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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Image: “Indian Hunter and His Dog,” by Paul Manship, 1926, photographer Daderot, 23 November 2019, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Indian_Hunter_and_His_Dog,_by_Paul_Manship,_1926,_bronze,_view_1_-_Cape_Ann_Museum_-_Gloucester,_MA_-_DSC01441.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: Exhibit in the Cape Ann Museum – Gloucester, Massachusetts, USA

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H-5. Cuyamaca Omen
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
1 May 2017

 

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 —

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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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