His Life As: A Buffalo Soldier

Background:
My eleven year old had not had a past life regression in awhile and agreed to sit down with me the other night. I have to stay in practice, ya know! He always goes into trance very quickly, so it wasn't long before we were on our way into another past life.


PLR:
After I could tell that he was deep enough, I led him down a river of time and into a past life. As he set foot into that lifetime I asked him to identify who he was and he immediately said "I'm a buffalo soldier! A black guy with a beard..." I felt surprised and ashamed that I didn't know anything about buffalo soldiers... After awhile I realized that he was an African American Slave who was going to fight for his country. He didn't have a family, they had all been separated, and he was very sad about it. It strikes me odd that we had so many lifetimes as slaves, but I guess we all would have been incarnating in the same timeframe together since we are family members... Anyway, he didn't know his name, but he knew that he was a slave who was now a soldier wearing a navy blue uniform, he was 30-40 years old.


I asked him to move to an important time in that lifetime and he said it was nighttime and he was in a field. "I'm wearing a hood, a cloak. It is black." he told me, in a deadpan voice. "I'm outside. There's a little black girl and the master."


"What's happening?" I asked, just as interested to see what happened as he was.


"I'm saving the little girl from being whooped. I tripped him up and she ran into the woods." he said, his eyes moving rapidly as he watched in his mind.


"What is happening now?" I asked, trying not to ask "leading questions", just enough questions to help him stay on track.


"I'm getting whooped. The master is yelling at me and beating me..."


"What is he saying?" I asked, sad to imagine him in such pain.


"Words I'm not allowed to say." he replied, and I couldn't help but giggle.


I asked him how he felt about the scene unfolding before him and he said that he felt sad and proud. He was sad that they were all treated that way, but he was proud that he had saved the little girl. There were a lot of people around watching, other slaves, and they were all proud of him too. He still didn't know his name, I reminded myself to ask again later in case he was able to remember it.


I instructed him to move forward into the happiest moment in that lifetime... I instructed him to look around and get a feel for where he was and what was happening. "I see a woman." he said, choking back tears. "We are getting married. I am in a suit... We're at a church."


"Are you happy?" I prompted.


"Yeah."


"Do you have friends there?" I wondered who all was at his wedding.


His eyes moved and it looked like he was surveying his surroundings. He kind of gasped and said "I see my family!"


"They're there?" I was surprised and happy because I knew how sad it had made him to lose his family.


"Yeah. I found them!"


"Why is this the happiest moment in that life?" I asked, hoping to find out more about his wedding and his reunion with his long lost family.


He was tearing up and couldn't answer.


"Is it because you're getting married and your family is there?" I asked, hoping his wasn't embarrassed about crying. I cry every single time I regress!


"Yeah." he said, swiping a tear off of his sweet tan face.


I decided to move on and find out more about his time as a soldier, since that was how he first identified himself. We moved through time and he was a buffalo soldier now. I asked how he became a soldier, and he said "I enlisted."


"Did you have to leave your wife behind? Do you have any kids now?"

"Yeah, I have two sons." he said.


"Do you still live on the same plantation?"


"No," he replied.


"Are you free now?" I was very surprised by this, just as surprised as I was that he had found his family.


"They said I will be free if I fight..."


"Do you feel good about that?" I asked.


"Yeah..."


"What's happening now?" I asked.


"I'm in a wagon." he said, his voice was calm and quiet.


"Where are you going?"


"I don't know..." he said.


"Who are you with?'


"Other soldiers..." he said.


"Listen closely and see if you can hear them say your name... What are they saying?" I asked, hoping to find a name for the soldier who is now my son.


"We aren't talking..." he paused and added, "We're praying to god."


Now I got a little choked up and decided to move on to his death. I told him that when I counted from 5 to 0 that he would find himself two minutes before his death in that lifetime. I expected that he was going to die in the battle that he had been heading to in the wagon, but instead he was an old man. His wife had already died... He was in a bed and his children were there. He survived the war and was freed. He was dying of old age. He began to cry and I reminded him that he was safe and that he wouldn't feel any pain. I instructed him to move through the passing and he said that he was floating above his body and could see his sons crying. I told him to take a look back at that life and told him that he didn't have to talk anymore... I told him to look at the life lessons and see what his purpose was and he said "To protect people."


I asked what he saw good in that life and he said even though he was a slave that he was able to find his family and have a family. He had protected the little girl and also had protected his country in the battles.


I then brought him back to the room around him and smiled at him as he wiped away tears. Even though he acts tough, this regression was a glimpse at his softer and more vulnerable side.


Reflections:
We didn't get a lot of solid details in this regression, but I feel like it was a lovely experience for him. He was especially emotional and very unlike himself. It seemed like he was truly touched by the beautiful bride in front of him, and it also seemed like he was genuinely moved by his son's surrounding him as he passed. I won't do another regression on him for awhile... I don't want to expose them to anything they aren't ready for, even if I know it is something that will be beneficial to them in the long run. I will wait until he asks for one, even if it means waiting and waiting and waiting.


I researched Buffalo Soldiers a little afterwards and everything he described lined up with their history.