Picture of a traditional Bidayuh house in
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I am at the top of a hill looking down. I see green all around. I’m wearing a kind of slipper which shows my toes. It is made of dried grass and tied around my feet. I’m male. I have black hair. My skin is darker than in current life. I am wearing animal skin, white in colour. I wrap it up around my whole body.
I see a house made from dried grass, with bamboo as pillars. It is square and has a sharp pointed roof. Inside the house, there is a mattress made of dried grass, and some kitchenware made of rock. It’s quite big and used to smash food or seeds. The flooring is made of bamboo tied up and arranged together. Some are cut bamboo, some are round.
A woman comes back from outside, wearing a blue turban. She looks like some sort of native. She’s carrying clothes. She has just come back from the river. She’s wearing black clothing, with a rough texture. She’s wearing something like a black sarong on the bottom half. The top part of her body is covered around with cloth and tightened with another piece of cloth. Her shoulders are bare. She tied her hair upright and wrapped around like a small turban. She covers all her long hair. She smiles to me. She is my wife.
She is now cooking…. smashing the chilli and some seeds. Then she cooks outside the house. She cooks on the ground. She heats it with wood sticks and dried grass. She starts boiling something. She uses utensils made of ceramic. It’s white colour. She’s eating something like wheat.
Me: What do you do for a living?
I hunt. I hunt foxes, snakes and wild boars. I hunt with another other villager. He’s is a slim guy, with very dark skin. His hair is straight. He is wearing a headband tied across his forehead. There’s a piece of big feather, from a kind of bird. I recognise him as my colleague in the current life.
We walk and go hunting very deep in the jungle. We use spears for hunting. The spears are made of wood. The tip is very sharp. It is made from animal’s tooth. My friend said he had put poison at the tip of the spear, so that the animal could die faster. We are hunting a deer, a female deer. We killed the deer. We carried the deer back. It is not very big deer. We shared our food. We cooked the meat that we brought home. Our children and our wives were very happy. I have a son and a daughter.
It is my son’s wedding. He’s wearing a band on his head. He’s wearing animal skin. It looks like fox skin. There is what looks a fox’s tail, hung behind him. There are other villagers there. We drink our own self-made wine -- wheat wine.
The bride is wearing black, with some accessories, made of grass. It has green and red colour leaves, all handmade, very simple looking. It is tied around her waist and wrapped her forehead. They are not wearing shoes. My wife also has a kind of cloth covering her hair. Her hair is tied into a bun and wrapped like a turban. It was an arranged marriage. The bride is another friend’s daughter. I recognise the head of the village as my boss in the current life. He’s performing a ceremony to bless my son and the bride.
Me: Which country are you in?
I am in
My wife passed away. She was sick due to TB (tuberculosis). She was 54 years old. They put her body on dried grass and dried leaves and covered her body with grass and leaves. There was no coffin. They carried her body to be buried at a graveyard near the river. After burying her and covering her body with earth, they put stones on the earth, around where the body was buried. After 20 days, we had to clear all the stones. We arranged and piled up the stones to make a sign of a tomb. Each stone is bigger than my hand. We left after that. I continued staying with my son. He is a hunter.
End of life:
I have already died. They put my body on the grass and leaves in the middle of the jungle. I’m very very old with white hair. I’m very thin and dark skinned. I’m wearing animal skin and my spear is laid beside me. There is some ritual ceremony. There is a new head of village. He is very skinny. They drink and pour some wine on my body, to cleanse all my sickness away, so that I could rest in peace. They carry my body for burial. I was buried at the same graveyard as my wife’s grave, but not next to it. I died because of animal attack. The animal bite was very deep in my neck. They say it was a kind of monkey that bit me. I had no regrets over that life.
Note: Client did some research after that and felt that in that lifetime, she was probably what is now termed a Bidayuh native in
Borneo. Client said that it was difficult
to find pictures that corroborate that lifetime as the photos in the internet
are considered modern whereas she had gone back to a prehistoric lifetime in the hillsides
of Borneo. Client sent me the photo of the Bidayuh
house above, which she described as being is the closest to what she has seen. She
said that during that lifetime, houses were without windows and doors and had only
half-walls. Furthermore, the woman’s clothes were black, akin to the Bidayuh