Soul Has No Name

By John Clarke

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Wet Street Press
• Release date: Jun 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798990767317

John Clarke

John Clarke has been involved in anti-poverty struggles since he helped to form a union of unemployed workers in London, Ontario, in 1983. He is a founding member of the Ontario Coalition Against Poverty (OCAP) and worked as one of its organizers from 1990 to 2019. He is currently the Packer Visitor in Social Justice at York University in Toronto.

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Soul Has No Name

A Story of Soul Travel

John Clarke

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Copyright

Copyright © 2024 John Clarke and Wet Street Press

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

ISBN-13: 979-8-9907673-1-7

Cover design by: John Clarke and StarryAI

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Chapter 1. Highland Scots

Chapter 2. Atlanta

Chapter 3. Return

Chapter 4. Consequences

Chapter 5. Scottish Gaelic

Chapter 6. Mordecai

Chapter 7. New England

Chapter 8. Denouement

Acknowledgments

About The Author

Praise For Author

Books By This Author

Introduction

Spirit Writing

I am a discarnate soul, containing the essence of life yet devoid of physical limitations. However, I cannot properly introduce myself to you since souls have no name.

Asking me who I am would be like asking who you are after you have wakened from sleep and before you’ve had your morning coffee. The fully functioning you, at your best doing whatever you do during the work day, is a much more complex entity than you were upon waking. In a way, souls are like that. Each incarnation reveals a little more complexity, a little more completeness, to the identity of that soul.

And in case you were wondering, that also applies to you. We souls simply know without evidence who we are, without constraints of gender, ethnicity, or form. We are Spirit, and Spirit is all-knowing. At least as far as identities go.

By the way, if you don’t believe in reincarnation in this life, you probably will in your next one!

As for my introduction, all you need to know about me is that I have traveled throughout time and space as Spirit, incarnating along the way. I have flip-flopped from one gender to the next, suffering the agony of war-time trauma or difficult childbirth. I have been burdened by gravity on planet Earth or freed to fly from crystal towers on planets whose names you cannot pronounce.

In physical form on Earth, I have had a multitude of names. Of those, I have chosen to write about three men whose physical lives were strangely linked over the course of 400 years. Those names are Balgaire MacPherson, a Scot, Jacob Brisling, an American, and Mordecai Sampson from Hungary. Right now, I am none of those. Instead, I am the author of this story, Spirit writing in the truest sense, tasked with recounting the linkage among Balgaire, Jacob, and Mordecai.

The reason for my present task is to teach. That has been my assignment for what seems like forever. I teach.

Of course, it isn’t really forever, but you know what I mean.

This lesson serves as a warning to you incarnates. And that warning is that technology comes with risks. I’m not talking about the usual risks like artificial intelligence, nuclear war, or climate change. I’m talking about the risk that humans are human, and screwing things up comes naturally.

More to the point, these timelines I am focusing on demonstrate with absolute clarity how a single moment, a moment not even noticed by one of the incarnations of my soul, can have devastating effects.

In short, this story is about a rare type of time travel.

Chapter 1. Highland Scots

It was a misty Scottish afternoon, and waves of late summer moisture brought a pleasant coolness to the otherwise sunny hillside. I, known at that time as a Scotsman named Balgaire MacPherson, was hunting rabbits in my then-native Scotland. I’d had some success that day, but I sensed my luck would change.

Sure enough, as the next rabbit disappeared down