Past Life – The Sheriff

I learned about one of my own past lives during a timeline therapy session during my training. A fellow student, that was gifted with spiritual insight, recorded it for me. I wanted to share with you what I learned that day. It came in a series of snippets, and that’s how I’ll share it with you. In this life, I was born in 1853.

Early Childhood

When I was four, I lived in a cabin made of dark logs. I lived with my parents in a place with a barn, horses, and cattle. I lived what I saw as a regular day-to-day life at this time.

Eleven Years Old – 1864

I remembered cutting, stacking, and baling hay with the help of neighbours. We helped each other regularly. I was wearing suspenders, a shirt, and shoes. I didn’t have formal schooling, but my mother taught me my numbers, reading, and writing. We kept pigs, chickens, and cattle on the ranch. I also fished and hunted.

Seventeen Years Old – 1870

I was out on my own, looking for work, trying to stay busy. I spent most of my time by myself. I hauled buffalo furs from the plains to the market with a crew, built fences, whatever work I could get. I remember being a very good worker.

Twenty-Four Years Old 1877

I wasn’t part of the army, but I worked with them. I spent time scouting, and as a guide because I knew the territory and the people. I had my own horse, on the army didn’t give me. His name was Breaker. He was older, a wild mustang with a dark mane. The pay wasn’t bad, I had a regular salary of a dollar a day. I was English speaking, but I also spoke Dakota, Pawnee, Ojibway, and Cree.

Twenty-Eight Years Old – 1881

At this time I became the Sheriff of a town called Craig in Montana. the area was mostly ranchers, and they needed someone to uphold the law and settle disputes. I said I’d do it, so they gave me a badge, pistols, and both repeater and long barrel rifles. I remember thinking it was expensive equipment

I wasn’t afraid, I knew the people and they trusted me. I had a way of handling situations, some called it luck, but things tended to work out when I was involved. I was known as a scrappy person, and I liked the job, getting paid to visit and settle conflicts suited me. I wasn’t married yet, and didn’t have any kids. I was still too young.

Thirty Years Old – 1883

By this time, I could tell you I was 5’10”, 200 lbs, with a dark complexion. I had brown eyes and wore a beard. I didn’t have any scars or other distinguishing marks. I wore a long leather jacket with lots of pockets, wool pants with suspenders, a long sleeve white cotton shirt, brown cowboy hat, size nine knee-high boots, and deer hide leggings. I also wore gloves and a scarf to keep me warm in the winter chill. I had a different horse, a big, brown quarter horse, a mare named Trinkles. I was alone on the plains with mountains in the background, maybe in Montana.

I was headed to a little cabin in a field of grass and brush, dotted with trees. There wasn’t a road to the door. It belonged to a single man, someone I didn’t know, a troublemaker. I remember being shot at, and reacting. I killed the man, but only to defend myself. It was him or me.

Thirty-Four Years Old – 1887

I killed someone when I was drunk. Sometimes drinking was all there was to do, and it was how you had fun. I was full of guilt for that, that I ended his life. It didn’t have to happen. I learned in that memory that alcohol impairs judgement, and that I don’t want it impairing mine.

Thirty-Eight Years Old – 1891

Into my middle years I was still a Sheriff, but I was changing my life. I was courting a woman in town, going to church, had a nice place to live, and I’d stopped drinking. I had two deputies so I didn’t go out on the land as much. The younger guys could go while I stayed in town talking, hearing the news news and gossip. It was a new country, a new state, there were a lot of travelers and visitors who liked music and playing cards. So did I.

I was breaking horses on the side too. I really just wanted to settle down on my own ranch.

Sixty Years Old – 1913

I was into my old age now, and I had my family: two sons and a daughter.

I was moving things around in the barn, lifting something heavy, when I overexerted myself, either lifting or pulling a wagon on the soft ground. I felt a sharp pain in my heart, it was a heart attack. No one else was around at the time. First I fell to my knees, then the ground, clutching my chest. I couldn’t breathe, move, or call for help. It was over quickly.

What I Learned:

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