Interview By: Belinda Bentley
Melissa Bryan, believes she was married to Billy the Kid in a past life. She gives detailed accounts of her memories that dispute what many believe really happened to him. She tells us when he died, how he died; was he left handed or right handed and gives details that even historians can’t agree on or figure out for sure. She has marriage certificates and other documents from doing a genealogy investigation into this. I don’t know if this really is the reincarnated wife of Billy, but I can say I do believe in past lives. Either way this is a fascinating story if you’ve ever had an interest in this outlaw, past lives or the wild west.
Billy was born William Henry McCarty, Jr on November 23, 1859 and according to history died at age 21 on July 14, 1881. He was rumored to have killed between 9-22 men, but back in those days stories were extremely exaggerated. There are eye witness accounts that say he killed one man in self-defense and that’s where his bad reputation came from and how he became an outlaw in the first place. He was a well liked man according to interviews at that time. His occupation cowboy, gambler, cattle rustler and then a man on the run.
Melissa, I’m intrigued. There is a lot I want to know. How did you discover your past life with Billy the Kid, and can you share what evidence you have to support it?
I discovered it actually quite by accident. I had recieved a Book on it that I still have in my Collection and had started to have memories after starting to read it. Flash backs and dreams of that time and place, but not based on anything I had read of. I just knew instinctively (I am also a Medium), what was true and what was false of the story. I then went on a journey to prove what I was experiencing (I swear I was very skeptical at the time), but everything I witnessed only brought more memories, nightmares and flashbacks. Which meant I had to search farther.
I continue to see Billy nearly everywhere. The most notable was this past December. I was going into town to run errands and when I was getting into my truck, the one that came out of the house behind mine was none other than blue eyes, with fast reaction time and ears that stuck out far. He saw me and smiled wide, blue eyes shining. I swear I forgot to breathe. Same sweet voice as I remembered. As he got close to the Post Office, I watched as he faded away feet to head. It turns out, Billy and I are 9th generation cousins by marriage in this life and I am descended of numerous famed names besides his.
What really happened? What’s the real deal you are meant to share? Is there anything specific you want to mention about the set up, who is to blame, and what really happened? The other thing is you mentioned being 14 when some of this was doing on, so how old where you when you first realized Billy the Kid was your husband in a past life? Do you feel your Native American background has anything to do with why the lifetime is so power in your memories?
The set up was that he was blamed for some murders that he never committed, that some people he knew did commit. Who is really to blame, is Pat Garrett, who was a tool of the wealthy and powerful. Also, Lou Wallace who was the head of the Santa Fe Ring is to blame too, yet he is moved on now. He approached me from spirit, begging my forgiveness. We made our peace. It is just that night, it is claimed I saw everything and that wasn’t true. I was in the kitchen at the Maxwell Ranch. I was making our supper. We had been together that night after Billy got off work. He was a Cowboy for the Maxwell’s. When it all ended up, he died in my arms. I had to clean everything up because I was a housekeeper for the Maxwell’s. We were headed for Mexico the following morning. Paulita was my cousin and she never would have betrayed me like that. Likewise, Billy never touched any other women. He was on the run. He couldn’t be around people. What most don’t realize is that Billy killed Windy Cahill, but it was self defense. He was being beaten to a pulp. He didn’t have a choice. If he had not have done that, Windy would have beaten him to death. Our kids (there were 4 of them), would not have had a dad. Billy was a good and heavily honest person. When I saw the photo of myself from my last life, that is when I first remembered it in full, then about 3 years later I obtained a book written by a descendant that alluded to it and was taken to the very location it happened. About a year later I found the record that finally tied everything together.
My Native America heritage could possibly have something to do with such strong memories. In Native Philosophy, we are all one and everything past and present affects the future.
In reality, if all of this is indeed true, this is a love story for you. A man you loved so deeply is waiting for you on the other side, waiting for you to fulfill a mission so you can come back home. It’s very romantic and yet seems tragic that you would have to wait so long…
There is a big debate about Billy being left handed or right handed. A movie about him was called “The Left Handed Gun,” because of a picture that could possibly be a mirror image. Can you clear that up for us?
Right handed, but he was actually Ambidextrous. Right Handed with pistol and left handed with rifle.
According to history, Billy the Kid died when he was 21. You say you spent 11 years together, so according to you and your past life memories, when did he died exactly?
We were staying with my cousins, it was at their home, that he had left his pistol and gun belt, so was also unarmed. He must have heard screams coming from the vicinity of our home, assuming it was me, being roughed up again by Pat and his men. He went to see what the trouble was and to protect me and our family. It seems Pete had left our room and grabbed and tied up my cousin Pablita instead. He saw the men, asking who they were and then was shot and killed. I heard the shots but didn’t think anything of it, as Beaver Smith’s Saloon was just down the street a bit and was always rowdy like that. One of the boys in town came running, telling me Billy had been shot and killed. I stormed from the kitchen, thinking that this was one of Billy’s Practical Jokes. I was clearly not amused. When I saw the townspeople around our room crying and talking quietly, my heart sank. I knew something was wrong. They tried to keep me from going in, I knew I had to see it. He was there, bleeding badly, a large hole in him. I knew he was dead or dying. I screamed, ran to him. He took his last breath in my arms. I was sobbing, inconsolable. The blood soaked into my night dress, but I didn’t care. It was horrible. I can never erase this from my memory.
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