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My Life Alexander Baillie Kell

On World Book day March 25, 1999 in a Folkestone bookshop situated on the Southern English coast, I discovered the photograph of a long dead Confederate soldier. The book coincidentally opened at the precise page, the name coincidentally was my name and the face coincidentally was my face, it was all far too much of a coincidence to be a coincidence! Gazing into the looking glass of time I spied a familiar reflection; for I recognised the person in the picture. Incredibly he appeared to be me, me as I was 138 years ago in another time and another place. Then over the next two years with research and the use of emotional memory painting, the whole story unfolded in vivid emotional Technicolor. I had always felt that I did not belong in this time or place, a common feeling that many of us often have. This confusion of identity had reigned supreme in my life for 44 years, but now all that had changed. With the discovery of the photograph and its associated story nothing in my life would ever be the same again. Suddenly all became clear, I had been right all along, my feelings and emotions had not betrayed me. I realised then, that this odyssey of understanding had begun some 35 years ago, when in the playground as a small 10 old I spied something familiar; the bright pristine images of a long forgotten war that happened then a century ago. The year was 1964 and the conflict of a hundred years previous was that of the American Civil War. Coincidentally it was exactly 100 years to the day that a Private soldier named Alexander Baillie Kell, was fighting desperately in the ranks of the 5th Georgia Cavalry, as the epic Battle for Atlanta was about to reach its horrifying summer climax. The Civil War was to redefine the destiny of America and with it shape the major events of World history up until the present day. For we are still living with the reverberating aftershocks of the emotional trauma of that titanic conflagration. Little was I to know then that I myself might be one of those reverberating aftershocks, fall out from the bloodiest war in American history.

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My life General William Baillie

The discovery of my second past life was like winning the lottery twice over! It answered many questions in my life such as my ability to speak fluent Dutch and a life long interest in wargaming and military affairs. It also answered the question of my life long friendship with school chum Robert M Habbick who turned out to be on the same painting that I found myself on. A picture of me as William Baillie Scottish soldier of fortune in the pay of the United Provinces of the Netherlands circa 1638 and me in 1975 having just made a subconscious reconstruction of my uniform. I made this final version of my armour in 1984 aged 30 on the eve of going to Germany to work for the army exactly as William Baillie had in 1630 to join the Thirty Years War on the side of Gustaf II Adolphus King of Sweden. I made this memory sketch in 1978 when I worked in Holland aged 24. It came completely form my subconscious as an elaborate doodle. I even got the date with my age correct for that part of my career. Note the halbard in the painting and my sketch. I depicted it spot on! A picture taken on my visit to the English Parliament in 2004 my old friend Cromwell can be seen in the background. I was 49 years of age and exactly in the same place synchronous to the day as William Baillie when he was in London for the execution of Charles I in 1649; he was 49 years of age. A perfect example of the quantum universe manifesting from thought; after publishing Covenant General in 2007 I randomly came across William Baillie's helmet at the Military Odyssey, Detling, Kent! It was the perfect gift from the universe to say thank you for all my hard work and focus. It matched exactly the copy I had made from memory in 1984. It was the icing on the cake. A historical reference states the Aboyne Montrose's young cousin promised his men "that he would drag Baillie from his horse by his cloak!" This was the Battle of Alford 1645. During the battle Aboyne was shot in the back and killed. He never lived up to his promise! Nobody pulls me off my horse...

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My Life Robert des Armoises

*Robert II des Armoises* Lord of Tichémont, Norroy, Fléville, Brouenne, Brainville and Jaulny. Born in 1388 in Tichémont - Conflans en Jarnisy (54) Married on 11 May 1419 to Alix de Manonville (1400-1435). Married 03 October 1436 to Jeanne du Lys (1407-1449) in Arlon - Luxembourg. Died in 1450 in Jaulny. Buried alongside Jeanne du Lys, the Maid of Orleans in Pulligny sur Madon. Son of Richard des Armoises (1345-1422) - (Lord of Tichémont), Knight, Marshal, Governor of the Duchy of Bar and Alix de Breux de Jaulny (1343? -). Squire of Charles d'Orléans, in 1412, Robert des Armoises was Adviser to Cardinal Louis de Bar in 1417, then appointed Chevalier in 1418, and Maréchal du Barrois in 1419. He married Alix de Manonville in May 1419, who died in 1435. In conflict with René D'Anjou, Duke of Bar, his seigneury of Tichémont, inherited from his father, was confiscated. He married Jeanne du Lys around 10 March 1436 in Arlon in the presence of the Luxembourg Court. On 17 November 1436, he sold part of his Haraucourt property, where he mentions "Jehanne du Lys, the Maid of France, my wife" as beneficiary. He stayed for a while in Metz with Jeanne du Lys, in a house belonging to him opposite the Church of Ste Ségolène. He then resides with Jeanne in her Château de Jaulny at the end of 1439, before she leaves for Orleans. Robert then retired to the Celestine Monastery in Metz from the end of 1339 until around 1443. He returned to live in his house in Metz and at the Château de Jaulny with Jeanne until his death. Robert des Armoises died in 1450 at the Château de Jaulny. He is buried in armor in the Church of Pulligny sur Madon with his wife Jeanne du Lys, who died a year earlier, to whom historians and the church then attribute the name of "False Maid".

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