Once I ran
a leaf-strewn path
beside a sometime mountain stream
my family
ground its meal by
Young then, but lithe,
I was
the Silent Runner
It was the black bear
took my life
Still wondering —
What will this brave boy
become?
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Later I walked
Those mountain paths
Saw him fly by,
heading downstream
I stopped to nap
under our family’s oak tree,
Woke with a start!
What’s that behind me?
But it was
only a coyote child.
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Yesterday
the air was full
of omens
What should I do?
I asked
my Cuyamaca dad
You are, he said,
My cherished one —
Go quick!
May these thy feet
touch not one leaf!
And so I fled
back to the quiet places —
. . . . .
Dad, dad!
Once more I am
the silent runner!
–excerpted from Link: “Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ab0 ..
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Below is more of the same story …
The Vision of the Cuyamaca Native American Boy 27 June 2014
Once I was hiking in the Cuyamaca wilderness, in Southern California. And as I turned to retrace my steps, back towards the road, I was walking higher up than a creek. And on the other side of the creek was a little trail … a deer trail. All around were live oaks … California live oaks; very beautiful!
And there, running along the deer path, I saw, in a vision, a Native American child about eight years old … a boy … running, very lithely and quickly, along the trail. And I could not tell! … He was kind of transparent, so I guess maybe he was a shade. I waiver on that … Maybe he was a ghost … And sometimes I think, maybe it was me a long time ago.
And the thing I got from that is: He was so at one with the forest floor, the leaves of the oak trees on the forest floor, it was as if he were part of the oak trees and the water … But in human form.
I was very happy to see a child so at one with everything around him.
And then he faded out and disappeared. And that was my first vision.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..
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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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I was thinking about the lifetime when I sat on that western mesa, wrapped warm in a good blanket, watched the sun set … oh, so beautiful … watched the night sky blossom with stars, and felt, with a steady heart, as my life left me.
I thought, Why not? And journeyed back, to sit beside him, hand on that old, courageous shoulder, my heart his own.
I, who will be, am here with you now.
–from Link: “Journal Entry: 11 March 2012,” by Alice B. Clagett, written on 11 March 2012 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-86M ..
Below is more of the same story …
The Vision of the Native American Elder Who Faced Death with Calm Courage 27 June 2014
I had a vision of an older Native American brave, sitting with a blanket wrapped around him, near the Eastern edge of a mesa, in the Southwestern part of what is now the United States.
This person, I could tell was me, for sure, in a past life. He was sitting, watching a red sun, rising or setting, off in the distance. And he was feeling and knowing, that it was his time to pass.
The thing that was so amazing to me about that vision and that memory, is the complete acceptance of such a great change … this change we call death, or passing. Such an amazing settledness about it. Such courage, and such strength of character. Unwavering understanding that death is just a part of life. Without any regrets at all, he was watching and knowing, and understanding the cycle of life.
That memory has stood me in good stead over the years; and especially now, when so many things are changing because of the Ascension process. I remember how brave I was once, and it helps me to be more courageous now.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..
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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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I have an incarnational memory of being a woman looking like the woman in this photo, only 10 or 15 years older than she …
Image: “A Young Buriat [Buryat] Woman from Aginskaia Duma,” from Novosibirsk State Museum of Regional History and Folk Life, 1900s, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_young_Buriat_woman.jpg … public domain … {{PD-US}} – U.S. work that is in the public domain in the U.S. for an unspecified reason, but presumably because it was published in the U.S. before 1926 … LEGEND: ‘I79. Buryatskaya debushka iz Aginskoi dumi / Zabaikalckoi obl’ (‘Buryat girl from the Aginsk Duma / Transbaikal Region’).
Image: “A Young Buriat [Buryat] Woman from Aginskaia Duma,” from Novosibirsk State Museum of Regional History and Folk Life, 1900s, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_young_Buriat_woman.jpg … public domain … {{PD-US}} – U.S. work that is in the public domain in the U.S. for an unspecified reason, but presumably because it was published in the U.S. before 1926 … LEGEND: ‘I79. Buryatskaya debushka iz Aginskoi dumi / Zabaikalckoi obl’ (‘Buryat girl from the Aginsk Duma / Transbaikal Region’).
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As well, I remember standing on the Chinese mainland near the northern Sea of Japan, wearing clothes like those in the photo. I recall my husband was off on one of many long treks to get … whether by theft or by barter … more gold for my family. I kept the family fortune safely round my neck, while he risked his life during his wanderings. I felt sure my husband would return (though many a husband did not, in those days). I sense my memory was from a time much earlier than the date of the photo, which I take to be late 1800s, soon after photography was invented.
The distance from the Sea of Japan to Lake Baikal in Eastern Siberia (Russian republic of Buryatia and Russian Irkutsk oblast or province) is about 1,600 miles. In those days, it seems likely to me that very long treks were not uncommon amongst the people who lived from 1400 BC to 1600 AD, and maybe later on as well.
There was, for instance, the Egtved Girl, a Nordic Bonze Age girl (who lived from about 1390 to 1370 BC) who made several annual 1,000-mile treks before passing on in Egtved, Denmark, at age 16-18. – from Link: “Egtved Girl,” in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egtved_Girl …
In the same way, the ruthless Chude (‘Chud’ or Tchude’) raiders from Estonia, Karelia, and Northwestern Russia must have trekked 600 to 1000 miles (depending on whether they were able to cross water, or had to skirt round it) to prey upon the Sami, the nomadic hunter-gatherer reindeer herders of Norway, Such is the setting for the 1987 Pathfinder film, which memorializes the heroic exploits of a young Sami man in about 1000 AD. For more on that, see Link: “Pathfinder (1987 film), in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathfinder_(1987_film) ..
In more recent times there was Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, a Spanish explorer of the New World, who was shipwrecked on the Western shore of Texas in 1528 AD. From then till 1537 AD he and a few others traveled barefoot through the uncharted Southwestern part of what was then a land full of hostile Native Americans, and on to Mexico City. That was a distance of 2,400 miles. –from Link: “Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca,” in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81lvar_N%C3%BA%C3%B1ez_Cabeza_de_Vaca ..
It seems to me within reason that the Mongolian husband of my incarnational memory might have trekked the 1,600 miles from the Sea of Japan to Lake Baikal, and have brought back glowing reports to my people, who then might have undertaken the arduous journey to that beautiful lake district, where they are still found today.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “Incarnational Memories by Alice: Mongol Adventurer’s Wife and Keeper of the Treasure,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 21 April 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mwb ..
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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.
Link: “The Stora Hammars 1 image stone, showing the saga of Hildr, under what may be the rite of blood eagle, and on the bottom a Viking ship,” by Berig (own work), in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vikings#/media/File:Hammars_(I).JPG … CC BY-SA 3.0 … Cropped … DESCRIPTION: On left, a Viking boat with four bearded Viking warriors seated, shields at their sides, and swords raised above their heads. They face right. Middle, A woman with long, flowing hair and wearing a long robe stands on the shore and faces the men in the boat; she holds a torch or tree branch overhead. Right: Behind her on the land are three Norsemen standing with shields at their sides and swords raised over their heads … COMMENT: I take the woman in the center of the tableau to be the Viking mother who keeps the hearth fire and tends the children of the Viking warrior while he is at sea. She welcomes the sea farers home.
Link: “The Stora Hammars 1 image stone, showing the saga of Hildr, undre what may be the rite of blood eagle, and on the bottom a Viking ship,” by Berig (own work), in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vikings#/media/File:Hammars_(I).JPG … CC BY-SA 3.0 … Cropped …
DESCRIPTION: On left, a Viking boat with four bearded Viking warriors seated, shields at their sides, and swords raised above their heads. They face right. Middle, A woman with long, flowing hair and wearing a long robe stands on the shore and faces the men in the boat; she holds a torch or tree branch overhead. Right: Behind her on the land are three Norsemen standing with shields at their sides and swords raised over their heads …
COMMENT: I take the woman in the center of the tableau to be the Viking mother who keeps the hearth fire and tends the children of the Viking warrior while he is at sea. She welcomes the sea farers home.
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I can remember being a woman amongst the Norsemen, long centuries ago. I was the wife of a Viking. It was in Scandinavia that our longhouse was built. It was in an area rather flat, shielded from the western winds by a rounded ridge of land running south to north and four times the height of a grown man.
The door to our longhouse was to the south, and it ran, a little like the ridge of land, from south to north, having been built 20 paces from it. Near the house were evergreen trees. The trees were twice as tall as our roundhouse, There were not too many of the trees, but for that land, deep in snow in wintertime, it was a nice setting in which to build a house.
I remember I was a sturdily built woman, not given too much to speech. I remember waiting, in my 30s, more than a year for my husband’s return from a raiding expedition. I remember how long winter was there, and how physically strong my young children and my family were; how able they were to resist the cold.
Thoughts on My Memory of Being a Norse Viking Wife
I can remember reading, in this current incarnation, the Norse myths. I recall reading about the Norse settlement of Greenland, and of the further Norse explorations of Newfoundland, and on down the Mississippi River, and also of their diminution in Greenland, and finally the deaths of the last Norse settlers there. As I read these stories, it was as if I remembered them happening to me.
It could be that these sagas were handed down from generation to generation amongst the Norsemen, and that I was a storyteller in that long-ago incarnation as a Viking woman.
I recall having the DNA of my family line checked through National Geographic, and finding out that my ancestral line came from Africa, passed through the Neanderthal settlements in Europe (and so, may have picked up some Neanderthal genes though intermarriage). Then it passed down through Norway to England, arriving there at about the time when William the Conqueror successfully overtook the British Isle. Thus it is possible that the memories I have may have had to do with an ancestor of mine, whose memories are stored in my own etheric or DNA template.
–revised and excerpted from “Link: “Transformation Through the Incoming Light,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-h0g ..
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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.
I have three more stories to tell you about war, and they have to do with putative past incarnations of my own. I have more war stories, but I’ll only tell three more today.
Alice’s Vision: The Christian and the Saracen
The first story was explained to me by a spiritual counselor. It had to do with the time during the Christian crusades, when the Christians were seeking the Holy Grail and warring against the Saracen. My counselor described that I was a crusader at that time; a man.
I went off to war, and there was just a moment, that I seemed to remember from that war, when I faced a Saracen of about the same stature as myself, in mortal combat. And he and I killed each other during that war.
Image: “Illustration from page 306 of The Boy’s King Arthur: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying: Traitor, now is thy death day come,’” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … public domain … COMMENT: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent.
Image: “Illustration from page 306 of The Boy’s King Arthur: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying: Traitor, now is thy death day come,’” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … public domain …
COMMENT: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent.
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I remember a recent insight I had about that. I asked: Which was me?
I remembered that holographic audiovisual clip. I remembered the moment we had killed each other, but I couldn’t tell which was which … which was I and which the Saracen. And my spirit guides (through the spiritual counselor from whom I was learning) said that I was both of them.
This is an interesting fact: That when we war, we think that we’re warring against someone else, but in fact, we’re warring against ourselves, and injuring or killing our own Spirit through war. And I had never thought of it, until Spirit advised me of this.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..
Alice’s Vision: Killed by a Comrade in Arms Over Love for a Woman
Image: “Four models from Björnhovda in Torslunda parish on Öland (Sweden). 2nd half of the 6th century Replica in the Romano-Germanic Museum in Mainz. (Original in the State Historical Museum in Stockholm),” by Tierkrieger_01.jpg : Christian Bickel, 28 March 2010, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tierkrieger_4.png … CC BY-SA 2.0 Germany … DESCRIPTION: This was on another version of the same image that was in Wikimedia Commons: “An engraving of an image shown on a Vendel era bronze plate discovered in Öland, Sweden. Depicted are a berserker about to decapitate his enemy on the right and Oden on the left. Oden’s famous characters markers are not present.”
Image: “Four models from Björnhovda in Torslunda parish on Öland (Sweden). 2nd half of the 6th century Replica in the Romano-Germanic Museum in Mainz. (Original in the State Historical Museum in Stockholm),” by Tierkrieger_01.jpg : Christian Bickel, 28 March 2010, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tierkrieger_4.png … CC BY-SA 2.0 Germany … DESCRIPTION: This was on another version of the same image that was in Wikimedia Commons: “An engraving of an image shown on a Vendel era bronze plate discovered in Öland, Sweden. Depicted are a berserker about to decapitate his enemy on the right and Oden on the left. Oden’s famous characters markers are not present.”
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Long, long ago, in the times which we would term barbaric, I seem to remember having been a warrior by trade. I had a comrade in arms; we would go to war together, and fight battles. And up until the time I, as in a mist, seemed to remember, we had survived together.
My friend had a wife. And for reasons I no longer remember, it seems he found me one day in flagrante delicto with his wife. Naturally, I begged his forgiveness. He was my best friend, my only friend.
He was so upset … he was so caught up in the passion of the moment … that he killed me. He killed me with a short knife.
From my point of view, in that story there was a tremendous sense of incompletion, which I might have carried down to other contexts, along those lines, through other incarnations, if such reincarnational stories be true.
I think it’s the warrior spirit. It’s the feeling of killing our fellow man, that causes us to act so quickly, and so in error, with regard to our own brotherhood with all humanity. That’s the second story.
It may be that I have had many great incarnations, but the only ones that come to me, in this lifetime, as possible memories, are the ones that need completing because there was so much suffering involved, from that perspective.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..
[This story is reprised in “Story of Two Warrior Friends.”]
Alice’s Vision: The Delirious, Mortally Wounded Soldier Who Killed His Wife by Mistake
I’d like to tell the last story about war. I saw kind of a mental movie. I remembered something from the distant past, during the Revolutionary War, about a man who had a family and went to war.
There was a fierce battle, and his wife sent her children to a female friend to take care of, and went to the battlefield to search, among the dead and dying, for her husband, to see if she could save him.
She found him there, walking on the field of battle. She didn’t know he had a head wound, and that he was delirious because of it. The doctors on the field of battle had tried to help him, but they had been unable to. He had broken free of them, and was roaming about, delirious.
He saw his wife, and didn’t know … didn’t recognize her. And he killed her with that little gun they had in those days. Then as he lay dying, he shot himself.
And the last thought that he had, as he passed on, in that battlefield, was of how much he loved his wife, and how much he wanted to be with her, and make love to her one more time. In that final scene of that incarnation, he saw his penis like a sword; like an implement of war, and like a sign of the courage that one must have in facing battle.
And his wife’s last thought as she lay dying was: What would become of her children?
Terrible story! After seeing this audiovisual clip or vision, enacted in vivid detail … including what the people looked like, and what the battlefield was, and the concern about the children …
I said to Spirit: Which person was I, in that situation?
And Spirit said: You were both.
When We War, We Only War Against Ourselves
There you have two stories that corroborate the notion that, when we war, we war only against ourselves. And the trauma that we feel, when we war … the terrible trauma of seeing ourselves injure fellow eternal Souls, in physical form … goes with us to the grave, and must be cleared, even if we reach a new incarnation.
All that must be cleared from our beautiful being of Light, for us to remember, once more, the glorious, loving beings that we are.
–revised and excerpted from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox … Note: The first story in the original blog did not have to do with my incarnational memories.
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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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