Drops of Dew

By Kleopatra Kristbjörg

In her new life she meets many of the people she knew in her previous life. While they look different, she recognizes their souls. The soul retains its experience from its previous lives, seeking out those with whom it was connected, for good or bad. This it feels unconsciously.

What the two stories in this book have in common

• Language: English
• Publisher: West Point Print and Media LLC
• Release date: Nov 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781956001990

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ISBN 978-1-956001-98-3 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-956001-99-0 (eBook)

Copyright © 2021 by Kleopatra Kristbjörg

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Printed in the United States of America

Icelandic Author

Kleopatra Kristbjörg

Published books:

2005: Drops of Dew (Pastlife), Iceland - 2010: USA

2006: Copy Cat World

(The book that has saved many lifes), Iceland - 2010: USA

2008: A good time to die (Past life) Iceland.

2008: Winternight (Childrens book), Iceland

2010: Blowballs All Over, Iceland

2012: Kleopatra Lost off the road Iceland.

2015: Hunbogi and Vera. Iceland.

Contents

Foreword

Preface

Forget-me-not

Drops of Dew

Foreword

What the two stories in this book have in common is that they take p lace in America and tackle related matters, even if they do so in different ways; the borders of human life where strange forces are at play. The author clearly states in the foreword how the two stories can be traced back to her dreams. The first one, Forget-me-not, tells the story of a motherless child, Gabrielle, otherwise known as Forget-me-not, who is raised by a mystical Indian woman, Tara, and discovers that she herself possesses supernatural powers. This results in her father trying to win her back so that he can profit from her talents. As stepmother and daughter try to escape his clutches, their flight becomes the dramatic plot on which the story centers, and Gabrielle tells it in an unpretentious and sensitive manner. The second story, Drops of Dew, is longer and has greater impact. It tells the story of orphaned identical twin sisters, Irma and Irsa, who are so alike in their appearances that it is impossible to tell them apart, although on the inside, they are quite different. Irsa is the one who tells the story. The two sisters grow up in a convent until they are fostered by a wealthy couple who have a mentally disabled son. Everything is perfect until they reach puberty and decide that they would like to choose their own husbands against the wishes of their foster parents. The sequence of events in this story is a whole lot quicker than in the first one, and much more dramatic, especially toward the end. The ending will come as a great surprise to readers. The story is written with great sensitivity and passion, and will stay with the reader long after it has finished. Both stories show great promise as the writers’ first project and tackle subjects that are both unique and thought provoking.

Sigurður A. Magnússon

Preface

Some people take up meditation to experience their past lives; others sometimes experience t hem through hypnotism, but I dream about them. Often, they come to me in bits, and then I have to piece them together.

Those who enter their past lives often recognize the people there as the people who are with them in this life, friends or relatives, even if they look different or are of a different nationality. That is how it works with me. I know the people that I have seen in past lives, although, of course, I do not know them all and some I have yet to get to know.

When I get to know new people, I can tell whether I have known them before in a past life or lives. I feel like I know some of them and not others, and I only connect with the people that I know, that is, those that I have known in a past life. Some people I know in and out and trust completely, even though I have never seen them before. I have often thought about how peculiar this is and wondered about it, but I got an explanation when I experienced my past lives and recognized people there that I feel connected to in this life.

I decided to keep a record of these dreams, write them down in books, and last autumn, I started to make a story out of them. Fact or fiction? I do not know, but all I can say is this: These are my past lives. Mine and the other people who appear in the stories and they are the same people who are with me today, although not all of them. I have lived many lives and this book contains only two of them.

When I sleep, I return to the past, to the olden days, and I meet myself and others whom I know today. I see the course of my life, and that of others, throughout many lives and I understand various things that were previously a mystery to me. For example, why am I interested in this? Why do I like him even though I cannot stand him, or more to the point, even though I should not be able to stand him? Why do I dislike this woman even though I do not know her? Why is a certain woman such a good friend of mine even though she has so many character traits that I would not tolerate in others? Why can I not eat meat? Why am I so terrified of spiders? Why am I so terrified of fire?

Why did I overprotect my children? Why do I feel that I do not deserve love? Why do I always feel rejected even though no one is rejecting me?

Why do I feel that nobody could love me? Why am I so fascinated by Native Americans? Why does this place feel so familiar even though I have never been here before?

I could carry on like this and people often ask me about these things, but I do not know the reasons why. But perhaps the answers lie in our past lives.

For example,

You have loved him so many times before.

She was your enemy in a different life or lives; she hurt you in many ways or even killed you.

You have had bad experiences of spiders or fires in past lives; perhaps you were killed by a spider or you perished in a fire.

You were married before, perhaps many times. She was very dear to you in a past life, or perhaps in several.

Your children were taken away from you or you lost them, perhaps many times in past lives.

You have been rejected so many times in past lives. Perhaps you were an orphan and nobody wanted you.

You have had good experiences of Native Americans in past lives. Perhaps you were one yourself?

This place feels familiar because you have been here before, perhaps many times. Perhaps you lived here in a different life.

You should view the present in light of the past and let the cairns guide you on your way. Life is a road and the cairns are there to guide a lost traveller.

Life is a journey toward maturity, and that is why it is also a difficult journey. Through suffering we mature, learn, feel, seek, find. We get stronger and tougher, and we learn on the way.

Difficult experiences increase our maturity; we become more open-minded, more understanding, and more tolerant. Each experience brings more maturity, and we learn from our mistakes.

The cairns guide us on our journey through life, and each stone in our cairns is an experience we have had, difficult experience and/or a mistake that we have made that might even have gotten us lost. We lost the road and perhaps we lost our way and got confused. Or it may be that we have strayed from the road but then found it again.

But let it be a lesson to us and let us learn from it.

That is why we build cairns from the stones, and let each stone in the cairns hold the memory that will guide us on our way so that we will not stray again, but instead stay on the road and follow it into the light, our goal! But some cairns are made of stones from centuries ago, from the past, and they are our past lives.

I have always had lots of vivid dreams, and eventually, I started to realize that these dreams that I have during the night were coming true during the day. Yes, they came true, and later, they became like my instructions through life, just like traffic signs and the highway code.

I started to write down all my dreams, and through time, I was able to read the signs and what they meant for me. Some dreams were so lucid that they happened in reality almost exactly like I had dreamt them.

If I was troubled when I went to bed, then, more often than not, I dreamt a solution to the problem and following it often brought me great fortune.

So, these dreams have helped me a lot. Sometimes I also dream about things that will happen the following day.

But when I started having strange dreams that did not seem to have anything to do with reality, I was very confused. They were so odd and they did not take place in our time, and a lot of them seemed to be stories about things that happened centuries ago. It was as if I was watching a film in my sleep! Some of the dreams had manors and castles, palaces, kings, and queens. Of course, these dreams did not come true during my waking hours and I could not use them for guidance in my life. So why on earth was I having these dreams? What was I supposed to do with them?

Yet I still thought they were so interesting that I just had to write them down.

These dreams started coming about fifteen years ago, and they come in between the other dreams that I call my dreams of guidance.

During the fifteen years since the dreams started coming, I have met with many mediums, and I think that all those mediums have told me that these dreams were very important and that they had some meaning. The dreams had messages for me. My subconscious was so active that I had been provided with a guide because I had great mystical talents.

In 1998, I went to see a woman by the name of Sigrún Sigurðardóttir who worked as a medium in Síðumúli in Reykjavík. She was the first medium to tell me that while I was sleeping, I often visited my past lives. I reached my uncounsciousness at a certain stage in my sleep and that is where I saw and experienced many of my past lives. She explained how I should use these dreams to help me in this life, that we are always dealing with karma debts, and that is why we always meet and connect with the same people life after life. We meet our friends and our relatives again and again, but also our enemies because we owe them something, or they owe us something.

She explained the karma of life to me and told me that, at a certain stage in my sleep, it was not dreams that came to me, but knowledge. This knowledge could help and educate both me and others.

View the present in the light of the past. Let’s have a good look at everything that has passed and learn from it. Where did we make mistakes? How? Why? But everything that has passed is not only the past in this life, but also the past of the previous centuries.

But the principle of life is the principle of cause and effect. As man sows, so will he reap. Everything we give comes back to us, be it good or bad. Everything comes back to haunt us. If we do not pay our debts in this life, we have to deal with them in the next life. We meet again and again, life after life, whether we are friends or enemies. That is the karma of our lives and we have to deal with our karma debts. Throughout our lives, we also have to deal with the restraints of our past and the restraints of our past lives. If anyone thinks that we have only one life, he should ask himself this question: What is the purpose then? Is the soul not eternal? The soul lives in different bodies life after life and gathers knowledge and maturity, and how you behave in this life depends on the maturity of your soul.

God does not discriminate between people, and that is why he gives us all the same gift when we are born, and it is a very clever gift because it is up to us whether it is good or bad. It depends on how we use it.

The gift is the principle, the principle of life, or that as man sows so will he reap. We have control over how our lives turn out; we make our own fortune or misfortune. God does not control it, apart from the fact that he gave this gift to all of us, a gift he made himself. He created the principle of life, which is his gift to us all.

But do our past lives really matter? My answer is yes. After having met Sigrún Sigurðardóttir, I started to use my past lives to help me in this life. She taught me how to do it and said that I, like everyone else, had a lot of baggage in this life that I had brought with me from past lives.

People just do not understand how important these past lives are. No, we just do not yet have the spiritual or intellectual maturity that is required. We are like wandering sheep and we do not understand the purpose of life. Our experiences in this field are very limited. In spite of the great technical advances of today, the mystery of life remains unsolved. But perhaps one day it will be possible to examine the journey of the soul, and subsequently, many people, or perhaps everyone, will be able to experience their past lives.

Everyone is entitled to their doubts, but because of my experiences, I do not doubt anymore, even though I am naturally a very skeptical person who keeps her head to the ground. I never believe anything unless I am able to see it with my own eyes and/or am able to touch it. What I have personally experienced has been confirmed by Sigrún Sigurðardóttir and, later, by many other mediums.

In many of my past lives, I was an identical twin and was always a girl. Mediums and other people who study the subject of past lives have told me that in this life I was only like half a person until I met my twin sisters. I have been unconsciously searching for them my whole life. That is right, and that is exactly how I have felt. But ten years ago, I met two sisters, and I felt immediately that they had been my twin sisters at some point. Immediately, and without thinking, I started to call them my sisters and they felt the same way I did. The three of us have since shared a great love and a special friendship.

Yes, the soul remembers, and it seeks out the souls that it has had strong connections with in past lives.

For many years people have asked me to write books, not necessarily about past lives, but sort of educational books or books about my personal experiences. Everyone who knows me has encouraged me to do so, even my children. A few of my friends have even begged me to do it, but I have always said no. Finally, this winter, I relented to one of my friends because she never gave up and would not leave the idea that I had to write a book alone. She was thinking of an educational book or perhaps a poetry book. I had to succumb and started to write, but the writing about past lives happened almost automatically. That is how the story of Forget-me-not came about, and then Drops of Dew. This friend of mine is one of the main characters in that story, but at the time, she had no idea.

Gabrielle is the main character in the story Forget-me-not, and she is reborn as Irsa in the next life and that life is what the story Drops of Dew is about.

Then she is born again and again and lives her life, life after life, and she connects with the same people again and again. The characters take on a different form in each life, but the souls are always the same. There are many stories because the lives are so many leading up to today, this life that we are living now. Not all the people get together in all the lives, but the people I connect with in this life have all been with me in some of my past lives. The two stories in this book both include the two women who have been my twin sisters in many lives, and quite often, all three of us were sisters.

We are all lost and seeking, seeking something, we just do not know what! Are we not simply looking for ourselves?

Are we looking for those we have always known? Perhaps some of us feel that we do not belong anywhere and that we do not belong with anyone. Does that mean that they have not found their home and the people they belong with? Maybe you are lost, confused, and cannot find the way home. We wander around in a confused state, always searching and always waiting for something or nothing. We are always competing and racing against each other and we forget God. Everyone has to allow themselves everything and have everything. Have everything, yet at the same time nothing. Have a lot of nothing!

So, few people realize that love is the strongest force and that it conquers everything. That the most beautiful and precious gift that is possible to give is love. That it is most important to live in the light of love. Love is the light and its rewards are plentiful.

God is the light and the road, and to live in his light is to have good fortune. Let love guide you in your life. That is what I tell myself in the hope that I will find my way home. Have you found your way home? Have I found my way home?

Forget-me-not

I was born in the American south, and up until the age of nine, I grew up in a small village surrounded by mountains. My mother died while giving birth to me. The old Indian woman who delivered me ended up raising me. She was a midwife and was good at her job. Nothing could have saved my mother who had been very sick throughout the pregnancy, which was her first. The doctor was fetched, but he could not save the life of my twin sister who was born just before me. She was stillborn, and at first they thought that I was too. We were wrapped in a cloth and put on a table in the room while Tara and the doctor struggled to save my mother, but my sister and I were considered dead.

Tara was nearing seventy, but she was as able-bodied and healthy, and people said she was a woman of great powers. Many believed that she had healing powers and they talked about how she had saved numerous lives. She was always referred to as Tara the Herb Woman. She made healing balms and potions from herbs that she chose and picked herself, and she made medicine that seemed to work miracles. She made drinks that she referred to as her strong and healthy herbal tea. Never before had anyone died in her care, and people said that it happened because she was getting old.

Tara never ate meat because she considered it detrimental to human health, and she raised me on fruit and vegetables as well as milk and corn produce. It was not for nothing that people referred to her as Tara the Herb Woman.

Tara was a very religious woman and people said she spoke to the angels. When she walked alone between houses to deliver children, she always spoke to the angels and asked her guardian angel for help so that everything would go well during the birth. It is said the she forgot to do that when she went to assist my mother, but remembered it at the last minute. That is why I was called Forget-me-not, and the name stuck.

But old Tara named me Gabrielle, and people said that was because she believed that the archangel Gabriel had saved my life—brought me back from the dead. As she tried to help my mother, she constantly muttered, Dear God, please save this woman and her children.

Then she begged, Dear God, please send your angel Gabriel to save at least one of the children.

By that time, my mother was already dead and my sister and I were wrapped in the cloth. The doctor had wrapped us in it while Tara fought a losing battle to save my mother. But the doctor shook his head and said, Give it up, Tara. There is nothing we can do, she is gone.

But old Tara shouted at the top of her voice, Archangel Gabriel, please have mercy and save at least one of the children!

All of a sudden, a pitiful cry came from within the cloth. The doctor was startled, but old Tara shouted, Look, she’s been touched by the Holy Spirit!

Then she rushed over to me and snatched the cloth away, but my father and his mother, my grandmother, who both lived with us, had just come into the room and witnessed what was happening. They had come into the room before and received the terrible news that my mother was dead and also both of the twins. My grandmother later said that this was the strangest and most amazing thing that she had ever witnessed in her life. I should have been dead, or at least I should have died wrapped in that cloth, I should have suffocated. But old Tara constantly muttered about how this child would be blessed with special gifts because it had been touched by the Holy Spirit. And indeed, I was blessed with special gifts!

Old Tara refused to hand me over to my father and insisted that I stay with her until she died, which would happen when she was ninety. But people said that she would live to be over a hundred. Old Tara the Herb Woman, she was never sick and she was light on her feet despite being seventy.

My father was in fact relieved that Tara took me into her care because my grandmother was not capable of looking after me. She suffered from arthritis and dementia, even though she was considerably younger that Tara. My father was the only one of her children who still lived in the village where they had been born. Grandmother used to say that she would have become an invalid a long time ago if it had not been for Tara’s herbal medicine.

My father remarried when I was three years old and had two sons with his new wife, but she