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Miraculous acknowledgment of WWI ancestor on 11/11

A commemorative coin I picked up in Saltcoats, Scotland, 2019

It’s 11/11, Veterans Day in the United States. For many New Agers, seeing all ones on the calendar or clock has an angelic meaning, especially at 11:11 on 11/11. In fact, I just happened to be awake at 1:11 this morning and took a screen shot on my phone. Today, however, I’m reminded of something that happened over a hundred years ago — the celebration of Armistice Day and the end of WWI — and I’ve got a marvelous story to tell about synchronicity and an honored ancestor.

My mom’s paternal ancestry is wholly Scottish and her grandmother Helen’s little brother, Buchan Littlejohn, was my second great uncle. Helen raised Buchan and her four younger siblings after their mother died when Helen was fourteen and Buchan was seven.

Kilmarnock Standard, November 4, 1916

Buchan joined the Royal Scots Fusiliers shortly after WWI was declared. A Lance Corporal, he was wounded and sent home in July 1915. He spent eight months convalescing before being sent to France in March 1916. He was killed in the attack on Bayonet Trench, Battle of the Somme, October 12, 1916 and buried at the A.I.F. Burial Ground in France.

As both parents had died by that time, Helen was listed as his next of kin on his military records. The military dispersed Buchan’s belongings to her and their other siblings.

WWI Monument, Dreghorn Scotland

When my husband, brother and I visited Scotland last summer, we made a special point of digging up as much information on Buchan as we could find. As there was no local grave to visit, we climbed a steep hill in Dreghorn to find this monument with Buchan’s name on it. He’s listed here with other young men from the area who were killed in the “Great War”. He was only 24.

Short of taking a trip to France to visit his grave, I thought that was the end of the information I could find about my great-grandma’s baby brother. I was wrong.

A few months ago, I found a message in my Ancestry.com inbox from someone named Rita, asking if anyone in my family had ever lived in Tacoma, Washington. She and her husband Roger had found something on their property there, when building their house fifty years ago, and had always wondered how it got there. With the advancements in technology since then, she was finally able to make a real effort to track it down.

What they had found was a Next of Kin Memorial Plaque (also known as a Dead Man’s Penny) with Buchan’s name on it. While this made me tingle with excitement, I had no idea how it could have gotten all the way to the far west coast of the United States.

Helen and her family emigrated to Utah in the early 1920s. She would have received the plaque, as next of kin, in 1919 when they were awarded by King George. She would have brought it with her to Utah, where they settled in the coal mining town of Castle Gate, Carbon County, where three of her older brothers lived and had risen in rank to be foremen and supervisors at various mines in Carbon County.

Helen died shortly after arriving in the States, at the tragically young age of 39. Her husband died six months later, leaving their kids orphaned. Their children all eventually ended up in Michigan. None ever lived in Washington state.

Rita and I corresponded for months, trying to solve the mystery. I chased down all sorts of loose threads on Ancestry.com. Some brought me to Washington state, as a few descendants of Helen’s brothers went west, but no one ended up in Tacoma.

Finally, a breakthrough happened when Ancestry popped up one of their famous “green leaf” hints. I discovered that Helen’s oldest brother’s daughter eventually settled in Tacoma, just a couple miles from Rita’s house. This brother, as head of the family in the US, must have assumed ownership of the plaque after the deaths of Helen and her husband. Helen’s niece, I assume, took possession of the plaque after her father died.

That’s as far as my search took me … just a few short miles away from Rita’s property. Further digging, though, showed me that the niece divorced and remarried. Her new husband just happened to own the property adjacent to Rita and Roger’s new land but because the niece took on her husband’s name, and no longer lived there, there was no way to connect the last name “Littlejohn” to anyone there.

As the niece had no children, the ancestral lineage stopped there. Rita, who has become a good friend, kindly and generously sent the plaque to me, and it hangs in a place of honor in my home.

It may have been my imagination, but the first time I held the plaque in my hands, knowing that it belonged to my great-grandmother — the only one of my great-grandparents I have no picture of — I swear I felt a ripple in time as I ran my fingers over Buchan’s engraved name. I’m quite sure Grandma Helen did the exact same thing, at least once.

Thank you, Rita and Roger, for helping to close the circle and bring Buchan’s memorial plaque back into the family, where he is still remembered and honored.

In loving memory of Buchan Littlejohn, Lance Corporal – Machine Gun Squadron, 1891-1916

Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

The new Mind Yourself is here!!! The new Mind Yourself is here!!!


The very first episode of Mind Yourself is now online.

Part 1: In which Publisher and CEO of New World Library Marc Allen describes how he can be both lazy and wildly successful. He also talks about how to get happily published. Marc and Lisa both share stories about amazing synchronicity that literally changed the directions their lives ended up taking.
Part 2, which will be posted on 9/27, includes Marc’s description of the Magical Path, which he calls “Harry Potter for grownups.”
You can also find out about future guests, karmic astrologer Marguerite Manning and Shakti mystic Raja Choudhury, at their websites:
Be sure to submit your questions for Marguerite and Raja before 9/27 and then watch their interviews to see if your question is Asked and Answered.
Visit http://www.MindYourselfTV.com for more information.

Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

Mind Yourself TV — it’s TIME!

CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE MOST RECENT EPISODE.


And now, for a little back story…

I’ve been gearing up for months to launch an online chat show, independent from my work as a program host with The Shift Network, and it’s time to finally roll out Mind Yourself. Want to know how I know it’s time? Check out this stunning synchronicity …


First, a little background so the story makes sense:

I’ve spent most of my adult life building up to this. Because my career experience is primarily in news, standup comedy and hosting interviews, it seems wise to combine those skills and launch my own YouTube channel.

My work as a program host with The Shift Network is a dream come true and I’m grateful for the opportunity to interview some of the brightest minds in the cutting edge field of human consciousness and transformation. But in these interviews, I’m mostly asking the questions TSN’s viewers want me to ask. While their questions are always good ones, oftentimes I have questions I’m dying to ask, too, but it’s not the right time or place.

Sometimes, if there’s a spare minute or two after a broadcast, I’ll toss a question or two at my guest, but it’s frustrating that we never have time to turn it into a full blown conversation.

In addition to Shift’s guests, there are fascinating people I’m itching to interview who may never be booked with The Shift Network. I have questions for them, too!

So, that’s what Mind Yourself is all about … sharing with you intimate conversations with fascinating people. Want to ask a question? Send it in, then watch to see if it gets answered on the show.

I still haven’t addressed how I know it’s time to get started, so here it is. Lately, all of the pieces are beginning to fall into place and the nudges from the Big U to just do it already are impossible to ignore. It’s time. Now.

After the name for the show was delivered from my future self (that’s a story for another day), it was time to design a logo (did I mention my past experience as a graphic designer?). Because the backdrop for my set is this colorful braingasm (design by Melting Miltons) I wanted a similarly colorific brain for the logo.

I Googled for affordable (or free) clipart, and found this exquisite design on iStock by Getty Images:

Isn’t this awesome?

I fully intended to purchase a license to use this, but then read in the small print that it cannot be used in for logo purposes, so I kept up the search.

I was getting discouraged because I wasn’t finding what I wanted. I began to doubt … am I on the right track? Should I wait until what I need is easily delivered, like everything else while developing the program? Am I rushing this? Is it the right time?

I didn’t want to allow discouragement to take the wind out of my sails, so I played around in Photoshop and created the nifty logo that’s posted at the top of this page.

This is a picture of my mind being blown by synchronicity.

After a long day sitting at the ‘puter, I decided to get out of the house for a while. I went to Sprouts to get some organic stuff and saw this at the checkout stand:

To say that my jaw dropped and I stood in uffish thought would be a severe understatement. “Is it time to do this?” I had asked before I left the house.

The answer came thundering in: YES, IT’S LITERALLY TIME.

Can the Big U get any clearer than that? I submit that it cannot. It’s time.

So … welcome to the birth of Mind Yourself with Lisa Bonnice. Here are the pertinent links. You’re one of the first people to see them so don’t be surprised if things are a little quiet, for now. Go ahead and follow them all, and help me build this. Later, you can tell your friends, “I was there at the beginning!”

YouTube
Facebook
Twitter
Instagram

Marc Allen and me at the offices of New World Library. Marc thinks this picture makes him look a little nutty, and my hair is all wonky, but it’s better than the other selfie we took so we’re sort of stuck with it. 😉

The first show is scheduled to air on Friday, September 20, with my guest Marc Allen, publisher at New World Library and the man who discovered Eckhart Tolle (the author of The Power of Now).

Marc is also the author of The Magical Path and developer of the program How to Get Happily Published, and those are just a couple of the things we’ll be talking about.

Got a question for Marc? Post it on the Facebook page, then watch to see if it gets asked and answered. See you then!


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

Synchronicity from Scotland

Mel Gibson's version of Robert the Bruce

Mel Gibson’s version of Robert the Bruce

There was a flaw in my family tree. Years ago, I had traced my mom’s dad’s lineage all the way up to Robert the Bruce (the cutie pie* King of Scotland, in Braveheart) but it just didn’t feel right. I didn’t know how or even what to fix. I was reluctant to mention this factoid in blogs about the planning of our trip to Scotland, because I wanted to be accurate but sensed that I wasn’t.

Turns out, I was wrong, but what I love most about this story is how I found out.

As part of the trip, I’m tracking down our family trees so we can visit ancestral sites. Part of Jeff’s family comes from Wales and England, and much of mine comes from Scotland, England and Ireland. I’ve been actively searching again for my Scottish roots, looking for the flaw that I knew was there, but coming up empty.

Out of the blue, I got a message on the Ancestry.com site from a probable distant relative in Scotland with a brief message about the information I had found, years ago, for my great-grandmother. The message said only: “I have doubts about her parents.”

Sure enough, that was the branch that led us to royalty.

With the new information he offered in subsequent emails, I redid the whole thing, and along the way found actual addresses for my great-grandparents! I learned that my grandfather, who I didn’t know, lived in desperate conditions in a coal-mining family, and all of his direct ancestors did as well. They lived in hard times, a far cry from princes and princesses. It’s a fascinating story, and the local historical societies are bubbling with all of the information I need to actually stand in the same locations as my ancestors.

Once I learned as much as I could about the most recent generations, I started to go up the branches to see how far back I could take it this time. I didn’t expect much, because no one cared enough about the unwashed masses back then to keep track of them beyond the census. But eventually I discovered a pretty strong limb that was taking me back into the same surnames that I recognized from last time: Bruce and Stewart.

It turns out that I am not, indeed, the 22nd granddaughter of Robert I, King of Scots. I am, however, the 22nd granddaughter of his brother, Edward the Bruce, King of Ireland!

I love how the Big U delivered this information to me in such a quirky way. It feels like a hole was punched into the time/space continuum at the perfect time to open this portal to my Scottish heritage. I’m doing a wee jig, as we speak!


* in reality, King Robert was probably horribly disfigured from leprosy.

What he probably actually looked like.

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Is this a clue?

A clue! A clue!  (I liked Steve best.)

A clue! A clue!
(Joe was fine, but I liked Steve best.)

Sometimes I wish that the Universe would make its messages easier to decipher. I recognize that coincidences and synchronicities reveal patterns in the chaos, but the meaning of that pattern isn’t always clear. My daughters and I oftentimes kid that we wish the Big U would leave a big blue pawprint to show us, “Yes, this is definitely a clue.”

Sometimes the clues don’t make sense because they’re nothing more than seeing lots of number sequences on clocks and license plates, etc. Doreen Virtue has a list of meanings that these number sequences have, but I don’t always have that list handy, so the message isn’t concise. I may be wrong but I believe that things like this, the ones that don’t have a specific message, are simply there to show we’re on the right track. Our actions and overall vibe are in alignment with where we want to be heading. We see these things because everything is ticking along nicely, all lined up.

Sometimes it’s hearing the same song over and over, in strange places, until you finally listen to the lyrics and hear what the clue is trying to tell you. Sometimes you just happen to open a book to a page that shows you the exact information you were looking for. Sometimes the clues make perfect sense, like the ones I’ve been writing about lately, with the tea party, or the fact that Blackpool is coming up in conversation with people who have no good reason to bring it up.

I have a new one that I haven’t yet figured out, but it’s certainly got  my attention. Here’s some background:

I recently started reading John Steinbeck‘s The Grapes of Wrath for the first time. I know, I know–someone my age should have read it by now. Bare minimum, how did I get through school without being forced to read it? I don’t know. Somehow I’ve managed to avoid reading what I assumed was an incredibly depressing story about dirt and poverty. In any case, I’m almost done reading (it’s brilliant–Steinbeck is dazzling–but that’s not today’s subject).

Last week I watched Louis C.K.‘s latest HBO special, and out of nowhere he started talking about The Grapes of Wrath. What are the odds of that happening? Seriously. How weird is that? What an amazing coincidence! (But then he blew the ending! He told how it ends! I even tweeted to him to let him know he ruined the book for me.)

“I don’t mean to ruin that book for you, but you should have read it by now.”
(Do not watch if you’re easily offended or haven’t read the Grapes of Wrath.)

I’m almost done reading, and I’ve learned a lot from the Joad family and their struggles. I’ve made a lot of connections between what they experienced and today’s economy. I have a new, non-sexist view of why there was such thing as “men’s work” and “women’s work.” My understanding of social structure has been vastly broadened.

Most importantly, this book has taught me that an Oklahoma accent causes a girl named Rose of Sharon to be called “Rosasharn.” That name has been stuck in my head, like an earworm, since I began reading the book.

So imagine my surprise when I went for my morning walk today and happened upon this:

rose of sharon

Aside from this book, or out shopping for plants, I never hear of Rose of Sharon. It’s not a well-known flower. And I’ve never seen a truck with that company name before, that I can recall anyway. It’s not a local company.

rose of sharon clueI have no idea what this clue means, but I wouldn’t mind if Louis C.K. spoiled the ending for me! But, hey, if you look real close, peeking out the window, here’s you a dog. And a blue pawprint.