumed with the idea and let go of what trouble may come.

As if the weather agreed, it began pouring rain so heavily we slipped over the mud as we ran, laughing and gasping for breath.

We came to an area of trees that covered us from some of the rain and Boyshar turned to me and kissed me. This I felt happened in my bones, like a memory that was always meant to resurface.

I woke up and thought, maybe there was a chance with my ex after all. Maybe it was destined… nope. It didn’t work.

Once more I was taken back to this life, and I could feel something about to happen. I awoke for the second time in a tent, and saw another sleeping mat next to mine. I remembered Boyshar and I had been decided that we would mate together only, and a ceremony had been had. That had been a happy time.

I wondered why Boyshar wasn’t in the tent, but a part of me already knew. I walked out and yelled loud enough to wake everyone sleeping. Boyshar appeared sheepishly as he came out of another woman’s tent, without his covering on well and I moaned and cried for days and days. That hurt never left, but I was faithful as was my heart.

The vision sped up to show only flashes and moments. Years had gone by. We had a daughter who was three, and a son who was nine when our daughter Kiara died by drowning in the river. I never got over that in that lifetime.

When I awoke this time, I felt the vision and lifetime complete. I had seen enough to know more. I had feelings for these family members that I still carry, the love for my Father in this lifetime, knowing that even if something doesn’t happen in one lifetime it may have happened before. Maybe, in a way, we never really lose anything but experience everything.

I located where I was based on the terrain and geography and dialect and it looked and felt like Africa or the Middle East, and very much like long ago but all I know is that time is weird. Reality is weird. But these visions, I will always treasure. I still feel Nayah’s heart, her pain, her hopes and her dreams and I carry them on. Nayah for my real name. Shanti for peace.

Love,

Nayah Shanti