The following is an excerpt from my upcoming book, "Reincarnation: Past Lives and the Akaashic Records."
The doorway or opening is about twelve feet below sea level. Everyone who lives anywhere around there resides underground in these caves—no one lives on the surface. I see that you have special swimming gear, and you slip on what looks like a mermaid tail—a tool that makes you swim faster. You pull it off when you get to the land where you go to hunt for meat. What meat was once was in the caves has long since been hunted out. You also want plants from the surface because you need food that has absorbed all that sunlight—which you do not get inside the caves. You are a woman hunting alone with a bow and arrow. This allows you to travel light. You carry a little pouch with food in it and a water bladder beaded intricately with a sacred geometry pattern imprinting your water. I don’t know why that is important, but it is. I think your people knew something about imprinting water with vibratory frequencies. The decoration is intricate and precise.
This man was trying to find a new place to settle down. For some reason he had to leave his civilization which was hundreds of miles away, and he brought his wife and two small children. They were just trying to survive. You did not back down the way he thought women were supposed to back down. In fact, you drew a bead on him—you pointed the arrow at him, and that made him even angrier. He lunged at you and missing the projectile, knocking you down. When you fell you hit your head which knocked you out. He carried you back to his camp. His wife was there, and when you woke up she was cleaning your wounds— trying to help you. Afraid you were being held captive, you started screaming and trying to escape. This desperate man finally tied your hands and feet. You would not stop screaming so he sewed your mouth shut because that is what they did where he came from. His wife was crying and begging him not to do it, but with a needle made from bone and with crude sinew from animals he had been collecting, he sewed your mouth shut fearing there were others with you and they would hear you. He knew no other way to silence you.