Here are my own memories of other incarnations, to which are appended recordings in many different voices. And here are thoughts on reincarnation.

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H-13. FIVE OF MY INCARNATIONS

Introduction

 

I have three stories to tell about incarnations I remember (just a few of them), and my understanding of what I have learned or what is happening. My thought is that it may help other people to interpret their own circumstances; to trace them back; and to repair the wounding of old incarnations that were traumatic, and created time loops in our etheric net that need to be untangled and straightened out so that we can be in our full glory. So that’s my thought, and here are the stories. I hope I do them justice.

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Story of the Two Warrior Friends

Image: “Cain and Abel,” by Titian, between 1542 and 1544, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Titian_-_Cain_and_Abel.JPG … public domain … DESCRIPTION: Cain and Abel are fighting. “Some scholars believed that Cain’s motives were plain jealousy and lust. Both Cain and Abel desired to marry Adam’s beautiful daughter, Aclima (Arabic: Aqlimia’). Seeking to end the dispute between them, Adam suggested that each present an offering before God. The one whose offering God accepted would marry Aclima.” –from “Cain and Abel,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cain_and_Abel#:~:text=Some%20scholars%20believed%20that%20Cain’s,God%20accepted%20would%20marry%20Aclima. … CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported

 

There was a time, a long time ago, when I was a warrior. I had a friend who was a companion in arms. It was a very, very long time ago, before the discovery of America, and before the European continent became civilized.

I was a warrior by trade. My friend and I stuck together through thick and thin. War is a very difficult experience, and so it is good to have a friend. We survived a lot of battles. We were kind of rough-hewn; you might have called us barbarians, from the vantage point of current civilization.

My friend had a woman; in current, civilized terms you might call her his wife. I was not the civilized sort; one time he found me with her, in an extremely compromising situation … in flagrante delicto, you might say. He became enraged, and he killed me on the spot.

Now the last thing I remember about that stabbing death is that I loved him, as a comrade-in-arms, and I hoped for his forgiveness. The anguish of that death without finding forgiveness was embedded in my body at the site of the wound.

A terrible story! These are the kinds of stories that we remember, though! They are the first to come back into our Awareness … not all the good stories; just the terrible stories … because those are the ones to do with Soul wounding.

[This story is also recounted in “Stories About War.”]

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Life as a Forest Nature Spirit

Image: “Forest Deva and Nature Spirit,” adapted and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 April 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0, , from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com …

CREDITS: Image: “Sculpture of an Angel as a Gravestone,” by hugovk, 25 March 2006, German Wiktionary … https://de.wiktionary.org/wiki/Datei:Brooklands_cemetery_angel1.jpg … CC BY-SA 2.0. Image: “”Fairies Looking Through A Gothic Arch,” by John Anster Fitzgerald, ca. 1864, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fairy_passage.jpg … public domain …

DESCRIPTION: A winged being in a long robe stands in a forest, facing to right. On its shoulder is a tiny, winged nature spirit or faerie …

COMMENT: This image is intended to portray a forest deva and a faerie (which is one sort of nature spirit). As you may know, a deva is a particular kind of angel that cares for some aspect of Earth. In this case, it is a deva that cares for a particular forest. Nature spirits, I feel, are baby angels; in this case we could guess the nature spirit is a baby forest deva.

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Many lifetimes went by. And eventually I found myself in the nature spirit world. I was a nature spirit, and I had a particular deva that I was very fond of. A deva is a very wise overseer nature spirit dweller on the astral plane. They live for a very long time; longer than humans. In fact, my deva may still be alive!

I was tiny; the deva was a huge and magnificent energy. I used to just hang around with my deva, in total awe and adoration.

One day, I found myself, as a nature spirit, near a beautiful pool of water in a forest.

This was in the rustic times, when people lived in small villages. There were some human children, playing and diving in the water. And I thought to myself: I would really like to be a human! I saw a child that I recognized there, and that was the cause of my longing.

Image: “Hylas and the Water Nymphs,” by Henrietta Rae, ca. 1909, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hylas_and_the_Water_Nymphs.jpg … public domain …

DESCRIPTION: On the left is a pond in the forest. In the pond are blooming water lilies. In the pond play six beautiful young water nymphs, with flowers in their hair. To the right, on the bank of the pond, kneels a young man with a cloth around his waist, and an ornate piece of cloth flung over his right shoulder. He is looking up at a beautiful water nymph standing behind him, and leaning towards him …

COMMENT: This image reminds me of an incarnational memory of meeting my true love at a pond in a deep forest many centuries ago. Only, we were all young children, growing up together in the forest, and we two … Tom and I … became pledged our troth at a much younger age. It was at about the age of the young people in the image that we two consummated our union. It is interesting that, in my incarnational memory, I was first a nature spirit in that forest, and then became a human child because of a young boy I saw playing in the pond; in a similar way, the image shows nature spirits as being fond of the young man by the pond.

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Life as a Human Woman in the Forest, and Death in Childbirth

Image: “Berry Pickers,” by Eero Jarnefelt, 1888, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eero_J%C3%A4rnefelt_-_Berry_Pickers.jpg … public domain

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In the twinkling of an eye, my deva arranged it! Before I knew it, I was a baby in that village! And as time went on, I, who as a nature spirit had fallen in love with that young boy, found myself married to him.

And what do you know?! It was the same Soul as that comrade-in-arms from whom I had sought forgiveness so long ago. In this new incarnation as girl and boy, we were deeply and passionately in love.

At a young age we were married. Before I knew it, I was with child. Before summer days rolled round again, I found myself giving birth. And in the process of giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, I lost my life.

The last thing that I remembered was my life blood draining out of me, over my legs, as I lay on my back, on the forest floor. And a terrible concern for my husband, whom I loved dearly, and for my child, who had just been born. As I left my body, through my astral spirit I asked my husband if he would please take care of our child. And he agreed.

I wrote this poem about that lifetime …

Image: “Hermia and Lysander: A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” by John Simmons, 1870, in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Simmons-Hermia_and_Lysander._A_Midsummer_Night%27s_Dream.jpg … public domain … COMMENTS: Shakespeare’s play was set in Athens, but it looks to me as if the characters may have been transported to the very forest setting in which the poem “Tom o’ the Forest” took place. –by Alice B. Clagett

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Tom o’ the Forest – Version 1
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
4 January 2018

 

Ah, Tom! Tom o’ the Forest!
Would that I had been there
with you, my own dear love,
as our child grew in strength
. . . and beauty

Would, if I could,
. . . have stopped the flow
. . . . . . of my life blood
. . . . . . . . . such loss
. . . . . . . . . such pallor
. . . . . . . . . . . . out onto the brown leaves
. . . . . . . . . . . . by the woodland pool
. . . . . . . . . . . . where we once bathed

Dearest my love
Such a long and weary while
. . . Stood I by your own side,
. . . . . . sighing

The blade that longing
. . . lent your throat
. . . . . . sliced mine
. . . . . . . . . as well

Tom of my life
Tom of my seried lives’ yearning
Blest be the day
when our twained paths
once more marry

Version 2

Another soundtrack of this poem, using Alice’s voice …

 

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Return to the Nature Realm

 

Because of that terrible experience I had, of deepest love won, and suddenly lost through death, I went back to the nature realm for a while. What was happening back on Earth, with my husband and my child? My husband went into a terrible depression. He couldn’t get over my death. And after a few years, in his despondency, he committed suicide.

And my child was left to survive on her own, with the help of friends in the village. So that is the story of how I left my deva for love of a human boy.

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On Meeting These Two Souls in My Current Incarnation

 

Many many years went by. Modern times came. And some fifteen years ago, I was walking along, and I felt a great thrilling of my Soul. A great resonance with some energy nearby. And before long I found that this resonance had to do with a man and a woman who were friends.

I felt a strong kinship with both of them, on the spiritual plane. I did not know why; I couldn’t explain it. I could tell that the woman did not like me! And I could tell that the man was afraid of me. Shortly after that, the man and the woman got married.

It took a long time, listening telepathically, to figure out what had happened. The closest I can tell you is this:

The man I met in this lifetime was the man I was married to in the forest: Tom of the Forest. The woman he married in this lifetime was my daughter born in the forest. He had decided, in this lifetime, to provide for her the love, the emotional support, that he was unable to provide in that lifetime.

He did not want to have anything to do with me, because of the pain of that separation when I died in childbirth long ago. She did not want to have anything to do with me because she was still feeling deserted by her mother from those ancient times.

–revised and excerpted from Link: “Reincarnation – Ascension – Freedom of Mind,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mp ..

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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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