tu est le roi, tu est le roi, tu est le roi, tu est le roi, repeatedly over and over I hear this voice telling me repeatedly over and over as I am going into sleep and trance that je suis le roi, and at last in sleep, I wake up to see a spiritual body in front of me and just like that I am whisked into that body and am now in the person who had just stood before me and I am that person now, and I watch as I view people coming into the room where I am standing, and they file in, one after another, in what appears to be a setting like pews or chairs arranged so that each takes his place to watch me in my performance as I am being dressed for the morning...one by one, an attendant comes to me, brings with him a garment of some kind, and on bended knee as he bows down in front of me and then rises to hand me the chemise which he places on me, and I go through this routine with each and every piece that is brought to me, each attendant always carefully bowing and genuflecting before handing it to me, and then placing it upon me, and finally when it is ended I raise my arms up into the air, as to say it is ended, and all during this time, the audience watches me carefully.

I did not know for at least a year after I had this experience what I had been doing or what was being done to me. I eventually learned that it is the morning levee at which the King is dressed in front of an audience who come faithfully. After this is a performance of a Mass at which the King and his courtiers all attend. This is described in great detail, but when this occurred I had no idea what it had been but I had an idea that I knew who I had been and I naturally checked it to find out what I could. Because I was still in my state of paranoia about who is trying to always steal my stuff out of my head even, I used a stick man in my notes to recall this event. I always believe that I may forget some of these things in time.

Funny that it does not really work that way...I will explain in next post some afterthoughts about this...

Second Attempt

Listen to the ocean waves, hear them come ashore, listen to the ocean waves,hear them come ashore, you are going deeper into sleep, deeper, deeper, listen to the waves, deeper, you will soon be asleep. the waves are gently coming ashore (sounds of waves hitting the shores, very beautiful sounds of waves stroking the beach) deeper, you will be asleep, you are going to sleep, and finally, I awaken, I see in front of me a wave of arms gently going down one at a time, all green gowns, and I realize that I am in a state of deep serenity, peacefulness, and I look down at myself to see a gold, lacey costume that is simply dazzling, but the peace and the beauty overwhelm my senses as it is so lovely, so beautiful, so peaceful as I watch arms glide one after another before me, then just that quickly I am swiftly whisked into a place on a terrace that has lush green grass everywhere and I walk slowly ahead to turn around and look back and glance at a glorious vision of a golden building drenched in sunlight, and I walk on down a staircase, and I turn to the right when I get to the bottom of the stairs, and I find myself staring at a wall...I stand suspended looking at this wall for what seems to me to be forever, and then I look down to see a fountain which lies at the foot of the stairwell, another set of stairs, and I walk down to the fountain which is a huge circle, and the water jets are working sending arcs of water up into the air. I looked up to see a person standing there and as I approached I could see that this gentleman had long curly hair hanging down his shoulders, and the nearer I came I could see the twinkling in his eyes as he looked at me, and I sensed his pride and his dignity at that moment.

then as suddenly, I am whisked into another scene...

Experiment Time

France Vision aired in local television at one time, and I had become a fan of it. I loved the travels through France, the insights into the culture and the history so that I would watch each time it aired. After seeing some video I decided to try an experiment to see if I could learn anything about myself, if I had lived in another time, and so I put myself to sleep and waited it out.

The first session was totally different from all the rest as it was probably like any first time, clumsy, uncertain, and confusing.

The way it works with me is that once I am fully asleep, I am whisked into a different time period, and I am in a body, or about to enter a body, as each is individual and varies from time to time. Spontaneous memories do not work the same as hypnotic trances. Those I will explain later.

But for now, I actually had success, found myself walking down a hall in a physically large man, could tell that I was very thick-skinned, as I ignored the incessant ranting at me, name-calling, abrasive and mean expletives being hurled at me, and I just walked on through this storm of hate filled foul language calling me a "mechant".

What a way to begin my learning of who I had been. I had given myself the directive to learn of my own identity.

I felt like a two ton elephant or sherman tank as I was literally impervious to this barage of namecalling which I was undergoing, but as I came to the end of the hallway I seemed to hear a female voice talking to me, asking me who loves me best...and I then woke up.

I recognized the latter female question as that of one between Louis XIV and Madame de Maintenon, but in this case I had the feeling that it was Madame de Montespan. That is why it was so confusing. I did not know the identity of the male voice harping at me...I eventually learned who I think it could have been, as it was confirmed to me when I went to the Chateau du Versailles in October, 2009.

Psychic Pulls

In the meantime, at the local public library, I found a way to entertain myself by browsing shelves of books, and one of those automatic remote control type things kept occuring within me to return to a given shelf to look at books there. It is probably similar to divining for water with divining rods as my solar plexus kept taking me back to a shelf whereupon I finally gave in and checked out a book about Louis XIV by Olivier Berniere.

Another book by Nancy Mitford attracted me as well, so I checked it out after reading Berniere's book which is the first introduction to the Sun King that I had ever read. In a short resume of many French kings and queens I had probably read a thumbnail sketch type version of his life, but until I read the book by Olivier Berniere, I had not know one thing about him at all.

I had struck gold! I read his life through then and there, and while earlier I had been reading a book by Lynn Hunt, called the Romance of the Family, which is about Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette, and the Bourbon clan, I had not really ever had any interest in the French kings and queens until now.

Louis XIV did not exactly catch my fancy until I happened upon a chapter that strangely enough excited me. It was about one of the wars where I felt an emotional need and I did respond to that, and then later I read a statement which set me on edge as I read a description of Louis XIV that I had already said about myself. Immediately, I was suspicious. I had used that statement when I lived in California and I wondered at how it could be that something that I had said so long ago could now come up in a book about a French king, someone who is totally alien to me.

Naturally, that made me wonder so I did then check out the book by Nancy Mitford which has many wonderful illustrations in it. The Bourbon Family is fascinating once you finally come to know of them, and the French King who is lampooned as a bigot and fop is actually a very credible and worthwhile being again when one gets to know him. But before one can do that well, one has to ignore tons of prejudice and bias about his lifestyle, his reign, his mistresses, and his extravagance.

So I embarked on the study...and this is how...

Self-Hypnotic Tapes

In the 1980's I purchased a group of cassette tapes which were made to put one's self into a hypnotic trance, and I have kept them and used them periodically as they actually do work in a way that is quite astonishing.

I am not one who is likely to allow anyone but myself to tamper with my mind, and I have attended local hypnotic sessions done for entertainment to watch others go to sleep, and to obey commands given by a hypnotist. There was a craze years ago in California when it was quite fashionable to let a hip hypnotist put you to sleep and to make a fool of yourself on stage. We actually watched people who would go to sleep instantly just upon the mere thought of it, and it is quite fascinating to witness people en masse making total fools of themselves just for humor.

So while I would not let anyone else tamper with my mind, as I think that one's own mind is too precious to let others control and manipulate, I decided to try it myself to see if I could actually go under in a trance and learn anything while in that state of being..

I realize that these blogs should be short and to the point to be effective.

Thus, I will post this and pick this thought up later...

Writer's Block

How quickly we forget! LiveJournal has a daily writer's block thought that one can respond to with a thought or full page, whatever,as it is your choice, and writer's block is something that happens to everyone no matter how verbose or thoughtful. When I was writing for the Institute, they actually called the blank sheet of paper on the typewriter the devil...fighting with a blank page trying to turn it into a creative piece of artwork.

So as someone just suggested somewhere else, just start writing.

Just as in doing exercises, one must stretch and pull before going into each separate workout session...so it may be true with the art of writing as well. One should stretch one's literary muscles and flex those muscles, breathing in deeply, and exhaling deeply. I spent the morning reading an ebook by Joe Fullam on a fantasy island kind of story about Henry VIII and his grandson Edward who are both heading back to England to use the famous King Arthur Sword Excalibur to spur dear Edward on into the court of Henry's famous daughter Queen Elizabeth I.

Did I like the book? With Henry teaching young Edward about other famous heroic characters of antiquity it was bit fun to hear him speak of Alexander and Julius Caesar in the same breath in the same chapter nearly...he gave Julius Caesar much more space than that of Alexander.

So on that note, I will begin with my first inquiry into times past and see how they will appear on this blog, not that I haven't almost milked these topics to death.

Kathleen and I went downtown Los Angeles to see Gina Cerminara speak about Edgar Cayce. Gina has written a book called Many Mansions and Kathleen and I are both interested in strange spiritual matters so thought it would be fun to listen to Gina at a gathering in Hollywood. It was a tiny small room but there was a sizeable turnout to hear this famous author who had written her own biography about the famous seer. He is famous worldwide for his medical advice given to many who had sought him out in his home while he theoretically visited a place in time called the Akashic records and there he was able to learn who the person querying him for information had been in terms of spiritual progress so that he could advise them properly on matters of health, or behaviour, or whatever.

She said something that always impressed me just before we left the building and that was not to believe everything that was being said out there in the world as much of it is mostly lies.

After that, Kathleen and I went to some group in a hotel downtown in L.A. where they were selling pamphlets, brochures, and had an informal gathering discussing reincarnation, and one of the things that they asked was if any movies had ever impacted or made an imprint upon any of us.

I had seen a lot of movies when I was young and one had indeed impressed me so much because it had a character in it as a girl who had "second sight", a study of a girl who could see into the future, and the crowd turned against her and she suffered a lot that way...I never forgot the movie but could not remember the title or the stars in it even. I had thought that it could have been Captain of Castile with Tyrone Power but I have never been able to verify that at all. I did try to find it one time but with no luck.

Personally, I do not think that most people want to think that they had been someone famous. I had remembered questions of who would you have wanted to have been and I have always thought that to be stupid and insane. I have always wanted to be just myself no matter what.

Why would you want to be anyone other than your own self if you stop and think about it?

But I had had strange things happen to me when I was a child that I still remember and one was in handwriting. When we were learning our letters in gradeschool in penmanship I had difficulty with the letter x.

I simply could not write it as we were instructed to do, you know with the little curvature and a line slashing through it..I had to write it always as two curves back to back, and it was so deeply engrained in me that I never forgot that. Later, I learned that that is the way that they wrote x's in the colonies, and even as far as earlier centuries in Europe. So the letter x always made an impact on me, even in algebra, solving the problem of x, I know that letter is still crucial to my understanding the truth about former lifetimes and their carryover into this lifetime.

I believe that there is inside me, and I cannot speak for anyone else, a strong powerful force that sometimes has a control over me. I have felt it happen just as it had happened in my childhood on more than one occasion in this lifetime.

(For the sake of forgetfulness , I will list two of them immediately as I am prone to forgetfulness. One was an incident at Caesar's palace when while walking in the front parking and garden area, I found myself walking in an overconfident but absolutely self-assured way that was not me at all, but this being from within had so taken me over that that being was exercising his way of walking through me, and for a while I could not control it at all, and just continued to walk like that, knowing that it was not me and trying to shake it off, wondering what the heck is happening now, and finally after about five to ten minutes walking from the sidewalk to the entrance it finally let go of me, and I went back to my normal own self's way of walking...I did not know who it was and as I was studying Louis XIV I attributed it to him, but finally decided later it had to have been Caesar...it was so like Caesar to be that way. The second time a force came through me was again with handwriting as I was penning a note to Mandy and I could feel the force from within make the letter for me...I knew it was Louis this time though and sure enough, when I compared his handwriting, that is who it had been.)

My contention at this point is that either spirits can be attracted to you and invade you, or that your own real self as that entity lies deep within and sometimes emerges and takes over. I am always debating this with myself as to which is which but for real, I know that these forces are so powerful that they can overtake your own independent will.

Well, to make a long story short, I who had never heard of Louis XIV found myself back in time reliving his life after I had put myself to sleep in a hypnotic state to learn who I had been if I had been anyone at all in a previous lifetime...

So for a few pages or so I will continue this story of my trip back into the time of the Grand Siecle where I learned of who the SunKing is and his importance to me today.

Facebook friends and connections

I have just learned how to use facebook and am making connections there which is great fun.

In fact, I came to blogger due to a connection at yahoo discussion group because this woman author writes a blog here as well. I will try to get her connected somehow to my blog...I am a slow learner in computerland, and I do not feel one bit bad about it. I am going to eventually maybe learn to trust people in the internet but so far I am a bit lacking in that department.

LeahMarieBrown did connect to the Marie Antoinette site this past week and I found her blog to be very interesting. I am a cream puff at times, and the fact that she mentioned cream puffs set me afire as I love Basha's cream puffs and had just bought two of them this past week, gobbling them up faster than kids eat popcorn and peanuts. I then thought I finally have had enough of those, and as I am always trying to lose weight, these have so few calories as to be ridiculous...mostly dream whip I think but I have a love of them.

She has written a novel that I found to sound a bit too much like Forever Amber in many ways, and quite unlike what I believe Marie Antoinette to have been like, but so it goes...everyone has their own notions of how people behaved and acted in times past.

But LeahMarieBrown is a gorgeous woman who is far prettier than Antoinette by a long shot but she and Axel who owns the Images group apparently are good friends. Frankly, I wonder if any of these photos are ever real people or not. Maybe they are all the same one person using many different aliases.

But because she has a blogspot at this site I believe I decided that it is time for me to add a few words here again...I get so wrapped up in too many things in computerville, and it takes a lot of time to do anything well.

At any rate, I found she is on facebook too so I have tried to reach her. I do not know if it will be a success or not yet.

I personally read a lot of stories, and romance novels are my least favorite types. I cannot stand the gushy and overly dramatic love stories as I am not one to dwell on that kind of fantasy. I like mysteries and history, naturally I will cite astrology as a basis for this, having a Scorpio moon that would lend itself to my liking mystery novels best. I wonder how much truth there is in astrology anyway as I truly do not believe in it either.

A page a day would make a book of some kind...so I had intended to attempt the job of writing a novel but don't want any followers unless they let my creative juices remain my own.

I will see if I can do it or not...so far, I have not let myself go too much at it. But next post will be the first attempt at some topic...