Yesterday was Bastille Day, and because I sometimes get very emotionally involved about the tragedy that occurred there, I get indignant at what happened. But today I watched a video of a re-enactment at Eastern Pennsylvania Penitentiary that it made me laugh. I realize that when serious dramas as what happened in France become so trivialized that they become comical we are in really deep, deep trouble to ever be taken seriously about anything.
Bastille Day should always be remembered as the day the devils cut loose and took control of France, and should not even be celebrated or remembered by the French who still appear to worship devilment more than sanity.
However, the video of Bastille Day at a prison in Philadephia is funny and humorous, making light of a very serious tragedy, as the victims should never have been mistreated as they were. It is senseless revelry, but I could and do see the humor in it as portrayed by those who are over dramatizing it for their own entertainment.
The old saying of if they did it to them, what will they do to you? So nobody should ever take themselves seriously at all it seems.
Imagine that if some other country makes light of the 9/11 disaster how those who suffered so much in New York and New Jersey would feel. But so it goes...eventually, everyone gets lampooned someday.
I can just imagine some nation flying paperplanes into buildings just for the sport of it to re-enact the day when the world trade towers came down.
All this things do pass and these times will pass as well...I guess it is our reaction to things that matters most someone once said, and that someone was Janet Taylor Caldwell whose efforts in a study of reincarnation helped me immeasurably and is the main reason I continue to write my story for others to find a way to help themselves too.
Yesterday, I was in the life of Louis as a child, and as I had taken a correspondence course on writing for children I still am inclined to think about a book for a child. My first books were about Queen Elizabeth I when I was a child and I loved and adored all the tales told about her. I have wondered if I could do the same for Louis, but am never sure. I will consider it as I get this put into the blog now.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Switcheroo now
Since this is my first attempt at blogging this material, considering that my other methods of storing this material has not satisfied me as much as the possibilities of this one does, I am
thinking of writing short plot devices or scene devices as I go along...this is all extemporaneous without research as such...research is an excuse for travel many times, isn't it? I love to travel too to research backgrounds,but when it is either science fiction or historical materials, today's appearances are way off the times of yesteryear which is one reason the ability to go back and to regress one's self into the past gives a much clearer image of the times.
But to get started without so much explanation as Iwill be a lot like some p.e. teacher that kids used to complain about so much:
The classes for ballet are very rigorous and exacting. ". Stretch, pull, turn, arms extended, up, higher, higher, lighter on the feet". You're too heavy, lighten up, there, that's it, extend those arms, higher, higher...day after day, my muscles ached, my throat tightened, and I jumped, pirouetted, stretched, leaped, and gradually, my muscles adjusted to the routines.
Early in the morning, I had to have classes all day long, listening to the droning lectures, learning my penmanship, writing with a quill is not easy, and ballet lessons were a way to let go of the tedium of learning geography, vocabulary lessons, spelling lessons, and dull math problems. Ballet became fun and entertaining, a way to let go of my tensions, and my anxieties.
My teachers thought me a bit slow at times as I did not really like learning to draw the quill pen down to make a loop or up to make another loop. It took me many long hours to master the art of letters with loops at the top or at the bottom. I would do it my way, and my instructor, Monsieur,,,,,,,,,would admonish me with both a look and a smack as he slammed his baton down on the desk....no, no, go down when you draw the g, and so I would practice repeatedly, down on the g. You must draw up when you make the t and you must learn to cross it too.
So the chance to stretch, to pull, and to leap into the air was a welcome respite from the tedium of writing and penmanship...or worse than ever, learning multiplacation tables...2x2=4. 2+2=4 too. Take two apples and add two more and how many do you have? Four So yes, dancing into the air, learning how to hold my partner whenever I had a partner was fun in comparison. Usually I danced alone. The king is nearly always alone.
I remember when I had to sit and listen to parliament as they argued and harangued each other about some legal proceeding. I had to sit in a corner, and listen and watch, and say nothing, but take it all in...it was all I could do from going to sleep. But I listened, and watched, and realized that these men were impressing me with their lively and energetic arguments about which law to enact and which one to discourage. They paid me little attention but were always aware that I am there watching them and listening so that someday I will be able to offer my opinion and decision. In the meantime, my mother and the cardinal had the responsibility to decide for me.
I am learning all the while who is who and what his real intent and purpose is, and I eventually know all the names of all the members, and who will be most likely easy to deal with and who will be contentious and disruptive. I really like these parliament sessions though for it gives me an idea of how government operates.
I go with Cardinal Mazarin nearly everywhere he goes as I am being instructed all the time in the ways of behaviour, learning how to address certain personages, and how to be addressed as well. I am the king, and I must learn how to behave with all my subjects as well as how to be addressed and treated by them. It is a long and exacting process but I am a good student and I am quick to learn.
Cardinal Mazarin is my tutor so to speak. He is in charge of the government for me until I am able to decide myself how to approach the ruling of a nation. My mother is the regent, and she is my standin until I am old enough to manage for myself. My mother is very strict and proper in everything. She still rules as though she is at a Spanish court many times since that is her background, but she does admit that she is now French and must obey the rules and etiquette of the French court. I am all French. I am only Spanish by imitation, but I am fully and totally all French, not by bloodlines, but by loyalty and allegiance and by birthright. My father is French, and my mother is Spanish, and I have Italian blood in me as well. I am a mixture that way, but my cousins are the same way who live and rule in either England, or Spain, or Italy, or Austria, and we are all very much alike...one big family.
My father died when I was five years old, and I became the king then. But because I am a child, I have to wait until I reach an age where I can rule by myself, and without my mother or the Cardinal's help. I do not mind waiting until I am old enough as I see that there is a lot of work in the life of a ruler/king. The Cardinal is busy all the time, and my mother rules the etiquette and style of the court. We are at the Palais Royale, and at the Louvre Palace, which are both huge and mammoth in size. I feel very small sometimes when walking down the hallways and peering into rooms that are way too big for me. So yes, I can wait...I will grow into the kind of king who will make the rooms seem small.
thinking of writing short plot devices or scene devices as I go along...this is all extemporaneous without research as such...research is an excuse for travel many times, isn't it? I love to travel too to research backgrounds,but when it is either science fiction or historical materials, today's appearances are way off the times of yesteryear which is one reason the ability to go back and to regress one's self into the past gives a much clearer image of the times.
But to get started without so much explanation as Iwill be a lot like some p.e. teacher that kids used to complain about so much:
The classes for ballet are very rigorous and exacting. ". Stretch, pull, turn, arms extended, up, higher, higher, lighter on the feet". You're too heavy, lighten up, there, that's it, extend those arms, higher, higher...day after day, my muscles ached, my throat tightened, and I jumped, pirouetted, stretched, leaped, and gradually, my muscles adjusted to the routines.
Early in the morning, I had to have classes all day long, listening to the droning lectures, learning my penmanship, writing with a quill is not easy, and ballet lessons were a way to let go of the tedium of learning geography, vocabulary lessons, spelling lessons, and dull math problems. Ballet became fun and entertaining, a way to let go of my tensions, and my anxieties.
My teachers thought me a bit slow at times as I did not really like learning to draw the quill pen down to make a loop or up to make another loop. It took me many long hours to master the art of letters with loops at the top or at the bottom. I would do it my way, and my instructor, Monsieur,,,,,,,,,would admonish me with both a look and a smack as he slammed his baton down on the desk....no, no, go down when you draw the g, and so I would practice repeatedly, down on the g. You must draw up when you make the t and you must learn to cross it too.
So the chance to stretch, to pull, and to leap into the air was a welcome respite from the tedium of writing and penmanship...or worse than ever, learning multiplacation tables...2x2=4. 2+2=4 too. Take two apples and add two more and how many do you have? Four So yes, dancing into the air, learning how to hold my partner whenever I had a partner was fun in comparison. Usually I danced alone. The king is nearly always alone.
I remember when I had to sit and listen to parliament as they argued and harangued each other about some legal proceeding. I had to sit in a corner, and listen and watch, and say nothing, but take it all in...it was all I could do from going to sleep. But I listened, and watched, and realized that these men were impressing me with their lively and energetic arguments about which law to enact and which one to discourage. They paid me little attention but were always aware that I am there watching them and listening so that someday I will be able to offer my opinion and decision. In the meantime, my mother and the cardinal had the responsibility to decide for me.
I am learning all the while who is who and what his real intent and purpose is, and I eventually know all the names of all the members, and who will be most likely easy to deal with and who will be contentious and disruptive. I really like these parliament sessions though for it gives me an idea of how government operates.
I go with Cardinal Mazarin nearly everywhere he goes as I am being instructed all the time in the ways of behaviour, learning how to address certain personages, and how to be addressed as well. I am the king, and I must learn how to behave with all my subjects as well as how to be addressed and treated by them. It is a long and exacting process but I am a good student and I am quick to learn.
Cardinal Mazarin is my tutor so to speak. He is in charge of the government for me until I am able to decide myself how to approach the ruling of a nation. My mother is the regent, and she is my standin until I am old enough to manage for myself. My mother is very strict and proper in everything. She still rules as though she is at a Spanish court many times since that is her background, but she does admit that she is now French and must obey the rules and etiquette of the French court. I am all French. I am only Spanish by imitation, but I am fully and totally all French, not by bloodlines, but by loyalty and allegiance and by birthright. My father is French, and my mother is Spanish, and I have Italian blood in me as well. I am a mixture that way, but my cousins are the same way who live and rule in either England, or Spain, or Italy, or Austria, and we are all very much alike...one big family.
My father died when I was five years old, and I became the king then. But because I am a child, I have to wait until I reach an age where I can rule by myself, and without my mother or the Cardinal's help. I do not mind waiting until I am old enough as I see that there is a lot of work in the life of a ruler/king. The Cardinal is busy all the time, and my mother rules the etiquette and style of the court. We are at the Palais Royale, and at the Louvre Palace, which are both huge and mammoth in size. I feel very small sometimes when walking down the hallways and peering into rooms that are way too big for me. So yes, I can wait...I will grow into the kind of king who will make the rooms seem small.
Today is Bastille Day
I had a rude awakening this morning. I had forgotten that in France they celebrate this day which is called Bastille Day. All of a sudden, a post from Air France arrives reminding me that this is Bastille Day, and I hit the roof!
For one thing since I have been baring my soul on this blog as my intent is to shape it into something readable and communicable for those who may try to understand me a bit better as I age and mellow in life, I have admitted to learning of a lifetime as the Sun King, King Louis XIV, who is a very big deal in France in the time period in which he lived. No other time in history has France had such great prestige and influence as it did when ruled by King Louis XIV. How is that for a statement of total humility?
But anyway, despite admitting to a truism here and there, I am also very conscious of the way the revolutionaries behaved in such a barbaric manner as to be truly not only unlawful but also totally demonic that it is a shame that the French do not have the common sense to wake up and die right as we say here in this country.
Now understand, of course, that this problem of monarchs versus democrats and republicans is a very natural issue when one learns that one has stood against a King (King George III of England and his overtaxation policy to further aggrandize himself and his crown), and one has also been a king not once but twice over, and so in the final analysis, that is my main theory in summing up the story of my many lives, which is better, that of commoner and ordinary citizen, or that of king and ruler and powerful force to determine lots of nations and world as such.
So on this day which the French celebrate a victory of the downtrodden (which led to our having a statue of Liberty in our shores) against the overly privileged, the French today do not give credence to the long history that preceded this event and which in many ways I seem to partake now that I have learned of my role in history in that nation.
However, on that note, let me say that I am still debating whether this memory function or reading of past lifetimes through akashic records, whatever it may be that I am capable of doing, is still open for discussion with my own inner self as to what is really happening within me that I am learning of these many historical figures in the way that I have.
It is just as difficult for me to assimilate all this into myself as it is for any open minded reader to accept and believe it as I tell it, and I understand that. I have always been the most skeptical of claims of any kind to past lifetimes as I do not know why it is that a person would want to know about them until I did it for myself.
It is opening Pandora's box, and I have learned that when one does this that one must accept the good with the bad that emerges from it, and for me, that means the health issues which I will eventually take up here.
I have finally come to believe that life is like the ocean, and that while one wave of us lands ashore (being born again) and that we repeat this, as it is natural and a part of nature, that nothing is every really very much different from wave to wave, or life to life, and that we repeat ourselves without knowing more often than we could ever hope to dream.
So if a problem in a past life becomes opened, it could reassert itself again in the present, and that is a situation that one should consider before ever opening that lifetime to inspection. I have a cyst on my head to prove that point to me, and I believe it came as a result of reading a book that explained the problem and reason that Louis XIV wore wigs so much...he supposedly had a cyst on his scalp which soon after appeared on mine.
I won't prolong the agony of learning who other historical figures are who became known to me because I have mentioned them time and again in other groups so that I am a known quantity already claiming to have lived the life of Alexander the Great, and even Genghis Khan.
They are both important to me healthwise as well, as I am convinced that their health problems have contributed to present ongoing issues that I am facing now.
I went as far back as cromagnon man to learn who I had been in my first earthly sojourn, and that is an experience I will elaborate upon in a future post.
What I am trying to do is to recall the occasions I went back in time, what occurred then, and even after that, the spontaneous moments, which seems to me to mean that this soul is trying to assert itself to me.
I am almost a living library of historical figures, all of whom share so much in common, that eventually I had to realize that some great root soul is at the bottom of all this, and I am trying to determine the truth of that all the time, as it is so unlikely that one person could have been repeatedly the same kind of leader and ruler until one lives it and knows it so that it finally does make sense to me more and more all the time.
I see it as a huge river like metaphor, with each soul being a different bend in the road as the water courses through the land, and while the river gets dotted by cities along its banks, the soul gets dotted by time periods and a personal id along its journey throughout time and eternity, but it is the same soul taking on flesh at different time periods, and in this case, these are such that one can see a commonality in the time periods as well...
But I have relived their beings and therefore I accept them for who they are, and they are a part of me now, but I am convinced that each is unaware that any of them had been another person in a lifetime, except for Louis who had thought he had been Alexander, or appears to have thought that since he was compared to him and thus, commissioned an art celebration of Alexander's life for his personal pleasure in his chateau. I am convinced that Louis XIV was correct for immediately after I had finally come to the end of the spiritual guidance into Louis XIV's life, I was taken into the lifetime of Alexander by the same French guide. As I am writing this I am thinking about the French guide who spoke in French.
I have always stated that I will not claim to have been any lperson unless I am in that person's skin so to speak, and see things through his eyes, and hear things through his ears, etc. It is a strong dose of medicine for me to see me as them, and then to reverse it, and imagine them seeing themself as me. In addition to that problem of asserting this kind of knowledge to others, since it appears to be self-aggrandizing and absurd, as one woman told me bluntly in a reincarnation discussion group that none of us believe you were any of them, I state that it is true that I have learned aspects of their life that nobody but they could know and is not written in history books, whether she believes it or not.
I do understand the role of the historican and the biographer, and I have read many books about each of these historical persons. My point of view is from within each one of their minds and that is what I believe soul to be, the mind, the intellect, the emotions, the full human being, and as such, I am asserting my right to state who and what I have learned from these inner experiences that have come to be known by me.
And again, it will matter only to those who take the subject seriously anyway. The superficial and the curious will just toss it all aside.
I will post this now, and return to it later. My broadband has let me know how much time I have, and I want to use the computer again tonight.
For one thing since I have been baring my soul on this blog as my intent is to shape it into something readable and communicable for those who may try to understand me a bit better as I age and mellow in life, I have admitted to learning of a lifetime as the Sun King, King Louis XIV, who is a very big deal in France in the time period in which he lived. No other time in history has France had such great prestige and influence as it did when ruled by King Louis XIV. How is that for a statement of total humility?
But anyway, despite admitting to a truism here and there, I am also very conscious of the way the revolutionaries behaved in such a barbaric manner as to be truly not only unlawful but also totally demonic that it is a shame that the French do not have the common sense to wake up and die right as we say here in this country.
Now understand, of course, that this problem of monarchs versus democrats and republicans is a very natural issue when one learns that one has stood against a King (King George III of England and his overtaxation policy to further aggrandize himself and his crown), and one has also been a king not once but twice over, and so in the final analysis, that is my main theory in summing up the story of my many lives, which is better, that of commoner and ordinary citizen, or that of king and ruler and powerful force to determine lots of nations and world as such.
So on this day which the French celebrate a victory of the downtrodden (which led to our having a statue of Liberty in our shores) against the overly privileged, the French today do not give credence to the long history that preceded this event and which in many ways I seem to partake now that I have learned of my role in history in that nation.
However, on that note, let me say that I am still debating whether this memory function or reading of past lifetimes through akashic records, whatever it may be that I am capable of doing, is still open for discussion with my own inner self as to what is really happening within me that I am learning of these many historical figures in the way that I have.
It is just as difficult for me to assimilate all this into myself as it is for any open minded reader to accept and believe it as I tell it, and I understand that. I have always been the most skeptical of claims of any kind to past lifetimes as I do not know why it is that a person would want to know about them until I did it for myself.
It is opening Pandora's box, and I have learned that when one does this that one must accept the good with the bad that emerges from it, and for me, that means the health issues which I will eventually take up here.
I have finally come to believe that life is like the ocean, and that while one wave of us lands ashore (being born again) and that we repeat this, as it is natural and a part of nature, that nothing is every really very much different from wave to wave, or life to life, and that we repeat ourselves without knowing more often than we could ever hope to dream.
So if a problem in a past life becomes opened, it could reassert itself again in the present, and that is a situation that one should consider before ever opening that lifetime to inspection. I have a cyst on my head to prove that point to me, and I believe it came as a result of reading a book that explained the problem and reason that Louis XIV wore wigs so much...he supposedly had a cyst on his scalp which soon after appeared on mine.
I won't prolong the agony of learning who other historical figures are who became known to me because I have mentioned them time and again in other groups so that I am a known quantity already claiming to have lived the life of Alexander the Great, and even Genghis Khan.
They are both important to me healthwise as well, as I am convinced that their health problems have contributed to present ongoing issues that I am facing now.
I went as far back as cromagnon man to learn who I had been in my first earthly sojourn, and that is an experience I will elaborate upon in a future post.
What I am trying to do is to recall the occasions I went back in time, what occurred then, and even after that, the spontaneous moments, which seems to me to mean that this soul is trying to assert itself to me.
I am almost a living library of historical figures, all of whom share so much in common, that eventually I had to realize that some great root soul is at the bottom of all this, and I am trying to determine the truth of that all the time, as it is so unlikely that one person could have been repeatedly the same kind of leader and ruler until one lives it and knows it so that it finally does make sense to me more and more all the time.
I see it as a huge river like metaphor, with each soul being a different bend in the road as the water courses through the land, and while the river gets dotted by cities along its banks, the soul gets dotted by time periods and a personal id along its journey throughout time and eternity, but it is the same soul taking on flesh at different time periods, and in this case, these are such that one can see a commonality in the time periods as well...
But I have relived their beings and therefore I accept them for who they are, and they are a part of me now, but I am convinced that each is unaware that any of them had been another person in a lifetime, except for Louis who had thought he had been Alexander, or appears to have thought that since he was compared to him and thus, commissioned an art celebration of Alexander's life for his personal pleasure in his chateau. I am convinced that Louis XIV was correct for immediately after I had finally come to the end of the spiritual guidance into Louis XIV's life, I was taken into the lifetime of Alexander by the same French guide. As I am writing this I am thinking about the French guide who spoke in French.
I have always stated that I will not claim to have been any lperson unless I am in that person's skin so to speak, and see things through his eyes, and hear things through his ears, etc. It is a strong dose of medicine for me to see me as them, and then to reverse it, and imagine them seeing themself as me. In addition to that problem of asserting this kind of knowledge to others, since it appears to be self-aggrandizing and absurd, as one woman told me bluntly in a reincarnation discussion group that none of us believe you were any of them, I state that it is true that I have learned aspects of their life that nobody but they could know and is not written in history books, whether she believes it or not.
I do understand the role of the historican and the biographer, and I have read many books about each of these historical persons. My point of view is from within each one of their minds and that is what I believe soul to be, the mind, the intellect, the emotions, the full human being, and as such, I am asserting my right to state who and what I have learned from these inner experiences that have come to be known by me.
And again, it will matter only to those who take the subject seriously anyway. The superficial and the curious will just toss it all aside.
I will post this now, and return to it later. My broadband has let me know how much time I have, and I want to use the computer again tonight.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Cleansing One's Soul
Because of the fact that I had already traveled around Virginia, having gone up to visit George Washington University in response to a postcard, and waiting around trying to decide if I wanted to move from Florida up into the DC area, I did search everything I could find on George Washington.
The odd part about George Washington is that his history has always left me cold. I had never liked him as a child. I could not understand for the life of me how it is that I could have been that person in a previous lifetime when in fact I did not like his presentation at all. I call it that now for history is one of those things that is fed to us through history books and legends that either make us revere and respect our forefathers or dislike them for one reason or other.
George is seen as a cold, formal man, and has an austere type formality that I had never taken to, so for me it was a bit odd to think that I could have been him in a previous lifetime. Besides the fact that he is a historical figure, an icon, and lord knows, nobody ever can really believe that that person is somehow your own self.
I had a lot of trouble with that but admit that the thought amused me and drew me to see and learn more about George than is told in history books.
Naturally, you might know I have since acquired a slew of books on George too, but this was all prior the learning of Louis XIV. I did not bother to go into the one museum in DC that does house the famous bust of Louis XIV. When I was there, there was a large promotion of GW during the Ford administration. I doubt that few ever could see me as having been George but some few who are important did enough for me to later make some important discoveries. I began to realize eventually that I have been long associated with him but had not known it until I did make search back in time to discover him in me.
For the simple truth is that George is equally as interesting and fascinating as Louis XIV, minus all the trappings of grandeur and extravagance, and is a man's man imho. It is very odd to learn that this woman has been a male in so many past lifetimes. All warriors, all rulers.
So I understand well the consternation of others who have given their lives in study to the history of these various characters, but for me the joy was when I returned to relive George's inauguration day (due to George Bush celebrating his) that I realized that George was truly a young man at age 57 and was a very personable man. That experience returned me to the time when George gave his farewell to his officers time, and believe me, then I learned the real truth about the real Washington and the fact that in fact some writers do capture the truth well. I found a book in the library to verify this experience. It was the most touching experience I ever had. I was reaching out to a fellow officer, Knox, and I broke down and began sobbing as we hugged one another...I could not believe it, as I was so concerned about my fellow officers and the soldiers in the army. This time did really tell me more about myself as Washington than I could believe. I do have a history of sobbing in all lifetimes it would appear.
But I came to love Washington and I knew immediately his devotion to his cause, that of creating this new nation. All the forefathers were that loyal and dedicated to helping one another in this effort. It really impacted me so much, as I get more and more disgusted with the American public each and every day.
So many lives were given for this cause that today's children must learn somehow to protect and keep themselves free and safe from the onslaught of decay and apathy and neglect. That is the real way that this nation would destroy itself from within.
At any rate, because I was able to visit many places, homes, mills, plantations, etc. when I was in Virginia, I accepted the fact that the only way I could know my way around so well is to have a well developed inner memory or a spirit guide who took me to all these places that only GW could or would know. Lord knows I have no knowledge of it at all and could not find my way back even now if I had to try.
So what happens is that when one is in the state of being of somehow having the past rule the present, one can find one's way to places that frankly nobody would ever believe significant or important today unless one is a historian, an author doing research, or a simple body like me just willing to learn and find out the truth about one's self, learned through the dubious means of looking to a mirror to see the image of the former lifetime.
The odd part about George Washington is that his history has always left me cold. I had never liked him as a child. I could not understand for the life of me how it is that I could have been that person in a previous lifetime when in fact I did not like his presentation at all. I call it that now for history is one of those things that is fed to us through history books and legends that either make us revere and respect our forefathers or dislike them for one reason or other.
George is seen as a cold, formal man, and has an austere type formality that I had never taken to, so for me it was a bit odd to think that I could have been him in a previous lifetime. Besides the fact that he is a historical figure, an icon, and lord knows, nobody ever can really believe that that person is somehow your own self.
I had a lot of trouble with that but admit that the thought amused me and drew me to see and learn more about George than is told in history books.
Naturally, you might know I have since acquired a slew of books on George too, but this was all prior the learning of Louis XIV. I did not bother to go into the one museum in DC that does house the famous bust of Louis XIV. When I was there, there was a large promotion of GW during the Ford administration. I doubt that few ever could see me as having been George but some few who are important did enough for me to later make some important discoveries. I began to realize eventually that I have been long associated with him but had not known it until I did make search back in time to discover him in me.
For the simple truth is that George is equally as interesting and fascinating as Louis XIV, minus all the trappings of grandeur and extravagance, and is a man's man imho. It is very odd to learn that this woman has been a male in so many past lifetimes. All warriors, all rulers.
So I understand well the consternation of others who have given their lives in study to the history of these various characters, but for me the joy was when I returned to relive George's inauguration day (due to George Bush celebrating his) that I realized that George was truly a young man at age 57 and was a very personable man. That experience returned me to the time when George gave his farewell to his officers time, and believe me, then I learned the real truth about the real Washington and the fact that in fact some writers do capture the truth well. I found a book in the library to verify this experience. It was the most touching experience I ever had. I was reaching out to a fellow officer, Knox, and I broke down and began sobbing as we hugged one another...I could not believe it, as I was so concerned about my fellow officers and the soldiers in the army. This time did really tell me more about myself as Washington than I could believe. I do have a history of sobbing in all lifetimes it would appear.
But I came to love Washington and I knew immediately his devotion to his cause, that of creating this new nation. All the forefathers were that loyal and dedicated to helping one another in this effort. It really impacted me so much, as I get more and more disgusted with the American public each and every day.
So many lives were given for this cause that today's children must learn somehow to protect and keep themselves free and safe from the onslaught of decay and apathy and neglect. That is the real way that this nation would destroy itself from within.
At any rate, because I was able to visit many places, homes, mills, plantations, etc. when I was in Virginia, I accepted the fact that the only way I could know my way around so well is to have a well developed inner memory or a spirit guide who took me to all these places that only GW could or would know. Lord knows I have no knowledge of it at all and could not find my way back even now if I had to try.
So what happens is that when one is in the state of being of somehow having the past rule the present, one can find one's way to places that frankly nobody would ever believe significant or important today unless one is a historian, an author doing research, or a simple body like me just willing to learn and find out the truth about one's self, learned through the dubious means of looking to a mirror to see the image of the former lifetime.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Discussion time
Now, all that said, I know that many people will wonder about me, and some have asked me if I like women now or what...in this lifetime I am a woman who likes men.
I had had the experience of dating men when I was in my early twenties whose first names all started with the letter R, and so when I learned of King Louis's three queens, as he is ridiculed by the people in that time for his appearing with both of his then mistresses and his wife all riding in the same carriage that I realized that we shared something in common as I have always thought of my 3R's when I was first in Arizona in the early 60's.
Now, before Louis XIV came to my awareness, I had already had the dubious distinction of learning of another previous lifetime in which I had learned that I had been of all people in the world none other than George Washington. That one really made me feel like an idiot, because of all icons in America, there is none ridiculed so much as is poor George. I had a hard time believing it, but I searched it out, and had had the uncanny experience when I was in Virginia to come to believe in it. So my first question had been how on earth could I have been both, and why is it that as a female now I am where I am in this lifetime.
All this sounds as though I am just a person after fame and titles, and it only gets worse as time goes, because I am going to tell about it all here in this blog. Like I said, I don't need followers...all I need is the place to write it and explain it away.
So yes, while I had studied GW as nearly as closely as Louis XIV, but not as thoroughly in memory trances, but I have had three which have confirmed for me the truth of that to me, that I found that yes, Louis could have become George Washington in a next lifetime, and it all has made a lot of sense to me to learn that...why eventually this entire band of rulers/warriors all condense to becoming me is still yet to be solved to my fullest satisfaction but I am taking it in stride, realizing that deep inside me is a history that is incredible.
I had had the experience of dating men when I was in my early twenties whose first names all started with the letter R, and so when I learned of King Louis's three queens, as he is ridiculed by the people in that time for his appearing with both of his then mistresses and his wife all riding in the same carriage that I realized that we shared something in common as I have always thought of my 3R's when I was first in Arizona in the early 60's.
Now, before Louis XIV came to my awareness, I had already had the dubious distinction of learning of another previous lifetime in which I had learned that I had been of all people in the world none other than George Washington. That one really made me feel like an idiot, because of all icons in America, there is none ridiculed so much as is poor George. I had a hard time believing it, but I searched it out, and had had the uncanny experience when I was in Virginia to come to believe in it. So my first question had been how on earth could I have been both, and why is it that as a female now I am where I am in this lifetime.
All this sounds as though I am just a person after fame and titles, and it only gets worse as time goes, because I am going to tell about it all here in this blog. Like I said, I don't need followers...all I need is the place to write it and explain it away.
So yes, while I had studied GW as nearly as closely as Louis XIV, but not as thoroughly in memory trances, but I have had three which have confirmed for me the truth of that to me, that I found that yes, Louis could have become George Washington in a next lifetime, and it all has made a lot of sense to me to learn that...why eventually this entire band of rulers/warriors all condense to becoming me is still yet to be solved to my fullest satisfaction but I am taking it in stride, realizing that deep inside me is a history that is incredible.
So Satisfying
Believe me, the experience to relive a life is so exhiliarating and exciting that I could not stop putting myself back to sleep...it becomes easier each and every time, and my spiritual guide would always put me back with the same words, tu est le roi, tu est le roi, always in French.
I have a wee bit artistic ability so I made sketches and even used colored crayons as I gained in confidence while learning each new and different thing that I would find.
I once put into my suggestion what are my favorite things, and this is one of my very favorite memories since they are the king's favorites they are mine as well. And I do differentiate between me as Louis XIV and me as myself in this time period now.
Whisked back into the 17th century once again, this time I am a young boy riding in a parade. I loved this moment as the King. He is probably about 14 or 15, can't be sure, as I am not taking time to check dates, etc., but in time this one still lives forever...I believe it is what is called having his majority, a time when he is recognized as an adult in many ways. (The truth is that this poor child suffered a strange childhood as he is schooled and trained to become the ruler of France, isolated, apart from others, being caged to watch adults discuss legal matters, and taking it all in while having to do nothing but observe, but some times were happy and good and this is one of them).
When one is in a trance, one does relive the moment as it happened and believe me, I mean as it happened. I am astride a horse, and I am a young boy, dressed to the gills in extravagant, glamorous costume, but all I can see is the head and mane of the horse, including the veins, and my chapeau which I hold in my right hand, waving it up and down as I turn my head from left to right and greet everyone who is lined up on the streets to see me. I loved the chapeau as it has a long scarlet plume, has a wide brim, and is adorned with ornaments that distinguish me, the young king then...My horse suddenly begins to rise in the air, and I literally had an intake of breath when this happened for it surprised me so, and here I am up in the air, waving my chapeau and gazing at the crowds who have come to watch. My inner thighs ached so much that I was in mild pain. This is a long parade route, and my thighs are sore.
I did wake up at this point to see my legs spraddled apart as if on horseback which is why I said that when one relives the past, one goes through the motions when in the trance.
I was immediately whisked away, and in this scene, I am again on horseback, but out in the forest, hunting. I am at a given point in the lead of the hunt, and everyone is behind me. I went under a tree branch and scratched my hand. When I woke up from this episode, the scratch was on my hand.
I remember hearing the sounds of the hounds as they raced to catch the stag, and the riders coming behind me...
I am whisked from that scene into another, and this one is really amazing to me, as I am walking into a room with a bed in it, and standing beside the bed is a beautiful woman with long hair falling gently around her shoulders, and she drops the gown that had been covering her so that she stands nude and I approach her to take her to bed, and I then wake up...
I have a wee bit artistic ability so I made sketches and even used colored crayons as I gained in confidence while learning each new and different thing that I would find.
I once put into my suggestion what are my favorite things, and this is one of my very favorite memories since they are the king's favorites they are mine as well. And I do differentiate between me as Louis XIV and me as myself in this time period now.
Whisked back into the 17th century once again, this time I am a young boy riding in a parade. I loved this moment as the King. He is probably about 14 or 15, can't be sure, as I am not taking time to check dates, etc., but in time this one still lives forever...I believe it is what is called having his majority, a time when he is recognized as an adult in many ways. (The truth is that this poor child suffered a strange childhood as he is schooled and trained to become the ruler of France, isolated, apart from others, being caged to watch adults discuss legal matters, and taking it all in while having to do nothing but observe, but some times were happy and good and this is one of them).
When one is in a trance, one does relive the moment as it happened and believe me, I mean as it happened. I am astride a horse, and I am a young boy, dressed to the gills in extravagant, glamorous costume, but all I can see is the head and mane of the horse, including the veins, and my chapeau which I hold in my right hand, waving it up and down as I turn my head from left to right and greet everyone who is lined up on the streets to see me. I loved the chapeau as it has a long scarlet plume, has a wide brim, and is adorned with ornaments that distinguish me, the young king then...My horse suddenly begins to rise in the air, and I literally had an intake of breath when this happened for it surprised me so, and here I am up in the air, waving my chapeau and gazing at the crowds who have come to watch. My inner thighs ached so much that I was in mild pain. This is a long parade route, and my thighs are sore.
I did wake up at this point to see my legs spraddled apart as if on horseback which is why I said that when one relives the past, one goes through the motions when in the trance.
I was immediately whisked away, and in this scene, I am again on horseback, but out in the forest, hunting. I am at a given point in the lead of the hunt, and everyone is behind me. I went under a tree branch and scratched my hand. When I woke up from this episode, the scratch was on my hand.
I remember hearing the sounds of the hounds as they raced to catch the stag, and the riders coming behind me...
I am whisked from that scene into another, and this one is really amazing to me, as I am walking into a room with a bed in it, and standing beside the bed is a beautiful woman with long hair falling gently around her shoulders, and she drops the gown that had been covering her so that she stands nude and I approach her to take her to bed, and I then wake up...
The way things work
I was devastated when I first realized that I am learning that I had been Louis XIV, as I had realized the amount of ostentation, extravagance, and extreme beauty and wonder of the garments alone that gave me the realization of what life had been in that time period.
Like I said, I thought I would always forget much of this just due to the normal routine of living, but in fact, that is not so...what has happened is that while writing these posts which some I edit and others I don't, I have again opened up that time period so that more comes to me when writing about it than I had thought would happen. I realized that when in fact at the chateau in that period of time, Louis XIV is very much in love with Louise de la Valliere, and her presence seemed to dominate me last evening when I was thinking about this event again.
I was devastated to think that I could have lived a life of such extremes to find myself back in my own small bedroom in this lifetime as the person I am now made me really wonder what on earth and how on earth had this happened.
I know the biblical injunction of the exalted shall be humbled and the humbled, exalted, but to my mind when I first learned this I wondered at how high I had risen to wonder at what I am to think of my present circumstances. It is a natural thing to wonder that.
I accepted very quickly the notion that I had been Louis XIV at that time as it was so obvious to me that that is who I am then.
But I did not know anything about myself then either except a few things which make sense to me even now as I think back upon this. I knew rudimentary stuff that biographers use to sell their books, but they do not know the mind, the heart, and the soul of the person about whom they write, and that is where I recognized through some of the events that occurred the recognition of the feelings that prompted some of the statements that the King had made.
When one seeks to know one's self, one wishes to find an identity of a person, but very few would ever suspect that one would find one's self as a king or a queen. After all, how many kings and queens have there been on the face of the earth, and how often are they reborn?
Fame is one of those status symbols that marks you for life, and nobody can escape it...but who but Elvis would ever really know Elvis, and likewise, who but Queen Elizabeth II will ever know exactly who she is. I learned what kind of traits it takes to learn who one had been and I could not escape those at all.
Like I said, at first I was very disturbed to realize that I had had such a lofty role in life to no longer now possess such a visible title on the face of the earth now. Invisibly, yes, I believe that my spiritual powers and abilities are much the same, but I have had to learn to reconcile the loss of a monarchy to that of a democratic republican style gov't. It is a very difficult thing to learn that one has become a common ordinary citizen after one has been crowned a king. I am realizing that the horrors that both Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette went through after I recalled my own past life as the predecessor to that unhappy couple.
True, I had wanted to learn who I had been, and I had to learn all about the kind of person King Louis had been, and I meant that he had to live up to my expectations and standards for me to really like him...I have since backed off that kind of illogical thinking but I had wanted to think well of him if he is to become me in this lifetime. What did he do that he has to become a female in a democratic/republican form of government?
But all I had to go on was memories which are stored up inside of me, and then I had to research each and everyone, and believe me, I have stacks and stacks of files to show how much I gave to this study.
Like I said, I thought I would always forget much of this just due to the normal routine of living, but in fact, that is not so...what has happened is that while writing these posts which some I edit and others I don't, I have again opened up that time period so that more comes to me when writing about it than I had thought would happen. I realized that when in fact at the chateau in that period of time, Louis XIV is very much in love with Louise de la Valliere, and her presence seemed to dominate me last evening when I was thinking about this event again.
I was devastated to think that I could have lived a life of such extremes to find myself back in my own small bedroom in this lifetime as the person I am now made me really wonder what on earth and how on earth had this happened.
I know the biblical injunction of the exalted shall be humbled and the humbled, exalted, but to my mind when I first learned this I wondered at how high I had risen to wonder at what I am to think of my present circumstances. It is a natural thing to wonder that.
I accepted very quickly the notion that I had been Louis XIV at that time as it was so obvious to me that that is who I am then.
But I did not know anything about myself then either except a few things which make sense to me even now as I think back upon this. I knew rudimentary stuff that biographers use to sell their books, but they do not know the mind, the heart, and the soul of the person about whom they write, and that is where I recognized through some of the events that occurred the recognition of the feelings that prompted some of the statements that the King had made.
When one seeks to know one's self, one wishes to find an identity of a person, but very few would ever suspect that one would find one's self as a king or a queen. After all, how many kings and queens have there been on the face of the earth, and how often are they reborn?
Fame is one of those status symbols that marks you for life, and nobody can escape it...but who but Elvis would ever really know Elvis, and likewise, who but Queen Elizabeth II will ever know exactly who she is. I learned what kind of traits it takes to learn who one had been and I could not escape those at all.
Like I said, at first I was very disturbed to realize that I had had such a lofty role in life to no longer now possess such a visible title on the face of the earth now. Invisibly, yes, I believe that my spiritual powers and abilities are much the same, but I have had to learn to reconcile the loss of a monarchy to that of a democratic republican style gov't. It is a very difficult thing to learn that one has become a common ordinary citizen after one has been crowned a king. I am realizing that the horrors that both Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette went through after I recalled my own past life as the predecessor to that unhappy couple.
True, I had wanted to learn who I had been, and I had to learn all about the kind of person King Louis had been, and I meant that he had to live up to my expectations and standards for me to really like him...I have since backed off that kind of illogical thinking but I had wanted to think well of him if he is to become me in this lifetime. What did he do that he has to become a female in a democratic/republican form of government?
But all I had to go on was memories which are stored up inside of me, and then I had to research each and everyone, and believe me, I have stacks and stacks of files to show how much I gave to this study.
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