Eliza: On Reuniting with a Soul Fragment
Some of what follows may be taken by some readers as unintentionally offensive or controversial, but is not meant to be so. I am a peaceful person simply writing an account of what I have experienced. You can accept it as truth or leave it behind if it does not resonate. It is MY truth and comes from my heart… to you, my readers. This is also a lengthy piece, which I have written in the middle of the night. It is best read on a computer or Ipad, rather than a cellphone due to the length.
So what are Soul Fragments and why is it important to reunite with them? According to a modern version of shamanism, started primarily by Michael Harner, a soul fragment is a part of a soul that “breaks off” during trauma. This fragment can remain in an area where the trauma took place, basically forever, or until recollected into the primary Soul and returned to the Light from which it first came. Anyone who has lived upon this planet, especially in the last 15,000 years or so, has experienced some trauma, big or small. It doesn’t matter. Every bit of your soul needs to be gathered up and returned to the original essence from which it came or you will be compelled to reincarnate, again, to get the job done. There are many ways to go about this, through shamanic ritual and ceremony, through spiritual clearing… and through conscious reconnection with soul memory of the one who is lost. And so, last summer, I finally came in contact with a part of my soul that had been bereft of his people and his homeland for a long, long time.
For nearly six years now, I have lived near the area where Chief Joseph and his people, the Wallowa Band of the Nez Perce, made their home, between the Snake River and what is now called the Eagle Cap Wilderness, a sub-range of the Blue Mountains of Oregon. The Joseph area, named for two famous Indian chiefs from the area, is a less than a three-hour drive away from where I live, not far in the vast open reaches of the American West.
Even though more than a hundred years have passed since Joseph and his small band were forced to flee from government forces, the area is still lightly settled, except for an assortment of towns located along the Wallowa River, including Wallowa, Lostine, Enterprise and Joseph. Only Enterprise is somewhat striving. The other three towns have shriveled up due to the timber industry and Forest Service leaving the area. The area has become a draw for tourists, due to the tremendous natural beauty of the mountains, rivers and one of the largest lakes in the area, Wallowa Lake. There has been much change since the time of Joseph, but the mountains and the land endure, as do the vast skies and flowing waters of the great rivers, who still carry some of the salmon, sacred food for the Nez Perce and other nearby tribes.
Last summer, I spent a couple of days at Wallowa State Campground, camping there along with hundreds of other people from all over. It is a very popular site for Oregon and is open all year. When I was there, I walked all around the valley, what I could, as the area has become quite built up with private cabins and small resorts. Apparently the State of Oregon has sold off some of the lands that were originally a wildlife refuge.
I first visited the area back in about 1980, when I was still married to my husband, David. We were returning to Washington from an extended camping / hiking trip, where we also visited his uncle who lived in Missoula, Montana. We stayed overnight at Wallowa State Park, but, at that time, I was not impressed by the place as the campsites were very small and cramped. The next day, we climbed the East Fork Wallowa River Trail to Aneroid Lake and camped there overnight. The next day, we drove back through the highway that follows the Wallowa River towards La Grande and then drove over the pass back into Washington. It would be the last time I would visit the area for nearly 30 years.
When I moved to Walla Walla late in the summer of 2008, I came to Eastern Washington to work. I remembered the nearby mountains a bit, having spent some time there on a four-day hiking trip, traversing a small section of the newly created Wenaha-Tucannon Wilderness Area. Little did I realize why I was drawn to this area – I had lived near here before in another lifetime…
I’ve been a hiker and backpacker for much of my adult life save those periods when incapacitated due to physical illness. Although I’ve slowed down quite a bit over the years, I was still eager to explore some of the region as best I could through the means of camping and day hikes. I wasn’t up for backpacking any more, as climbing while carrying a backpack had just become too burdensome. So I chose to go camping instead.
The first year I spent a summer in the area, I didn’t go camping until after Labor Day weekend. I’ve never been one for crowds and after working in a stressful environment, I wanted some peace and quiet. So I headed towards the Wallowa area, first checking on a local State Park and finally ending up on Bear Creek.
The bear, being a power animal for me, proved a good choice. At the end of the road there was a small campground, called Boundary Camp. I settled in and found that I had a couple of days without too many other visitors to the area. One day, I also drove my car through the string of towns along the Wallowas going towards Joseph. I ended up at Wallowa State Park, just driving through the area, looking at the changes wrought by the years since I first visited. It looked like a fair ground, strewn with miniature golf courses, a tramway, riding stables, resorts and cabins, along with the sizeable park. I wasn’t impressed at all.
The next couple of years, I spent some more time exploring the various canyons that were accessible to my little car. I camped and did some day hikes, realizing that I wasn’t able to get to the center of the wilderness any more, but content enough to nibble along the edges of it. It was enough to get out of town and away from my work place. In the process, I crossed and criss-crossed much of the area originally claimed by the Wallowa Band of the Nez Perce.
One year, I spent a couple of nights at Buckhorn Campground, a non-descript, run-down little camp located on the rim above the Snake River. It was also the beginning of the trail which Joseph and his people took to escape from the soldiers who were pursuing them in an effort to get them to go quietly to the reservation grounds set aside for the Nez Perce in Idaho.
Last year, I decided to try and stay a couple of nights at Wallowa State Park. My co-workers were concerned about my traveling and camping alone. I told myself that it would be safer in the State Park and I was curious about the place, even despite the apparent lack of appeal of the area.
I was stunned by my reaction to being in the valley. It felt like home to me. My camp was located not far from the Wallowa River. I could hear the low roar of the slightly swollen stream as it was filled with the snow-melt of mid-June. The weather was stormy when I arrived, with rain showers. After setting up camp,, I drove to the Zumwalt Prairie, the grasslands located northeast of Joseph in hopes of catching some of the spring flowers and took pictures of the moody weather returning later to my humble campsite.
The next day proved a bit drier, so I decided to try a trip up the tramway to the top of Mount Howard. The views from the top were stupendous, looking into the center of the Eagle Cap Wilderness, as well as the territorial views to the north and east, towards the Seven Devils Range, in Idaho. They were views that encompassed a large portion of the region that had originally been claimed as their homeland by the Wallowa Band of the Nez Perce. It was a land that was sacred to the people.
I knew a little about how the Nez Perce had lived in the area. They summered in the region of where the town of Joseph is now located, using the grass of the well-watered valley to fed their herds of cattle and horses. They hunted in the mountains and gathered nuts, berries and roots in the canyons, hillsides and valleys. In the winter, they moved their camps down towards the Snake River, sheltering in the warmer river canyons, still hunting and fishing, while mainly eating the meal made from beaten roots of the camas, as well as dried salmon and other natural foodstuffs found in the area.
There were also caves and protected areas located along the rivers where the natives could shelter during the winter storms. Life was harsh, but the people were free. They also crossed the Snake periodically to join other tribes in the area that is now Idaho and even into Montana, to participate in large communal hunting for wapiti and the forest bison that lived in the mountains. Tradition maintains that Young Joseph was born in a cave located in the east bank of Joseph Creek, which runs north to the Grande Ronde River, through the steep-sided Joseph Canyon. I have also driven past this canyon, across the source waters of Joseph Creek, on my way to find a camping area on one of my trips.
That same summer after my first venture in staying at Wallowa State Park, I decided to go back during the week before Labor Day. I stayed in a spot located very close to where there would be nightly presentations held by campground volunteers. The program for the week while I was staying there was about Chief Joseph and the Nez Perce War.
For four nights, I watched part of an old movie about Chief Joseph, his people and their travails during the late 19th century. The movie was augmented by a lecture given by a volunteer who had been doing this sort of thing for years. The entire presentation gave a good overview of what had taken place some hundred years or so in the past in this very area.
When I was walking around the resort, I picked up a book about Joseph. I have yet to read it, but will, especially given what I was told yesterday by a good friend via Facebook… that Chief Joseph was a soul fragment of MY soul and I was here to reclaim him so I could take this fragment back with me as part of my re-blending with Higher Self.
The day that I left the campground, I was almost at the edge of Joseph when I decided to stop and look at the new National Site located on the outskirts of the little town of Joseph, dedicated to the memory of Joseph and his people. As I walked along the trail, climbing up a dry grassy ridge, I felt a presence settle into my body. It was male, Native American, a very solemn, sad and dignified man. I didn’t want to admit it at the time, but it was Young Joseph.
Together, we looked over the site. I made some brief prayers and calls to Archangel Michael to release whatever spirits were lingering in the place so that they could return to the Light. As I sensed this presence was not hostile or threatening, I allowed him to use my eyes to survey the area. He was very, very sad, but pleased that I brought some healing energy to the place.
As “we” walked further, I crossed a creek and then climbed back up the ridge and turning saw a young bear ambling across the grassy ridge to the north of where I was standing. I took this as a sign, as thanks for the calls that I had just made, as the bear has been a totem animal for me for a long time. When I returned to my car, I began to “hear” someone else come in, a being called, “White Cloud”. Later that day when I arrived home, I channeled a couple of messages from “White Cloud”, but really I feel now that I was channeling Joseph. I just couldn’t admit it at the time.
Soul fragments are parts of souls that break off due to trauma and violent death. In reading about the latter years of Chief Joseph, his life and that of his people was traumatic enough to cause great pain and a splitting of the soul essence, leaving a portion of it in the land that he so loved, the land where his father and mother were buried. My unconscious purpose in visiting those lands, living near those lands, was to re-claim this portion of my Soul, so that when I returned home this autumn, I would not be compelled to reincarnate to complete the process.
As a white woman, I feel somewhat awkward in claiming that Chief Joseph is a part of my soul, but there it is. The synchronicity of it all was just too obvious.
My friend told me this past year that I was in the area because I had been a Nez Perce in another lifetime. As these “past” lifetimes are actually simultaneous in nature, I was actually in the area where Joseph was experiencing the events that tore apart his life and the life of his beloved people. I could “feel” the great sorrow that lay upon the land to the north of the shores of Wallowa Lake. I could also feel the sacred quality of the Wallowa River where it flowed into the lake. I had seldom felt so at peace as I did while sitting there on a log looking at the clear waters flowing by.
Last night, my primary spiritual counselor and mentor, at least for this portion of my journey, told me that Chief Joseph was a part of “me”. He was quite clear about it. Again, I didn’t want to hear about it. Joseph was too prominent a historical figure in the area, too much of a figure of popular imagination and native heritage for me, a white woman, to claim as part of my soul essence. However, I knew that Lord Adrigon spoke truth. And his statement was confirmed by another light worker like myself.
As have many lightworkers, I have often wondered about my starry origins. For years, I have known that I had a profound connection to Sanat Kumara and that it was even possible that I was a member of his family. As the years passed my hunch was confirmed, especially when I was given my “spiritual” name, Tazjima Amariah Kumara. There… I was at least a Kumara, but still didn’t know what that meant.
A couple of years ago, I also discovered a new angle to my origins. I was confirmed as a Pleiadian star seed. I didn’t know much about the Pleiadians other than they appeared to be quite active assisting with the current transition from one major cycle, one of great darkness, to a new cycle of light, the dawning golden age. In one book, by Barbara Marciniak, the Pleiadians called themselves the Bringers of the Dawn. They were present in our solar system, as part of the fleet of the Galactic Federation of Light, made up of many ships from star nations supporting what has become known as “Project Earth”, to assist in the birthing of a new age for planet Earth and ultimately, this entire Universe. That story is too long to get into at this time, so I will continue on with mine.
This past spring while in the midst of the most serious illness that I have had for at least twenty years, I found out more about the Kumaran connection… and how it correlated with the Pleiadian. A Sirian light worker / starseed informed me after a short acquaintance via Facebook and Skype, that one aspect of my Higher Self was a blended being, having a father from the Pleiades and a mother from the planet Venus, sister planet to Earth in our own solar system. This explained a lot for me… why the word, “Pleiades” set off an internal trigger… why I felt so close to Sanat Kumara and his dedication in saving humanity after the Fall of Atlantis and Lemuria. My spiritual lineage was connected to both of these great ascended cultures and their purpose for assisting the people of Earth towards ascension.
In establishing that I was truly a starseed I began to understand a lot about how my current lifetime has unfolded. I have experienced a great deal of rejection, from family members, co-workers and those who claimed to be “friends” at one time or another, simply because I was “different”. I didn’t think like a normal Earth human… or at least what passed for “normal” in a very sick Western culture. I was extremely sensitive, somewhat psychic… and as I grew older, became aware that I was also empathic to a high degree and could learn things about people by just being near them for a few moments. And I began to channel spiritual messages from entities, mostly Pleiadian sources. Two years ago, I started this blog and have periodically brought forth messages from The Council of Nine and other Pleiadian, as well as Venetian (from Venus) sources. Little did I know at first, but I was actually channeling a Being whom I have come to know, love and remember… Lord Adrigon, the Lord of the Pleiades and Master Commander of the Pleiadian Fleet… and a member of my starry, far-flung family.
In the case of when a soul is in the process of ascending, it is a good idea to pick up the pieces as it were, pieces of the soul left here and there through trauma experienced in various “past” life scenarios as well as this lifetime. The trauma can be of short duration or long, depending on the circumstances. In the case of Chief Joseph, his trauma extended from the time of the death of Chief Joseph or Old Joseph in 1875 or so until his own death in 1904 at the Colville Indian Reservation, located far to the north of his old homeland, in the State of Washington. After his capture by American forces some 40 miles short of refuge in Canada, he and what remained of his people, were taken prisoner and sent to Oklahoma for many years. Many of the Wallowa band perished from disease and starvation; their ponies also died by the hundreds. Joseph spoke up as an advocate of his people returning to their homeland, but their voices were not heard by the American authorities. He ended up his days a broken man, bereft of much of his kin, in a land far from the beloved valley where his father was buried.
And so cycles come full circle and this one for me and for Joseph is coming to an end. I have been in the process of re-blending with my Higher Self for some months now. And as I have had much recent experience in clearing negative energies and integrating portions of self, I guess Lord Adrigon, as my re-blending counselor and primary mentor, decided that I was ready to for this next step… to re-integrate or claim a once lost soul fragment of mine so I could incorporate this “part” of my greater multidimensionality while undergoing the process of ascension, along with the planet and other lightworkers.
I have conversed briefly with the spirit that is Chief Joseph. He recognizes me, as he did when we were standing on the ridge to the north of Wallowa Lake, both feeling sad about the demise of the Nez Perce people of that region. In the years of my residence in the area, I have come to regard that area as a very special, even sacred place, which still draws many visitors to it year after year. It was a place where I felt a great peace within, a sense of oneness and belonging. The part of me that felt that way was Joseph, but now he realizes that he belongs to another place and is willing to join up with me.
The link below leads to a military account of the Nez Perce War:
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