When you feel like I am writing a lot, understand that words and story flow from me like water over the banks of a great river. You cannot stop it and I could say I am forced to the keyboard. This morning, I feel necessary to bring to light a continuation or maybe a small change or perhaps added thoughts to the book I wrote It shall come to pass.
When I learned how to regress back into time I watched me die as I tell in that book but what is not told is when I did this I went back to my friend who had taught me this and he ask me if I had gone beyond that life to the one before. What I said how far back I can go and his response was I can go as far as I want to but why did I quit when I saw me die. Not knowing I could go beyond that I told him I would go back and see what was before that.
On the next visit to my past, I saw me standing my mothers knees and she was knitting in a rocker in front of a fireplace that had a log burning and the house was only light enough to see very little but she was backed up to the fireplace in order to see what she was doing. I walked over and put my hand on her knee and she looked down at me and smiled I was just big enough to walk and donβt think I was speaking plainly at that point. I was taken from that with out more knowledge than what I tell but somehow I knew that I had died a very young boy.
I continued to dwell on the past and mentally wanted to see more and at that point I was hovering over the top of a ship I was standing on the port side forward and looking out to see. I was looping down at a man and knew that I was looking at myself. I was hearing his enter thoughts and as plane as day knew exactly what he was thinking about. His mind was on his wife he had left behind and he was wishing that things could be different. I donβt know his name even today but he had the uniform on with the trusses on his shoulders and the flag that was sailing on the ship was one of a kind how I know what I know I share but that flag was to tell the other ships at sea that I was on this ship and that was normally only flown when I harbor and on my own land. I was a leader from the queens own counsel and doing a job that he had directly put me on. Elizbeth my wife at home was a gift from the queen for several years of service for her where I had performed great feats of battle and had been awarded by the queen many gifts for my loyalty. She had gave me a home with everything possible and I was furnished with any desire that I could possibly want but she had gave Elisbeth to me and told Elisbeth that she was to be my wife and do any pleasure that I would want. Well, we were not just husband and wife we were so much together that on the ship that night as he looked out to see I read the pleasures that he had held and I smiled at being able to know what a deep and devoted man he was. The love between him and her was so strong that I can taste it today.
One of the last things he had said to the queen before leaving her side to go to sea was I have never allowed anyone to ever get withing gun rang of my ship and I can hardly bear the burden that you have ask me to go into battle knowing I am to give up my ship in order to find victory. The reason the flag was flying on this particular time was to draw the enemy to me. I was handing my head to the world in order to do as the queen had directed me to do. I gave that life that woman that world because it was necessary. I did not see the ship go down but I knew that many ships were drawn to me on that voyage. I had instructed my ship to be overloaded with cannons and powered so strong that I had to deny my men the food that would normally be carried. At that moment I was sailing the most powerful vessel on the sea, I had more guns more ammunition and I had hand picked the men who were with me I had told them that we were going to war and that we would not make it back alive. We were to draw into a harbor so many other ships that what the rest of the queens navy was allowed to do. Yes I was gave as a sacrifice to fully fill a battle plan put together by the greatest minds of that time.
Now when I ask for a woman I do not ask God for any woman I ask for Elizabeth. I would ask that she be brought through three past lifetimes to be at my side.
Why do I write this when at this very point I am explaining in book three of the great eagle why the drums are so very important in the ceremony of Dan and Maryβs christening of Adam their first child. Mary in this series of books has a gift of being able to see into the future and I will return to that story but I find pleasure in sharing my enter thoughts with you.
A Messenger,
Verl K.
This is a powerful, haunting passage. Your imagery β the rocking chair by the fire, the smell of the sea, the weight of duty on the captain β pulls the reader straight into the memories and makes the emotional stakes feel real. I loved the way you weave reincarnation, sacrifice, and love together; the scenes of the ship and Elizabeth are especially vivid. A couple of small suggestions: tidy up a few typos and name inconsistencies (Elizbeth/Elisbeth/Elizibeth) so they donβt distract, and consider tightening some long sentences to keep the momentum. Also, a little clearer signaling when you jump between lives would help readers follow the timeline without losing the mystery. Overall β moving work. Keep going; youβve got something very compelling here.
Thank you Emilio my writings are not from an scholar so I feel very good over your kind words. I will take to heart what you say. Most never say they read and run so i keep making the same mistakes. I find writing to sooth my mind and allowes me to step away from the capitives that seem to gather around a aging man.