About Pahinzizzi

I am Pahinzizzi the wife of the legendary sioux warrior Blue Elk and this is my story....

I was born into a English farmer family. My father had saved some money in case of bad times! In thous days some English men had hard times living in uk because they where not fairly treated by the royal court! My parents had heard from sailors that America was the country of fortune and luck! My parents decided to try their luck in America instead. I was only in my late 13 teens when we left to try our luck in America. My father was a farmer and hoped for better days as a farmer there instead. It was very exciting to bee on a ship since it was my first time on my ship at that time. I really enjoyed the first week on the sea, listening to the waves and the seagulls screams. But after one week in the sea a storm broke loose. My father witch was not used with the sea got seasick and spent most of times on the deck vomiting and complaining over the big waves. I myself did not feel good at all, but luckily I managed to not vomit out of seasickness since I kept myself in the only cabin we could afford since my father wanted to save some money to buy some cattle and some food when we reached America. It was a cabin suitable for slaves and maids! It was not something I was used with since I was used to sleep in bed! But it was ok, I had something to sleep on rather than the dusty cold floor. When we finally reached America, on what is today called for New York,I had just turned 14 years old, my father bought himself a wagon and two horses, and some food, a gun, ammo and some other things we needed! After that we took off! I found it pretty exciting with my new vagabond trip you could say! We had been traveling for many days and weeks when we had reached little south of todays Texas City. On that sunny hot day when I was in the wagon eating something while mom and dad was driving the wagon, we where spotted by a group of Cherokée natives! A group of 6. I could hear the commotion outside the wagon! I peeked carefully outside from a crack in the cloth that our wagon was covered in! I could see my parents get brutally murdered by the cherokée natives and how they brutally vandalized my parents corpses. I was petrified and so scared. They took my fathers 2 horses and his gun. I could see from the crack that more native indians headed this way. They where 20 of them. The Cherokeé natives got rush when they saw the others coming because they where out numbered and made sure to get their asses away from there as soon as possible. I was so scared, I decided to keep quiet to try to avoid to bee seen! I saw from the tiny crack that one of the natives jumped down from his bay paint mustang stallion. He moved towards my dead parents looking what had happened or if they where some valuables to take. They where after all dead. Then he disappeared I could not see him from the tiny crack anymore, just that he was gone and the other natives sat on their horses still waiting. This native young men where between 15-20 years of age. Suddenly I see to my horror that the native that I saw disappear came in to the wagon! He saw me and I was so scared I was sure I he was going to kill me just like the cherokées did to my parents! But he was looking at me like he was wondering what to do! He took an apple that he found and took a bite from it! I was a scared blond girl with long blond wavy hair and blue eyes, that had just seen her parents got brutally murdered by the natives! Now one of them was looking at me and I was so scared! Suddenly he moves towards me and grips a firm grip on my wrist and almost drags me out! I tried to get myself loose from his grip, but by doing that his grip hardened even more! He was only 17 years old but strong as a 25 year old man. He was tan as a gingerbread cookie, dark brown eyes, more like black brown in color and he had long raven black hair that almost reached bellow the nipples. I gave up fighting to get loose from his grip! No point in doing that! I though that if i do not fight against his grip I would maybe have a chance to survive. When we where 3 meters from the others and from his mustang stallion he took up a huge fat knife that he had in his knife holder! I was stoned of fear, that he would kill me right there in front of the others. But he did not! Instead he cut my dress so my dress fell off and I just stood there in underwear in front of all the native men! The native men where either smiling or laughing! He himself who had cut my dress so I just stood in underwear had a playful teasing smile on his face. This native was more naughty than being a killer, but I was still a bit scared. I felt totally embarrassed and humiliated. He then took a firm grip on on my wrist again and dragged me to his paint mustang stallion Wakinyan. He putted me up on Wakinyan´s back. I could see that Wakinyan disliked the idea of me being on his back! The native who jumped on his paint mustang stallion Wakinyan, behind me ,his name was Blue Elk.  He took off with me in front of him on Wakinyan in an amazing speed! This stallion was extremely powerful and muscular and it sounded almost like thunder when the hofs hit the ground when he was galloping. After meny hours riding we came to the Sioux village and I got adopted by Blue Elks closest friend Little Wolf and his parents and they gave me the name Pahinzizzi, cause of my blond long hair and blue eyes. My fear for Blue Elk vanished shortly after, and i found myself getting attracted to him. Feelings started to develop shortly after i realized that he had actually saved me from a certain death and that he was a sweet loving soul rather than a killer. To live with the Sioux was total freedom and i LOVED IT! I could do what ever I liked without someone telling me to go and clean the floor etc. I could make a lots of food witch I loved to do, bee creative witch I liked and bee around animals and nature witch i also liked and ride horses all day long if I wanted to. It was total freedom!Because from where I came from girls where suppose to do household stuff, cleaning the floor, the house etc, and girls where not suppose to go out hunting etc. So for me it was total freedom living with the Sioux than jailed in a house doing so called women slavery (household work), like I did back home in england. I married Blue Elk when I was 18 and he 21. He teched me a lot of things, how to track animals, how to use bow and arrow, how to fish and hunt! We where inseparable, we where always together except when he was out in war, fighting for peace,their land and human rights for the natives. veter it was against white men or enemy native tribes. I was happily married with him and I loved him from the depth of my heart and soul and even if this was very very long time ago, in a past life of mine i still love him from the depth of my heart and soul! I´ll always love my beloved Sioux warrior and chief Blue Elk for all eternity.

That is right this is my story from long long time ago! I remember all my reincarnations like it was only yesterday it all happened. I was born, psychic, empath and telepath and I have been so In all my reincarnations. I communicate with spirits, angels and star people! I am highly spiritually evolved than most humans and with it my visions, telepathy and empath are extremely powerful! I pick up vibrations easily from humans and can easily see who´s soul is from the divine light and who´s soul is a dark soul.

I was also Wakanda, the daughter of the pawneé chief White Eagle and married to Little Bear, also a Sioux warrior and chief. That was in another past life of mine.