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Past-life flashbacks happen unexpectedly and can by very disconcerting, as this one was for me. My husband Frank and I were in Georgia working as volunteers at a Sports Car Club of America event some years ago. After the event we drove to Washington, D.C. for sightseeing. While still in Georgia, we took one of the exits off the highway to stop for dinner. The road back to the highway was not the same as the one leading to it, and Frank took a wrong turn when returning. We found ourselves surrounded by cornfields. The sun was going down, and we were driving deeper and deeper into the back country. Sitting there in the passenger’s seat, I began to panic and quite suddenly found myself in a past-life—as a black male slave hiding from a group of men who were coming to lynch me. The man in charge leading the search was none other than Frank! I was petrified. Frank’s voice brought me back to the present when he informed me he had found the highway. I was once again in the passenger’s seat, breathing a sigh of relief.

Later when I had time to reflect, I questioned why this very vivid experience had surfaced and looked for the message it contained. I recalled two other flashbacks that had occurred shortly before this one. In the first, someone was placing a black hood over my head just before cutting it off! In the second, I was imprisoned in a pit with an iron door of some kind covering it. Obviously, none of these flashbacks was pleasurable. As a member of an A.R.E. Search for God Study Group (and I still am), the work I had done in the group caused me to look at the pattern these flashbacks reflected back to me. The theme was clear; it was that of a victim. The next step for me was to ask myself how I was acting or reacting as a victim in my current life. Then, I consciously began to observe when I was acting or thinking that way and intentionally changed my response. When I began taking more responsibility for what happened in my life, it changed in very positive ways. Thankfully there were no more victim flashbacks.