9 comments/ 10316 views/ 1 favorites Reincarnation, Life After Death Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER Have you ever had a hunch something was true and it was? Think about that. Think about the time or times when you did. Hold that thought while you ponder over it. Now, remember back to that time and to the circumstances that gave you that hunch. Isn't it a weirdly unsettling feeling? Now, go ahead and answer the question. Have you ever had a feeling that something was about to happen and it did? Weird, huh? What was it that happened? Why do you think you felt that it would happen? Think back to the circumstances before you felt that feeling that something was about to happen. What happened then that made you feel that you knew what it was that was about to happen later? Please don't fluff over this because these are your clues to the answers of your life's journey, so it is important that you take the time to think about it. What you figure out now may help you in life later. Life's journey? Don't get too wrapped up in this life because chances are you lived before and will again. This may not be your first time here and definitely may not be your last. Besides, compared to infinite space and eons of time, we are here but for a second. What you can sort out now about what happened in your past will certainly help you with what will happen in your future. Only you know the answers. Only you can solve the mystery. Have you ever had a nightmare so real you thought it was? Did you awaken in cold sweats? Were you able to return to sleep? Were you afraid that there was someone or something there in the room with you? You sensed it correct and your senses, much like animal instincts, are right. Have you ever considered that this wasn't a nightmare, but something real that happened to you long ago and in another life? What if it was? Consider that thought. Maybe, your brain saved some clues for you to identify who you were before allowing you to make the connection to who you are now. If you're a man, maybe you were a woman in a past life. If you are a woman, maybe you were a man in a past life. Relax, take a breath, and try and replay everything that happened in your nightmare because if you can recreate it in your mind, it may take you on a journey you never imagined possible. It may reveal a past life to you that you never knew you lived. Scary, huh? Have you ever had a weird dream you didn't understand? Was it a reoccurring dream? Have you ever had a nightmare you didn't understand? Was it a reoccurring nightmare? Maybe, these are more clues that go hand and hand with your dreams and nightmares. Take some time, even if you have to write nonsensical things on a pad. Close your eyes relax and with pen in hand allow your hand to wander across the page. Let your subconscious show you what it is thinking. Do some free writing and free drawing because you never know what that will stir up, but take some time to analyze what you dreamed or experienced in your nightmare. What you discover now just may save your life later. Listen to your inner self because your subconscious thoughts are trying to tell you something. They know something that you don't. Don't forget that your brain records and stores everything you have ever experienced, every sound, sight, smell, touch, and taste. Everything you need to know about you is there locked away ready for you to rediscover it. Now, it's up to you to find the key and unlock the secrets of your past lives. If you're having these reoccurring dreams and these disturbing nightmares, then you may be one of the lost souls that have something more to accomplish before they are allowed the finality of restful days and eternal peace. You need to find out what it is that you need to do. It's important that you know. Have you ever had a psychic experience foretelling of coming events? Think back. What was the circumstances surrounding that psychic experience? When you talk about it now, do you still get the chills that you got then? Why do you think that is? Yeah, you were scared, but what else? You can't explain it, can you? A coincidence just doesn't cut it, does it? These are even more clues leading you to the answers that only you possess. Don't make the mistake of glossing over it. You must sit and analyze every psychic experience because what you learn now may help you later. Did you ever hear the expression that there is a reason for everything? Well, there is a reason for everything and for you to not explore the reason behind your psychic experience may haunt you later. Have you ever had a psychic feeling of foreboding danger? Did you listen to the psychic feeling? Were you able to avoid the danger or did you walk right into it, even after suspecting that it was there waiting for you? How do you feel about that now? If that psychic feeling happened again, would you be more apt to heed it? If you have had these feelings, chances are that you were violated, assaulted, harmed or even murdered in another life. Chances are you knew your killer and chances are you are doomed to repeat what happened to you then again in this life, until, that is, you can figure out what you need to know. Be careful. Take care. Know who your friends are. What is a revelation? No, I'm not writing of religion and the Book of Revelations or the Revelations to John. I'm not writing about communication of knowledge to many by a divine or supernatural agency or am I? I'm not writing about the last book of the New Testament that contains visionary descriptions of Heaven and of conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world or maybe I am. We all fight the good battle of good versus evil. We are all immersed in the struggle of God against the Devil. Whose side are you on and why? Think about it, just because, as a good Christian, you go to church every Sunday that does not make you a good person and a loyal soldier in the army of God. It's those things that you do before and after church that makes you either the envoy of the Devil of the soldier of God. Supernatural is something that does not exist in nature. A supernatural phenomenon is that which is subject to the explanation according to what we know as our natural laws of science, but that is neither physical nor material relating to supernatural forces, occurrences, and beings, and that can't be explained by our laws of science. Besides, our laws of science change with discovery from when Columbus proved Greek geographers wrong to Galileo honing his theories that the earth revolved around the sun to Einstein and his theory or relativity. Sometimes, just because we can't explain it doesn't mean that it's supernatural. It may mean that we don't have the knowledge to explain it, much like the lost tribes thought it magic the first time they saw a mirror or a Polaroid Instant camera or an airplane. What does supernatural mean to you? Do you believe in aliens? Do you think that there are other life forms that exist in space and in another galaxy millions of light years away? Do you think that aliens visited here many thousands of years ago and that is how we have the Bible? Who wrote the Bible? Do you believe in miracles or were they just unexplained acts of a race of superior and super intelligent aliens passing through space and time and stopping to visit our planet. What do you think? Think about it. It's relevant to this story. To be continued... Reincarnation, Life After Death Ch. 02 What happens when we die? What's your opinion? Do you believe that if you're good that you will go to Heaven and live in harmony and peace and if you were bad you go to Hell and roast in Hell's fires? Do you really think that it's that simplistic? Or do you believe that there is no Heaven and Hell and you just become part of the energy that is the universe? Do you believe that you just stop existing and there is nothingness, much like the feeling or lack of feeling you had before you were born. What about reincarnation? Do you think as do the Indians that we come back as another life form? Think about that for a minute, about no longer existing and/or about coming back as another life form. That bug you just squished may have been one of your relatives. Isn't that a scary feeling? A person who possess extra-sensory abilities, including clairvoyance, psychometry, and precognition, and one who can sometimes communicate with spirits, who is responsive to psychic forces and who possesses above average ESP abilities and who can predict the future is considered psychic. Are you psychic? Do you know anyone who is psychic? Do you believe in psychic ability? Maybe, you're not psychic at all, but have lived a life before, which is why you have a keener sense of what will happen before it happens. Maybe, what you are picking up is your prior life, a life that seems so weirdly familiar, déjà vu. Maybe, you are doomed to repeat your prior life again and again until you accomplish the reason why you are here. Why are you here? Consider that for a moment. Why are you here? Why you? Why now? Why here? Your fortune in life, the overall circumstances or condition in life including everything that happens to you is considered luck. Did you know that? Do you believe in luck? Luck is an unknown and unpredictable phenomenon that causes an event to result one way rather than the other, good luck versus bad luck. Good luck leads to a favorable outcome, whereas bad luck leads conversely to an unfavorable outcome. Do you feel lucky? Are you lucky? No? You don't feel lucky? Why? Nothing ever happens to you. You live a boring life. Your life is the same dull life every day with everything status quo. Well, I have news for you, you are one lucky person. Just as nothing good may happen to you, nothing bad has happened to you either and in my book that'd living a pretty lucky life. It's time to count your blessings. Have you won anything lately? Winning doesn't always mean winning the lottery and winning gobs of money. Maybe, had you taken that extra step, you would have been hit by a car. Boy, now that was lucky. Maybe had you touched the hand of someone on the train, you would have contracted a disease that would have led to your premature demise from a cold, to bronchitis, to pneumonia. Certainly, it was lucky that you didn't shake his or her hand. Maybe that brick perched precariously high overhead would have fallen on your head had you not been delayed by a meeting that ran late. Maybe that plane that you missed, yeah, the one that crashed, well, now you'd have to consider was that luck or was that something else, kismet, fate or circumstance? Does it sound that far fetched? Yeah, well that's what the people who worked above the 88th floor in the Twin Towers thought on the fateful day on Septemeber 11, 2001 before the planes hit and the buildings crumbled and collapsed. I can't imagine their horror. I can't imagine how they felt knowing that they were going to die. Imagine being on the roof and a helicopter was helpless to rescue them because of the wind, the smoke, the fire, and the explosions. Imagine having your only alternative being to jump from the building to your certain death. I can't imagine. Speaking of ghosts, do you believe that sacred ground is haunted? Ah, so you believe in ghosts. What are ghosts? How do you become a ghost? Yes, of course, by dying, but not everyone becomes a ghost. So, what happened to those who were left behind that became ghosts? Was their portal to their spiritual escape closed? Fate is your destiny of what event or events will inevitably happen in the future that decides your overall circumstances or conditions in life. Do you believe in fate and no matter what happens in your life to make us believe otherwise that your life is unalterably predetermined? Why? Or do you believe that you make your own destiny? Why? Everything happens for a reason, you know. You can't do anything without changing the natural order of things and should you change the past that will affect the future. And if you are able to see the future, you may be able to change the present. The reverberation through space and time of change affecting fate is a complex puzzle of what ifs indeed. Think about it. Do you remember when you dated your girlfriend or boyfriend who is now your wife or husband and the love of your life? You thought it was love at first sight or was it not fate? Was it fate that you should meet like that at the park or the bar or the dance? Or had you experienced all of this and all of her or him in another place and time before and so long ago. Maybe you are souls that drift through time and space and here you are now again to live again and experience one another for the third or fourth time until you get it right. You're one of the lucky ones, at least you know why you are here...again. Have you ever had your fortune told? Do you believe in astrological horoscopes? Have you ever partaken in a séance? Have you ever used an Ouija board? Do you believe in ghosts? Do you feel a departed loved one is with you, now? Don't you just hate that creepy feeling that you get playing on the Ouija board, especially after having a few drinks? Scary, isn't it? It's dark, it's late, there's a full moon outside, are you afraid? Well, you ought to be because through the porthole in that innocuous game called Ouija you just inadvertently unleashed an evil spirit back into the world who is going to give your guardian angels one Hell of a time from allowing him or her not to invade your soul. Look out! He's standing right behind you. Have you ever looked at a stranger from behind and they turned to meet your stare knowing you were staring at them? Have you ever seen a stranger you knew could be your closest friend if given the introduction and the chance? Have you ever seen a stranger you knew could be your worst enemy if given the opportunity? Have you had a feeling of déjà vu? Have you ever had an out of body experience? Do you believe in life after death? Do you believe in reincarnation? Do we come back to earth after death in another form? If you do believe that we return to earth after death in another form, what other form do you think we return as? Do you believe in Heaven and/or Hell? What is a guardian angel? Do you have one? Do you have more than one? Do you know who they are? What is a soul? Do you have one? Do you have more than one? What is that quiet voice deep inside who is forever talking to us that we call a conscience? Why does it make us feel guilty? Do you believe in the struggle of good against evil, the struggle of God and his bright light against the Devil and all of his empty promises? Who do you believe will win? God or the Devil? You or the Devil? Why? This story is about psychic phenomenon; the reemergence of spirits and the reincarnation of souls. It is a story so disturbingly unbelievable; you'll wonder if it isn't true. To be continued... Reincarnation, Life After Death Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Hazel's Horoscope It was against the teachings of the church, heresy, and the proclamation issued by the state, but this being the modern times of 1841, Allison was curious. "Long live Her Royal Majesty, God bless Queen Victoria," said Allison bowing her head and paying her respects as recompense before entering Hazel's house. Old, haggardly Hazel, the harmless town witch, welcomed to tease the future with the experiences from the past and that now affect the present. Against her better judgment, Allison paid her few pence to listen and had her fortune told. Looking deep in the crystal ball and double checking her information with tarot cars before speaking, Hazel stared at Allison with wise, old eyes. Compressing her wrinkled skin in a gleeful smile, Hazel's eyes twinkled with excitement and widened with amazement, as the many mysteries of life that appeared before her made them look young again. She took Allison's hand and caressed it as if buffing out a scratch with her thumb. She turned it palm side up to trace her lifeline with her calloused fingers. When Allison let out a little giggle from the tickle of her hand, Hazel let out a short, uncontrolled giggle, too. If she wasn't such a comical character, she'd be a scary one. "You are an old soul, my dear," she said gasping for breath, as if each breath would be her last, looking up at her and making eye contact. She spoke in a trembling and feeble, high-pitched voice. "You have had many lives and shall have two more." With a face full of trepidation, Allison consoled her fears with skepticism. Yet, wanting to believe, she listened with concerted ears and an opened mind. "Can you tell me about my impending voyage? I've never been out to sea and I'm nervous that..." Not listening after Allison asked her question, Hazel fell into a trance. "You won't survive the voyage," she said with a shake and a shudder before lifting her head and losing her smile. She returned to her trance to justify a medium that was full of doom and peril, desperation and death. Now, ready to explain the unexplained, she continued with new found reassurance. "Not to worry, not to worry, you will be okay. You will be alright. You will emerge whole again." "Okay? What do you mean okay? What do you mean I won't survive the voyage? Am I to die? How? When? By whose hand?" Now, afraid and ready to believe every word of the witch, encouraging her to speak more, Allison paid all the coins that her purse contained. Returning Allison her hand, Hazel placed her hands on the crystal ball and looked deeply into the murky smokiness of the crystal before answering her questions. "I see water all around you," she said looking up and giving Allison a smile. "You are floating free from life and drifting into another world. See? There! That's you." Allison saw nothing but smoky fog in the crystal. "Not to worry my dear," said Hazel patting her hand, "not to worry, you're work is not done here, yet. You will return one score and five before the planets; Venus, Jupiter, and Uranus are aligned with the sun. Then, when they come into alignment, you shall die again." She stared across at the frightened young woman. "I'm going to die, again? What do you mean again? What kind of crazy mumble jumble is this?" said Allison with tears streaming down her face. "Not to worry, child, not to worry. Two score and ten after the planets align you shall return to your family and be reunited with them for one more time. Finally, at peace, this life shall be your last upon this damned and living hell of a planet your spirit to exist shall cease." "What about my father, Nathaniel" she said angry and questioning her right to say what she said about her dying and no longer existing after her final reincarnation. "Without me, he's all alone and will have no one to care for him." Again, as she did before, not allowing her to finish, Hazel fell in a deep trance as soon as Allison asked her question. After what seemed an eternity, she spoke finally. "You are a family and are as one. Until your work is done, you shall remain together and together you shall be forever." Saddened by her prophecy, Allison stared at the old witch afraid to ask her next question. "What about my mother Elizabeth and my twin sister, Melissa?" Not saying anything after her question, Allison watched and waited as Hazel fell into her trance again. Lifting her head and looking as if she could see them, Hazel smiled. "They are with you. They have always been with you." "That's a relief," said Allison. "You are a family," she said again with her jaw set and with a serious tone to her voice. "You shall remain together and together you shall be forever." In denial of the horror and fear of being told she will die by drowning, not wanting to believe it to be true; Allison thought before asking her question. "Are my sister and mother here with me now?" "The spirit of your sister lives inside you," she said without falling in a trance. "When it is time, she will emerge. The spirit of your mother lives in your father. When it is time, she will emerge." The excited hope of the prospect of seeing her deceased sister and mother again, prolonged this line of questioning. She needed to know more. "How will I know when it is time? How will I know?" "You will know, dear," said Hazel before disappearing in her trance. "You will know." "Please, tell me. I beg your indulgence. When will they return to me?" Again, Hazel fell deep into her trance and looking as if death had suddenly come for her, she remained silent. Finally her body heaved and shuddered and while taking in short gasps of air, she spoke without lifting her head, as if some demonic spirit possessed her. "They will return to you after a time when the air is foul form the spit and bile caused by two thousand times one thousand horseless carriages. They will return to you after a time when the air is thick with the stench of death and the sky darkens from the black ash of burning skin." She raised her voice to correspond to the intensity of her visionary insight. "They will return when man can fly high into the Heavens and safely return without falling and when man can touch the bottom of the ocean and return to land without drowning." The year was 1841 and Allison had no concept of the Bubonic plague that was about to kill more than two million people or of air travel or under the sea exploration. She looked at her with suffering sadness after being pained by the loss of her sister and mother. "When," again, she asked. Unable to change what she saw, Hazel gazed at Allison with an expression of sympathetic helplessness. She spoke with motherly concern. "They will return when the world has come to World War for the third time. They will return when, on the verge of planetary destruction, it is a time when the human race is confronted with its own demise. Fortunately, it is a time when wiser heads prevail. It is then when a new world order has finally found lasting peace for everyone." "How long is that? It sounds like a lifetime." "It is a long time away, but they will return to you because you are family. You are as one," she said in a quivering whisper. "Until your work is done, you shall remain together and together you shall be forever." Frightened by her words, not understanding anything she said, and eager to take leave of this crazy woman and her disturbing look into her future, Allison collected her things. "Thank you," she said standing to don her coat. Hazel awakened from her trace and lifted her head looking as if she had just been awakened from a sound sleep. She pushed the coins that Allison had set out before her back to her. "I cannot take anything from you. You will need to keep in your possession all that you have in your way back. All things that are good will show you the way for you to prevail over all things that are evil. Peace be with you and may God bless you." Reincarnation, Life After Death Ch. 04 Chapter 4: The Voyage 'Twas a beautiful day for sailing with a sky so cloudlessly clear and a wind that blew just enough of a breeze to keep the sails puffed and the ship moving forward at a brisk pace. The blueness of the clear skies made Allison feel that nothing could be wrong and that life was truly wonderful. Only, Hazel's words haunted her echoing their foreboding thoughts through her mind. "You won't survive the voyage." She tried her best not to think about he crazy witch's insights. Nonetheless, Hazel's voice haunted her. The sun's warmth radiated down uninterrupted on the main deck and as long as she wasn't weary from working it its heat, the rays felt good. The men on board the ship were working up a sweat transferring the cargo stored below and staging it topside in readiness to be offloaded when the ship docked in port. Weakened from the drain of a high fever, seasick most of the voyage, Allison was eager to salvage a pleasant memory by sunning herself. Soaking up the sunshine and feeling the moisture of the fresh salt, sea air cool her warm skin; she basked in the glory of the beautiful day. Finally, with the fever gone and her stomach settled enough to eat a light repast, she regained her strength along with her appetite. Munching on a slab of stale bread and a chunk of hardened cheese, oblivious to the happenings below deck, she climbed in a narrow crawl space between the rail and the cannon. Away from all the commotion below, it was a comfortable spot that afforded her a bit of privacy to stretch out and take a nap. She spread out a thick piece of burlap, covered that with a soft weathered strip of canvas and closed her eyes. Feeling the glow of the hot sun caressing her face, she felt safe enough to sleep some. Away from the leering eyes and lustful desires of the sailors who were at sea for too long, her father was below deck conferring with the ship's Captain. He was only a scream away should anyone bother her. Afraid, but eager to see another land, this was her first voyage, the one that Hazel had warned she wouldn't survive. With the distant shore within sight, she was glad that she was wrong with her premonition. Her father, Nathaniel took it hard when her mother died giving birth to her twin sister and her eighteen years ago. Then, when her sister died from influenza last month, Melissa's death brought back his sorrow and it was all that he could do to not lose his mind and lose himself in a rum bottle. Allison was all the family he had left now and he didn't want to lose her, too. Thus, they were sailing away to a new land, a land far from England, and from the famine and disease that plague the country. They set sail for a land down under, a new land called Australia. Dreaming of a new life, a new house, and new friends, Allison tried not to think of her twin sister or of Hazel's disturbing reading. She wished death had come for her instead of her sister. Planning on having a double wedding when they turned eighteen, they had been very close. She felt the horrible pain from the grief that came slowly seeping in with the thoughts of her twin. She missed her so terribly much. She closed her eyes and said a prayer for the soul of her sister and then fell fast asleep. Startled awake by yelling and screaming, men ran by Allison with bloodied sabers. She lifted up her head and peeked. She looked down below to see the crew fighting with one another. In the midst of the fighting, sitting around the mainmast with the hands and feet bound were the Captain, his officers, and her father. "God save the Queen," she said to herself for no one to hear. "It's a mutiny." To make matters worse, a storm was blowing up behind them. Billowing, black, rain filled clouds darkened the sky in the distance. Only, it was moving fast, faster than the ship. Rolling in astern, a story was quickly catching up with them. When she looked off the port side bow, she could see land far off and hoped they were off the coast of Australia. Surely, a boat would be dispatched to help them. Surely, someone would see the disturbance and help them. Surely, someone would hear the ruckus. Yet, no one saw, no one heard, and no one came to their rescue. In contempt of the mutiny of the ship, the Sea Star, and in nature's way of voicing its disapproval, the sea began an undulating rocking rhythm that loosened every bolt and pitched everything not battened down. The angry winds that howled hadn't penetrated the ears of the preoccupied mutineers just yet. The lull before the story quieted the sea, except for the yelling and the cheering, everything quieted down. One scalawag who wanted to speak and who tried getting the attention of everyone by kicking over an empty crate waved his sword over his head. He stood atop of the box and raised his hand to command their attention while demanding all to quiet down. "Simmer down lads, simmer down, and gather 'round. It's time to bid our fare thee well to our Captain and his company." He wiped the blood from his sword with a rag. The sharp sword he held in his hand glistened in the glow of the shining sun. Murmuring and mumbling, all hands gathered around in a circle close enough to circulate the few remaining bottles of rum. Taking a long drink for himself, the speaker scanned the crowd. Smashing the empty bottle upon the deck, he yelled to anyone brave enough to answer. "Where's the girl?" The sky behind him suddenly ate the sun and darkened. A gusting wind played havoc with the sails as the storm loomed closer. Splashing over her sides, the waves swelled around the ship. Looking around himself and behind, a sailor accepted his challenge to question the location of the girl and shrugged, "I don't know." "Well, we can't worry about her now. There's a storm brewing. Batten down the hatches and drop sail. We'll never make it to shore before she breaks us up against the rocks. We'll have to ride this one out." Oblivious to the impending storm and not listening to their new leader, the crew mumbled their interest over the missing girl. "Go fetch her lads," said one of the crew. "Let's scour the ship from bow to stern and find her. We can't be having her miss our little party, now can we?" With the anticipation of rape and debauchery, the crew scurried off in all directions in riotous laughter. They searched below deck and they searched above deck. The sailor perched atop the box addressed the Captain. Menacingly, he moved the blade inches from Captain Ryan's neck. "We're tied of taking orders, Captain. This is a new land. Thanks to you and courtesy of this magnificent ship, the crew and I want a fresh start. We're commandeering this ship and her cargo." He touched the sword to his chin and taunted, "Lest you and your scurvy officers have any objections, this is where you get off." "You'll never get away with this, Amoro," said the Captain meeting his stern stare with bold and determined defiance. "I'll see you hanging from the yardarm." "No you won't 'cause dead men can't see." With that he swung a powerful swipe that not only attested the sincerity of his statement but removed the Captain's head. Bouncing with a sickening thud to the deck, the Captain's head fell from his shoulders. The sound of the storm's thunder covered Allison's involuntary scream, as the mutineers voiced their support with boisterous laughter. The crew who searched in vain for Allison returned out of breath from their frantic search. "She's no where to be found. We searched everywhere." "Fools! She's probably right under your noses. Go find her or I'll have your heads." They scattered in all directions intent on finding their captive. Directing his attention to her father with the point of his sword, the murderer shouted with impatient eyes and angered tongue. "Where's your daughter? My crew and I want to have some fun. We've been away at sea and without women for a very long time. Where is she? You can live, if you tell me where to find her. All we want is your daughter. We won't hurt her. Where is she?" "You can kill me now," he said spitting phlegm at the evil man, "I'll never help you find my daughter." Allison's father didn't have time to avert his eyes before the burn from the blade fell mercilessly upon his neck. With the hope of saving her father, Allison jumped up from her hiding place to yell her objection to the murder of her father and to plead mercy. Too late for her objection, her plea turned to horrified screams of anguish and despair. "Please don't! No! Oh, father! Dear God in Heaven, save me!" To be continued...