Is There Any Place More Mystical and Beautiful in the World? I Think Naught! The Isle of Skye, Scotland–partial setting for the upcoming Historical Past-Life Hypnotic Regression by Deborah A. Bowman

My heritage is Scottish; my past-life is Annie, born in Colonial American of Scottish descent from the THE ISLE OF SKYE!
My heritage is Scottish; my past-life is Annie, born in Colonial American of Scottish descent from the THE ISLE OF SKYE!

UPCOMING HISTORICAL FICTION NOVEL BY DEBORAH A. BOWMAN –Or is it fiction? Based on years of research and factual information obtained only during a past-life hypnotherapy regression. ANNIE’S STORY: BLESSED WITH A GIFT


Annie lived a long time ago, the mid-17th century, in fact. Even though I didn’t become acquainted with her until late in the 20th century.

I was attending the Advanced Hypnotherapist Certification Course offered by The National Guild of Hypnotists. Annie came to me in a past-life regression, or rather I should say, I became Annie.

The class exercise began as something quite different, and the results were totally unexpected by the small, close-knit group I had been studying with for months. I’m sure the Professor was surprised as well; but then again, perhaps not. As a practicing Hypnotherapist for years, maybe he had seen this sort of thing many times before.

I had agreed to a class demonstration in “age” regression to help me cope with extreme claustrophobia. I had timidly admitted to my Professor and fellow classmates that my older brothers had locked me in closets as a child, especially the small wooden closet beneath the stairs where even a child could not stand upright. The darkness was oppressive, overwhelming—thick enough to take your breath away. Ah, the tribulations of a younger girl to two boys with active imaginations in an old restructured log house that lent itself well to ships’ brigs, castle dungeons, and secret passageways!

When the Professor attempted to take me back to these early memories under hypnosis, however, I flew right past them and WHAM!—like hitting a brick wall—I was in someone else’s body, crushed in a pitch-black hole, surrounded by wood and earth. At first, I thought I was buried alive in a coffin. Then I realized I was practically doubled in half with my knees pushing the air out of my lungs in a space half-again too small for me under rough wooden planks.

The seasoned Hypnotherapist handled it all so skillfully, so carefully, as he calmed me and allowed me to look beyond the enclosure to see what was happening. I was hidden beneath the floor of a tiny cabin for safekeeping from a group of soldiers (thumping boots above my head) by a Priest (Father Ian or was it Reverend John?) and his house-woman (housekeeper) Hannah.

My mind seemed to separate as I remained “Debbie” within the confines of my mental self, but I seemed to know these people intimately on some other plane of existence deeply embedded in my subconscious. Under hypnosis, this other self was surfacing and taking over. One part of my new self knew him as Reverend John; a more significant part called him Father Ian. Months later I would learn the reason for this duality—a little secret I shouldn’t have known.

I felt the rough homespun against my skin of a plain lace-up gown. It was tight around my neck with long sleeves and a heavy full skirt. I immediately sensed what I looked like—short in stature, stocky limbs, chubby cheeks, light eyes, and wispy reddish brown hair, so fine it barely covered my pale scalp. Not that it mattered since all women and girls wore white-trimmed caps that covered the entire head and tied neatly beneath the chin, but somehow the laces of my cap were always undone and that was frowned upon. Was I a woman or a child? It seemed I was both, but then again, neither. I was different.

My hands and feet were either oddly shaped or I had limited use of them. I stumbled and limped when I walked, especially in the ill-fitting shoes I wore, and I had to concentrate to use my hands and stubby fingers to grind herbs into poultices, salves, and medicinal teas as Granny had taught me. “Who was Granny?”

Granny told me I was a beautiful sprite like one of the faeries from our native Highlands. She described my eyes as filled with light and love for all creation. She said my special healing gift and my ability to communicate with animals and ethereal spirits came from the auld country.

People laughed at my dwarfed appearance and my sluggish way of talking. I laughed at myself too, except when wee bairns [Scottish Gaelic for “babies or children”] threw rocks and clods of dirt at me or the good-people of the village shielded themselves from the evil eye when I passed near them. They kept their distance when I entered one of the small hovels to help the sick and dying. I did not understand why everyone was afraid of me.

My conscious mind of the late-1990s, however, realized that Annie was mentally slow, stunted in growth, and lacking in social and emotional development. At first, I thought she had Down’s syndrome, a birth defect which retards growth and mental acuity, but I would soon learn the true story of Annie’s life.

She was so innocent and childlike. Surprisingly, from memory or perhaps precognition, she knew intricate rituals and formulae for medicines and potions using flowers, herbs, and roots, including the recognition, cultivation, and harvesting of the plants. She talked to the animals, creatures, and faeries of the forest, which she called “her friends or little people” and communed with the gods and goddesses of the spirit world. I was confused by Annie, but couldn’t help loving this precious soul who seemed to be me. I wondered, “Did Annie live in a fantasy world or suffer from hallucinations? Was she Schizophrenic?”

In reality, Annie couldn’t read or write, nor could she tie a simple bow, but the young woman/child was an incredible savant, reciting songs, rhymes, recipes, and medicinal incantations from her Granny’s Grimoire [Old French, but used globally for “Wise Woman’s Book.”] She was a natural healer, blessed with a special gift from the Spiritual Universe.

I instantly became protective of this little imp inside of me—for I was now a part of her; and she, a part of me. I may have come out of the hypnosis session with marked relief from claustrophobia—I could finally ride in an elevator—but more importantly I had been given a mission and crusade. I wanted to know why Annie was deformed and ridiculed. Mostly, I wanted to know if Annie had truly lived.

She seemed so real. Later, I verified facts through research that I had learned only through hypnosis, and many of these facts were 100-percent accurate. Spooky, yes, but oh so compelling!

Hence, began a quest that has spanned years and opened the floodgates of my repressed subconscious memories. I made amazing discoveries about a time in American history that many generations have tried to eradicate or conceal. I was fascinated, appalled, shocked!

This Foreword is my story; the book that follows is “Annie’s Story,” written from dreams, visions, online and textbook resources, travel to Massachusetts and Nova Scotia, research of the time period and the theory of past lives. I have given myself the freedom to tell the story as historical fiction, using as much factual information as is available. Some historic events and characters have been fictionalized to present the storyline as my imagination perceived it.

I never found conclusive evidence that Annie lived, but I did find evidence that she could have lived and an explanation for her existence being cleansed from all church and legal records. I also suspect that I may have discovered factual information that ties her lineage to one of the most disturbing and inhuman times associated with the British Colonies in North America.

Nameless, lonely graves are scattered throughout the empty fields and forests of New England. I believe I was once Annie, and she is in one of those unmarked burial plots. She lies hidden beneath the soil of an infamous hill. I shudder and will not pen its name.

This story of love and faith, coupled with the treatment of different people (now called “special” people) begs to be told. “Annie’s Story” is about an unusual girl coming-of-age in Colonial America, who is “Blessed with a Gift.”

Deborah A. Bowman, Author

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Creative Visualization–A Walk In the Woods (Reposted) It was too small before and the message was too important. Please, save the world!

morning scene, creative visualizationevening scene, creative visualization

LOOK at the two pictures above: A morning scene and an evening scene. Close your eyes; pretend it is a new day, a new world. By gazing at the serene water, majestic mountains, lush trees, and vegetation, it calms your mind and releases tension. If you truly experience this visualization, you may become aware of the grass growing beneath your feet; feel a fresh breeze lift and tickle your hair; smell the flowers, trees, and clean fresh air as you breathe in deep, cleansing, soul-nurturing breaths.
It’s paradise, isn’t it? You can imagine the soft greens of Spring, hear the lapping water, and feel the warmth of the sun. You realize there is life teeming all around you in the flowing water and foliage. Suddenly, you may hear a bird singing or the croak of a frog. The scent in the air is delicious.
Now imagine the sun rising over the mountains in the distance. The sky will go from deep midnight blue to just a hint of light on the horizon. As the glowing sun creeps slowly into view–pinks and lavenders, reds and corals, streaks of shimmering white light, pale creams that brighten to startling yellow–adorn the sky as it turns a light shade of azure blue with soft, rolling clouds that form a heavenly mist. The colors of the mountains and the stream come alive!
As sunlight falls on dancing leaves, the trunks will glisten with soft green moss, mirrored by the rocks in the river. Little waterfalls tumble from hills and boulders, and you realize there is an unlimited flow of energy that does not harm Mother Earth or pollute the surrounding natural habitat. As the morning comes fully to life, butterflies and bees add brilliant color to the hues of blooming wild flowers. Silent, clear raindrops may fall for a few minutes to wash the world clean and pristine. A vivid rainbow may arc across the sky in brilliant colors.
As the sun comes out again, you may lie on the grass and look up into the sky, seeing pictures and shapes in the clouds, always changing, rearranging, as the comfort of serenity enhances your creativity. The environment is alive with wonder, and the true wonder of it all? You are alive! You contemplate your humanity and your uniqueness with the wisdom of the ages. You marvel at the fact that there is no one else exactly like you on this planet or in the entire universe. You are singular, pure, destined to find your way upon the path of life, but you now comprehend that you must make time for silence and rejuvenation to rejoice in good health, true purpose, and calm relaxation. You are startled to find there is no stress in your life at this moment.
The longer you stay and watch the scene transform, the more you see. In your silence, animals are comfortable with your presence. A mother deer across the rapids is nursing her wobbly newborn fawn. A squirrel scurries down a tree limb and chatters at you as if in conversation. You look up and see a majestic soaring eagle skimming through the clouds. The flight is effortless, silent, and perfect. Earthworms make their homes beneath rocks and plants in the rich, dark soil. Fish kiss the surface of the lake, searching for insects and air bubbles. Every second is different than the one before; every breath brings new awareness.
Now with your mind’s eye you can move forward in time to the end of the day. A quiet lull has settled over the scene. Fish have drifted to the bottom of the river to rest; squirrels are tucked into their homes high up in the trees, hidden by leaves turning dark in the twilight; the music of the stream continues to swell and ebb in time with the cycles of the moon. The sky flames with bright color–deep burgundy reds, raspberry pinks, dark purples, splashes of orange and magenta. You see the luminous mountains turning dark, reflecting in the looking glass of the moonlit water.
Before you open your eyes, you hear the soft sounds of twilight–insects singing their nightly songs, the soft hush of wind, the ongoing whisper of the stream, awakening all your senses as well as your soul. The ideal environment of our world, however, is being destroyed every day. Parts of it are in ill health, but we can still replenish the earth with love and worthwhile hard work to strengthen your muscles and give your body renewed energy: Planting trees to stop the erosion of our hillsides and farmlands; nurturing a garden to enjoy fresh vegetables and recreate the balanced ecosystem of life and the atmosphere; cleaning up trash or damage caused by storms to restore furtile soil from the man-made filth, carnage, and garbage.

Start by recycling, using only biodegradable products. Only consume organic, healthy foods in moderation to treat your body as lovingly as you would the beauty of nature. Use your own common sense and sincere sensibilities to recreate this world back to an ideal natural environment. This is essential for the future of civilization and life.
A creative visualization such as this can have positive effects on your physical, mental, and spiritual health as your soul is filled with love for all life: Humankind, animals, fish, birds, plants, water, and sunlight. It may inspire you to take that walk in the woods. It will calm your mind, ease your tension, and relax the body. It is transformative and strengthening. If a creative visualization like this makes you take action to reclaim our ethereal planet, even the smallest, most simplistic task can grow into a chain reaction to heal the environment as you heal the soul. Suddenly, problems won’t seem so insurmountable; people won’t seem so worrisome; difficulties won’t be so troublesome; life won’t be so hectic; you’ll be able to find more solutions and resolutions.

Creative Visualization–A Walk in the Woods; Let’s save the beauty of nature for our health, our future, and our children

The beauty of nature is all around us! Let's keep it this way.
The beauty of nature is all around us! Let’s keep it this way.