People may think that one becomes obsessed when undergoing this kind of silent voyages into times passed. I have found that I had a spiritual guide who was leading me through these journies. If anyone is familiar with Pilgrim's Progress or the Divine Comedy, one might find a kind of likeness to this.
Many things have always perplexed and puzzled me about many of these memory sessions, as I have the feeling that these entities appear to be caught in a type of tableau, almost as in the movie Night at the Museum with Ben Stiller. It is sometimes as of the vision is caught in a mist and is waiting for me to reappear to activate it and make it be brought back to life.
I say this because of the Louis XIV scene when I went back into time to learn of his levee, something that I had never known in this brain matter ever. I had never heard of Louis XIV or his chateau to be perfectly honest, except in the way of Louis XVI and the French Revolution. Louis's ancestor had only been a paragraph in world history and the only reference that my history teacher, Miss Armstrong, ever made was the cause of the breakdown of European Royalty, all that inbreeding within the family tree.
But because I had so much pleasure in a serene setting as that of the ballet when I saw that luxuriously made gold costume, all pure lace, exquiste in every detail, that I wanted to learn more about Louis XIV. I found that when I had fallen asleep, I see a vision of a man in front of me, as I can see his back and I am coming into it, as it is like a cloud type vision in front of me and all of a sudden I am inside this body, looking at a group of people walking in front to sit in rows watching me as one young attendant after another brings to me one garment after another to clothe me for this morning's session. I went through this entire process, watching young men bow to me, get on bended knee, rise and hand to me a garment, and they would then help me to get into it. I went through this entire routine, and when finished, I raised my hands into the air, like a priest at the end of a mass. I noticed each and every face who were in my audience.
In that state of being, I am the king then. I am Louis XIV.
Oh, I went back to relive memories of Louis as often as I could make myself do it. I was literally transformed. I was both devastated and elated. There is nothing so beautiful as looking up at the chateau du versailles as it was then. It was a golden palace, with a green terrace, and had had a staircase leading down to the gardens below. It is the most beautiful memory of the chateau that I have, and it is burned within me. It is glorious.
I may learn that the exalted may be humbled, but the wealth and beauty of the exalted is alive and well, and well worth the effort to make a dream happen and develop. I had to go to France to see for myself the reality of this chateau today.
Whenever people finally learn what true himility is, they may then stop trying to be so pious and self righteous about it. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and King LouisXIV and his architects, designers, and decorators all had an eye for beauty, an appreciation for art, and therefore, a need to be creative (a true imitation of god) and did so. Only a king can afford to do this even in today's world, and none of us should ever try to inhibit them for so doing.
I will discuss true humility in another chapter in this book that I am writing, but for now, let me say that Louis XIV loved his chateau, loved his gardens, and rewarded his creators well for bending to his wishes.
When I finally visited that wondrous place in France, I fell in love with the natural beauty as well as the man created beauty of it. It is a wonder to see that those French architects of yesterday created a place so luxurious, marvelous, and with such greatness that it amazes one's eyes to see the works there that those engineers and construction workers developed for this king.
The foundations of that chateau are mindboggling. I can remember when my parents had a house built for them, and the difficulty it was in pouring a foundation, raising walls, doing all the work that it takes to build a simple house.
This is a chateau, a monument, a showpiece...what a dream!
Lucky it is that I am able to realize it even more today than when it was built.
I realize that Louis XIV is an exceptional king, a great mind, a great adventurer.
This is a man of vision, of destiny, of endurance, of fortitude, of strength, and of character.
He has all his human weaknesses, but his greatness is such that the streets of Paris today expose him for what he was in a bridge that spans the Seine (I walked across it), the monument the Invalides which was built for his soldiers to receive medical care and sustenance. The streets of Paris were cleaned, renovated, and hotels and houses were built that stand there today, all through the King's personal influence.
While it may be that I am intended to learn of these memories of the past to realize the true value of the king, I am impressed that this king who is only personally tutored, but never fully educated, and remarks about it as well, has the innate inborn intelligence, talent, and ability to be a great leader for a great nation that is still a role model and influence for the world today.
Yes, Louis XIV compared himself to Alexander the Great. I am the link between the two because it is only after reliving Louis XIV that I then began to learn of Alexander and his vision and purpose.
Do I believe that Louis XIV had been Alexander? I believe that I am who knows them both. I have relived both their lives in a way that is both personal and meaningful to me to believe that one has lived in one time so that he may be reborn in another time...and so it goes.
Yes, I believe that Louis XIV had been Alexander in 4 BC and was brought into the world in the 17th century to be a world leader in that age...I believe that both live within me. I do believe that Louis XIV represents the architectural side in Alexander as Alexander was a city builder. In Louis XIV, his developmental and organizational skills are very apparent to me, but in Louis XIV he is finally confined to settling down in one place which he did not ever do as Alexander.
What else can I believe? How or why am I to know of both in such a way? But I will continue to write this out so that I can finally bring it all together in a final conclusion.
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