March 16, 2022 7:30 PM
One of my recent messages from Fall 2021 is about helping souls with past life regressions. I recently had a very interesting series of sessions with two brothers who were reviewing their two previous lives on Earth. They allowed me to share their experiences as long as I did not provide their real names but they did provide nick names: Sunflower or "Sunny" and Pebble or "Peb" for short. In their recent life, they were born to indigenous parents in the United States.
In their prior incarnation, they were both caucasion and had biological parents who immigrated from Scotland to the United States in the 1850s. The brothers worked their entire lives in steel manufacturing and contributed to the transcontinental railways in the U.S. when the demand came to build the rail system to the west coast and western states.
Many times they traveled by train out west and were proud of the contributions they made to the construction of the railway. However, the construction on indigenous lands was something they never considered to be a problem but it would be a concern for them in their next incarnation.
They were very surprised and upset to learned about their first life as steelworkers. While working, they wished they had spoken to the indigenous people to understand how they felt about the railway but they have accepted it.
In the next incarnation as indigenous persons, the very rail system they had contributed to in their previous life was now a concern to them and to their elders, particularly their grandfather who grew up in the mid west including New Mexico. They know that they can not change history but they want to explain that they were not happy how their people were treated and depicted in the history books, on TV and in movies. They both taught American History in colleges in the US and were also able to 'clear up' some misconceptions. They said there were agreements or treaties but feel they are unacceptable. They also said their intention now is too not start a new debate or fight, but just to present their two opposing lifetimes. They asked me, 'Why did we chose to come back as indigenous people when we were white before?' I told them that it is possible they had experienced something that encouraged them to better understand indigenous people. So, they did more research and discovered that after retiring as steelworkers they had met and befriended an indigenous woman and her family. They also discovered that they had more incarnations. I suggested they continue their research, and they are now preparing to do more.
March 17, 2022 8:07 pm.
The brothers did a review of a third lifetime that occurred between 1700 and 1800; their genders were female but they were good friends and not siblings. This incarnation occurred before their lives as steelworkers. Peb was born in Piedmont and Sunny in Sicily but they both resided in Italy. They asked, 'What was significant about being in Italy?' They both had families but it appears their male partners were not significantly important to them but the birth and nurturing of their children was very important.
They also looked at a fourth lifetime prior to the life in Italy. Gender for both was male but the two were not friends nor relatives. They never knew each other.They lived in the early1600s. Sunny helped to build a ship in France, one used by Samuel de Champlain, the French explorer on his expeditions in the New World. Peb was a peasant farmer in Spain.
Sunny and Peb determined that the life experiences in Europe and North America benefited them in their recent incarnation. I told them that in time they will learn more about their four lives and their other incarnations. They were surprised to hear that they had more and they asked when and I answered, 'In time when you are ready. You will know.'
That is another example of what I am doing to help souls review their past which helps them to prepare for today and tomorrow.
Kindest Regards,
Bob
January 25, 2022
Short story by Bob Murray and Mark Twain but mostly Mr. Twain's words.
Horace's adventures
His name was Horace and he rode through the wild west. Let me take you back some years from the beginning of Horace's adventures.
Horace grew up on a small farm in south western Kansas. He never knew he would be riding horses for a living but he spent a few years in his childhood watching the Pony Express delivery mail. He would soon be one to grab the mail and parcels out of the hands of the Pony Express riders.
Horace was out walking one day with his mother through their village when he stumbled upon a large advertisement for a Pony Express rider. He jumped, and I mean jumped, at the opportunity. Before he could decipher all the details on the poster, his mother yanked him away and into the general store to buy the weekly rations that they could not grow on their farm. As they left the premises, Horace had a second chance to view the remaining details. It read: "Pony Express riders needed. Register at your local post office."
The office happen to be next door to the general store. He begged and pleaded with his mother to let him apply, He did not have to plead for long as Mr. Drysdale, the clerk from the post office who also doubled as the general store owner, was heading to his office and heard the young lad yelling, "I want to be a pony express rider, Mother!"
Mr. Drysdale responded, "Ah, I hear I've a young fellow for the job post."
Horace' mother, Greta called out, "No, he's not interested. He is too young to join a cavalry in the post service."
Mr. Drysdale answered, "It's not a cavalry, Ma'am. It's a delivery service and we desperately need helping hands even if it's in the village. No soul wants to work these days for us. We are greatly concerned that we will lose our service and not be able to deliver."
Greta explained, "He's a minor. What can he do at 11 years old?"
Mr. Drysdale answered, "He can ride our pony here and deliver the mail to the villagers and land owners not far away. I'll keep an eye on him from time to time. I can see from one end of town to the other by standing here. I walk out to the end of the village to see the rest of our route. What do you say, ma'am. Can your son be a help to us?"
"Horace, you need to be responsible and make sure you deliver the mail to everyone. I'm not scared of ya fallen off a horse but..."
"Mother. you don't see me arguing. When can I start, Mr. Postman?"
"I was once in your shoes and rode Clara the pony to make deliveries of items from the general store. She is an old lady but as perky as they come. She won't stands for nonsense and will buck you if you don't behave. You can start now!" said Mr. Drysdale.
Horace had the widest smile you would ever have seen on a 11 year old and he ran from is mother to Mr. Drysdate. "Sign me up, sir!"
Horace rode ye old Clara with pride. She was not up to racing but she trotted along as she knew where she was going and acknowledged the salutes and waves of all the folks sitting on their porches taking in some sun or rain. One saluter Mrs. Wallace raced out to feed Clara with some oats and a pale of water, and said, "Clara needs something to keep her going." Horace got used to the greetings and enjoyed the little treats he received too. Biscuits and milk were on the menu and he never refused the offers making his job a lot more fun for the young rider.
His journeying with Clara made the local press and he was the talk of the town for a few days. "You made the paper today." yelled Mrs. Wallace from her porch holding up the front page news.
Life had some hiccups. Horace had to ride Clara out of town to deliver a parcel wrapped in paper with twine that held it all together. It was a rather large parcel that hung from the saddle and made Clara take a slower trot. The two arrived at their destination, a farm house. A very old gentleman by the name of Mr. Clark sat on this covered porch and yelled from his perch on a swing. "Ye is late with ma parcel. What took ya so long?"
Horace with an apologetic tone said, "We took extra care to make sure we got here safely with it. We're sorry, sir."
The old gentleman with a complex answered, "Well, I'm glad you made it but I've been waiting here on my porch since this morn. I'm getting hungry. I asked my friend at the general to send me a new bowl."
Horace jumped from Clara, removed the parcel from the saddle and and carried it to Mr. Clark.
"Let see what we got." Mr. Clark removed the twine then unwrapped the paper. A shiny new crystal bowl glittered in the sunlight as it rested on his lap. "Hey, this is gorgeous!"
"I gotta go now. I have more mail to deliver."
"Wait, young man. Let me give you something. Here, take this back to Mr. Drysdale." he handed Horace a one dollar bill. "Don't you go spend that before you get it to him."
"I won't." Horace and Clara road off reversing their journey. They arrived in the village and stopped at the General to deliver the dollar bill. Horace walked in. A young gentleman and clerk stood behind the counter and asked, "Can I help you, young man?"
"Yes, I have this dollar for Mr. Drysdale. Can ya make sure he gets it?"
"Sure! What's it for? Are you buying somethin' ?"
"No, Mr. Clark gave it to me after I delivered his parcel."
"Ahhh, okay. Well, we don't know of any Mr. Clark or anyone who bought a bowl. Are you sure it came from us? Looks like you have earned a dollar, unless you want something here..."
The clerk explained as Mr. Drysdale entered the store, "This boy says he has some money for you. He said you sold a bowl to Mr. Clark and he delivered it."
Mr. Drysdale responded,"We don't know any Mr. Clark, son. Are you sure you're comin' to the right place?"
"I'm sure. I was given a bag of mail and the parcel. The parcel was address to a Mr. Fred Clark and to go to the Clark farm. Is there another Clark farm?"
"Not that we know of. In fact, there was a Fred Clark but he died many years ago and he had no children or family that I know of. His wife died before he did. You must be mistaken."
Horace exited the store very confused but with the dollar still in his possession. "Well Clara, we have to take the dollar back to Mr. Clark. It's not right to keep it since we don't know who's supposed to get it."
Horace and Clara returned to the farm. He walked up to the farmhouse but no porch swing and no Mr. Clark were in sight. The house looked abandon and the fence around the property looked dilapidated. Horace knocked on the porch door but no Mr Clark nor anyone came to answer. He peered in but no Mr. Clark inside. He waited for a time but never saw the likes of anyone. As he prepared for the ride back, Horace noticed a paper of the parcel he delivered just a few hours prior but it was now old and weathered.
Horace tucked the dollar bill and the wrapper back under the planter box. He and Clara made their way back to town riding into the sunset.
- the end -
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