An Earthly Journey: The Story of One Soul's Evolution

By James Samuelson

On the surface, this book is the story of the author’s sixty year journey that takes him from the Midwest to Arizona and, finally, to Virginia. An Earthly Journey tells of those who impacted him on his journey. The surface story, though important, is only one piece of the puzzle. The story is also about a dog and higher-dimensional entities, a very special piece of land, and a remarkable woman. It is a love story that began long ago, existing in many lifetimes. It is James’s story, and it is Angelica’s story, and the book could not exist without both of them. This book is a doorway, a glimpse into a reality which is contrary to third-dimensional conditioning, an example of the possible. It is an invitation for readers to understand their own journeys, to put together all the random events of their lives and find the connections. Ultimately, the book is what you discover it to be, and—hopefully—what it ignites within you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Jul 2, 2014
• ISBN: 9781483413174

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An Earthly Journey:

The Story of One Soul’s

Evolution

James Samuelson

Copyright © 2014, 2015 James Samuelson.

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Contents

Foreword

Cast of Characters

James – Part 1

Max Part 1

James and Max

James – Part 2

Max – Part 2

Angelica

James and Angelica– Part 1

James– Part 3

James and Angelica – Part 2

James and Angelica– Part 3

James and Angelica – Part 4

James and Angelica – Part 5

Angelica’s Afterward

James’s Afterword

Foreword

Life is non-linear. Existence in the third dimension appears to be linear. I’ve struggled to resolve those two concepts for a long time and have come to the point where I simply accept what is and realize what can be.

I attempted to make this narrative as linear as possible. I was unsuccessful. While the events themselves occurred chronologically, the impact, importance and understanding of those events did not. I have learned to pay attention to things that seemed out of place and insignificant. Those things usually are triggers to events occurring later, sometimes years later. I’ve said to myself that’s why she told me that and that why I did that many times.

So, with that being said, when you read something I have written and your reaction is confusion and wanting clarity as to what I am writing about, please consider that you may understand it at some later, linear date. All I ask is that you are open and understand the difficultly in resolving the linear/non-linear conundrum.

I don’t know why it all works or maybe it’s that I just don’t remember how it all works. I am content with that. I don’t need to know all the answers right now. I am a sojourner on the Spiritual Highway and am enjoying the trip and what is revealed when I am ready to understand.

This is a story about experiences, of what happened, what is happening and not one of speculation as to what will happen. It comes from a place of knowing, of my own experiences and is not based on what others may say is the truth. Whether you believe my words or not doesn’t negate the experience. Whether you understand what I write doesn’t diminish my reality. I am not asking you to take what I write as your truth; I am merely writing my truth. Consider it as you will.

I am an observer of my own life. I marvel at what has occurred to me, the things I have done, have been willing to do and the results of those endeavors. When I am told about the things I have accomplished, usually without being aware that I have, I am amazed. But, I have done nothing more or less than anyone else can experience. That’s one of the secrets. We all can do it. We all will do it. We don’t all choose to do it right now. You create your reality. It seems so easy. It’s not easy. I have been seduced by this density, this dimension, this physicality. It’s been happening for thousands of years, for many lifetimes and in many timelines. Now that I have chosen, in this lifetime and this timeline, to create the experiences I have had and to seek the truth within and behind those experiences, I know I can choose to return or move on to other types of experiences, always traveling down the highway on my Great Adventure.

Before I go, before I decide to shuffle off this mortal coil for the last time, whenever that will be, I want to let others of the light and those who are seeking the light know that this is where we all are heading. It’s not the eternal struggle, it’s not one and done, it’s not an eternity of eternal bliss or unbearable hell, but it is the experiences of your choice. It’s about what you desire, what you choose to achieve and how you choose to proceed.

This story is not being written because I seek notoriety but because I want to help those who are open and ready to know, to understand how events in their lives connect and, perhaps, to trigger greater understanding of their own earthly journeys. It brings me joy to watch others live the lives they envisioned. We are all connected. Think of an individual as the junction of a spider’s web and, taken together, we make up the entire web. You may have heard that before, but what does it hurt to hear it again?

Please note that the names of all the people in this story, except for Max’s and mine, have been changed, some locations have been generalized and, out of respect for the privacy of others, some detailed descriptions of conversations and events have not been presented.

Cast of Characters

James

Me. I was (and am) also known as Jim to some people.

Angelica

The woman, without whom, this story would not have happened.

Max

My dog who was/is one of my Spirit guides. He incarnated in this life time, in his words because he needed a spirit guide to manifest in the physical. We have shared many existences. He passed several years ago but is still around to help me.

Susie

Angelica’s sister. She passed several years ago. Her abilities were similar to Angelica and now communicates and guides both of us, explaining things and answering questions.

Darlene

A friend, who lives in Arizona and who, among other talents, communicates with animals. She would talk to Max for me and, as time went on, communicated with other entities that would show up.

Frank

A friend of mine who lives in Virginia. He is very connected with the Earth and is interested in some of the things I am and has been involved in a number of my experiences.

Marie

A friend who I met through Angelica. They have known each other for several years and together they engage in a variety of activities.

My Father

Born in 1915. He kept a lot of things to himself and our relationship was complex and, at times, turbulent. He passed in 1984 and is still around, watching my progress.

My Mother

The same age as my father. She died in 2003. She visited me twice after she passed but is not around anymore.

Barbara

A woman I met on the internet and with whom I had a very intense relationship that ended abruptly. I discovered several years later that she is my Twin Flame.

Angelica’s Twin Flame

He is also a friend of mine.

Peter

The translator of a higher dimensional energetic entity (HDEE). He is also gifted intuit and a guide for past life regressions.

Brenda

A woman I met who became the vehicle for me to meet Angelica.

Our People

A term Angelica and I use to describe those other-dimensional beings who are connected to both of us, and who provide us guidance. Some of the members of the group are Susie, Max and my father.

James – Part 1

I was always competitive and, at the same time, encumbered with very low self-esteem. I wanted to be the best at what I did. I didn’t like to lose, didn’t like it when others were better than I was; it made me feel inferior. I didn’t want to be excluded from anything, although I was often excluded, many times choosing to exclude myself. I judged myself and gauged my self-worth against others and their accomplishments.

From my upbringing in a mid-sized Midwestern town through most of my adulthood, I always felt out of place. Maybe it was due to being raised in the Jewish religion and having to engage in the practices that went along with that while never embracing the teachings or understanding why I didn’t connect with anything I was told. I am sure that the low self-image I had was, in part, due to having to deal with the reactions of others because of being raised with that religion. As I grew up and began to learn about other belief systems, I understood that they all were basically the same in their purpose and, eventually, came to the conclusion that if a religion gives someone comfort and helps them treat others better, that was a good thing. I also liked some of the teachings I learned about, including the Golden Rule and the concept of Good Deeds which, in Judaism is known as mitsvah. When I got older, I gravitated to the idea of making gestures, which I first learned about from the writings of Carlos Castaneda

The low self-esteem and competitiveness stayed with me for years as I struggled with light-deprivation depression (as it was called back then) which latched on to me every winter. In looking back, I could see its effect when I was a teenager and how I let it get the best of me when I was nineteen years old. After that, it still came every year, but I understood what it was and was able to function during that time by sheer force of will, never taking any pharmaceuticals to mask the symptoms or giving me a crutch to rely on. I grew up in a time when I had access to all sorts of illegal drugs but never felt compelled or pressured to take any of them. It was no concern of mine what others did and I was never really pressured by my friends do any of it. Whenever I was asked as to why I didn’t even smoke a little weed, my answer to myself was always I don’t know why…I just don’t. With a few exceptions when I was younger, I never took medications of any kind and around the age of 30, even stopped taking all drugstore medicine such as aspirin and cough syrup.

I am no longer that person with low self-esteem, although it does sometime flair up. I am not as competitive as I was. It was a long, slow process, often done in lurches and in a seemingly random motion. I first had to understand that I was capable of great things and that others were equally capable. I had to understand my uniqueness and, in doing so, the uniqueness of others. I had to learn to like myself and then to love myself and to laugh at myself or, rather, at the third-dimensional façade I chose to utilize for this particular earthly journey. I now realize that everyone cannot do the things that I can do…yet…and vise versa, and that’s okay. I now like to see people succeed, to reach for what they want. No longer do I need to attach my self-worth to the achievements of others and that is both freeing and comforting. I wasn’t aware that I was engaged in that process until, one day, I took stock of where I was and there I was.

When I heard people comment on how others should live or behave or what actions they should take I would respond by saying if everyone was the same it would be a very boring world. Now I know that is only a part of it. I have come to understand that there is much more to it and that I am okay with putting together one piece of the jigsaw puzzle at a time. Well…maybe two.

Angelica: You are a truth seeker

Although unaware, that idea guided me throughout my childhood, to my attending college for a year and knowing it wasn’t the direction I wanted to go, to traveling around the country, to moving to Colorado and then to Arizona where I stayed for over 27 years, 16 years in Phoenix and 9½ on the Mogollon Rim at about 6200 feet in elevation among the Ponderosa pine trees, javelin and during an eleven year drought and finally home to Virginia.

I was interested in non-mainstream topics – UFOs, extra-terrestrial life, Biblical prophecy and prophecy of all kinds, to name a few since I was a teenager, but never immersed myself into any one area. I was, and remained a dabbler for years. I tried to do the standard teenage things with some success but always was an awkward, shy, super-sensitive, odd individual, although I learned to hide it (or so I thought).

It was during a party at the house that friends of mine were renting while they attended the University of Wisconsin that my searching began in earnest. It was 1974 and I was back home, working for my father in his business and driving forty miles to Madison every weekend to see my friends.

I knew I wouldn’t go back to school sometime during my freshman year. As always, it wasn’t a conscious decision and I didn’t agonize over it or ask for anyone else’s input. It was something I knew would happen and I was fine with that. Years later, after many experiences, I realized that not getting a college diploma was one of the best things to happen to me. I knew if I had done that I would not have gotten to where I was and would probably have lived an unhappy, ordinary life, full of remorse and with the sense that I had missing something important.

There I was, sitting on an old couch in the living room, surrounded by kids who were drinking, talking, getting stoned and enjoying themselves when I began talking to a girl who sat down next to me. Her name was Nancy and I had never met her before that time.

While the partying was going on around us, she started to tell me about a book she read by T. Lobsang Rampa which told the story his boyhood in Tibet and the esoteric things he learned. After we finished talking, she stood up and walked away. I never saw her again.

During the following week, I went to my local library and found the book that Nancy talked about and read it, intrigued with what the author had written. And so it began.

I started reading, venturing into all sorts of areas, not limiting my search to esoteric matters, but delving into the hidden history of the world and the country, politics, health and all sorts of alternative areas. I frequented metaphysical bookstores and would occasionally find someone who told me their thoughts on a variety of subjects. It was a time before the internet, before the explosion of information available, before one could study what interested them in anonymity, so I had to physically enter that world I felt out of place since I didn’t completely embrace any alternate teachings; I simply wanted to learn all I could without committing to any specific point of view. At times it felt as if I was being judged by the people who inhabited that world as harshly as mainstream people judged them and I was never able to resolve that apparent contradiction to my satisfaction.

I had a case of wanderlust. I would work and save up some money to travel, driving all around the country, primarily west of the Mississippi, just looking. I spent days and weeks driving, from Vancouver, B.C. down to Phoenix, AZ, back to Michigan, to Washington D.C. and all points in-between. It was a passion. I needed the motion, the sound of the road, the loneliness of the Great Basin in Nevada at seven o’clock in the morning, the sight of the Pacific Ocean near Monterey and the Rocky Mountains, still covered with snow. I didn’t want to see attractions, monuments or historical sites. I just wanted to move and to stop once in a while and walk among the trees in Washington, on the prairies of North Dakota, and in the great rivers of the West. As I grew older, the road called to me with diminishing intensity, but the itch never completely disappeared.

Sometimes a job would take over and I would concentrate on the work until I realized that I was very discontented. It was as if there were two sides of me vying for control and when one gained that control it would try to exclude the other side. It was very isolating, but I learned how to wall off my emotions much earlier in life, so I had little trouble just not thinking about that conflict.

I worked at a variety of jobs, the last one as computer programmer (which evolved into leading development projects and application system support) for a large credit card company. I began at the company working in the maintenance department, repairing office machines, sometimes helping out with things that were necessary to maintain the building and with whatever else came up. I wasn’t challenged and became bored, but I didn’t mind the job and liked the people I worked with, so I had no intense drive to change my circumstances. I began to take some night courses at a community college with an idea of getting a degree in some discipline, perhaps psychology. I viewed it was something to do.

After being in the maintenance department for over four years, the company offered a computer programming course, taught after work hours, for eligible employees, with the guarantee of an entry level job in one of the technologies departments after successfully completing the year-long course. I was eligible and applied, took the logic test, had an interview with two members of management from one of the technology areas and was accepted into that class.

Upon completion of the course I started working in a department where I flourished, advancing from programmer trainee to the highest technical position at a very rapid rate. It was while working in that department I met people who played big parts in my life and, as I was to find out later, big parts in many other lifetimes.

I was a workaholic and very happy with what I did, until it became repetitive and didn’t challenge me.

One of the most important things I have learned by observing myself is that the big decisions come easily. I don’t agonize over them or make lists of pros and cons. I allow a choice to happen and, when it does, I don’t second guess it. When I look back on those times, I know that all those decisions – not to finish college, not to take over my father’s business when I was 23, to complete a year long office machine repair program at a technical college and move to Colorado and then to Arizona, and on and on – that seem like major, life-changing decisions to others - were simply the choices I made. When I look back I can see that allowing myself to trust that I knew what I was doing, even with all the third-dimensional evidence to the contrary, put me on the journey I agreed to take.

When I was 44, I began feeling bad; not sick in the usually sense of the word, but I knew something was not quite right. I started to have stomach pains that I attributed that to a bad diet. A little while later I noticed blood in my stool. After doing some research, I concluded that I had colon cancer. As a child I was a bit of a hypochondriac, convincing myself that I had all kinds of ailments, diseases and medical problems. While I had one or two minor illnesses when I was young, they were nothing compared to what I conjured up in my head when I laid in my bed at night. Eventually, I decided not to indulge in that kind of thinking anymore and veered toward the other end of the spectrum to where I thought that I could not get any illness. After all, I stopped having hay fever when I was in my early twenties by simply telling myself that I didn’t have it, so I was convinced I could do it all the time.

The bloody stool concerned me and I went to a doctor who wanted me to have a colonoscopy. By that time, I had done enough studying and came to the conclusion that allopathic medicine wasn’t what I wanted to use to treat any illness I may develop, so I never made an appointment to be scoped. I also didn’t want to be talked into any treatment or procedure that I really didn’t want to have happen. I walked out of the doctor’s office and knew I would resolve the problem on my own terms.

I woke up one day in early 1997 and knew it was time to quit my job. I had not planned to do it. I was making good money, I was good at what I did and I liked what I was doing. But it was time to go. Most of the people I worked with didn’t understand that decision. Some believed that I wouldn’t go, some didn’t want me to go, and some couldn’t wait until I was gone. I knew that I had learned as much as I could about myself in that environment, learned to trust my abilities and met the people I had agreed to meet before I began this journey. So, it was time. I also knew that in order to get healthy again, I would have to change my approach to taking care of myself. I ate organic vegan for a year and a half, hiked in the desert a few times a week and tried to let go of the third-dimensional thinking I was immersed in.

I moved to the high country in Arizona, surrounded by very few neighbors, planted a garden, began noticing the sky during the day, and staring at the stars at night. I adapted to the city, after growing up in that Midwestern town, but relished living out of a place that was always noisy and never dark at night. I ate what I grew in the garden, fixed up the house, raked up pine needles, and settled in. I was preparing, unconsciously, for what was to come.

One morning in the spring of the 1999 I woke up and knew it was time to get a dog.

Max Part 1

I called a friend who lived in Phoenix and who, along with her daughters, were very connected with animals. Although I could have gotten a dog locally, I asked my friend to find me one.

A few days later she called and told me that one of her daughters knew a woman who had just picked up a young dog that was wandering on the freeway. The daughters picked him up and brought him to my friend’s house. I drove down and the moment I saw him knew he was my dog. I was going to name him Henry. I stayed the night and when I woke up the next morning I knew his name was really Max.

Angelica:

Animals have names and tell their people what they are and what they want to be called. Sometimes the humans disregard what they are told.

Max was out of control. I called him Mad Max. He was fear aggressive and dominant aggressive. He was never socialized, never learned how to play or get along with other dogs. I socialized him and taught him how to play. I worked with him for a year before I felt comfortable bringing him around other people without a muzzle. I suspected he was abused by kids and by males. He never got over his dislike of bicycles, motorcycles, thunder or certain people.

We settled into living in relative solitude, hiking on the many trails and National Forest areas that were close by, playing low-head (a game I invented with Max), and driving 20 miles to a park complex early in the morning where I would train him. We walked around, undisturbed, going into the various sport fields in the park and, after several months, going to another park where I got him used to being around people without constantly being worried as to what he might try to do to them.

Shortly after he came to live with me, I brought him to see a woman named Darlene who communicated with animals and who was trained in Chinese medical practices exclusively for animals. I considered what she did as energy work, similar to Reiki.

The first thing that Max said to her was I’m big, I’m black and I can kill anything I want. It got much better after that. I would bring a list of questions; Darlene would ask him the question and tell me his answers. As the sessions progressed, I started to get the sense that Max knew much more than just dog stuff and started to ask him questions that were more esoteric. I asked him about our land and what he saw going on there. He told me he was one of my Spirit guides who manifested in the physical because that’s what I needed. He told me that we had had many lifetimes together, including those of roaming the mountains. I knew that he was referring to the mountain of Appalachia. It was the first time I had a clear image of a past lifetime and thought it was interesting but not significant. Over the years our conversations expanded in scope and Max was able to diagnose medical conditions and recommend remedies. He told me about the ringing in my ears (something I had told nobody about – including him), my continual headaches and my weak heart. He told me how to treat these problems. I did as he recommended and all the problems were fixed.

Sometime during one of our sessions, Max was lying on rug in Darlene’s office and, all of a sudden, she started telling me that he had tapped into some higher energy, one she didn’t know, and for me to ask questions because she didn’t know how long this connection would last. Over the years, Max made this connection several times and it always left me scrambling to come up with questions very quickly.

James and Max

After I stopped working, I started spending more time outside, which included looking up. I saw lines of white vapor coming from the back of airplanes as they flew across the sky from the back of airplanes as they flew. Sometimes there was one plane and sometime there were up to twelve planes, all emitting lines of white vapor over a wide area in either a checkerboard pattern or seemingly at random. These trails did not dissipate but merely spread out until a once vibrant blue sky was the color of dingy, white clouds. I had never seen anything like that before and watched as this occurred, sometime day after day, without knowing the purpose of this activity.

In 1999 I listened to an interview with a researcher who talked about chemtrails. He elaborated on the components of this mixture being sprayed by highflying aircraft. I knew that was what I have been watching for over a year. I started doing my own research and found out about orgone energy. I learned about the creation of negative orgone and how to counteract it with the creation of positive orgone energy.

I built a device to passively generate positive orgone energy; to fill the air with it and to dissipate the negative energy being dispersed by the aircraft I had been observing.

At the time I had two pickup trucks; a little truck and a bigger truck. I used little one to travel around my area and big one for road trips. I would open the passenger door of either truck and Max would jump in and we would be off. He always rode up front with me. Sometimes, when I left him in the truck to go into a store, he would sit in the driver’s seat and honk the horn. I told people that he thought I was taking too long and he want to get going. It always made me laugh.

One day, after the orgone generating device was built, I opened the door to the little truck and Max refused to jump inside. No matter what I did, he wouldn’t do it. We walked to the other truck, I opened the door and he jumped in with no hesitation.

I talked to him, through Darlene, and he told me that two sorcerers were sitting