My next book has already been named by Spirit...My Truth...Soul of the Warriors. The title was specific; created by a friend in Spirit known to me first as Archie Douglas. The story of this ancient warrior's life, his enduring personality that prevails even to his most recent lifetime as a Marine in Vietnam, will prove reincarnation to the acceptance of Spiritualists. Past Lives will be documented through Mediumship and validated to the National Association of Spiritualist Churches the same way proof of the continuity of life was verified through the work of the Fox Sisters back in 1848.
My Truth...Soul of the Warriors is also USMC David Lee's personal tribute to his fellow combat vets; fighting an unpopular war under horrific, grotesquely despicable conditions in the jungles of Vietnam. Our book will provide a window into the hearts and minds of those warrior souls and the people they left behind to remember and honor them; questioning their own destiny and purpose here as well.
Archibald Douglas was the younger brother of the Black Douglas, the Good Sir James, Scotland's most beloved knight. Archie let it be known that he watched James' back; the knight surviving every battle when his younger brother was in his retinue. Then on 25th August in 1330 James Douglas was drawn into a conflict designed by Queen Isabella, mother of Edward III, to be his last. Lord Douglas was dispatched to Teba Spain; 'burning in his heart to do battle for the Crucified' as the Medieval warriors framed their fight with the infidels. With the embalmed heart of his hero and friend Robert the Brus carried around his neck, James faced an army of thousands, on a foreign battlefield in the shadow of the Castle of the Stars. Alfonso de Castille, cousin of the Douglas enemy Edward III looked on; holding back his forces until the brave knight and his wee army were engulfed by the Saracens and destroyed.
Archibald became the head of the Douglas Clan at that moment; Regent of Scotland at the helm of the Scottish Army by 1333. At the fateful battle at Halidon Hill, the Eve of St. Margaret 19th July 1333, this brave warrior, Sir Archibald of Douglas was cut down by a stout arrow: a small canon-propelled shaft carrying a lead ball to pierce the armor of the brave warrior; penetrating through the mail hauberk, ripping deep within the quilted gambeson, to burrow inside the surcote, exploding in the chest of the knight. "I will not be the victim of artillery fire in my next life," he vowed defiantly as he returned to Spirit, the 'Otherworld' of the ancient Celts. "I will command the big guns," Archie promised himself centuries later. These were the words he shared with me as he helped me write four books on medieval Scotland in the 13th and 14th centuries; a time period that covered his lifetime as Sir Archibald of Douglas. The photo above was taken in West Calder, Scotland. I was trying to locate Archie's manor house there from 1320 and he assured me that I was in the correct location. I was losing patience and demanded that he prove it to me. "Ma, we will be in the picture; me, James, Pops and Ana," he promised.
I took several photos with each of my four cameras. The digital photos I checked right away and was immediately disappointed; there were no signs of Spirit energy on any of the images. By the time I got home a week later in Boston I had forgotten the promise; dropping off the 35 mm film at the local CVS. An hour later I picked up the newly developed pictures and there in hands was another gift from my friends in Spirit...ectoplasm reflecting the images of these long departed, medieval knights and their lady: Sir Archibald Douglas, Sir James Douglas, Sir William le Hardi and (Ana)Lady Elizabeth Steward.
Halfway through the writing of my second book Archie told me about another life, one that he lived during the 1960's becoming a United States Marine. He gave me his first name, his middle name and when I asked his rank he paused and said "Captain". Well that last response proved to be Archie's wee joke; he was only a Second Lieutenant when he passed in 1968. I asked him why he gave that answer. "All my buddies are captains now so it's only fair," he said; the little boy, the infectious personality of the wee Archie that I knew and loved so well had surfaced once again. Over the next several years and more recently in the last three months he has shared details of his passing in August 1968; research has proved the accuracy of those accounts. The attributes of his personality both as the Marine hero and as the brave Scottish knight are not just similar but true mirror images of each other; David and Archibald are the same soul; proved by the messages of mediumship.
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