Raymond Jones / Reverend George Adams
Physical comparison of Raymond Jones and Reverend George Adams
The significance of members in a soul group do not fade when a person passes away. My grandfather, who I called Opa, was widely considered a difficult man in the second half of his life, much like Reverend George Adams, his previous incarnation. Aside from the obvious physical similarities, events in his lifetime paralleled those of Reverend Adams and the tragedies that marked his life shaped the man he became. In this life, he was my paternal grandfather. In our past life when I was Fanny Chamberlain, he adopted me when I was a toddler and raised me with his first wife, who I believe to be my mother now. I never had the opportunity to share this knowledge with him in his life, but as you will read below, we shared it after his death. The soul group remains in tact whether all of its members are living or in spirit.
This is an excerpt from the book, Unveiled: Fanny Chamberlain Reincarnated, written by Jessica Jewett, granddaughter of Jones.
Where the house had been Lawrence's and Fanny's domain, the church distinctly felt like Reverend Adams' domain. It felt so different from the house where I had the emotional impressions of a grown woman. The church gave me the emotional impression like that of a young girl wanting nothing more than to sit in her father's lap and hang on his every word. In many ways, visiting the church was more emotional than visiting the house. It touched much deeper, quieter nerves in me and it was unexpected.
Reverend George Adams has already been reborn and died again. Months before I went to Maine, I had an intense dream in which my paternal grandfather, who passed away a year before I identified Fanny, showed me a picture of Reverend Adams that I had seen many times. I did not understand what he meant but I had not seen him in so long that I could not remember what he looked like in detail, so I looked for pictures of him. I placed pictures of my grandfather in a lineup with pictures of Reverend Adams and I realized that I was looking at the same soul in different centuries. I kept murmuring, "Oh my God," over and over again, and stared at the pictures for probably a half hour or more.
My grandfather had a difficult life. His name was Raymond Jones and he married his high school sweetheart, Lou Ellen Pittman, in the late 1940s and went into the Air Force. When my father was three-years-old, a drifter broke into their house for robbery and my grandmother took him by surprise by coming home from shopping. The drifter brutally beat and murdered my grandmother with my toddler father as the only witness and my grandfather discovered her body when he came home that day. My father's testimony sent the killer to the electric chair but neither my father nor my grandfather was ever the same again. My grandfather lost himself in alcohol for the rest of his life, although he remarried a wonderful woman and had another child, a daughter.
Jones (far left) in the Air Force.
Physical resemblance is not enough to claim a reincarnation case, as I have said, but the resemblance added to other parallels and the type of relationship we had, coupled with the increasing emergence of my intact soul group, had led me to believe in the possibility that Reverend Adams became my grandfather. Reverend Adams married young as my grandfather had and adopted Fanny and another daughter. His first wife, Sarah Folsom Adams, died in 1850 and he took a second wife and had a new family with her. His relationship with the family of his first wife was rocky after she died, as it was with my grandfather after my grandmother's death as well.
As a little girl, I remember my grandfather behaving differently with me than other people. He had long since become the strong silent type after my grandmother was killed but he was always more tender toward me. He cared about my development and we had a special connection that, looking back on it now, indicates the "I feel like I've known you before" deja vu when souls recognize each other. After my parents divorced, I did not see my grandfather anymore and I did not know he passed away until a few years after it happened. It is one of the biggest regrets in my life that I did not get to see him again before he died and that we did not get to share in this journey together.
Had I not been prodded into looking into Reverend Adams by my grandfather, I would not have taken a closer look at Adams' second wife, Helen Root. There was a picture of them seated together that I had seen many times before but I never paid close attention. In the batch of pictures from my father's side of the family that I sifted through to find my grandfather, there were pictures of my stepmother as well. She and I have had a cordial but distant relationship since she married my father, so I overlooked her as a possibility of being part of this soul group. Even as a woman much older than Helen was at the time of her photograph, my stepmother not only exudes the same energy, but looking at my stepmother is like looking at an age-enhanced version of Fanny's stepmother.
Reverend Adams and his second wife, Helen Root.
If she was Helen, then the dynamics of the relationship have not changed that much. Helen was significantly younger than Reverend Adams and their marriage was not something Fanny accepted easily. The news of the marriage was sprung on her suddenly, as it was for me with my father and stepmother, and there were clear issues of disagreement and resentment between Fanny and Helen. My stepmother and I have drifted even further apart than in that life, if it is her that I have correctly identified. Some relationships are not designed to be close in certain lifetimes no matter if you were extremely close before or not.
I fully credit my grandfather with putting more pieces of my past life puzzle together through the simple act of holding up a picture of Reverend Adams in my dream. Standing in that nearly empty Gothic church filled me with a sense of his energy, the complete father of the past and the grandfather of the present, as if he was there to tell me it was all right to miss him but that he was there watching everything.