David Icke - The Robots' Rebellion - The Story of the Spiritual Renaissance (1994)

136 reality of these events is only now beginning to be told in films like ‘Dances With Wolves’ and the truth is breaking through the Hollywood and government propaganda of most of this century which portrayed the Indians as savages and the God-fearing settlers as the agents of freedom and civilisation. In Australia and the other countries where the invading Christians occupied native lands by force and brutality the truth of these times is being more widely understood.

In my travels to Canada and the United States I have had the overwhelming feeling that I have had many past lives as an Indian.

When I was in Calgary, Canada, I saw a picture of a chief and I felt a strong and instinctive bond with him. His name was ‘Sitting on an Eagle Tail’, chief of the North Peigans, one of a group of tribes that went under the overall name of Blackfoot. Just to complicate matters there was also an individual tribe in the group also called the Blackfoot. I travelled through an area known as the Porcupine Hills, south of Calgary near the Old Man River and I have rarely been moved by a place anywhere in the world. My spirit just sang with joy. I would later discover that Eagle Tail was one of those who signed the land treaty with the white settlers which put the Indian tribes onto reservations and he had chosen an area around the Porcupine Hills and the Old Man River. He loved the area and felt it was the best place for his people to settle. I talk more of these experiences in Truth Vibrations and In The Light Of Experience.

Two years after that trip to Canada, I was walking through Oxford with Yeva looking for the Pitt Rivers Museum which has a section dedicated to Indian history. We were given the wrong directions to the Museum and we were lost. As we walked I told her about Sitting on an Eagle Tail and how I felt that was a previous incarnation. At that moment we passed a pub called ‘The Eagle and the Child’. I looked up at the pub sign hanging from the wall.

There before me was a picture of an eagle with a little child sitting on its tail! I have had scores of ‘coincidences’ happen to me since my awakening became conscious in 1990, but that was a real stunner.

I began to read widely of the Indian period in North America and, as with my visits to former Indian lands, I have felt a deep and painful sadness at the way that culture and understanding was swept away in such a short time. When I visited former Indian lands around Sedona in Arizona, Monument Valley in Utah, and a their beauty and