What bookish notion schools a bairn
rapt, like a crayfish by a languid bourne?
What did that crawdad ever learn,
that it knew not on finding form?
How, in fact, shall I take in
all the beings that I am?
How frisk the veil of by and by
where tens on tens of folks be I ?
— one just borning and the next full grown
— one soft cocooning, in carnation’s womb
— one swift careening through an astral gloom
turning, hand outstretched, to angelic lumen
Now regal male decked rough, reared up full wild
Now just past childhood mother cradling her own child
Guerrero here, there carpenter or nun
Pagan, Christian, wondering One
Trying, falling, free, then bound
yearning, spurning, missing, found!
How may we reckon age or race or wealth?
How learn the weight of wisdom of our Self?
How find a mooring in this place, that time
when placeless timeless Hearts toward God incline?
He is the flower of the Soul
His the enthralling, star-spanned role
His is the basket that all lives enspline
He is the teacher, He the rhyme
–from Link: “School,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 1 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9ty ..
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In love, Light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
Previously entitled: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Memories of Other Incarnations”
Compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; most recently revised on 25 February 2023.
Image: “Beseeching,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Beseeching,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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G. THE LAST TIME WE PASSED ON A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 18 February 2012
What if we remembered
the last time we passed on?
That moment
of wild, sweet surrender!
That would be the end of the play, wouldn’t it?
The jig would be up.
Divine Ma would be our every thought.
So, then, why stick around?
To hear her laughter in the breeze,
tickling the trees;
in the tiny pop
of waves’ farewell bubbles,
stranded on the shore;
in the bliss of birds’
“good morning” to the day;
in the soft footfalls
of a cat, from room to room;
in the joyful abrogation
of the space between the words,
and the space between the worlds
within us.
–excerpted from Link: “The Last Time We Passed On,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 18 February 2012; published on 22 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-kSI ..
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In love, Light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
Previously entitled: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Memories of Other Incarnations”
Compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; most recently revised on 25 February 2023.
Chinese (a woman, in ancient time, on the east coast of China),
2 lifetimes as a woman in India, and so on.
For me, one of the perks of remembering past lifetimes is letting down my mental filters regarding gender, race, culture and nationality. It is a bit of a rude awakening, at first, but in the sum, since I can remember being all these things, how can I see them as ‘other than I’?
Memories of Varying Social Values and Personalities in Other Incarnations
And also, my social values and personality in past lifetimes were totally foreign to that in my present lifetime. As you may imagine, that is sometimes not a good thing from the perspective of this lifetime. But from the notion of rounding out our experience of Duality, I can see it is ok. It helps me more easily forgive others in this lifetime for having the same values I once had in other lifetimes … although it is not always all that easy!
–revised and excerpted from … Link: “DNA Activation of Light to Change Race or Culture,” by the Hathors through Alice B. Clagett, published on 22 January 2015; revised on 15 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6he ..
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In love, Light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
Previously entitled: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Memories of Other Incarnations”
Compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; most recently revised on 25 February 2023.
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Introduction: My Father’s Father
Here is a photo (left) of my grandfather Roy D. Clagett, who passed on before I was born, and (right) of me at about 8 years of age. All my youth I wished I had known my father’s father, who had spent summers with my grandmother, my father, and my father’s six brothers on the farm across the road from my rural family home …
Image: My grandfather, Roy D. Clagett (3 September 1881 – 23 October 1937), who passed on before I was born, and me at about 8 years of age, compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: My grandfather, Roy D. Clagett (3 September 1881 – 23 October 1937), who passed on before I was born, and me at about 8 years of age, compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
I straightened out the photos for the composite photo. In the original, his head was bent a little to the left, and mine was bent a little to the right. From his photo, it looks to me as if he may have raised his right eyebrow a little more than the left eyebrow; while I raise the left a little more than the right.
There is something about our eyes and way of feeling in these two photos that strikes me as similar; I cannot quite peg it.
Although my grandfather and I never met, I feel a Soul kinship with him even today.
I have had several visions in which it seemed to me that I was my grandfather in an incarnation once removed from this current one. Between the two incarnations seemed to be my incarnation as a little girl who passed on in a German concentration camp. In the startling visions of my father’s father, it was as if I were experiencing his male incarnation as my own.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “My Father’s Father,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 26 January 2020, compiled and published on 26 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gaD ..
My Grandfather or Myself in a Just Prior Incarnation?
This morning I woke up again with another unusual astral experience or vision. I saw a scene where someone a good deal older than I (that is to say, from an earlier time historically) … it would have been not in the last generation, but in the one before it, because of the way he spoke … just at the moment of sudden death, and needing to stay on Earth and care for his family, was just finding himself in the position of not being able to stay here.
I realized this was my father’s father Roy D. Clagett, whose wife was my deeply cherished grandmother Alice Delores Clagett. He was the grandfather I had always longed to meet, but had not had the opportunity to meet, as he had passed on before I was born.
It was as if the Soul wounding of that gentleman were clearing … and almost as if I were that gentleman, clearing that. I could hear all his thoughts as he passed on. And I saw a good deal of the details around that passing on.
I have to say, I was very impressed with him. Never have I met him, but he had a way of thinking: He was thinking of God all the time. And he would use God’s name in his thoughts, just as part of his gentle way of thinking.
I am blessed to have had a chance to encounter my grandfather, in a moment that was supremely important to him in his life … a moment of crisis, of change … and soon to be Soul renewal, I am sure, at that point …
And right now I would like to say a prayer, as the Sun sets on another beautiful day: A prayer for those who have passed on, that they may find rest, and peace, and that they may know God.
I pray for all the dearly departed, especially those that have been forgotten now, who may have passed a long time ago, especially through sudden death, or catastrophic situations for which the Soul has no chance to plan in advance, and who might be lingering here on Earth still. I pray that they may find rest, and peace, and that they may know God.
And I pray too, that those who have lost their loved ones through accident, sudden illness or injury, or through any kind of catastrophe, should have a chance to recover from their grief, and to live fulfilling lives. Happy lives. And that they may be made whole again, in the wisdom and knowledge of God.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “Memory of the Moment of Passing of My Father’s Father,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 18 January 2018; revised on 14 September 2018, on 7 February 2019, and on 17 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8ga ..
Memory of the Moment of Passing of My Father’s Father – NEW top
The second story below, which is about my grandfather’s death, I classify as maybe just a vision, or possibly a vision of a prior incarnation. It was an extremely vivid vision. In my mind I linked it with another vision I had while doing kundalini yoga very early one morning many years ago.
A Preparatory Vision. In that first vision I saw a blue-eyed, lean farmer getting down off a tractor. He was full of life; he had a spry walk and a mischievous gleam in his eye; and he was right good looking. He was no one I had met. But at the moment I looked into his eyes, I had the shocking recognition that this man was me.
It was my first empathic experience, in this lifetime, with someone not of my gender. Since that day, I have had a better understanding of men … almost as if I might be that farmer one minute, and myself the next.
My father’s father had passed on some while before I was born, and I have always wished I had a chance to know him. From the start, I somehow felt that farmer might have been my grandfather; and I wondered whether, by some twist of fate, I might have been my grandfather in my second to last prior lifetime.
Then later I had a second vision of the moment of my grandfather’s passing, which, in a way, fulfilled my wish that I might have met him. The vividness of this vision once more made me wonder whether I had, after all, been my grandfather in my last, but one, prior lifetime.
A Second Vision Shared with Another Person. In the second vision, one of my grandfather’s sad last thoughts was that he would never see his beloved wife again. Here is a picture of my grandmother when she was a young woman …
Image: “Grandmother Alice Delores Clagett Clagett,” photographer unknown, 1800s
Image: “Grandmother Alice Delores Clagett Clagett,” photographer unknown, 1800s
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It was, to me, heart-rending to hear my grandfather’s farewell thoughts of her. Were I to have been he, in a prior incarnation, then that might account for the closeness I felt, as a child, with my grandmother, who lived only half a mile from my family home.
Too, it might account for the fact I was named after her, and that I was inclined, from birth, to spiritual devotion, as were she and my grandfather, though the other members of my natal family were more inclined towards the practical matters of life in the world. It might also account for her gift of her engagement ring, given her by my grandfather, to me on my 16th birthday.
The vision I had, which puts the place of my grandfather’s death at the entrance from Ritchie-Marlboro Road, Upper Marlboro, Maryland, to his family’s farm Ingleside, …
Link: “Ingleside: My Grandmother Clagett’s Place,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 December 2014; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4TC ..
… differs in location from the place and manner of passing recorded in our family’s oral historical tradition.
It was for me a very vivid vision … it felt very real to me … and it seemed to me at the time that I simultaneously shared it with my aging uncle, who was to be the last of Grandfather Roy’s seven sons to pass on.
It seemed at the time, although of course I may well be mistaken, that the vision arose from my uncle’s early childhood Soul wounding … and from my own in a prior incarnation … and that the expression of the vision before our startled astral eyes was like a moth taking flight into the evening skies, free of Earth and heading right for heaven.
The vision went like this …
Vision of My Grandfather’s Passing – NEW
Image: Pine Trees at Ingleside, by Alice B. Clagett, circa 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth” … https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: Pine Trees at Ingleside, by Alice B. Clagett, circa 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth” … https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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My grandfather … whose Soul, as you may know, may have been my own Soul two incarnations prior to my current incarnation … had gone to the nearby town, and was just returning home in his ‘Tin Lizzy’. He was heading north on a dirt country road. The turn to his house, where his wife was waiting, was on the left. The driveway was on a rise of ground where the main road bent right, so there was a danger of approaching ‘jalopies’ heading south from Washington, DC.
As my grandfather swung left towards the driveway he may have been watching the blind turn in the road, just in case another ‘infernal machine’ might swerve into view and obstruct his passage. That might explain why he missed the wild-eyed young man in his own spiffed up ‘jalopy’ who came roaring out of the driveway and hit my grandfather’s car.
That neighboring man had just made free with my own dear grandmother, who ever after that day, kept a derringer in the drawer of her nightstand, just in case. I recall she showed it to me in my early years and explained the importance of keeping it at hand of a night, after saying one’s evening prayers.
Now to return to my vision: In the years prior to 1937, which was the year of my grandfather’s death, safety glass was not yet used in cars. When that rude young man’s jalopy collided with my grandfather’s automobile, the glass in the front left drivers side of the vehicle shattered, and the drivers side door fell open.
A piece of glass shaped like a sharp wide flat dart was hurled into my grandfather’s heart. His car came to a stop, rammed in front by the car of that devil-may-care young man. My grandfather was hurled out of his car, and lay supine on the ground at the intersection of the driveway and the road he had traveled. His hands were at his chest, from which protruded the sharp-edged slice of car window glass.
His youngest son … my very uncle with whom I seemed to share this doleful vision … had been walking smartly down the driveway to greet his returning father, of whom he was quite fond. And so it was that my young uncle arrive within a moment of the harrowing accident. He was then 13 years of age, and his father was 54.
Running up to his father, not knowing what might be the best action to take, he saw the blood soaking his father’s shirt, and then he saw the glass had pierced his father’s chest. Gently he lifted the glass out of the wound, hoping to ease the agony he saw so clearly on his father’s face.
Alas, that dart had pierced his father’s heart. Once the glass fragment was removed, the lifeblood flowed freely from his chest.
In his dying moment, my grandfather thought, in his gentle way: O God, I must leave my beloved wife all alone in this world! If only I could see her one more time!
Then, as his young son watched, Roy inhaled his last sweet life’s breath, and passed on.
As the last moments of this vivid astral dream unfolded before my eyes, and seemingly also before the eyes of his stunned youngest son, I saw the scene as if I were rising up above the two wrecked cars, above my own struck-down blood-soaked body, above the wild-eyed murderer who had, all unbeknownst to me, made himself free of my beloved wife, above my young son whom I so longed to console.
The time would come … aye, ‘twould soon be at hand … when I might meet him once again. But for now, patience must keep my Spirit strong in faith in God’s will, His strength, His mercy.
And so it was to be.
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In love, Light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
Previously entitled: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Memories of Other Incarnations” Begin < BackForward >
Image: Rudolf Hess, by Bundesarchiv, Bild 146II-849, created 31 December 1932, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5484303 … CC-BY-SA 3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 de … COMMENTS: I sense a Soul resonance of the Hitler Death Camp Sub Lieutenant described above and one of Adolf Hitler’s ministers, Rudolf Walter Richard Hess. –Alice B. Clagett
Image: Rudolf Hess, by Bundesarchiv, Bild 146II-849, created 31 December 1932, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5484303 … CC-BY-SA 3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0 de … COMMENTS: I sense a Soul resonance of the Hitler Death Camp Sub Lieutenant described above and one of Adolf Hitler’s ministers, Rudolf Walter Richard Hess. –Alice B. Clagett
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I know of an instance that had to do with one of the concentration camps … I wonder, could it have been Auschwitz-Birkenau? … during the Second World War in Germany, where many people of Jewish faith lost their lives. There was an instance of a person incarnated as a man … a fair-haired Caucasian man, and those were greatly favored by that regime as being a superior race.
That man was chosen to supervise this concentration camp, or to have an authoritative role in this concentration camp. And some of the things that he did … What should I say? … it is such a painful vision for me! … He did personally dispatch, with his pistol, quite a few people of Jewish culture, and many children; many families, including my own.
Alice’s Vision of Herself and Her Family in the Concentration Camp
In a vision, I seemed to recall this part of his story very vividly, because at the time I was only three years old. I was a little girl three years of age. My father called me Julie. I was, he said, the jewel of his eye, his little jewel. I had, in that incarnation, it seemed, a younger sister, about 2 years of age (who was my next eldest sister in today’s lifetime) and an infant brother (who was my brother in today’s lifetime). My father in that lifetime I have not met in this lifetime, but it seemed to me my mother in that lifetime was a woman meditation teacher I had in this lifetime … in fact, a devoted student of the very man who murdered her in that other lifetime, in the Nazi concentration camp.
When my family arrived at the camp, murder and death were all around us. The man with the gun told me that, if I would be his wife, I could save the lives of my family. He put a wedding ring on my finger, and after one night, I remember we stood, in the morning light, I on his right side, before my family. My father stood on my left, before us. Next to him was my mother, holding my infant brother. On my right, before me, was my younger sister.
Image: “Family Glaser in 1938, Fürth (Germany/Bavaria), description by Willie Glaser: top row, left to right, Willie Glaser with mother Adele second row, l-r sister Bertha, grandmother Esther Glaser, father Ferdinand last row, l-r sister Frieda, brother Leo. Picture taken in 1938, sister Lotte was already in England. Birthdays: Father: October 20, 1890 Mother: December 15, 1895 Willie: January 8, 1921 Sister Bertha: May 18, 1930 Brother Leo: May 17 1932 Sister Frieda: December 12, 1935 Grandmother Esther: September 8, 1860. Deported from Fürth to Izbica on March 22, 1942 and perished in Belzec: Mother Adele, Bertha, Leo and Frieda. Deported from Paris to Auschwitz on December 7, 1943 and perished in Auschwitz: father Ferdinand. Grandmother Esther died in “Jüdisches Krankenhaus Fürth”, date of death April 6, 1942, she died 22 days after the deportation of Adele, Bertha, Frieda and Leo. There is no “Todesurkunde” of her death. The date is according the inscription on her grave stone in the new Jewish cemetery in Fürth. Alive (2009.02.17): Willie Glaser, Montreal (Canada),” by Alexander Mayer, 1938, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Holocaust_family_Glaser.jpg … CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported … COMMENT: This family reminds me just a little of my Jewish family that perished in the Nazi death camp. In Soul signature, I was a little like the girl seen at the lower left side of the photo. Like her, I had a younger brother and sister. But I was several years younger than the girl on the left. My little sister was a year or so younger than I, and my little brother was but an infant. As to my parents, my mother was, in Soul signature, like the beautiful lady shown at top center in the photo. My father, in stature, was like the mustachioed gentleman shown at top right in the photo; but in Soul signature he was like the younger, clean-shaven man shown at top left in the photo. We were not there in the death camp with a grandmother or grandfather.
Image: “Family Glaser in 1938, Fürth (Germany/Bavaria), description by Willie Glaser: top row, left to right, Willie Glaser with mother Adele second row, l-r sister Bertha, grandmother Esther Glaser, father Ferdinand last row, l-r sister Frieda, brother Leo. Picture taken in 1938, sister Lotte was already in England. Birthdays: Father: October 20, 1890 Mother: December 15, 1895 Willie: January 8, 1921 Sister Bertha: May 18, 1930 Brother Leo: May 17 1932 Sister Frieda: December 12, 1935 Grandmother Esther: September 8, 1860. Deported from Fürth to Izbica on March 22, 1942 and perished in Belzec: Mother Adele, Bertha, Leo and Frieda. Deported from Paris to Auschwitz on December 7, 1943 and perished in Auschwitz: father Ferdinand. Grandmother Esther died in “Jüdisches Krankenhaus Fürth”, date of death April 6, 1942, she died 22 days after the deportation of Adele, Bertha, Frieda and Leo. There is no “Todesurkunde” of her death. The date is according the inscription on her grave stone in the new Jewish cemetery in Fürth. Alive (2009.02.17): Willie Glaser, Montreal (Canada),” by Alexander Mayer, 1938, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Holocaust_family_Glaser.jpg … CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported …
COMMENT: This family reminds me just a little of my Jewish family that perished in the Nazi death camp. In Soul signature, I was a little like the girl seen at the lower left side of the photo. Like her, I had a younger brother and sister. But I was several years younger than the girl on the left. My little sister was a year or so younger than I, and my little brother was but an infant. As to my parents, my mother was, in Soul signature, like the beautiful lady shown at top center in the photo. My father, in stature, was like the mustachioed gentleman shown at top right in the photo; but in Soul signature he was like the younger, clean-shaven man shown at top left in the photo. In my memory, we were not there in the death camp with a grandmother or grandfather.
Hope blossomed in my breast, that they would be saved. Just as I felt this, the blonde man next to me raised his handgun … a Luger, I think it is called … as if to shoot my father. I looked up, tears in my eyes, and begged him not to. With no thought at all, quick as a snake, he turned the pistol at a downward slant, because of my slight height, and shot. The bullet angled down through my left shoulder, into my body, and I feel down dead.
Yet through the ghostly vision of my astral form, suddenly freed from my physical body, in this time of great distress, I saw this man raise his pistol and, with utter sangfroid, murder every member of my family, except for my young sister. Then, taking the wedding ring from my lifeless hand, he placed it on the finger of my sister …
–revised and excerpted from Link: “Reincarnation, the Law of Karma, and God’s Sense of Humor,” visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mz ..
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In love, Light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
Previously entitled: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Incarnational Memories” … and … “Tiny Anthologies: My Memories of Other Incarnations”
Compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; most recently revised on 25 February 2023.
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