Not my last incarnation but my strongest one. I was a Jewish woman circa the BCE era in Jerusalem right after the temple was built. I miss it every day. I remember I had dark red hair, loved Adonai more than anything and I was very spiritual and strong willed. I lived in the desert kingdom of Judea. I was a weaver and textile worker and scarf/shawl/tzitz seller outside the temple compound when my husband found me, raped me and took me to his home in the Northern kingdom in Israel, near Samaria. We had to go through a rape trial afterwards and the decree was marriage or I stay in my fathers house which would ruin both him and me. I remember begging him for a mikveh, a ritual bath for purification that he didn't ever want to pay for and missing the Judean desert, longing for my home. Eventually my husband died in a stupid drunk fighting accident about 5 years after marriage and I was able to return to Jerusalem. Once there is a bit hazy but from what I can remember, my parents were dead, my connections were gone and I had to start over. I decided to offer myself as a sacrifice to Adonai because my life was out of order and I remember her showing me that she cut herself up pretty badly but survived. So far that's all I've gotten from that life but that particular soul has come back as my guide in this life. We have the same soul minus the moon sign (confirmed on a Draconic chart) She's strong as hell!

My most recent life I was a soldier in Vietnam. It's one of the few lifetimes where I was male and also in the modern era. I don't think my soul is very comfortable or knows how to function well in this time period, I prefer the ancient past. Anyways, i was a Native American soldier and i had this dreamcatcher I carried with me. I was scared of everything and weak and not a very strong person. My supervisor or commanding officer knew I was scared so he would bring me in and give me drinks and talk to me. Beers, liquor, whatever. Pretty soon I was an alcoholic and war was getting really bad and serious. Then one day I'm going to the bunker and I see through a window a sniper killing my supervisor. I remember seeing the blood spurt out of his head. Now I was alone, an alcoholic, scared AF with no way out. I woke up in a panic attack, screaming and in a strong state of fear after that dream so that soul died in pain, with unresolved issues.