Gone are the days of yesteryear.
Gone are smiles, miles, tears and fears.
We of the present can learn from history.
Those of the future will fulfill our destiny.
The past comes alive as sins and wins are repeated.
Triumphs are heralded; Foes are defeated.
If only we could stop the challenges.
If only we could heighten the balances.
It makes me wonder as I ponder,
If all on earth have wandered
These paths before in yesteryear
And have returned with our hopes and fears.
History repeats itself,
But we remain ourselves
Through thick and thin, but in different skins.
Reacting the same way as we begin
Lifetimes in new bodies, when we are given
A chance to redeem our numerous sins
Or spread truth and love, strong and sage,
As we enter life in a future age.
Will I live again
Or is this the end?
Many thanks to this unknown reader who praised my research, story, and mission concerning Annie from the mid-1600s Colonial America. The points mentioned in the review are exactly what I was trying to point out … in history, in the treatment between different ethnicities and religions, and the abuse, bullying, and demonic fear of children, mere babies, with birth defects in a land where people came to escape the tyranny of Europe. My hypothesis is that this is still going on in the world today, even in the United States of America.
Many thanks to this reader from the author … Deborah A. Bowman
Life in America circa 1,600 CE can’t have been easy, not with the English intent on stamping their domination and with the Puritans extolling so called Christian virtues to the extreme. As the saying goes: the more things change, the more it remains the same.
Annie’s Story provides a unique insider’s look into the world of newly emigrated people, the Scots, to a free land where they could safely continue worshipping their faith—Catholicism. For Annie, born into a world where one’s physical differences and abilities were considered the child of the devil, it was life threatening.
Annie was raised by her grandmother, a renowned Scottish healer, after her parents died from the plague. This story highlights the hardships endured by immigrants in a world vastly different to their own, who contend with harshness of the land, weather and hiding their beliefs from their neighbours—the Puritans.
Annie was a dwarf and a healer, born in the mid-17th century in Colonial America. Her family left Scotland to avoid the harsh and imperial rule of the English King Charles II, migrated to Massachusetts Bay area, not far from a Puritan settlement. Her grandmother, taught Annie the art and skills of ‘pagan’ medicine after witnessing her miraculously heal a man who almost died.
Annie’s grandmother, her best friend Janey, her parents and the Scottish community protect and shield Annie from outsiders, who don’t understand her physical and mental disabilities. The young girl heals a boy from the Puritan township, which they later become friends and then fall in love.
One of the subjects I am not overly familiar with is American history. The Civil War was perhaps its greatest exponents, as was Abraham Lincoln, and so when I started reading this book, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I read historical fiction, but tend to go for books that predate Christianity.
What intrigued and drew me to the story was that it was premised on a past-life regression, in this case, the author’s. Bowman prefaces the book with background information that she underwent an “age” regression, and in follow up sessions, learnt she lived in another time and went by the name of Annie. The book has facts interwoven within the story, about Annie, the period and the way people who were different were treated. It is evident a great deal of research has gone into the story, describing what life was like during Colonial America for migrants, the Indians and how the Puritans lived.
The use of Scottish phrases and terms is great and it remains true to the characters, but I would have preferred a glossary at the end of the book rather than the explanation within the narrative.
For readers who know little about America’s early history, Annie’s Story is a good introduction to life during a period of unrest in Colonial America. For those who know a lot more, you will enjoy the various historical elements that feature in this story.
I have been sending little excerpts from my upcoming book, “Annie’s Story, Blessed With A Gift” and sharing some wonderful comments from my Beta Reader, www.wordpress/SusieShy.com Please check out Susie’s blog. She is an amazing young woman that has much to say and knows how to say it.
Today I want to share my latest communication with her and my response. Susie showed me something about myself that I didn’t even realize, but more importantly why this Historical Fiction Book based on fact is timely for the future, not just knowledge of the past.
Thank you, Susie, for letting me see the forest, instead of just the trees.
Comment on unfinished Section VI, Annie’s Story, Blessed With A Gift:
Read this section and am left with anticipation of what comes next. How pitiful were the lives of people who do not look, speak, talk, think like others do. And the majority or the strong take it on themselves to purge society of those who are different- Hitler a case in example. In modern parlance perhaps would take the form of bullying – school bullying, bullying at home, bullying of wives by husbands and of animals by humans- everywhere the perpetrator seems to be a human, who thinks himself superior to others. Things have not changed much in the 21st century from what it was in the 17th.
I am glad Annie had her grandma and Janie to look out for her.
I can just understand the torture you go through when you see lives as they were lived during those times and especially when you know now, that there was really nothing extraordinary about the ones they thought different. A little more sensitivity, love, care for nature or for others was all these ” weak” different people exhibited and for that they were often physically tortured.
Deborah A. Bowman’s Response and Epiphany:
You have so much wisdom and understanding of the Universe. I am always so humbled by your comments. I almost waited before sending you these few chapters because they were so bleak and feared you would be upset by them, but I wanted to share with you the reality of my research, which you are so right, mirrors the atrocities of our modern society. We watch in tears and sadness or close our eyes to the truth. Either way, the human experience is denied the reality from which we learn and evolve.
History, unfortunately, does repeat itself. Somehow humankind never learns, even with a loving God watching over us. Yet, we are blessed if we but reach out with our love, but we can only change one person–our own self, our own reflection.
You have shown me why I am so driven to finish this story. It’s not a synopsis to inform what history has taught us, but rather that history has remained the same. You have given me much to ponder and even more fortitude to share Annie’s love and shining spirit with the world, so needed for the future. Will it make a difference? Probably not, but each life Annie touches has a chance to contemplate, believe, redeem…or naught.
I respectfully ask you again in loving kindness if I may share your words on my blog. We are but two lone voices in the dark, but Annie’s message is timeless.
Thank you, Deborah
Annie, a dwarfed, mentally slow, white light healer in Colonial America in the mid-1600s