I have memories of the wild west, 1800's and experience nostalgia when I enter antique shops.
Since you mention the 1800s, that's the first past lifetime of mine in the early 1800s, that I became aware of, when I read that book, The Iron Mistress, when I was known as a knife fighter, who fought duels to the death. I already mentioned some of that and you probably read it, but it was apparently deleted, which is just as well, as it had certain sensitive data.
But I can expand for you about myself and those connected to me in that lifetime and help elucidate the karmic-reincarnation patterns.
I had mentioned that my two brothers and I had apparently died at the battle of the Alamo, in San Antonio, Texas, which ended on March 6, 1836 and that my younger brother's birthday just happens to be March 7th.
Many years after reading that book, when I visited the Alamo, driving my van there, I saw a picture postcard, with the image of James Bonham, a defender of the Alamo, which looked similar to my younger brother, leading me to believe it was his past lifetime. I came to believe that my older brother had lived as Buck Travis, another defender of the Alamo, because of the way our present relationship corresponded with the relationship between Buck Travis and James Bowie in that battle.
Travis wanted to wait for reinforcements to fight Santa Anna's Army.
I believe that I wanted us to leave the Alamo, in the dark of night, fight through Mexican lines at a perceived weak point and live to fight another day. This difference of opinion of how the deadly battle should be fought, probably caused both of us to consider the possibility that we might have to fight a duel to the death, to settle the issue. But James Bowie fell off a ladder, injuring himself and becoming sick and finally agreeing to fight the battle the way Travis wanted.
In this lifetime, my older brother came down the stairs, with a grin on his face, displaying what looked like a long bladed Bowie knife. He was 5, I was 3. As he attacked me, I felt grief and anger and grabbed his knife wrist with both hands and locked my elbows, so he couldn't stab me and kill me.
Finally, with my older brother on top of me, trying to stab me, my mother came down the stairs and took the knife away from him, flexing it, showing me that it was a rubber knife. My older brother and I fought each other for 10 years after that.
In our last fight, when he was a Freshman, and I an 8th grader, we fought one last time. I found myself bouncing his head off the curb, with him heavily resisting. I was well over 6 feet tall by that time. I didn't really want to hurt him, so I let him go, realizing that I'd never fight him again.
Next year, we were in the same High School biology class that he had flunked the year before.
He asked me to study with him, for an important biology test, that we both wanted to pass. We studied late into the night,
my mother was amazed that we could cooperate like that.
In later years I wondered about Davy Crockett.
Why hadn't a reincarnated version of him turned up for me?
Then, intuitively, I thought of Carlos Hathcock, nicknamed White Feather, because of the white feather he always wore in his hat, one of the top American snipers in the Vietnam War, a likely candidate for Crockett's reincarnation.
As my older brother had served on a Navy ship, engaged in the Vietnam War, I asked him if he ever met that sniper over there. No he hadn't, but he did meet him years later at a gun show in Virginia.
My older brother also served in the First Gulf War, against Saddam Hussein and his Iraqi Army, as a Navy Chief. I have concluded that Saddam Hussein and his Iraqi Army were reincarnations of Santa Anna and his Mexican Army. The similarities were too striking for me not to notice.
After the First Gulf War, there was an article in life magazine, which listed all the American war dead, there were more from the state of Texas, than any other state, many with Spanish surnames, corresponding with the fact that many of the defenders of the Alamo, in San Antonio, Texas, were Mexicans.
I suspect that my ex neighbor, also died with us, defending the Alamo.
Having his own flooring business, he usually hired Mexican and Spanish workers. I often worked with them. I was pretty good at tearing up old floors and such and moving heavy stuff around.
One time it was my neighbor that became injured, falling off a ladder, instead of me, as what happened to Bowie. I was holding a defective ladder for him, which malfunctioned and he fell, hurting himself. I drove him to the hospital and he quickly recovered.
I don't particularly like being high on ladders or other high places, from that and other lifetimes. I remember the uneasy feeling I had, standing on top of the Empire State Building with my family and looking down at the streets way below.
I realize that Walter Semkiw wrote that "Ahtun Rey", speaking through Kevin Ryerson, determined that the musician Phil Collins had lived as James Bowie. I believe that some of their data is faulty, including that.
Earlier, a psychic told Collins that he was a different individual, connected with the Alamo, a courier for them, who did not die at that battle. Semkiw and company make a comparison of Collins with the one picture said to be of James Bowie. But it is not truly a picture of him, I believe, more likely a picture falsely identified by a younger relative, who possibly never met Bowie, telling researchers what they wanted to hear.
In driving the streets of San Antonio, many years ago, in my van, I saw a road sign, with a depiction of Bowie, with a thinner face, which more closely resembled myself. I wrote a letter to Phil Collins about all this and received a letter back from his secretary, at his behest, thanking me for the data. Btw, I too am very interested in antiques and go in and out of antique stores and to yard sales and estate sales and buy and sell antiques and collectibles.
