My Reincarnations: Time Traveler

By Earle W. Hanna Sr.

This book is about my reincarnations. Like many people I remember having past lives living here on earth. I have sometimes been someone that you may have read about in your history books and other times just your average man on the street which I really prefer. If you remember past lives or you have friends or realatives that remember past lives you may want to read my book. It does explain how and where some of us go after we die and how we return to earth. If you remember doing things that you have not done in your entire life and cant explain it you may want to read my book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Apr 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781490757360

Earle W. Hanna Sr.

I have been writing articles and short stories since I was fifteen. I am a member of the National Writers Association. My first published book was about time travel. The title is “Would You Be Interested in Traveling Through a Portal in Time?” It is a book of short stories about the adventures of time travelers and different ways that they have traveled back in time and how they managed to accomplish this either by invention or hapenstance.

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Copyright 2015 Earle W. Hanna sr.

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1 Paris

Chapter 2 Giorgio

Chapter 3 Arthur

Chapter 4 Gilbert

Chapter 5 William

Chapter 6 Daniel

Chapter 7 Erick

PREFACE

H ave you ever wondered what it would be like if you could travel forward or backward through time? Suppose someone invented a time machine that could transport you. Would you be willing to travel through time? Just think of the wonders that you would see. If you traveled to the past, you could see history in the making, or if you traveled to the future, you could learn the destiny of mankind.

What would you do if you had the ability to propel yourself through time, but you could only move forward? You could stop for a brief period in some distant future place and make a new life for yourself, and then you would have to move on, leaving your loved ones behind. Would you still want to travel through time?

Suppose that you had no choice. What if you had to travel forward through time? Maybe some strange force kept propelling you through time, making you move onward. After a brief stop when you were content living a new life, you were forced to move forward once again. It is possible that it is happening to you right now at this very moment, only you don’t realize it.

Have I confused you enough? Would I confuse you even more if I told you that you might be one of millions of time travelers, of which I am one? Yes, I am one! I have traveled forward through time for many centuries to reach the present. I have stopped for a while to start a new life only to be forced to move on once again.

There have been many times that I have wanted to return to the past, but it is not possible. You see, my friends, I don’t have a time machine. My physical body does not travel through time. My soul is the traveler. Each time my physical body dies, my soul leaves and travels to a place that is filled with light and beauty beyond compare.

Please try to understand that my soul and I are one. My soul is in this beautiful place for only a short time, when a man that calls himself my guardian meets me. Each time that we meet, he tells me that I must leave and enter a new body. I must be born again and start a new life. I am reincarnated over and over. My guardian has promised me that one day, when I have finally passed the test and my soul is pure enough, I will be allowed to remain in that beautiful place.

You say that you don’t believe me. Have you ever met someone for the first time in your life and you were positive that you knew this person? When you questioned them, they confirmed that they had never met you. They went to different schools, churches, and even lived in other cities and states. They may have even said that you looked familiar to them. How is this possible? Maybe the answer is reincarnation.

Unlike most people, I have total recall. Let me tell you my story, and perhaps you will become a believer.

CHAPTER 1

Paris

I should start my story by telling you that through most of my life, I have been an average middle-class small business owner and operator. I have always enjoyed working with my customers and treating them with honest respect. I love being with my family, especially now that I have retired. But that is enough about my present current life for now. Let me tell you why I am writing my story. Unlike most people, I have total recall of past lives that I have lived, so let me take you back to my very first memories.

My very existence first started as nothing, void, complete darkness, and a black abyss, when suddenly, out of nowhere, there came a blinding flash of light, with the crashing sound of thunder and lightning. There was a spectacular flood of light completely obliterating all darkness. I started to speak! I could actually talk!

I was a small child standing in a large room. There were very elaborate designs and murals painted on each wall. A man was standing next to me, looking out of an open window. He turned away from the window and looked down at me and said, Paris, go out and play with your brother and sister. I can hear Hector and Cassandra calling for you.

Yes, Father, I replied. I never disobeyed my father. No one did, not even his soldiers. My father was Priam, king of Troy.

I left the room and ran out into the courtyard where I found my elder brother Hector and our little sister Cassandra. We decided to play soldiers and save Cassandra from some imaginary enemy.

We were having fun until Cassandra suddenly stopped playing. She looked directly at me and said, Someday our city will be destroyed. Soldiers from a country far away will enter our walls and set it on fire. We will all die! Everyone in our city will be murdered, and it will be your fault, Paris!

Hector and I were startled by her comment. We knew that Cassandra sometimes had visions and could see things before they happened, but being children; we didn’t take her outburst seriously. We laughed and continued playing, little knowing, or caring that she may really have predicted our future.

King Priam, our father would often take Hector and me hunting. He taught us how to use the bow and bring down a deer with a single arrow. He showed us how to defend ourselves with the sword, dagger, and shield.

As I grew older, I became exceptionally good with the bow. By the time that I had reached my twentieth birthday, I was the best archer in Troy. Whenever I went on a hunt, I almost never missed a moving target. I loved competing in tournaments, and so did my friends. They also enjoyed wagering on my accuracy because they knew that it would make them richer.

One day an envoy from Sparta arrived in our city. My father received him in his throne room. After the man had left, a servant came to my chamber and announced, Sir, your father, King Priam, wishes to see you in the throne room immediately. I followed him without question.

When I entered the room, my father was seated on his throne. I bowed in front of him, and then he said, "I have a mission for you, my son. I want you to be Troy’s ambassador to Sparta and represent our country. Menelaus, their king, requested that I send one of my sons as a representative. The Spartans want to talk to us about increasing trade with our city. The Spartans are what you might call our friendly enemies. Keep your eyes open while you are there. I want to know their strength and weakness and if they are planning to invade Troy. I don’t think that anyone will suspect my own son of being a spy if he has been invited by their king.

Make sure that you give them no information about our strength and wealth. I think that they may be planning an invasion. I am sending you instead of Hector because I am putting him in charge of our army in the event that I may be right. Do you have any objections?

None at all, Father, I have been longing to go on such an adventure.

Spoken like a true Trojan, my son, but beware of the Greeks. If you suspect that you are in any danger, return home at once. The arrangements have all been made. You will stay with King Menelaus in his palace. The Spartan envoy will escort you there. Your ship sails tomorrow on the first tide. I want a full report on your return.

My father got off his throne and gave me a hug and said, Farewell, my son. Good luck on your mission, and please be very careful.

Don’t worry, Father, I will do my very best.

I left the room elated over my coming adventure. Then I went directly to the apartment of my mother, Queen Hecuba, and told her that my father was sending me to Sparta. She embraced me and said, Be careful, my son. The Greeks are full of treachery.

I’ll be all right. Don’t worry, Mother. I will come home safe and sound. Then I kissed her on the cheek and hurried off to my own apartment to pack for my journey.

The next morning, when I arrived at the dock, I met the envoy that was going to travel with me to Sparta. He introduced himself and told me that his name was Cosmas. I let him get on the ship first because I saw my sister Cassandra running down the dock, frantically waving her hands.

She was crying hysterically when she wrapped her arms around me. Then she sobbed. Please, Paris, please don’t go to Sparta. It will be the end of Troy! We will all die! Please, Paris, I beg of you don’t go.

I hated to see my sister so upset and tried to calm her by holding her in my arms. I said, Don’t worry, little sister. Everything will be all right, you’ll see. No harm will come to us.

After trying to console her, I got on the ship. Long after it had pulled away, I could see her in the distance still standing on the dock, with her head buried in her hands crying in frustration. During the long voyage to Sparta, I kept thinking, I must not do anything to endanger my people. Cassandra’s prophecies always come true.

Cosmas was quite friendly on our journey and seemed like a very nice man. He said that he had a son about my age and spoke about his family and friends and hardly ever said anything good about his king. He gave me the impression that Menelaus was a very greedy monarch that only cared about himself and not his people.

When we finally arrived in Sparta, Cosmas wished me farewell and good luck, and as soon as the ship had docked, the captain of the king’s guard was there to meet us. He bowed, and then he said, Welcome to Sparta, Prince Paris. King Menelaus also wishes you welcome. He has been anxiously awaiting your arrival. You are to be the guest of honor in his home. Please follow me, sir, and I will take you to the palace.

The captain escorted me to his waiting chariot, and I climbed on. After the captain had gotten on beside me, I noticed that there was another chariot waiting behind us, with another officer at the reins, and my envoy Cosmas had gotten on with him. The chariot pulled out ahead of us and started speeding up the street as we went at a rather leisurely pace through some winding streets until we reached a hilltop.

On top of the hill overlooking the city was the palace of King Menelaus. It was a very large building with a garden and high hedges surrounding it. We stopped in front of the garden. Anxious to look at the variety of plants and flowers in the garden, I jumped off the chariot and walked about twenty paces on a gravel pathway.

As I entered the garden, I immediately forgot about the plants and flowers because standing in front of me on the pathway was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen in my life. She was tall and had a perfect figure. The blue of her eyes were like gemstones. Her long blond hair was up with a braid and flowing to the middle of her back.

Our eyes met as if we were holding each other in a long passionate embrace. I knew at that moment that I had instantly fallen in love with her and could love no other woman until the day that I died. I thought that I was staring into the eyes of a goddess that had just come down to earth, and I was completely under her spell. We stood there with our eyes fixed on each other without saying a word for what seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly, the spell was broken by the voice of the captain of the guard, who was now standing next to me. He said, This is, Queen Helen, the wife of King Menelaus.

I was shocked into reality as I bowed. My dreams were shattered! I thought, how can I ever tell her of my love? She is the wife of the king!

Once again, I heard the captain say, Your Majesty, let me introduce you to Paris, prince of Troy.

Just as I was ready to speak, a short rotund man that looked extremely slovenly walked into the garden. He walked over to us and put his hairy arm around Queen Helen’s waist and pulled her close. Then he gave her a slobbery kiss on the lips. He next turned toward me and said, You must be Prince Paris. I see that you have met my beautiful wife, Queen Helen.

I bowed, knowing that this must be King Menelaus, and replied, Yes, I have, sire. I thought, how could Helen have married such a man? He looked disgusting and had to be at least twenty-five years her senior. The king of Sparta did not look anything like I had imagined.

Menelaus said in his booming voice, Come, Paris, my servant will show you to your apartment. Tonight we will have a feast in your honor, and you will dine at my table. While he was speaking, he kept crudely running his hand up and down Helen’s body. She just stood there motionless and showed no sign of emotion.

Menelaus called for his servant who was standing a short distance away, and I followed him to my apartment. I lay down on the bed to rest before dinner. As I lay there, my thoughts were of Helen and the animal that was her husband. Did she love him? How could she? I must get her out of my mind. I have to think of my mission.

I fell asleep, and when I awoke, I heard the sounds of people talking and laughing as they walked down the hallway past my apartment. I got out of bed and put on some fresh clothing. Then I left my apartment and followed the crowd down the hallway and into an enormous banquet hall.

In the banquet hall, there were about fifteen long wooden tables with at least twenty-five men and women seated at each. King Menelaus was seated at the head table, and he motioned for me to sit at his left side. As I was about to take my seat, he extended his left arm toward me and announced loudly, This is my honored guest, Prince Paris, the ambassador from Troy.

Everyone in the room stood up and bowed, which made me feel slightly embarrassed at receiving so much attention. Helen remained seated at the right side of her husband and was staring straight ahead as if she was trying to avoid looking in my direction.

During dinner, Menelaus kept stuffing food into his mouth and making all sorts of disgusting noises as he ate and drank. He paused from his guzzling for a moment to introduce me to the man sitting at my left. He said, This is my good friend, Achilles.

Achilles was a tall well-built man about thirty years of age. He had feminine features, shoulder-length curly black hair, and a well-trimmed curly black beard. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and they were piercing and sinister-looking.

Before I could make any reply, Achilles asked in an arrogant-sounding high-pitched voice, Why have the Trojans sent a boy to do a man’s job?

Trying to control my temper, I answered, We Trojans are trained from infancy to be warriors, and we are seasoned fighters by the time we reach our early twenties. Have you ever heard of a Trojan losing a battle? If my youthful face deceives your eyes, maybe you should look again.

Achilles’s face started to turn a very bright red. Menelaus, thinking that we may be about to fight, tried to calm our tempers and said, Please, let us have no arguments in my home, gentlemen.

Helen started to smile. Almost everyone that had heard our conversation started laughing. Most of their laughter seemed to be directed at Achilles because I had belittled him with my answer.

Achilles stood up and said in a whimpering childlike voice, I will not sit next to this braggart. Then he walked out of the room sulking.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, except for the fact that almost everyone in the banquet hall was making fun of Achilles and his childish display.

The next morning I went to the council chamber and met with King Menelaus and several dignitaries in charge of trade where we discussed possible trade agreements between Sparta and Troy. Although nothing was accomplished, except for some constructive suggestions, we decided to hold more meetings until I could take some trade agreements back to Troy.

After the meeting was over, I decided to take a walk down the hill behind the palace. There were some huge boulders scattered across the hill, and near the base was a large stand of trees. As I entered the cover of the trees, I heard something move about ten paces in front of me.

I started to draw my sword when, to my surprise, Queen Helen came out of hiding from behind a tree. She walked over to me and took me by the hand and said, Come with me, Paris.

Under the cover of the trees, we walked up to a blanket of twigs and leaves lying on a hillside and covering a space between two large boulders. She lifted the twigs that seemed to be woven to form a makeshift door. I followed her through the space and into a small cave. Inside, there were lighted torches mounted on the cave walls.

Helen turned to me and said, This is my secret place. No one but you and I know that this cave is here. I come here whenever I can sneak away from that animal, Menelaus. I was given to him like a goat or a basket of grain at a very young age to be his wife. I hate that pig!

Helen put her arms around me and pressed her beautiful body close to mine. As I embraced her, she said, Love me, Paris. I need your love.

I feel like I am holding a goddess in my arms. I have loved you from the first moment that our eyes met in the garden.

We kissed, leaving the passion burn inside of us, when suddenly Helen pulled free of our embrace. She held on to my hand and led me to a bed at the rear of the cave. The mattress was stuffed with goose feathers, covered with a silk sheet, and a soft warm blanket. We laid there entwined in each other’s arms until late afternoon.

Helen left the cave first, and I kept watch until I was positive that she was safely inside the palace. I looked around and made sure that no one was in the area, and then I left the cave. Once out of the wooded area, I walked around the hill and entered the palace from the front entrance so that I wouldn’t arouse any suspicion.

We continued to steal away and meet in Helen’s cave whenever she could get away from Menelaus. The next month was like being in paradise for both of us until it suddenly ended one morning.

I was walking through the garden on my way to the cave when I heard the voices of Menelaus and Achilles. They were standing behind some large bushes that were nearby and seemed to be arguing. I hid behind a large boulder that was close to them and listened to their argument.

Menelaus said, "I have two hundred ships ready for the attack. I am going to visit my brother Agamemnon on the isle of Crete and ask him to join us. Come with me, Achilles, and you can settle your differences with each other. With his help and the combined forces of both you and Odysseus, we can launch a thousand ships.

I’m going to send Paris home to Troy with false trade proposals. The Trojans will never suspect an attack. We will catch them off guard, and they will be at our mercy. The wealth of Troy will be ours for the taking!

Achilles started to scream in his high-pitched voice, I won’t help you if Agamemnon is with us. I hate him! He is always laughing at me and making up stories about me behind my back.

Menelaus said, I can’t stand this childish bickering between the two of you. I leave for Crete in the morning to persuade my brother to join me. If neither of you want to help, I won’t include either of you in my plans. I’ll attack Troy with my own army, and the spoils will be mine!

I heard Menelaus leave the garden and walk into the palace mumbling something out loud. Achilles wasn’t far behind, laughing like an idiot in his high-pitched voice.

I hurried to the cave as soon as I could without being seen. Helen was waiting for me, and I told her what I had heard in the conversation between Menelaus and Achilles. I said, I have to leave for Troy immediately to warn my people.

Helen replied, Wait until Menelaus leaves for Crete, and then we will run away together. We can go to Egypt, and he will never find us. Agamemnon and Achilles won’t stop quarreling long enough to help him, and Menelaus will rush to Troy by himself when he returns and finds that I am not here. He will know that I went with you. If he has no help, the Trojans will destroy Menelaus and his army, and we will all be safe.

Your plan sounds good, and I think that it will work. I love you so much that I would agree to anything. I put my arms around Helen and held her close, never wanting to let her go.

Helen kissed me and whispered in my ear, I can’t wait, my darling. We will be so happy living in Egypt, and I have enough gold and jewels to keep us living well for the rest of our lives.

The next morning Menelaus met me as I was coming out of my apartment. He had a leather pouch tucked under his arm that he handed to me. He said, Here are some trade agreements that I would like you to give to your father, King Priam. I’m sure that he will approve of them. I must leave for Crete on official business. However, you are welcome to stay in my home for as long as you wish.

I felt like drawing my sword and running it through his black heart. Instead, I said, Thank you for your hospitality, but I must return to Troy. I will tell my father how graciously you and your people treated me. I wish you a safe journey to Crete.

Menelaus said, Thank you. Then he walked out to the front of the palace where his chariot was waiting.

I followed him out and watched as he climbed onto the chariot. Then he shouted, Hurry up, Helen my love. We don’t want to keep the ship waiting. Helen came out of the palace and walked over to the chariot. Menelaus lifted her on beside him, and they rode off.

I thought he is taking her to Crete. Our plans will be ruined! Will I ever see her again? What will I do without Helen? My life won’t be worth living!

Depressed and thinking that I would never see her again, I walked out into the garden and sat on a bench. I sat there for what seemed to be hours when suddenly I heard the sound of a chariot rumbling up the road toward the palace. I looked up and saw the captain of the guard driving Helen back to the palace. My depression went away instantly, and I was happy to see her once again.

After the captain had escorted Helen into the palace, I went down to the cave and waited for her. When Helen finally entered the cave, I threw my arms around her and embraced her as if I hadn’t seen her in years. I almost smothered her with kisses, and then I said, I thought Menelaus was taking you with him to Crete.

Helen pulled slightly away from me and looked into my eyes and smiled. She said, "You were worried about me! There was no need for you to worry. Menelaus would never take me with him. He doesn’t trust Agamemnon, even if he comes near me, and he is another animal! He has already offered to buy me if Menelaus becomes dissatisfied with me.

We must leave as soon as possible. She handed me some gold coins and said, Go down to the docks and hire a ship so that we can make our escape tomorrow morning. Tell the captain that you will be traveling with your manservant. I will be in disguise.

Are you sure that you can fool the captain and his crew dressed as a manservant?

Don’t worry, you won’t even recognize me.

I found a small ship tied up at one of the docks. The captain was on board, so I asked him, Can you take me and my manservant to Egypt?

He replied, If the price is right, I will take you to the end of the earth.

We agreed on his fee, and I gave him a few gold coins as a deposit, with the balance to be paid when we arrived in Egypt.

Thank you, sir, we will leave tomorrow morning on the first light and catch the early tide.

Helen and I boarded the ship in the morning. She was dressed in an ankle-length hooded robe that completely obscured her features. If I were to have passed her on the street, I would have thought that she was a man. The captain didn’t recognize her as she followed me to our cabin like an obedient servant.

After our trunks were brought in, I closed the door, and we embraced each other tightly. We were both scared, and I could feel our hearts pounding as we held each other so close that we could hardly breathe. Our only thought and hope at that moment was that no one was suspicious.

Suddenly, we heard scurrying out on the deck. I moved away from Helen and started to draw my sword. Helen held her breath, not knowing if the cabin door was going to burst in. Then we heard the captain yell, Cast off! We were safe.

As we were sailing toward Egypt, I was becoming deeply tormented by the