It has been 14 years now since the millennium began. Weather crises dominate the news more often than manmade events but those get blown up sky high occasionally. Some effort is being made to turn the disclosures of Edward Snowden into front page news but sadly his comments about privacy and surveillance are given attention only by a few insecure officials. Whether he is traitor or whistle blower depends upon what you want to believe I guess. His Christmas message about privacy for future generations was a pretty weak excuse for him thinking that he is still working for the NSA but they don't realize it. HA! He has found asylum somewhere to avoid his critics and prosecution. It always changes as to where he is located. Last I heard he is still in Russia.
On the entertainment stage, Miley Cyrus was front row and center to help cheer Britney Spears in her Las Vegas show debut. What a pair!
Looking ahead to March, Talking Stick Resort has two biggies coming to town. Julio Iglesias and Burt Baccharach will appear in person at the resort. Il Divo will be appearing downtown at the former Dodge Theatre the same evening as Julio.
My one on one at Apple is about to expire but I have an appointment this coming week for photo. I have to learn how to get that s.d. card out of my computer correctly. I still don't know exactly how to do it so I will practice it big time.
I went to Barnes Noble today to request Scrivener for Dummies so she ordered it for me to be at this store so I can look it over. I may take an online course from the woman who wrote it but I am not sure yet about that. I want to see the book.
I hate spending so much money on all this computer stuff.
The University of Michigan lost to Kansas State. Guess Susan will be lording it over my brother now that her school has won. Unless she went to the University of Kansas. I just know that she went to Kansas.
Now we are pushing Michigan State University to uphold the honor of the state by winning the Rose Bowl. I remember when Stanford did not have a mascot and we called them the thunder chickens. Actually it was my neighbor who did that. I had nothing to do with it at all, but she had it plastered on her doors about it. I still don't know her connection to Stanford but I remember the times and the signs well...It was a joke I guess.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Monday, December 30, 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
New Years is Wednesday
It is probably 50 days before my next birthday. Maybe I will go to Vegas or L.A. this time. I will turn 75 which frankly is bothering me. To be 3/4's a century old is mind boggling to me. When I was a kid, I wanted to live to 100 but not so any longer. I don't want to live past much in my 90's and if I should die sooner I will not mind one bit. I cannot imagine being unable to drive a car, to be in a home of some kind, and to be in what a classmate of mind called the waiting room for God. As I age I think totally different each and every day.
One thing changed my life and my attitude about death and rebirth forever is when I was able to go back into times past to learn of my identity then. Not only was it a surprise to me but a blessing as well. I was able to actually learn of feelings and thoughts then, so that I realized our so called lives are truly forever, eternal, or non ending...The ease to which we can open those doors is not something that I care to discuss as I have no definite formula for that except to believe in the adage, Seek and ye shall find, Knock and it shall be opened. For each individual, I am sure it is dependent upon that person's character and personalty. I don't try to advise except to know that in my case, it had an impact on me in a way that made me a believer.
How can one not believe in one's own experiences? I accepted it, but am also aware of all the arguments about it.
I will admit to the fact that this life in which I find myself now is a bit like coasting through life. It has not been one of extreme hardships or battles. It has been a relatively easy and passive lifestyle. I have endured emotional and personal problems early in life that did affect the rest of my life. I was a victim of child abuse, both sexual and emotional, and it took me many long years to overcome my fears and hopes regarding intimacy and romance. I stayed virginal and chaste long enough but eventually had a romantic affair that was very happy for a "first time" experience in deep love affairs. Being so young and restless, I did not want to marry this man despite my being "in love" with him, but it took me many years to value that relationship for what it had been. He was an encounter but a long lasting memory...someone I can never forget.
Now after learning of past lifetimes, one wonders at who many of these men of my past may have been in previous lifetimes. Are they someone who I had known and loved in a previous life? I cannot honestly say as I went through several romances early in my twenties, each as serious as the previous, even though different. None ended in a long term permanency which I rather doubt now is ever possible for anyone if they ever think about it.
But memories always remain, and the intensity of the relationship when recalled is exactly as it had happened. That is why learning of past lifetimes is so interesting. I had had many loving relationships in the past that were seriously important to me then. When reliving those past lifetimes, the people with whom I was "in love" are just as real to me today as they had been then. Yet, today I do not know if anyone in this present lifetime is someone I can definitely say is a person of the past then so that we encountered one another again in the present. There are some few people who I have had the good luck to learn of their identity then and now but very few. I think that there is a reason for that, depending upon the relationship. Those persons have the right to their own personal privacy too. Just because you have been loved or have loved someone does not give you the right to violate their privacy. I found that the only feelings or thoughts that I experienced were of the person in whose soul I was inhabiting. Giants on the stage of life but within myself just simply me. Interesting, isn't it, to realize that...
I had to deal with the magnitude of the past, realizing that today I do not have that kind of fame or distinction for which frankly I am very grateful. I consider this lifetime a bit of a recess in comparison to the previous lifetimes. I have valued being a woman with few responsibilities more than you can ever know once I learned of the terror and might of the previous times.
I have learned of my own spiritual powers many years ago so that i am careful with how I use them, and how I ever acknowledge or share them with others. Frankly, I do not want anyone to know all that I am capable of spiritually. I have fought the limelight for years as I had learned early in my teaching career that my students and I were so called models upon which television entertainment based many stories. Room 222 and Welcome Back Kotter being the obvious, but there were many more...so much so that in Hollywood it is known as a one horse town...for those in the know that is the simple truth.
But I don't want to go into that again here today. Today I am thinking of 2014 in which I will turn 75, and wonder at how and why time passed so quickly. Will I take that course to use Scrivener's properly? Maybe? Will I get to Greece this next year? I want to see the battlefield of Chaeronea since I have decided to enlarge upon it in my story on Alexander. Will I finally publish my book on ATG? Most likely....it changes format and presentation all the time.
Will I stick with book writing and publishing after I get one book published? I have no idea.
I have to get that first book done before I can decide.
So 2014 has me thinking to travel, weight loss plans, and a get riddance program of cleaning out all the past from my closets now...I tend to be a keeper too much but in the end I am glad that I am. However, that is because I still have mental and physical capabilities to enjoy it. I hope that I have a good year in 2014 so that this time next year facing 76 I will be singing a different tune. We will see.
One thing changed my life and my attitude about death and rebirth forever is when I was able to go back into times past to learn of my identity then. Not only was it a surprise to me but a blessing as well. I was able to actually learn of feelings and thoughts then, so that I realized our so called lives are truly forever, eternal, or non ending...The ease to which we can open those doors is not something that I care to discuss as I have no definite formula for that except to believe in the adage, Seek and ye shall find, Knock and it shall be opened. For each individual, I am sure it is dependent upon that person's character and personalty. I don't try to advise except to know that in my case, it had an impact on me in a way that made me a believer.
How can one not believe in one's own experiences? I accepted it, but am also aware of all the arguments about it.
I will admit to the fact that this life in which I find myself now is a bit like coasting through life. It has not been one of extreme hardships or battles. It has been a relatively easy and passive lifestyle. I have endured emotional and personal problems early in life that did affect the rest of my life. I was a victim of child abuse, both sexual and emotional, and it took me many long years to overcome my fears and hopes regarding intimacy and romance. I stayed virginal and chaste long enough but eventually had a romantic affair that was very happy for a "first time" experience in deep love affairs. Being so young and restless, I did not want to marry this man despite my being "in love" with him, but it took me many years to value that relationship for what it had been. He was an encounter but a long lasting memory...someone I can never forget.
Now after learning of past lifetimes, one wonders at who many of these men of my past may have been in previous lifetimes. Are they someone who I had known and loved in a previous life? I cannot honestly say as I went through several romances early in my twenties, each as serious as the previous, even though different. None ended in a long term permanency which I rather doubt now is ever possible for anyone if they ever think about it.
But memories always remain, and the intensity of the relationship when recalled is exactly as it had happened. That is why learning of past lifetimes is so interesting. I had had many loving relationships in the past that were seriously important to me then. When reliving those past lifetimes, the people with whom I was "in love" are just as real to me today as they had been then. Yet, today I do not know if anyone in this present lifetime is someone I can definitely say is a person of the past then so that we encountered one another again in the present. There are some few people who I have had the good luck to learn of their identity then and now but very few. I think that there is a reason for that, depending upon the relationship. Those persons have the right to their own personal privacy too. Just because you have been loved or have loved someone does not give you the right to violate their privacy. I found that the only feelings or thoughts that I experienced were of the person in whose soul I was inhabiting. Giants on the stage of life but within myself just simply me. Interesting, isn't it, to realize that...
I had to deal with the magnitude of the past, realizing that today I do not have that kind of fame or distinction for which frankly I am very grateful. I consider this lifetime a bit of a recess in comparison to the previous lifetimes. I have valued being a woman with few responsibilities more than you can ever know once I learned of the terror and might of the previous times.
I have learned of my own spiritual powers many years ago so that i am careful with how I use them, and how I ever acknowledge or share them with others. Frankly, I do not want anyone to know all that I am capable of spiritually. I have fought the limelight for years as I had learned early in my teaching career that my students and I were so called models upon which television entertainment based many stories. Room 222 and Welcome Back Kotter being the obvious, but there were many more...so much so that in Hollywood it is known as a one horse town...for those in the know that is the simple truth.
But I don't want to go into that again here today. Today I am thinking of 2014 in which I will turn 75, and wonder at how and why time passed so quickly. Will I take that course to use Scrivener's properly? Maybe? Will I get to Greece this next year? I want to see the battlefield of Chaeronea since I have decided to enlarge upon it in my story on Alexander. Will I finally publish my book on ATG? Most likely....it changes format and presentation all the time.
Will I stick with book writing and publishing after I get one book published? I have no idea.
I have to get that first book done before I can decide.
So 2014 has me thinking to travel, weight loss plans, and a get riddance program of cleaning out all the past from my closets now...I tend to be a keeper too much but in the end I am glad that I am. However, that is because I still have mental and physical capabilities to enjoy it. I hope that I have a good year in 2014 so that this time next year facing 76 I will be singing a different tune. We will see.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
Holidays
I went to a Christmas performance at the Scottsdale Bible Church which was truly uplifting and fun. It has been a long tie since I have participated in a church service. For people who go to church regularly each and every Sunday the experience is always spiritually rewarding but for those of us who seldom go we seem to think that we have not missed much. The reason for that thinking is both because the message is always the same and unchanging...love God first, and then love your neighbor as yourself. Done and told in many ways in many different places...The message is the same...the learning and internal believing leaves much to be desired for it seems to evaporate as soon as one exits the door.
Hey. Each one of is guilty of "hating" something in our neighbor...the neighbor who abuses his child, or the little boy who maliciously hurts an animal, the step-father who murdered his girlfriend's daughter and threw her body into a dumpster...who can blame any of us for hating these neighbors?
Church goers think that if they only had Jesus in their life instead of alcohol, marijuana, or cocaine, or heroin they might not have done it. So most Christians try to convert the sinner to a life of doing good instead of evil. But the news tells of all the evil that is done in the world instead of all the good...None of us hear about the kid who devotedly travels with his invalid mother on a bus, and helps her to move around shopping centers, or the old man who cheerfully kisses and hugs the old lady who is sitting in a wheel chair hoping for attention... But these scenes happen too. They just pass before us, seemingly unnoticed.
So it was fun to see children attend a performance that was both fun and enjoyable, telling the story of the birth of Christ finally as the conclusion to an evening of talent and inspiration. It was all good theatre, free, and even had good hot chocolate at intermission. Free cookies also. Jesus gave freely so we should all imitate his lifestyle of addressing the needs of the poor and following his way to Perfection.
Hey. Each one of is guilty of "hating" something in our neighbor...the neighbor who abuses his child, or the little boy who maliciously hurts an animal, the step-father who murdered his girlfriend's daughter and threw her body into a dumpster...who can blame any of us for hating these neighbors?
Church goers think that if they only had Jesus in their life instead of alcohol, marijuana, or cocaine, or heroin they might not have done it. So most Christians try to convert the sinner to a life of doing good instead of evil. But the news tells of all the evil that is done in the world instead of all the good...None of us hear about the kid who devotedly travels with his invalid mother on a bus, and helps her to move around shopping centers, or the old man who cheerfully kisses and hugs the old lady who is sitting in a wheel chair hoping for attention... But these scenes happen too. They just pass before us, seemingly unnoticed.
So it was fun to see children attend a performance that was both fun and enjoyable, telling the story of the birth of Christ finally as the conclusion to an evening of talent and inspiration. It was all good theatre, free, and even had good hot chocolate at intermission. Free cookies also. Jesus gave freely so we should all imitate his lifestyle of addressing the needs of the poor and following his way to Perfection.
Holiday Time
I am an old grouch this morning. I woke up from a dream which had me working on some project that frankly wears me out to even think about it...I was being so neat and well organized in this dream and I am wondering all the time what are dreams all about anyway...I hate those kind of dreams.
I watched a hypnotist explain how he set up his Christmas lights around his house. Lord, what an expense that is, and so much trouble. These people who do go all out spend not only a fortune on all the props but also on the operations of these orchestrated light shows. They are beautiful to see but mercy! The light bill alone is an outrageous fortune for me to consider.
Fortunately, our cold spell has changed so that we are having warm weather once again, and therefore, I do not need to run the heat except in early morning. My heating bill was pretty high for the few days that we had to use it. I won't put Christmas lights up this year either because I do not want to pay a high utility bill.
Doug Geary died on December 1. Doug is a classmate of mine who was so funny and humorous when I was at our class reunion that I remember when leaving the Sunday brunch I stopped and nailed him with a kiss...His was the sweetest kiss as Diane had just done that to me so I passed it on. Her kiss likewise was the sweetest so there you go, two of the sweetest kisses in Van Wert at one reunion.
I had worked at Bill Derry's with Joyce Rawlings who married her high school sweetheart Bob Friesner of Middle Point Ohio. He was a big basketball star then. He just died on Dec.11 so these two deaths are taking their toll on me. Bob had come up to me at the reunion to tell me this wife wanted to see me so he took me back to where she was waiting. Joyce was so different from when I had known her as not to be recognizable. I would not have know her walking down the street she seemed so different to me.
So having suffered a big pain in the small of my back this morning I am contemplating when my last days will be. Our family lives to ripe old ages so I always figured I would probably live to my 80's and I am hating the 70's so I cannot imagine what the 80's may be like. People never seem to tell.
I watched a hypnotist explain how he set up his Christmas lights around his house. Lord, what an expense that is, and so much trouble. These people who do go all out spend not only a fortune on all the props but also on the operations of these orchestrated light shows. They are beautiful to see but mercy! The light bill alone is an outrageous fortune for me to consider.
Fortunately, our cold spell has changed so that we are having warm weather once again, and therefore, I do not need to run the heat except in early morning. My heating bill was pretty high for the few days that we had to use it. I won't put Christmas lights up this year either because I do not want to pay a high utility bill.
Doug Geary died on December 1. Doug is a classmate of mine who was so funny and humorous when I was at our class reunion that I remember when leaving the Sunday brunch I stopped and nailed him with a kiss...His was the sweetest kiss as Diane had just done that to me so I passed it on. Her kiss likewise was the sweetest so there you go, two of the sweetest kisses in Van Wert at one reunion.
I had worked at Bill Derry's with Joyce Rawlings who married her high school sweetheart Bob Friesner of Middle Point Ohio. He was a big basketball star then. He just died on Dec.11 so these two deaths are taking their toll on me. Bob had come up to me at the reunion to tell me this wife wanted to see me so he took me back to where she was waiting. Joyce was so different from when I had known her as not to be recognizable. I would not have know her walking down the street she seemed so different to me.
So having suffered a big pain in the small of my back this morning I am contemplating when my last days will be. Our family lives to ripe old ages so I always figured I would probably live to my 80's and I am hating the 70's so I cannot imagine what the 80's may be like. People never seem to tell.
Holiday Time
I admit that I have no Christmas spirit at all. I did buy some poinsettias at Home Depot on Black Frideay at 99 cents a pot and have them out in front of my patio. That is as much Christmas as I want to put up this year. I have seen the Zoo lights and also now have toured the Princess Resort lagoon lights via the small train but I have no desire to put lights myself. I did take them out finally to see what I have that works and found several strings of lights are not working. What to do? Throw them away or keep the bulbs...have not decided as I am a keeper and have a hard time throwing anything out.
I did print a map of the houses in the area which feature huge displays at night so I do intend to visit a few of these places. My video camera at night is wonderful. I wonder if I can import a video onto this blog. I did it at Apple but when at home things don't always work the same here. I will be getting back to them after the holidays. I did not want any obligations or commitments this month so after the last photo I said I would wait till January to make an appointment.
Frankly, I find the problem of videos annoying as all get out. It seems to take forever to get them transferred from one place to another.
I did print a map of the houses in the area which feature huge displays at night so I do intend to visit a few of these places. My video camera at night is wonderful. I wonder if I can import a video onto this blog. I did it at Apple but when at home things don't always work the same here. I will be getting back to them after the holidays. I did not want any obligations or commitments this month so after the last photo I said I would wait till January to make an appointment.
Frankly, I find the problem of videos annoying as all get out. It seems to take forever to get them transferred from one place to another.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
Holiday Time
Everyone seems to think that saying Happy Holidays nullifies the occasion of the celebration of the birth of Jesus. I don't think that it does at all. After all holiday means Holy Day, and thus, it is the same as saying Merry Christmas. Just my little insight into a too picayune generation. (Guess what...my computer made a spelling change for me.)
I digress...what a shock to learn that.
Change of topic...this will be a lot of briefs all at once...I have not worked on my Alexander novel for a while...all kinds of excuses but the most important one occurred the other night...I do feel a need to travel to Greece soon and maybe to other places where Alexander journeyed. But the real reason I have had to stop to even think about any of the plots that I might devise is that I had one of those go back in time experiences where I saw him as a young boy and then another vision of an older, much more matured and harried adult male who was frightening as all get out to my eyes.
With visions comes inner perceptions that are quite amazing to me....as I had no idea that he had looked like either one of these images until now because they are certainly seldom depicted in any source I have read...but I believe in them nonetheless, and I gleaned some interesting facts that did help me to understand today a whole lot better too.
One thing came clear to me and that is the depth of emotion and the amount of real labor that took place in this long arduous trek that Alexander made across the continent from Greece to India. Since I have been pretty much emphasizing his childhood more than his later campaigns it hit me hard to realize the change within him. It made me also realize at how sad it is for really human campaigns to be reduced to sentences and paragraphs that are set in cold type. This was a savage and cruel age for any who suffered it. And believe it or not, there was little then to enjoy. How can one really enjoy long marches? Enduring laborious and tiresome disciplinary exercises. These were soldiers, men who had muscles developed from cutting and carrying tree limbs fashioned into towers and weapons. They were hardened, toughened, and blistered in a long, arduous walk from one country to another. Those who rode horseback had sore thighs, calves, and arms and shoulders from curbing and controlling horses in swift and speedy runs. Weapons and armor were carried both by man and beast alike as they trekked the many miles it took from one battle to another. How one could keep and maintain a positive spirit is difficult to comprehend. Encountering savage and cruel opponents was expected. Preparation was everything, and nothing was left to chance.
Well, you see, once I get going, I just have to state it as I see it. I saw the look on Alexander's face, and I picked up the serious trauma that he had endured so that it made me rethink all this. I felt all his years of glory seeking which is way over played for in reality, the compulsion was not for glory so much as for conquest and achievement. It is only today's historians who seem to believe so many of the writers who spoke of the journey who conjure up the idea that it was all for glory. Not so. The glory is a secondary motive. The real motive is to conquer and to rule.
More on this later...am making lunch and have to watch my macaroni now.
I digress...what a shock to learn that.
Change of topic...this will be a lot of briefs all at once...I have not worked on my Alexander novel for a while...all kinds of excuses but the most important one occurred the other night...I do feel a need to travel to Greece soon and maybe to other places where Alexander journeyed. But the real reason I have had to stop to even think about any of the plots that I might devise is that I had one of those go back in time experiences where I saw him as a young boy and then another vision of an older, much more matured and harried adult male who was frightening as all get out to my eyes.
With visions comes inner perceptions that are quite amazing to me....as I had no idea that he had looked like either one of these images until now because they are certainly seldom depicted in any source I have read...but I believe in them nonetheless, and I gleaned some interesting facts that did help me to understand today a whole lot better too.
One thing came clear to me and that is the depth of emotion and the amount of real labor that took place in this long arduous trek that Alexander made across the continent from Greece to India. Since I have been pretty much emphasizing his childhood more than his later campaigns it hit me hard to realize the change within him. It made me also realize at how sad it is for really human campaigns to be reduced to sentences and paragraphs that are set in cold type. This was a savage and cruel age for any who suffered it. And believe it or not, there was little then to enjoy. How can one really enjoy long marches? Enduring laborious and tiresome disciplinary exercises. These were soldiers, men who had muscles developed from cutting and carrying tree limbs fashioned into towers and weapons. They were hardened, toughened, and blistered in a long, arduous walk from one country to another. Those who rode horseback had sore thighs, calves, and arms and shoulders from curbing and controlling horses in swift and speedy runs. Weapons and armor were carried both by man and beast alike as they trekked the many miles it took from one battle to another. How one could keep and maintain a positive spirit is difficult to comprehend. Encountering savage and cruel opponents was expected. Preparation was everything, and nothing was left to chance.
Well, you see, once I get going, I just have to state it as I see it. I saw the look on Alexander's face, and I picked up the serious trauma that he had endured so that it made me rethink all this. I felt all his years of glory seeking which is way over played for in reality, the compulsion was not for glory so much as for conquest and achievement. It is only today's historians who seem to believe so many of the writers who spoke of the journey who conjure up the idea that it was all for glory. Not so. The glory is a secondary motive. The real motive is to conquer and to rule.
More on this later...am making lunch and have to watch my macaroni now.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Friday, November 29, 2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Can't Sleep
This has been one heck of a night. I have been awake all night and finally decided that I should at least write it out rather than just lay in bed and think it out. After hitting Facebook any number of times, I would try to fall asleep but with no success so I am penning this now to see if it will help.
One thing is that I am always uncertain whether to share with others things that I learn about myself in ways that are unorthodox at best. I know the skepticism that such revelations cause in people and am in sympathy with that. Therefore, I often decide that it is best to keep such things to myself.
Authors can use books as devices to convey messages. To at least try to show a point of view that is not often considered. For example tonight I was thinking about the witches who practiced black magic and the priests who helped them perform black masses. Priests who had fallen out of the favor and belief in the real faith...but who knew enough to reverse it and practice the art of blasphemy and black magic. I was thinking about them with regards to Louis XIV and wondering at how they may have laughed and chortled thinking that their spells could be working on the man.
I had had another look back in time two or three nights ago after taking some selfies of myself to put on my wall. I have been keeping a running ongoing daily glimpse at my physical appearance over the years to see how I change in various environments.
So when I went to bed after taking three photos and posting them I heard my inner voice, my spiritual guide, and if I were writing book I could call it a god or goddess appeared but in this case, I just heard the voice say to me, look back to see yourself ...I understood...so while i was going off into sleep I did see two visions that appeared to me revealing how I had looked in a previous time...and naturally I recognized who it was...
I saw myself in that person when young and was so surprised to learn something new about this person that I had not known until now...it did surprise me as my hair was extremely long...a lot like the way certain male tribe members wear their hair in past times as well...My hair was down to my hips but the later vision I saw was of a dreadful face tormented, haggard, worn, tired, and frankly almost murderous looking, very frightening in a way...the hair was not so long but was straggly and unkempt...later I decided that it could have been after the death of his best friend...because I truly felt sorry for him then...and I learned such a powerful lesson from it.
So between the two, thinking about Alexander and Louis realizing that both had lost many close friends and associates in their later years, I could see some similarities in a pattern...of loss and anguish.
But Alexander in his mature years was so different from his youthful appearance...he had matured and developed of course but all the wars and battle scars seemed to show through his visage as I saw it, and I realized how and why men were frightened of him. He was awesome to me.
It made me think about the Now, the present in which I have had such a very mild life despite having a lot of problems during my childhood and young adult years. I was grateful immediately that I had not had to suffer any of the pangs that either Louis or Alexander had endured. Two different lifetimes but oh so weary and long in so many ways...I could go on and on but stating this has helped me so that maybe now i can go to sleep.
One thing is that I am always uncertain whether to share with others things that I learn about myself in ways that are unorthodox at best. I know the skepticism that such revelations cause in people and am in sympathy with that. Therefore, I often decide that it is best to keep such things to myself.
Authors can use books as devices to convey messages. To at least try to show a point of view that is not often considered. For example tonight I was thinking about the witches who practiced black magic and the priests who helped them perform black masses. Priests who had fallen out of the favor and belief in the real faith...but who knew enough to reverse it and practice the art of blasphemy and black magic. I was thinking about them with regards to Louis XIV and wondering at how they may have laughed and chortled thinking that their spells could be working on the man.
I had had another look back in time two or three nights ago after taking some selfies of myself to put on my wall. I have been keeping a running ongoing daily glimpse at my physical appearance over the years to see how I change in various environments.
So when I went to bed after taking three photos and posting them I heard my inner voice, my spiritual guide, and if I were writing book I could call it a god or goddess appeared but in this case, I just heard the voice say to me, look back to see yourself ...I understood...so while i was going off into sleep I did see two visions that appeared to me revealing how I had looked in a previous time...and naturally I recognized who it was...
I saw myself in that person when young and was so surprised to learn something new about this person that I had not known until now...it did surprise me as my hair was extremely long...a lot like the way certain male tribe members wear their hair in past times as well...My hair was down to my hips but the later vision I saw was of a dreadful face tormented, haggard, worn, tired, and frankly almost murderous looking, very frightening in a way...the hair was not so long but was straggly and unkempt...later I decided that it could have been after the death of his best friend...because I truly felt sorry for him then...and I learned such a powerful lesson from it.
So between the two, thinking about Alexander and Louis realizing that both had lost many close friends and associates in their later years, I could see some similarities in a pattern...of loss and anguish.
But Alexander in his mature years was so different from his youthful appearance...he had matured and developed of course but all the wars and battle scars seemed to show through his visage as I saw it, and I realized how and why men were frightened of him. He was awesome to me.
It made me think about the Now, the present in which I have had such a very mild life despite having a lot of problems during my childhood and young adult years. I was grateful immediately that I had not had to suffer any of the pangs that either Louis or Alexander had endured. Two different lifetimes but oh so weary and long in so many ways...I could go on and on but stating this has helped me so that maybe now i can go to sleep.
Thanksgiving Day is tomorrow
I prepared my turkey breast this afternoon since I need food to eat today as well as tomorrow and I thought that this 3 lb. bird would last me three days maybe. It is absolutely better than I had ever expected it to be so that it will not last long. I would recommend anyone buying a Jennie-O turkey breast all year long. The gravy is fantastic. I cannot rave enough about this easy to roast breast and gravy.
I wanted to keep tomorrow free so that I could go scooting around if I want. I do not have any invites to other people's homes as I have had in the past so that I feel free to wander about the place a bit. I even will take in night time shopping just to see who goes and what happens, having never done a Black Friday until this year. I hate crowds and mayhem in shopping so if it does prove to be utter chaos I will pass it all up. But I will check out Macy's and tempt myself into maybe buying a cashmere sweater, saving $90 dollars off original price if I really want it.
Most likely, I will pass on it, but one never knows.
I was up all night last night...could not sleep. I even wrote it up after I sat in bed and thought about so I decided to make use of the time to put it on blogger but I did not publish it.
I have so many mixed feelings about the term reincarnation, and the fact that I uncovered the lives of very famous men has been an annoyance to people who have heard me out no doubt. Few want to believe me I know but so what. I have lived through these men's lives enough to not kid myself and in the end, it is what I think that is more important than what anyone else thinks.
And believe me, the last episode did really impact me more than I ever bargained for. I have been writing a book about Alexander in his youth using the gods and goddesses as devices who influence and guide him. They are akin to my spiritual guide who I hear and listen to and follow the instructions so that I glean into this gift to me of seeing into the past.
So because I had taken a selfie, which is a self portrait from my cell phone, when I went to bed, my spirit guide reached me to say look at yourself yesterday...see yourself. Well, nothing happened immediately but as I was drifting off into slumber I did see two visions of myself...and I was very surprised at the images of myself then. I had never read this or learned of it as I saw it so it shocked me a bit...the first was of Alexander as a young man in his long silky curly golden hair which frankly was the shocker to me as to how long it was...and the second was of Alexander in probably his last years as a really dreadful looking, tired, harried, and almost murderous appearance, his hair disheveled, cut to a much shorter length, and a seriously frightening but also war wearied look about him...It made such an impact on me that I rethought everything that I have ever gone through with him as well as read about him...I truly felt sorry for him as well.
I did not want to really share any of this information at the time. It really got to me as all I could be happy for is that those days are gone, that they are only a part of a long past, and they are far more horrendous than I had ever thought them to be, and I have gone through some pretty tough and gritty stuff through him, but nothing impacted me so strongly as the contrast between his youthful appearance and his later final days....I consoled myself by thinking that I am in a great time period in which I enjoy all the security and blessings of life. I have had to fight no battles other than early childhood and personal serious matters that seem trite in comparison...but I also gleaned immediately why it is that I am so impulsive, restless, daring and often foolhardy...because it is my lifestyle to be that way...it makes me think a lot.
Writing it out does also help to temper all this. So I write.
I wanted to keep tomorrow free so that I could go scooting around if I want. I do not have any invites to other people's homes as I have had in the past so that I feel free to wander about the place a bit. I even will take in night time shopping just to see who goes and what happens, having never done a Black Friday until this year. I hate crowds and mayhem in shopping so if it does prove to be utter chaos I will pass it all up. But I will check out Macy's and tempt myself into maybe buying a cashmere sweater, saving $90 dollars off original price if I really want it.
Most likely, I will pass on it, but one never knows.
I was up all night last night...could not sleep. I even wrote it up after I sat in bed and thought about so I decided to make use of the time to put it on blogger but I did not publish it.
I have so many mixed feelings about the term reincarnation, and the fact that I uncovered the lives of very famous men has been an annoyance to people who have heard me out no doubt. Few want to believe me I know but so what. I have lived through these men's lives enough to not kid myself and in the end, it is what I think that is more important than what anyone else thinks.
And believe me, the last episode did really impact me more than I ever bargained for. I have been writing a book about Alexander in his youth using the gods and goddesses as devices who influence and guide him. They are akin to my spiritual guide who I hear and listen to and follow the instructions so that I glean into this gift to me of seeing into the past.
So because I had taken a selfie, which is a self portrait from my cell phone, when I went to bed, my spirit guide reached me to say look at yourself yesterday...see yourself. Well, nothing happened immediately but as I was drifting off into slumber I did see two visions of myself...and I was very surprised at the images of myself then. I had never read this or learned of it as I saw it so it shocked me a bit...the first was of Alexander as a young man in his long silky curly golden hair which frankly was the shocker to me as to how long it was...and the second was of Alexander in probably his last years as a really dreadful looking, tired, harried, and almost murderous appearance, his hair disheveled, cut to a much shorter length, and a seriously frightening but also war wearied look about him...It made such an impact on me that I rethought everything that I have ever gone through with him as well as read about him...I truly felt sorry for him as well.
I did not want to really share any of this information at the time. It really got to me as all I could be happy for is that those days are gone, that they are only a part of a long past, and they are far more horrendous than I had ever thought them to be, and I have gone through some pretty tough and gritty stuff through him, but nothing impacted me so strongly as the contrast between his youthful appearance and his later final days....I consoled myself by thinking that I am in a great time period in which I enjoy all the security and blessings of life. I have had to fight no battles other than early childhood and personal serious matters that seem trite in comparison...but I also gleaned immediately why it is that I am so impulsive, restless, daring and often foolhardy...because it is my lifestyle to be that way...it makes me think a lot.
Writing it out does also help to temper all this. So I write.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Stephen King's novel called 11/22/63
I just read about a book by Stephen King on a time travel effort to prevent the assassination of JFK by Lee Harvey Oswald. I have not read it yet but it is only $2.99 at Amazon. So I decided to write my own story about such an unlikely event in which Kennedy may have lived instead of being killed. What would the world be like had Kennedy lived we can only wonder.
*********************************************************************************If I were to imagine such a thing as a means to prevent the shooting tragedy I would zero in on the sharpshooter who is supposedly hidden in the building which lines the street upon which Kennedy and itinerary traveled.
A scowl lined the face of the fox like young man who carried a high power rifle in his right hand as he walked into the book store. He walked up five flights of stairs to take his position beside a window that looked down on the street where the president and his entourage were to travel. He studied the layout of the street, looked through the gunsight to see if he could fix on an object, and then laid the gun carefully down on the floor.
He studied his exit plan carefully. He checked to see that nobody was in the room or any of the rooms below. Seemingly, everyone would be out on the street waiting for the president to pass in front of them.
He studied the pair of gloves that he would wear to leave no fingerprints. He had thought this plan out very carefully. He had worked weeks ahead to make certain that he could carry this plan through. He had discussed it with none because he did not trust anyone to share his plan.
He recognized that he was a very nondescript character, that he had few distinguishing features to make anyone notice him. He was determined to keep his mission secret so that nobody could influence him one way or the other from achieving his goal.
His goal was to kill the president of the United States. The red haired president was either very much beloved or hated, but his actions to deter the Russians from building a base on Cuba had incensed him. He was furious with both Kruschev and Kennedy for their roles in the Bay of Pigs disaster. He had wanted the Russians to be successful in building a base to pin America into a trap. He hated the very rich, the capitalists who had managed the government of the United States for such a long time. Capitalism had ruined Cuba and Fidel Castro had been successful in eliminating the sins of the greedy and the decadent.
He himself was not a zealot but he did blame Kennedy for his having been successful in making Kruschev pull his battle ships back away from the Cuban island. Kennedy was a problem who must go. He determined to take him out.
He had gotten wind of the trip to Dallas and realized that he could use that trip to achieve his goals.
So while he stood staring out the widow to see if he would be able to shoot the president as he had planned, he failed to hear movement on the stairs.
"Hey," called out the janitor." What are you doing? Nobody is supposed to be in here now."
Lee turned to see the tall lanky boy yelling at him. "What? I am just waiting for the parade to begin. I thought it would be a good location free from the crowds."
"No, sir. I cannot let you stay here," responded the lanky janitor. "You can't be here now...you must leave."
Lee looked at his rifle, decided against revealing himself, and just nodded." Yes, sir!" I will get out as soon as the president has passed by."
"No. You must leave now. My butt is on the line if you stay here...Out! Now! the young man ordered.
Lee shrugged. "All Right. I will be on my way." He left his gun and slowly walked down the stairs, his plans having now been aborted. Damn. I thought sure this would be the day.!
As he walked down the stairs, he heard shots ring out...Slowly, he walked down the stairs, and as he left the building he ran into a man who stared him in the eye. He walked out the door, and listened to the sirens as the shrill sounds penetrated the air. Someone had beat him to his own plan...but he walked on.
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*********************************************************************************If I were to imagine such a thing as a means to prevent the shooting tragedy I would zero in on the sharpshooter who is supposedly hidden in the building which lines the street upon which Kennedy and itinerary traveled.
A scowl lined the face of the fox like young man who carried a high power rifle in his right hand as he walked into the book store. He walked up five flights of stairs to take his position beside a window that looked down on the street where the president and his entourage were to travel. He studied the layout of the street, looked through the gunsight to see if he could fix on an object, and then laid the gun carefully down on the floor.
He studied his exit plan carefully. He checked to see that nobody was in the room or any of the rooms below. Seemingly, everyone would be out on the street waiting for the president to pass in front of them.
He studied the pair of gloves that he would wear to leave no fingerprints. He had thought this plan out very carefully. He had worked weeks ahead to make certain that he could carry this plan through. He had discussed it with none because he did not trust anyone to share his plan.
He recognized that he was a very nondescript character, that he had few distinguishing features to make anyone notice him. He was determined to keep his mission secret so that nobody could influence him one way or the other from achieving his goal.
His goal was to kill the president of the United States. The red haired president was either very much beloved or hated, but his actions to deter the Russians from building a base on Cuba had incensed him. He was furious with both Kruschev and Kennedy for their roles in the Bay of Pigs disaster. He had wanted the Russians to be successful in building a base to pin America into a trap. He hated the very rich, the capitalists who had managed the government of the United States for such a long time. Capitalism had ruined Cuba and Fidel Castro had been successful in eliminating the sins of the greedy and the decadent.
He himself was not a zealot but he did blame Kennedy for his having been successful in making Kruschev pull his battle ships back away from the Cuban island. Kennedy was a problem who must go. He determined to take him out.
He had gotten wind of the trip to Dallas and realized that he could use that trip to achieve his goals.
So while he stood staring out the widow to see if he would be able to shoot the president as he had planned, he failed to hear movement on the stairs.
"Hey," called out the janitor." What are you doing? Nobody is supposed to be in here now."
Lee turned to see the tall lanky boy yelling at him. "What? I am just waiting for the parade to begin. I thought it would be a good location free from the crowds."
"No, sir. I cannot let you stay here," responded the lanky janitor. "You can't be here now...you must leave."
Lee looked at his rifle, decided against revealing himself, and just nodded." Yes, sir!" I will get out as soon as the president has passed by."
"No. You must leave now. My butt is on the line if you stay here...Out! Now! the young man ordered.
Lee shrugged. "All Right. I will be on my way." He left his gun and slowly walked down the stairs, his plans having now been aborted. Damn. I thought sure this would be the day.!
As he walked down the stairs, he heard shots ring out...Slowly, he walked down the stairs, and as he left the building he ran into a man who stared him in the eye. He walked out the door, and listened to the sirens as the shrill sounds penetrated the air. Someone had beat him to his own plan...but he walked on.
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Monday, November 18, 2013
Christmas brings out the best in everyone
When I was a child, my parents did take my brother and me to Chicago to see the window displays that were seen in the windows of Marshall Fields. I remember how spectacular and wonderful that they were then. So tonight I was treated to the beautiful displays in Paris by Printemps and the Gallerie Lafayette that Peter Olson shared on his blog spot. They are truly magnificent and if I could arrange it, I would make certain to visit there to see them. Wish I could pull that trick off but it is a little bit difficult at the moment.
However, it did change and affect my attitude. I have been having a very rough week with all these electronic problems, internet connections, satellite t.v., and even cellphones and computers. It gets to be ridiculous but for a moment, the beauty of Christmas in terms of the displays made me feel a whole lot better. It is worth it to have a computer to be able to participate in worldwide celebrations.
On that note, i repeat my title that Christmas does bring out the best in us when we can enjoy beauty, creativity, and a moment of joy. We surely need that to soothe our aching hearts and weary spirits. Having to arm wrestle through life gets weary and tiresome.
So here is to Peter Olson, a great photographer, for bringing some joy into our lives. And prompting me to want to find a way to fly to Paris if only for a short few days1
However, it did change and affect my attitude. I have been having a very rough week with all these electronic problems, internet connections, satellite t.v., and even cellphones and computers. It gets to be ridiculous but for a moment, the beauty of Christmas in terms of the displays made me feel a whole lot better. It is worth it to have a computer to be able to participate in worldwide celebrations.
On that note, i repeat my title that Christmas does bring out the best in us when we can enjoy beauty, creativity, and a moment of joy. We surely need that to soothe our aching hearts and weary spirits. Having to arm wrestle through life gets weary and tiresome.
So here is to Peter Olson, a great photographer, for bringing some joy into our lives. And prompting me to want to find a way to fly to Paris if only for a short few days1
Last week
Last week was one of the worst I have had in such a long time that I just do not want to think about it.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Charlie Veitch interviews David Shayler (2 of 2)
http://www.youtube.com/v/EyFkUs33wO0?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=bf7oLfBScQtdaNyBgJrtUg&autoplay=1&showinfo=1&feature=share&autohide=1
Final Comments about Jesus Christ reincarnated
In my opinion, the problem with people who believe that they lived a past life is that while much of the world believes in reincarnation, it turns out that these famous figures are such that jealousy and possessive attitudes surround them.
I had had no idea that even someone who thinks herself a reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe would ever receive such rejection and hostility as does a person who makes such a claim. People do not want Marilyn to return inside the body of another person period. They want Marilyn to remain Marilyn in their minds and nobody else can lay claim to her.
So whether someone really is the reincarnation of Marilyn is not so important as the fan base that adores her.
I had foolishly thought that people would be interested in learning about a historical figure if reincarnated. I had read a strange story of a man who is supposed to have been John Wilkes Booth. Frankly, it fascinated me but scared me to think that the psychologist who unearthed the information never told his client about who he had been. But he paraded him around in front of audiences to tell his tale.
I dislike it when someone abuses the faith of a patient like that but the story was interesting to read.
Have I begun to believe that I am the reincarnation of the men I have lived in? I am always questioning it. I have often thought that I have had the keys of the kingdom to open those doors to a life past but I have not really decided that I am or am not the reincarnation of them. There are many ways for me to look at this situation. One, it could be memory that I am accessing, or it may be a spiritual records room in which frankly as the saying goes we are all who we meet. After coming to live their lives, they are a part of me.
The point is that I did experience their lives, and I came to see the people in their lives who came up to me. As I studied them further, I came to realize that some people in their lives never have appeared to me. Why that is I cannot explain. It took a long time to romp through the past as I really enjoyed it but I found it emotional and fulfilling in many ways. Fulfilling in that I came to know a lot about many of them.
But the who of who they are is so mind boggling that it seems grandiose and pretentious until I actually experienced them for myself. There is nothing to fear in learning this information except that it must be shared only with people who respect it rather than ridicule it.
Thus, I take a chance when I share it. But sharing is how I learned of the possibilities involved and thus tried to find out for myself. If I can be of help to others, I believe that I should share.
I had had no idea that even someone who thinks herself a reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe would ever receive such rejection and hostility as does a person who makes such a claim. People do not want Marilyn to return inside the body of another person period. They want Marilyn to remain Marilyn in their minds and nobody else can lay claim to her.
So whether someone really is the reincarnation of Marilyn is not so important as the fan base that adores her.
I had foolishly thought that people would be interested in learning about a historical figure if reincarnated. I had read a strange story of a man who is supposed to have been John Wilkes Booth. Frankly, it fascinated me but scared me to think that the psychologist who unearthed the information never told his client about who he had been. But he paraded him around in front of audiences to tell his tale.
I dislike it when someone abuses the faith of a patient like that but the story was interesting to read.
Have I begun to believe that I am the reincarnation of the men I have lived in? I am always questioning it. I have often thought that I have had the keys of the kingdom to open those doors to a life past but I have not really decided that I am or am not the reincarnation of them. There are many ways for me to look at this situation. One, it could be memory that I am accessing, or it may be a spiritual records room in which frankly as the saying goes we are all who we meet. After coming to live their lives, they are a part of me.
The point is that I did experience their lives, and I came to see the people in their lives who came up to me. As I studied them further, I came to realize that some people in their lives never have appeared to me. Why that is I cannot explain. It took a long time to romp through the past as I really enjoyed it but I found it emotional and fulfilling in many ways. Fulfilling in that I came to know a lot about many of them.
But the who of who they are is so mind boggling that it seems grandiose and pretentious until I actually experienced them for myself. There is nothing to fear in learning this information except that it must be shared only with people who respect it rather than ridicule it.
Thus, I take a chance when I share it. But sharing is how I learned of the possibilities involved and thus tried to find out for myself. If I can be of help to others, I believe that I should share.
Continuation of Jesus Christ Reincarnated part 3
I posted the earlier thoughts about Jesus Christ reincarnated late in the evening. My mind works differently depending upon hour of day. I have been thinking my novel through about Alexander and as at the time of his life, he had been considered a god, it might be almost as absurd for anyone to think that he or she is the reincarnation of Alexander as it is to think that of Jesus Christ.
However, in today's secular society, Alexander has been stripped of his divine status to be just a man which of course makes his feats much more astounding than if he had been a son of a god as he had believed himself to be.
Frankly, according to Jesus, we ware all sons of God. For those who are sexist, sons means women as well as men.
In truth, any of us who are a part of the creative process are at one with the Creator so there is somehow or other no reason to fear being a son of a god, whoever that god may be. Alexander believed himself to be son of Zeus Ammon after some searching and questioning his ancestry.
What does all this mean? It means that no cult groups developed around Alexander that lasted for any time period such as has happened with Jesus Christ so that anyone who claims to be Jesus is considered a bit more daft in the head than those who might think that they had been Alexander.
Remember the time of day when I am writing this…My mind is thinking on a different level than at night time.
I have been working on scenes involving Alexander and his classmates who become the corps senior group in his army as time passes. I finally decided upon a scenario involving Hephaestion which helps to explain the depth of their friendship. Childhood is an important time in anyone's life but Alexander seems to have been a unique young man in his maturity at an age which is quite foreign to most of us in this lifetime. There are always children who exhibit great mental faculties early in life but seldom children who appear mature and adult in adolescence. Alexander is mature enough to lead an army at such a young age that one has to accept the fact that he is taken for an adult. Perhaps his close friends were just as mature in that time and age. None could have remained as children for long under the circumstances.
Well, there I went off my tangent about ATG as I was into the concept of reincarnation. My interest in Alexander is mostly due to my having actually been able to recall that time period and participate in his life in a way that is quite unusual to my way of thinking. I do not know many people who actually can return to a past life and relive it but I have done so in what I call snapshots or time capsules. It happened so consistently and so frequently to convince me that i know Alexander very well.
Does that make me a nut case like this man in Australia who I find plainly addled? I hope not. I do not claim to be Alexander today. I claim that my memories can be compared to potato vines which I used to pull out of the ground at my grandparent's farm in Ohio. On a single vine can be found many different potatoes. To me, I found a vine on which I found many different lives all on that same vine since all share so much in common in their lifestyles.
Now, because I find myself to be both intelligent enough and sane enough, I do not kid around about these experiences to myself at all. I do know that to people enamored with any of these historical figures that to find them possibly known to a woman today as a kind of anathema. Tough bullpucky! I have learned of them despite my being female and I understand their maleness from within very well. They were men who liked women and that I know very well.
And I a woman who likes certain kinds of men. Gentle, kind thoughtful men who like me and let me know it.
So the fact that this man who claims to be Jesus made me think how I would be taken for all my sharing of my beliefs about the aforementioned men…mentioned in this journal at length many times over.
I assert that I have not gone back in time since I first learned of the way to do it. Not because I am not interested, but because it takes time and it then has the effect of causing me to buy books, do research, and to learn more about them according to written historical records. Lucky me that these men are historical because I can then compare my gleanings with those in history…sometimes they are the same but usually the experiences I have are more explicit and defined than just a simple statement such as Alexander defeated the Sacred Band.
A book called The Real George Washington did confirm an experience that I had in him and I know that the woman who told the story relayed it as accurately and correctly as anyone could. I was very impressed with that description of GW at his Farewell to Officers. Nothing impacted me so strongly about GW than that scene.
So yes, I verify. I do not want anyone thinking that I am a delusional crackpot either.
However, in today's secular society, Alexander has been stripped of his divine status to be just a man which of course makes his feats much more astounding than if he had been a son of a god as he had believed himself to be.
Frankly, according to Jesus, we ware all sons of God. For those who are sexist, sons means women as well as men.
In truth, any of us who are a part of the creative process are at one with the Creator so there is somehow or other no reason to fear being a son of a god, whoever that god may be. Alexander believed himself to be son of Zeus Ammon after some searching and questioning his ancestry.
What does all this mean? It means that no cult groups developed around Alexander that lasted for any time period such as has happened with Jesus Christ so that anyone who claims to be Jesus is considered a bit more daft in the head than those who might think that they had been Alexander.
Remember the time of day when I am writing this…My mind is thinking on a different level than at night time.
I have been working on scenes involving Alexander and his classmates who become the corps senior group in his army as time passes. I finally decided upon a scenario involving Hephaestion which helps to explain the depth of their friendship. Childhood is an important time in anyone's life but Alexander seems to have been a unique young man in his maturity at an age which is quite foreign to most of us in this lifetime. There are always children who exhibit great mental faculties early in life but seldom children who appear mature and adult in adolescence. Alexander is mature enough to lead an army at such a young age that one has to accept the fact that he is taken for an adult. Perhaps his close friends were just as mature in that time and age. None could have remained as children for long under the circumstances.
Well, there I went off my tangent about ATG as I was into the concept of reincarnation. My interest in Alexander is mostly due to my having actually been able to recall that time period and participate in his life in a way that is quite unusual to my way of thinking. I do not know many people who actually can return to a past life and relive it but I have done so in what I call snapshots or time capsules. It happened so consistently and so frequently to convince me that i know Alexander very well.
Does that make me a nut case like this man in Australia who I find plainly addled? I hope not. I do not claim to be Alexander today. I claim that my memories can be compared to potato vines which I used to pull out of the ground at my grandparent's farm in Ohio. On a single vine can be found many different potatoes. To me, I found a vine on which I found many different lives all on that same vine since all share so much in common in their lifestyles.
Now, because I find myself to be both intelligent enough and sane enough, I do not kid around about these experiences to myself at all. I do know that to people enamored with any of these historical figures that to find them possibly known to a woman today as a kind of anathema. Tough bullpucky! I have learned of them despite my being female and I understand their maleness from within very well. They were men who liked women and that I know very well.
And I a woman who likes certain kinds of men. Gentle, kind thoughtful men who like me and let me know it.
So the fact that this man who claims to be Jesus made me think how I would be taken for all my sharing of my beliefs about the aforementioned men…mentioned in this journal at length many times over.
I assert that I have not gone back in time since I first learned of the way to do it. Not because I am not interested, but because it takes time and it then has the effect of causing me to buy books, do research, and to learn more about them according to written historical records. Lucky me that these men are historical because I can then compare my gleanings with those in history…sometimes they are the same but usually the experiences I have are more explicit and defined than just a simple statement such as Alexander defeated the Sacred Band.
A book called The Real George Washington did confirm an experience that I had in him and I know that the woman who told the story relayed it as accurately and correctly as anyone could. I was very impressed with that description of GW at his Farewell to Officers. Nothing impacted me so strongly about GW than that scene.
So yes, I verify. I do not want anyone thinking that I am a delusional crackpot either.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Continuation of Jesus Christ Reincarnated
My first thought is that Jesus said that many would come claiming to be him and that all should be careful to discern the truth. For that reason alone, very few people will ever accept anyone who would make such a claim.
I am always dubious of anyone who claims to have lived a previous life. I always am interested to know who they think that they had been and also how it is that they came to learn of it. I have gone out on a limb myself, and this story naturally affected me. I never actually claim to be reincarnated. I claim to have gone back in time and to have relived that person's life moments as they have occurred to me.
But when I learn of stories like this I always worry about how my own statements are received and taken. When the person of the past is a major figure whose fame is so well known it frankly is embarrassing to know that while I have legitimately undergone these moments in time but that when I would discuss them, it seems ludicrous.
So I am writing this to further examine my own dilemma in knowing the truth about myself as having learned of significant men, when I am a woman, and believe it or not, that impacts people more than the fact that they are famous. The fact that I am a woman who has had memories of lives of men is apparently more threatening than anything else. Not to people who have an understanding and know ledge of how reincarnation works but to friends who really do not want to learn that about me.
Immediately people jump to the conclusion that i must be a lesbian. Nothing further from the truth. I have always been boy crazy and man crazy all my female life. In my memories of these men, I have had sexual acquaintance with women when I am in the male role of that person. I have seen naked women, and I have even had sexual contact. So while it has not disturbed me one bit it would disturb a reader or listener I am sure.
(to be continued)
I am always dubious of anyone who claims to have lived a previous life. I always am interested to know who they think that they had been and also how it is that they came to learn of it. I have gone out on a limb myself, and this story naturally affected me. I never actually claim to be reincarnated. I claim to have gone back in time and to have relived that person's life moments as they have occurred to me.
But when I learn of stories like this I always worry about how my own statements are received and taken. When the person of the past is a major figure whose fame is so well known it frankly is embarrassing to know that while I have legitimately undergone these moments in time but that when I would discuss them, it seems ludicrous.
So I am writing this to further examine my own dilemma in knowing the truth about myself as having learned of significant men, when I am a woman, and believe it or not, that impacts people more than the fact that they are famous. The fact that I am a woman who has had memories of lives of men is apparently more threatening than anything else. Not to people who have an understanding and know ledge of how reincarnation works but to friends who really do not want to learn that about me.
Immediately people jump to the conclusion that i must be a lesbian. Nothing further from the truth. I have always been boy crazy and man crazy all my female life. In my memories of these men, I have had sexual acquaintance with women when I am in the male role of that person. I have seen naked women, and I have even had sexual contact. So while it has not disturbed me one bit it would disturb a reader or listener I am sure.
(to be continued)
List of people who claim to have been Jesus Christ
List of people claimed to be Jesus
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This is a partial list of notable people who have been claimed, either by themselves or by their followers, to in some way be the reincarnation or incarnation of Jesus Christ, or theSecond Coming of Christ.
18th century[edit]
- Ann Lee (1736-1784), the founder and leader of the Shakers. Lee's followers referred to her as "Mother," believing that she was the female incarnation of Christ on Earth. [1]
19th century[edit]
- John Nichols Thom (1799–1838), a Cornish tax rebel who claimed to be the "saviour of the world" and the reincarnation of Jesus Christ and his body temple of the Holy Ghost[citation needed] in 1834. He was killed by British soldiers at the Battle of Bossenden Wood, on May 31, 1838 inKent, England.[2]
- Arnold Potter (1804–1872), Schismatic Latter Day Saint leader; he claimed the spirit of Jesus Christ entered into his body and he became "Potter Christ" Son of the living God. He died in an attempt to "ascend into heaven" by jumping off a cliff. His body was later retrieved and buried by his followers.[3]
- Bahá'u'lláh (1817–1892), born Shiite, adopted Bábism later in 1844,[4] he claimed to be the prophesied fulfillment and Promised One of all the major religions. He founded the Bahá'í Faith in 1863.[5] Followers of the Bahá'í Faith believe that the fulfillment of the prophecies of the second coming of Jesus, as well as the prophecies of the 5th Buddha Maitreya and many other religious prophecies, were begun by the Báb in 1844 and then by Bahá'u'lláh. They commonly compare the fulfillment of Christian prophecies to Jesus' fulfillment of Jewish prophecies, where in both cases people were expecting the literal fulfillment of apocalyptic statements.[6]
- William W. Davies (1833–1906), leader of a Latter Day Saint schismatic group called the Kingdom of Heaven located in Walla Walla, Washington from 1867 to 1881. He taught his followers that he was the archangel Michael, who had previously lived as the biblical Adam,Abraham, and David. When his son Arthur was born on February 11, 1868, Davies declared that the infant was the reincarnated Jesus Christ.[7][8] When Davies's second son, David, was born in 1869, he was declared to be God the Father.[7]
- Mirza Ghulam Ahmad of Qadian, India (1835–1908), claimed to be the awaited Mahdi as well as (Second Coming) and likeness of Jesus the promised Messiah at the end of time, being the only person in Islamic history who claimed to be both.[citation needed] He claimed to be Jesus in the metaphorical sense; in character. He founded the Ahmadiyya Movement in 1889, envisioning it to be the rejuvenation of Islam, and claimed to be commissioned by God for the reformation of mankind.
- Lou de Palingboer (1898-1968), the founder and figurehead of a new religious movement in the Netherlands, who claimed to be "the resurrected body of Jesus Christ".
20th century[edit]
- Haile Selassie I (1892–1975) did not claim to be Jesus and disapproved of claims that he was Jesus. But the Rastafari movement, which emerged in Jamaica during the 1930s, believes he is the Second Coming. He embodied this when he became Emperor of Ethiopia in 1930, perceived as confirmation of the return of the Messiah in the prophetic Book of Revelation 5:5 in the New Testament but is also expected to return a second time to initiate the apocalyptic day of judgment. He is also called Jah Ras Tafari, and is often considered to be alive by Rastafari movement members.[9]
- Ernest Norman (1904–1971), an American electrical engineer who co-founded the Unarius Academy of Science in 1954, was allegedly Jesus in a past life and his earthly incarnation was as an archangel named Raphiel.[10] He claimed to be the reincarnation of other notable figures including Confucius, Mona Lisa, Benjamin Franklin, Socrates, Queen Elizabeth I, and Tsar Peter I the Great.[11]
- William M. Branham (April 8, 1908 – December 24, 1965) though never directly claiming to be Jesus himself, Branham promoted himself as the final prophet "Elijah" [12] and claimed that Elijah of this day was the Lord Jesus Christ.[13]
- Krishna Venta (1911—1958), born Francis Herman Pencovic in San Francisco, founded the WKFL (Wisdom, Knowledge, Faith and Love) Fountain of the World cult in Simi Valley, California in the late 1940s. In 1948 he stated that he was Christ, the new messiah and claimed to have led a convoy of rocket ships to Earth from the extinct planet Neophrates. He died on December 10, 1958 after being suicide bombed by two disgruntled former followers who accused Venta of mishandling cult funds and having been intimate with their wives.
- Ahn Sahng-Hong (1918–1985), a South Korean who founded the New Covenant Passover Church of God in 1964 and who is considered by theWorld Mission Society Church of God as the Second Coming of Jesus. The World Mission Society Church of God believes that a woman by the name Zahng Gil-Jah is "God the Mother," who they believe is referred to in the Bible as the New Jerusalem Mother (Galatians 4:26, and that Ahn Sahng-Hong is God the Father[14]
- Sun Myung Moon (1920–2012), believed by members of the Unification Church to be the Messiah and the Second Coming of Christ, fulfilling Jesus' unfinished mission. Church members ("Unificationists") consider Sun Myung Moon and his wife, Hak Ja Han, to be the True Parents of humankind as the restored Adam and Eve.[15][16]
- Jim Jones (1931–1978), founder of Peoples Temple, which started off as an offshoot of a mainstream protestant sect before becoming apersonality cult as time went on. He claimed to be the reincarnation of Jesus, Akhenaten, Buddha, Vladimir Lenin, and Father Divine in the 1970s.[17] Organized a mass murder suicide at Jonestown, Guyana on November 18, 1978.[18] He shot himself after the murders were done.
- Marshall Applewhite (1931–1997), an American who posted a famous Usenet message declaring, "I, Jesus—Son of God—acknowledge on this date of September 25/26, 1995: ..."[19] Applewhite and his Heaven's Gate cult committed mass suicide on March 26, 1997 to rendezvous with what they thought was a spaceship hiding behind the comet Hale-Bopp.[20]
- Yahweh ben Yahweh (1935–2007), born as Hulon Mitchell, Jr., a black nationalist and separatist who created the Nation of Yahweh in 1979 inLiberty City, Florida. His self-proclaimed name means "God, Son of God." He could have only been deeming himself to be "son of God", not God, but many of his followers clearly deem him to be God Incarnate.[21][22] In 1992, he was convicted of conspiracy to commit murder and sentenced to 18 years in prison.[23]
- Laszlo Toth (1938–), Hungarian-born Australian who claimed he was Jesus Christ as he vandalized Michelangelo's Pietà with a geologist's hammer in 1972.[24][25]
- Wayne Bent (1941–), also known as Michael Travesser of the Lord Our Righteousness Church. He claims; "I am the embodiment of God. I am divinity and humanity combined."[26] He was convicted on December 15, 2008 of one count of criminal sexual contact of a minor and two counts of contributing to the delinquency of a minor in 2008.[27]
- Ariffin Mohammed (1943–), also known as "Ayah Pin", the founder of the banned Sky Kingdom in Malaysia in 1975. He claims to have direct contact with the heavens and is believed by his followers to be the incarnation of Jesus, as well as Shiva, and Buddha, and Muhammad.[28]
- Mitsuo Matayoshi (1944–), a conservative Japanese politician, who in 1997 established the World Economic Community Party based on his conviction that he is God and Christ, renaming himself Iesu Matayoshi. According to his program he will do the Last Judgment as Christ but within the current political system.[29][30]
- José Luis de Jesús Miranda (1946–), Puerto Rican founder, leader and organizer of Growing in Grace based in Miami, Florida, who claims that the resurrected Christ "integrated himself within me" in 2007.[31]
- Inri Cristo (1948–), a Brazilian astrologer who claims to be the second Jesus reincarnated in 1969,[32] Brasília is considered by Inri Cristo and his disciples as the “New Jerusalem” of the Apocalypse.
- Thomas Harrison Provenzano[33] (1949–2000), an American convicted murderer who was possibly mentally ill. He compared his execution withJesus Christ's crucifixion.[34]
- Shoko Asahara (1955–), founded the controversial Japanese religious group Aum Shinrikyo in 1984. He declared himself "Christ", Japan's only fully enlightened master and the "Lamb of God". His purported mission was to take upon himself the sins of the world. He outlined a doomsday prophecy, which included a Third World War, and described a final conflict culminating in a nuclear "Armageddon", borrowing the term from theBook of Revelation 16:16.[35] Humanity would end, except for the elite few who joined Aum.[35] The group gained international notoriety in March 20, 1995, when it carried out the Sarin gas attack on the Tokyo subway. He has been sentenced to death, and is awaiting execution.
- David Koresh (1959–1993), born Vernon Wayne Howell, was the leader of a Branch Davidian religious sect in Waco, Texas, though never directly claiming to be Jesus himself, proclaimed that he was the final prophet and "the Son of God, the Lamb" in 1983. In 1993, a raid by the U.S. BATF, and the subsequent siege by the FBI ended with Branch Davidian ranch burning to the ground. Koresh, 54 adults and 21 children were found dead after the fire extinguished itself.[36]
- Hogen Fukunaga (1945–) founded Ho No Hana Sanpogyo, often called the "foot reading cult," in Japan in 1987 after an alleged spiritual event where he claimed to have realized he was the reincarnation of Jesus Christ and Gautama Buddha.[37]
- Marina Tsvigun (1960–), or Maria Devi Christos, is the leader of the Great White Brotherhood.[38] In 1990 she met Yuri Krivonogov, the "Great White Brotherhood" founder, who recognized Marina as a new messiah and later married her, assuming in the sect the role of "John the Baptist", subordinate to Tsvigun.
- Sergey Torop (1961–), a Russian who claims to be "reborn" as Vissarion, Jesus Christ returned, which makes him not "God" but the "word of God." He founded the Church of the Last Testament and the spiritual community Ecopolis Tiberkul in Southern Siberia in 1990.
- Maurice Clemmons (1972–2009) an American felon responsible for the 2009 murder of four police officers in Washington state, repeatedly referred to himself as Jesus, and said his wife Rozena was Eve, which he went on to describe as the "Goddess of all things holy". She would later poison Maurice and take up the mantle of Jesus for herself. [39][40]
21st century[edit]
- David Shayler (1965–) was a former MI5 agent and whistleblower who, in the summer of 2007, proclaimed himself to be the Messiah. He has released a series of videos onYouTube claiming to be Jesus, although he has not built up any noticeable following since his claims.[41][42][43]
- Oscar Ramiro Ortega-Hernandez (1990-). In November 2011, he fired nine shots with an AK-47-type rifle at the White House in Washington D.C., believing himself to be Jesus Christ sent to kill U.S. President Barack Obama whom he believed to be the Anti-Christ.[44][45]
- Alan John Miller (1962–), more commonly known as A.J. Miller, a former Jehovah's Witness elder and current leader of the Australia-based Divine Truth movement.[46] Miller claims to be Jesus Christ reincarnated with others in the 20th century to spread messages that he calls the "Divine Truth". He delivers these messages in seminars and various forms of media along with his current partner Mary Suzanne Luck, who identifies herself as the returned Mary Magdalene.[47]
- Apollo Quiboloy (1950–) is the founder and leader of a Philippines-based Restorationist church, the Kingdom of Jesus Christ, The Name Above Every Name, Inc. He has made claims that he is the "Appointed Son of God".
See also[edit]
- Cult of personality
- Doomsday cult
- Jerusalem syndrome
- Jewish Messiah claimants
- List of avatar claimants
- List of Buddha claimants
- List of founders of religious traditions
- List of Mahdi claimants
- List of messiah claimants
- Messiah
- Messiah complex
- List of people who have been considered deities
- Unfulfilled Christian religious predictions
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