The rest of my Scots life came flooding back in a self-regression. I'm going to post it, because it shows how members help each other remember. My name was Jean Stewart. I was "promised" to a young man named Ian Campbell. He was the scruffy, blond young Scotsman in my previous memories. I was a very pretty girl of 16, with a tumble of dark curls, and slender, white feet. A man named Robert Fraser, a stranger, passed through the area where I lived. He was older, maybe 30, very brawny, with russet hair, and quite handsome, except that he had brown discoloration on his teeth. It's an old story - he wanted what he couldn't have. He wanted Jean, and she wanted Ian. He "stalked" me, and found me alone, where I was washing my feet in a stream. I had my skirt gathered up, so as not to wet it. The skirt was grey-green. He came behind, pulled me to the ground, and had his "way" with me. I can "see" the hair on his fore-arms. I struggled, and my head was hit against a rock. He was horrified by what he'd done, not meaning to hurt me. When I was found, I was already semi-conscious, vomiting, and seeing those "white orbs" which must have been the visual disturbance you get from concussion. I was "dreaming" of Ian, while comotose. My brain continued to swell, and I died. Ian went after Robert Fraser. He killed him, the Frasers caught him, and Ian was hanged. The soul that was Ian Campbell was my father in this life. That is why I kept dreaming about how much Ian and my Dad looked alike, and on waking, I realized it was only their eyes. Ironically, his first wife was named Jean. He married her when she was 16. She divorced him when he came home from World War II. He wanted to name me Jean, but naturally, my mother wouldn't allow it. Robert Fraser was my current- life husband. Fraser had a ruby that he planned to give to Jean. He thought that after she was dishonoured, she would go home with him. It was a large, rough cabachon, but blood- red. My husband calls me his "ruby". He has given me at least one of every gemstone, except a ruby. He has bought several, and returned them to the store, because they weren't "red" enough. I think Robert will never be able to give Jean that stone. He has rather strange fears that someone will abduct me, probably because he tried. I forgive him completely. In this life, I got Ian (my father) and Robert Fraser got his "Jean".