I had two memories of times spent with my ministers...one in which I am so intensely involved that I can never forget what happened since it is so unique and so important to me...for one thing, when I am back in time, there is seldom speech, but on this occasion, I find myself deep in an argument with someone of my ministers, and I am talking a mile a minute, in court French, and I understand very well every word I am saying in both French and English, as this is why I always remember this and wish I could have recorded it. I wonder if I spoke aloud, as I do not know for sure, but in my memory I was talking loudly, clearly, and forcefully, and believe me I was adamant, and I had once again that same sense of being big, huge, and thickskinned and headstrong, and by mon dieu I was going to assert myself and did...I spoke so fluently and so well in French that my consciousness of this moment was so impressed with what happened that I had the unique ability to have all this translated into English simultaneously while speaking in French...how this could happen...don't ask...I don't know...it just did.
Another incident with my ministers was when we were being painted for a formal portrait. It is displayed in books with Louis XIV on the far right with the council members standing behind him...I remember well this experience for in the memory we are all sitting instead of standing, and we are laughing and enjoying ourselves, having a great time...I remember most of all the type of fashions that we wore which is one very good way to know one's self. It took me awhile to find the painting, and I did find it in a book about the Man in the Iron Masks. I recognized it immediately then...I could see the difference between the members standing so sober in the painting and the way we had been laughing and enjoying the session sitting down.
That taught me a lesson about paintings and artists as well as the real life attitudes of the group at the time.
One time on a bus of all places I suddenly went back in time as Madame de Maintenon came up close to me and rubbed against me, and I felt her soulspirit, her warmth, her love enter into me and I then understood why it was that Louis XIV had loved her so much. I could feel the kind of love she had had for him.
So you see, that when one becomes this involved with a king at this level, one does not think of him as a king or the object that others think of him but as the person in whom I have learned of all these things that he loved so much and when I am him, I love and like him very much. He is so warm, so funny, so personable, that I really do like him. I know that he is the king, but because I am in him, I am him for that time period, and I see him as he is, not as others see him.
He is a real being to me, he is a part of me that I have learned to love and to accept, as well as all those he loved. I once upon a time saw all his children in their infancy in their christening gowns. Talk about lavish gowns, beautiful, lacy, expensive, absolutely adorable, but so many that at that point I began to realize that I had had too many children...Most were sickly and what when I was young we call peaked, and only one was strong and vital, and very chunky and darling child..that one survived, as did the bastard children, all of whom were seen, and I know each and every one of those children, believe me...what did astound me abit is that one of them impressed me a lot as looking like one of my relatives today, and that did get to me a lot.
Did remembering him as a king affect me? You know very well that it did. All of it filled my soul as we say, and for a long time, I would find myself, standing on my toes even, walking as lightly as Louis walked, as I am a heavy walker, but I could walk like the King at times, and I would do it now and then, so that I am well aware of how environment, learning, station in life, time periods, and all the other things that make us what we are, affect us to be who we are. I do walk my own heavy walk still as I am a hard walker. But I can consciously make myself walk and dance like a light ballerina when I decide to do it. But habits are what we are in the final analysis, and through living lifetimes past I have learned that even walking patterns will distinguish who we are.
The incident with the children finally caused me to quit returning to the past...yes, the king did reappear many times, but I found myself going to sleep now with the same spirit guide telling me this time you are Alexander. You are Alexander. You are Alexander.
That will be next.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Sunday, July 18, 2010
sketches
I have made several sketches of the times that I went back to see and learn about the life of Louis XIV, and during the times that I would uncover information, I would then try to find a book in the library which would confirm any of the information that I had obtained during my trance regression sessions.
I admit that I have had a difficult time explaining all this away to myself. I have given myself the suggestion to learn who I had been so I have always accepted it that is who I had been since I was inside the man's soulskin in a way, and I am still of the opinion that only I can ever know of those things. I will explain how I envision soul in this way, and that is to line up a group of eggs, or any other symbol one wishes to use, but eggs are easy to visualize and to realize that inside all yolk and whites are the same, but only the shell separates them from one another...to me the soul is like this and the shell is the time and space that separates us from the previous time period but those who can somehow or other permeate into the time past can go directly to the egg life next to the one we are in and revisit it and know it.
In a very real and strange sense, when one can understand that our current lifetimes are similar to the interior of the egg and we compress it into that kind of metaphor, we see that it is very much the same in many ways, with a variety of difference...it is a little bit like Easter eggs, but all on the inside instead of the outside...if you can see that kind of metaphoric description.
Because I have never read any histories of Louis XIV such as given in a history class by bona fide scholars, I had no kind of biases or prejudices about his activities as the King, and no biases about whether he is considered a reputable leader or not...I have read a few consensus opinions in thumbnail type biographical blurbs on the internet, in encyclopedias, catholic encyclopedia, etc. and generally, he is a king whose most outstanding quality is his longevity, his building programs, and his success during wars whenever he had a war to fight...he did suffer one defeat late in his reign after some of his superior generals had already died and did manage to win a final victory even though it was such a costly longterm affair that nobody liked to credit him with a win when it cost the nation so much. So all in all, he comes out on top in terms of comparison with most monarchs as they, like presidents, don't achieve fame or notoriety unless there is some serious crisis. His most outstanding accomplishment is the building of the chateau du Versailles which ironically may be the cause and reason for the uprising and unrest in the 18th century to bring about the revolution.
My look back at the king is through my hypnotic sessions and my ability to remember as much as I can, plus many, many spontaneous moments when the King has suddenly appeared in visions to me, and I see him as he had looked in a moment of the past. I had once seen his mother, Cardinal Mazarin, and he at the famous site of Nostradamus...it just appeared out of the blue, and I could see all three on horseback visiting Nostradamus's tomb.
How this can happen that when I put myself to sleep I am in his being, as I remember one time I was in his bed, in the softest mattress that I have ever slept upon, and I could see the entire room from the vantage point of the bed. It was absolutely amazing to me and one of the things that I had to see when I was at the Versailles were some fixed items that are in the room there.
I don't divulge everything that I have seen in my visits back in time, as many of them are no longer there, but they are in spirit within me...I have visited the Grotto of Thetis from the inside as well as the outside. Spiritually, one can go to the top of a place and see the place from that vantage point, and I remember the Grotto's main focal point, the Sun, from being upclose to it, as well as from the ground below on the inside. The interior is amazing to me, and I have it come back to me often, believe it or not, as it has a special meaning for me. It is now replaced by the famous cathedral, the house of worship which does change and alter the entire appearance of the chateau from the outside as well as the inside.
I have been to Marly which was destroyed by the Revolutionaries. I am reading still a book by madame Campan, a woman who is very close to Marie Antoinette, and she and Louis XVI were planning to stop the visits to Marly during their reign after a period of time since it was costing them too much to maintain. She preferred the Petit Trianon for her own amusements and neither liked the grand style that the King had preferred at Marly. Marly is one of the most beautiful places I have visited when going into the past.
I must explain that when one is suddenly whisked back into that time period, and believe me, whisked is the right way to describe how suddenly things can shift from one place to another for suddenly one is back in time at one spot, and suddenly it can change swiftly to another just that quickly.
At any rate, I had wanted to see Marly, and I remember descending into it as though my astral body is being transported from now to then, and I can see the landscape below me when I am then deposited in some way on the ground to be walking across the long garden up towards the main chateau, but I am coming from the area where all the smaller buildings are lined so that I must walk with head straight ahead, but eyes looking from right to left, eyeballing all the buildings and gardens as I proceed to go up into the main chateau, and after reaching it, am whisked inside, through which I can see the windows, and then an interior inside tall corinthinthian columns that I float to the top to examine and around the room looking at all the knick knacks which are displayed and the large openness of the room that I am in, and I realize to myself, why this is Marly, and I am so happy and so pleased.
I loved Marly, and then I am going up a staircase, and am about to turn right when just like that I am whisked again into another scene, and before long I am awake to go to sleep.
I have gone through the labyrinth which Louis had built for his son, and I remember only one of the many niches which had been executed deliberately to teach his son lessons through fables, but the thing that impressed me was the height of the trees and the density of the trees that these manmade items were fixed into position to tell a story...in the scene I remember two live roosters fighting each other...that was a very interesting thing as then on local t.v. we had a story about cockfighting in some city nearby.
I remember another scene that has always impressed me and it was another one of those spontaneous things that occur, and it was when I went to the Bastille, and had a key to the place, and opened a door there...it was a very dark place as there was little light and I was doing this secretly so nobody but myself knew where I was going or why...
I realized then that I have secrets that I share with nobody at all.
I returned to Louis XIV very many times and only one was one that was discomforting, and that is when I returned to the time of the signing of the revocation of the edict of Nantes. I then realized (boy, can we be dumb sometimes) that there was no electricity in the chateaus, Versailles or Fontainebleau.
One time I was in a terrible quarrel and argument with my ministers. I have two memories of times with them, but this one really impressed me...I will write of it in the next post as this one is getting long...
I admit that I have had a difficult time explaining all this away to myself. I have given myself the suggestion to learn who I had been so I have always accepted it that is who I had been since I was inside the man's soulskin in a way, and I am still of the opinion that only I can ever know of those things. I will explain how I envision soul in this way, and that is to line up a group of eggs, or any other symbol one wishes to use, but eggs are easy to visualize and to realize that inside all yolk and whites are the same, but only the shell separates them from one another...to me the soul is like this and the shell is the time and space that separates us from the previous time period but those who can somehow or other permeate into the time past can go directly to the egg life next to the one we are in and revisit it and know it.
In a very real and strange sense, when one can understand that our current lifetimes are similar to the interior of the egg and we compress it into that kind of metaphor, we see that it is very much the same in many ways, with a variety of difference...it is a little bit like Easter eggs, but all on the inside instead of the outside...if you can see that kind of metaphoric description.
Because I have never read any histories of Louis XIV such as given in a history class by bona fide scholars, I had no kind of biases or prejudices about his activities as the King, and no biases about whether he is considered a reputable leader or not...I have read a few consensus opinions in thumbnail type biographical blurbs on the internet, in encyclopedias, catholic encyclopedia, etc. and generally, he is a king whose most outstanding quality is his longevity, his building programs, and his success during wars whenever he had a war to fight...he did suffer one defeat late in his reign after some of his superior generals had already died and did manage to win a final victory even though it was such a costly longterm affair that nobody liked to credit him with a win when it cost the nation so much. So all in all, he comes out on top in terms of comparison with most monarchs as they, like presidents, don't achieve fame or notoriety unless there is some serious crisis. His most outstanding accomplishment is the building of the chateau du Versailles which ironically may be the cause and reason for the uprising and unrest in the 18th century to bring about the revolution.
My look back at the king is through my hypnotic sessions and my ability to remember as much as I can, plus many, many spontaneous moments when the King has suddenly appeared in visions to me, and I see him as he had looked in a moment of the past. I had once seen his mother, Cardinal Mazarin, and he at the famous site of Nostradamus...it just appeared out of the blue, and I could see all three on horseback visiting Nostradamus's tomb.
How this can happen that when I put myself to sleep I am in his being, as I remember one time I was in his bed, in the softest mattress that I have ever slept upon, and I could see the entire room from the vantage point of the bed. It was absolutely amazing to me and one of the things that I had to see when I was at the Versailles were some fixed items that are in the room there.
I don't divulge everything that I have seen in my visits back in time, as many of them are no longer there, but they are in spirit within me...I have visited the Grotto of Thetis from the inside as well as the outside. Spiritually, one can go to the top of a place and see the place from that vantage point, and I remember the Grotto's main focal point, the Sun, from being upclose to it, as well as from the ground below on the inside. The interior is amazing to me, and I have it come back to me often, believe it or not, as it has a special meaning for me. It is now replaced by the famous cathedral, the house of worship which does change and alter the entire appearance of the chateau from the outside as well as the inside.
I have been to Marly which was destroyed by the Revolutionaries. I am reading still a book by madame Campan, a woman who is very close to Marie Antoinette, and she and Louis XVI were planning to stop the visits to Marly during their reign after a period of time since it was costing them too much to maintain. She preferred the Petit Trianon for her own amusements and neither liked the grand style that the King had preferred at Marly. Marly is one of the most beautiful places I have visited when going into the past.
I must explain that when one is suddenly whisked back into that time period, and believe me, whisked is the right way to describe how suddenly things can shift from one place to another for suddenly one is back in time at one spot, and suddenly it can change swiftly to another just that quickly.
At any rate, I had wanted to see Marly, and I remember descending into it as though my astral body is being transported from now to then, and I can see the landscape below me when I am then deposited in some way on the ground to be walking across the long garden up towards the main chateau, but I am coming from the area where all the smaller buildings are lined so that I must walk with head straight ahead, but eyes looking from right to left, eyeballing all the buildings and gardens as I proceed to go up into the main chateau, and after reaching it, am whisked inside, through which I can see the windows, and then an interior inside tall corinthinthian columns that I float to the top to examine and around the room looking at all the knick knacks which are displayed and the large openness of the room that I am in, and I realize to myself, why this is Marly, and I am so happy and so pleased.
I loved Marly, and then I am going up a staircase, and am about to turn right when just like that I am whisked again into another scene, and before long I am awake to go to sleep.
I have gone through the labyrinth which Louis had built for his son, and I remember only one of the many niches which had been executed deliberately to teach his son lessons through fables, but the thing that impressed me was the height of the trees and the density of the trees that these manmade items were fixed into position to tell a story...in the scene I remember two live roosters fighting each other...that was a very interesting thing as then on local t.v. we had a story about cockfighting in some city nearby.
I remember another scene that has always impressed me and it was another one of those spontaneous things that occur, and it was when I went to the Bastille, and had a key to the place, and opened a door there...it was a very dark place as there was little light and I was doing this secretly so nobody but myself knew where I was going or why...
I realized then that I have secrets that I share with nobody at all.
I returned to Louis XIV very many times and only one was one that was discomforting, and that is when I returned to the time of the signing of the revocation of the edict of Nantes. I then realized (boy, can we be dumb sometimes) that there was no electricity in the chateaus, Versailles or Fontainebleau.
One time I was in a terrible quarrel and argument with my ministers. I have two memories of times with them, but this one really impressed me...I will write of it in the next post as this one is getting long...
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Cats and Childhood
I was thinking of my mother today since it is her birthday and I had a dream that seemed to have her in it, and so I found a childhood photo of mine which she had kept in a folder...the picture really got to me as I had not seen it in years, and because I have started a new server site I used a photo taken last summer on it. I could finally see that the two pictures do resemble one another more than I would have thought. But the childhood photo really got to me as I could see the kind of innocence and trust that I reveal in that photo and it surprised me and saddened me more than I thought it would.
I grew up in a town that is very rough on its children. The part of the USA that I knew as a child I frankly would not permit a child of mine to be raised in if I could help it. Children are ultimately simply too helpless and dependent to ever realize what it is that causes them to become the kind of person they eventually grow into being. I do believe that whatever you are as a child is what you will become as an adult. But most small towns seem to be alike, in as much as they are structured alike. But children can not choose their environment and determine their lives for themselves at all...They simply depend upon their parents to do all this for them until they are fully grown and capable to go out into the world to earn a living for themselves.
We are taught that we are in the land of the free. That is balderdash and nonsense. There is no such thing as true freedom and liberty anywhere on the face of the planet. To understand what true freedom is would require time that at this writing I will not attempt.
But to think that we are in the land of liberty and freedom is as much true as that Santa Claus lives at the North Pole and flies through the air at Christmas to deliver toys to needy little boys and girls...just t'aint so.
For the record, for me the truth of freedom or liberty is simply to know yourself, and that may even mean reincarnation of former lifetimes to enter this one, and to know that you can be true to yourself...that is freedom...free from lies, from error, from doubt...to be free is an attitude and a knowledge more than a prescribed role in society, whether subject to a divine ruler, or to a divine concept, or to a self regulated prescription of a law or legal system.
If one reads the Bible well, one learns that we are all slaves of the flesh...nobody is exempt.
I looked at the photo of myself as a child and realized that little did I know then what I know now, and that my life story to date is one with which I can take some satisfaction in having done a few things well enough to be happy that I lasted this long to acquire so much in such a short lifetime.
I did take a course that was spiritual more than material and I reaped the benefits therein.
There are many values in life, there are many lifestyles, and today because of instant communication, we can advance faster than we could in times past. My lifestyle is not one of materialized success by any means. I am at the empty end of the tank when it comes to acquisitions of largesse and value in materialistic attainments and I know it. We do not really need any more than we can use, and I learned early enough that materialism is a pain more than a pleasure at times, but it is a matter of necessity that we acquire some for daily use in living.
I purchased a financial planning program years ago at which I learned immediately what it takes to make money in the USA. After all that is where I live so that is the most likely place I can earn a fortune if possible.
Volume and quantity are the key words in making and amassing a fortune. I studied the various business opportunities and realized that paper is probably the least expensive investment with the most likely return to propel one into a good fortune. Information is one of the most important products that we have to sell, and anyone who knows how can succeed in selling to those who want the product.
What disturbs most people is that once they have acquired everything on the face of the earth, whether in reality or only in imagination, is that then they realize that while they have succeeded in accomplishing their goals, they have not obtained true inner happiness.
One can win the game all the time until one tires of simply playing it. One has to learn what success at winning does to you and whether you are really capable of enjoying it.
Who is genuinely more fulfilled? Bill Gates, John Paul Getty, or some guru who sits atop a mountain in India and meditates and communes.
Unless you are able to be at one with either of them to know what is inside their minds and hearts, one can not really know which is the more fulfilled or happier or whatever it is that causes them to be where they are.
Because I have an ability to on occasions be able to somehow or other find myself at one with another, I do know the reason a guru can sit atop the mountain and meditate and be fulfilled.
I can honestly say that I have been there...the guru is in a state of total fulfillment whereas I am sure that the entrepreneur whose sole purpose has been financial gains and attainment is only in a deeper stage of dissatisfaction and the need to do more for it is only lack that continues his drive. If fulfilled, he would have stopped, rested, and taken a vacation from it all to do something else.
That's all for now...bedtime
I grew up in a town that is very rough on its children. The part of the USA that I knew as a child I frankly would not permit a child of mine to be raised in if I could help it. Children are ultimately simply too helpless and dependent to ever realize what it is that causes them to become the kind of person they eventually grow into being. I do believe that whatever you are as a child is what you will become as an adult. But most small towns seem to be alike, in as much as they are structured alike. But children can not choose their environment and determine their lives for themselves at all...They simply depend upon their parents to do all this for them until they are fully grown and capable to go out into the world to earn a living for themselves.
We are taught that we are in the land of the free. That is balderdash and nonsense. There is no such thing as true freedom and liberty anywhere on the face of the planet. To understand what true freedom is would require time that at this writing I will not attempt.
But to think that we are in the land of liberty and freedom is as much true as that Santa Claus lives at the North Pole and flies through the air at Christmas to deliver toys to needy little boys and girls...just t'aint so.
For the record, for me the truth of freedom or liberty is simply to know yourself, and that may even mean reincarnation of former lifetimes to enter this one, and to know that you can be true to yourself...that is freedom...free from lies, from error, from doubt...to be free is an attitude and a knowledge more than a prescribed role in society, whether subject to a divine ruler, or to a divine concept, or to a self regulated prescription of a law or legal system.
If one reads the Bible well, one learns that we are all slaves of the flesh...nobody is exempt.
I looked at the photo of myself as a child and realized that little did I know then what I know now, and that my life story to date is one with which I can take some satisfaction in having done a few things well enough to be happy that I lasted this long to acquire so much in such a short lifetime.
I did take a course that was spiritual more than material and I reaped the benefits therein.
There are many values in life, there are many lifestyles, and today because of instant communication, we can advance faster than we could in times past. My lifestyle is not one of materialized success by any means. I am at the empty end of the tank when it comes to acquisitions of largesse and value in materialistic attainments and I know it. We do not really need any more than we can use, and I learned early enough that materialism is a pain more than a pleasure at times, but it is a matter of necessity that we acquire some for daily use in living.
I purchased a financial planning program years ago at which I learned immediately what it takes to make money in the USA. After all that is where I live so that is the most likely place I can earn a fortune if possible.
Volume and quantity are the key words in making and amassing a fortune. I studied the various business opportunities and realized that paper is probably the least expensive investment with the most likely return to propel one into a good fortune. Information is one of the most important products that we have to sell, and anyone who knows how can succeed in selling to those who want the product.
What disturbs most people is that once they have acquired everything on the face of the earth, whether in reality or only in imagination, is that then they realize that while they have succeeded in accomplishing their goals, they have not obtained true inner happiness.
One can win the game all the time until one tires of simply playing it. One has to learn what success at winning does to you and whether you are really capable of enjoying it.
Who is genuinely more fulfilled? Bill Gates, John Paul Getty, or some guru who sits atop a mountain in India and meditates and communes.
Unless you are able to be at one with either of them to know what is inside their minds and hearts, one can not really know which is the more fulfilled or happier or whatever it is that causes them to be where they are.
Because I have an ability to on occasions be able to somehow or other find myself at one with another, I do know the reason a guru can sit atop the mountain and meditate and be fulfilled.
I can honestly say that I have been there...the guru is in a state of total fulfillment whereas I am sure that the entrepreneur whose sole purpose has been financial gains and attainment is only in a deeper stage of dissatisfaction and the need to do more for it is only lack that continues his drive. If fulfilled, he would have stopped, rested, and taken a vacation from it all to do something else.
That's all for now...bedtime
Friday, July 16, 2010
Happy Birthday MOM
Today is my mother's birthday. She would be 90 today if she had lived to see this day come. I am hoping that where she is residing now is a place of love and happiness for her. We were very close, emotionally and physically, and while we had our share of squabbles, who doesn't in a close relationship, we still loved each other very much.
A belief in my memories did make me come to know that we do live time and time again, and so for that reason, I know that some time soon we shall be reunited in a spiritual dwelling place, where I cannot say, but I am convinced that when we share lives together on earth, that that spiritual part of us continues to stay together in distant future times as well.
There are many books on this, supposedly written by reliable and dependable people, but I am not one to fall for every single thing that is written and published. Again, how these people come to know of this information is something that must be analyzed and thought through before simply accepting and believing as fact.
It may be true, and that is why some of this kind of teaching I have had to put to my own tests, and while I do not expect that everyone is to believe in my memories as such, I do expect that they believe that I will tell them the truth about what I have learned and am not attempting to deceive anyone.
There is absolutely no sense in playing the fool or being the fool, and while I love my mother dearly, and I know the way that she led her life, I do expect that in time we will find our way to one another again. I do not intend to say that I know of her past lifetimes as those are for her to know and to find, and I do that with everyone with whom I have had an association in a former lifetime. Each one of us has the right to privacy, and that includes our relatives.
I did sometimes believe that I may have known of her former lifetimes, one of which is associated with Alexander, as I believe that she had been Philip, Alexander's father, and that that lifetime did translate into this one to be very much a repeat except in some areas in which I did not attempt to try to be like my mother in any way at all.
She was her own unique person, a woman who had a rough life as a young girl, had a difficult family relationship, was the product of a dysfunctional family, and a bad father who abused her as a child. Her attitude towards child abuse is one that I could not accept, as I believe all child abuse should be brought to an end and not continued in any way. She seemed to accept that if it happened to her, it could happen to someone else, and let it be. I opposed that thinking altogether.
She did achieve success despite a lack of education as she was a high school dropout, but she became a realtor, a beautician, a leader in her community, and an inspiration to other women around her. She became president of her American Business Women's Association, proving that friendship and recognition is more powerful than a high school education and diploma.
My mother is a great woman. I loved and adored her, and still do..May she be in a state of real true love and happiness and know that I am thinking of her today...
A belief in my memories did make me come to know that we do live time and time again, and so for that reason, I know that some time soon we shall be reunited in a spiritual dwelling place, where I cannot say, but I am convinced that when we share lives together on earth, that that spiritual part of us continues to stay together in distant future times as well.
There are many books on this, supposedly written by reliable and dependable people, but I am not one to fall for every single thing that is written and published. Again, how these people come to know of this information is something that must be analyzed and thought through before simply accepting and believing as fact.
It may be true, and that is why some of this kind of teaching I have had to put to my own tests, and while I do not expect that everyone is to believe in my memories as such, I do expect that they believe that I will tell them the truth about what I have learned and am not attempting to deceive anyone.
There is absolutely no sense in playing the fool or being the fool, and while I love my mother dearly, and I know the way that she led her life, I do expect that in time we will find our way to one another again. I do not intend to say that I know of her past lifetimes as those are for her to know and to find, and I do that with everyone with whom I have had an association in a former lifetime. Each one of us has the right to privacy, and that includes our relatives.
I did sometimes believe that I may have known of her former lifetimes, one of which is associated with Alexander, as I believe that she had been Philip, Alexander's father, and that that lifetime did translate into this one to be very much a repeat except in some areas in which I did not attempt to try to be like my mother in any way at all.
She was her own unique person, a woman who had a rough life as a young girl, had a difficult family relationship, was the product of a dysfunctional family, and a bad father who abused her as a child. Her attitude towards child abuse is one that I could not accept, as I believe all child abuse should be brought to an end and not continued in any way. She seemed to accept that if it happened to her, it could happen to someone else, and let it be. I opposed that thinking altogether.
She did achieve success despite a lack of education as she was a high school dropout, but she became a realtor, a beautician, a leader in her community, and an inspiration to other women around her. She became president of her American Business Women's Association, proving that friendship and recognition is more powerful than a high school education and diploma.
My mother is a great woman. I loved and adored her, and still do..May she be in a state of real true love and happiness and know that I am thinking of her today...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Monsieur, Louis XIV's younger brother
Louis XIV is known as God's gift because his father and mother had to wait 23 years to have this child come into the world. Their marriage was not the best one, Anne being very unfulfilled, but one stormy wintry night the two somehow or other overcame former bad feelings between each other to bed down together when caught in a winter storm so that the end result (isn't it amazing what snowy weather will do?) was a child was born nine months later. Earlier, Louis XIII had made a special petition to the Virgin Mary and it seems that some prayers are answered as a young king was born and called God's Gift and obviously that saved the marriage for awhile. Because cohabitation must have been so good that another son is born two years later and he is named Philippe as all second sons were called and came to be known as Monsieur.
Philippe has a very sad history and is probably the most maligned person in the Royal household, but his mother was so fearful that a brother to the king might do what the brother of her husband had done to him that she insured that Louis would never be placed in jeopardy by his younger brother. She overcompensated giving Philippe more property and more worldy goods than she did her son who she trained so well to become the absolute monarch that she turned Philippe into a girl instead of a boy, and so he grew up liking girls clothing and make up better than male wear. He is famous for his homosexual or bisexual relationships, always seeming to be the recessive one in the relationship as his male lovers ruled him, but he was equally at home with women, giving both his wives children to prove that he could satisfy a woman in bed when necessary.
I have a special reason for explaining Philippe away as I had read the book by his second wife Liselotte, who is the funniest and most interesting woman in the court who is half in love with the king as was his first wife Henrietta who also preferred the king to her husband Philippe.
Philippe is a very special man, and is even more rigid when it comes to rules of order and etiquette at the court but at a very young age, twenty to be exact, he came into ownership of his own home, Saint Cloud, even long before Louis XIV had the Chateau du Versailles started.
Philippe is kept and prevented from ever entering into the many problems of government that his older brother had to undertake. He was trained early on how to be a playboy kind of person, having to satisfy whatever desires he may have had by useless and senseless games. He was reduced to a no nothing kind of person yet he was ever available and around to go with the king in many of the king's official duties. So he deserves a special kind of consideration in his relationship with the king who after all steals the show in every aspect and the world does revolve around the King as the planets do the sun, so that poor Philippe is barely even cast as the moon.
But poor Philippe is not to be pitied when one understands the truth about his situation. He does own his own home, is in possession of largesse, has the privileges and rights of a prince, which he knows how to perform better at time than his brother the King, and so he determines his own lifestyle, partying in Paris, becoming beloved by the Parisians, since the King does not enjoy Paris so much, and stays away from the major city rather than going into it. In the end, Philippe enjoyed his lifestyle which which was as extravagant and luxurious as his brothers, since he probably owned more diamonds and gemstones at times than the King had done...Both were well situated.
But at the root of it all, he was deeply jealous of the King, and the night before he died, he challenged and dared the king, finally letting loose of all his ill feelings, which naturally brought a case of apoplexy upon him from which he died. Way to go, Philippe, in a fit of temper tantrum...
At the chateau I took a photo of Philippe's portrait, and I took it twice, as I was afraid my batteries were nearly gone and wanted to make sure that I got that portrait. The second time I took it I was back in time, listening to Philippe again on that night that he had lit into me, and I knew immediately that all my intuitions and beliefs about him had been right all along...he was the one calling me "mechant" and taunting me...he did it again, or rather, I relived it again...I had slipped back once more...
Philippe has a very sad history and is probably the most maligned person in the Royal household, but his mother was so fearful that a brother to the king might do what the brother of her husband had done to him that she insured that Louis would never be placed in jeopardy by his younger brother. She overcompensated giving Philippe more property and more worldy goods than she did her son who she trained so well to become the absolute monarch that she turned Philippe into a girl instead of a boy, and so he grew up liking girls clothing and make up better than male wear. He is famous for his homosexual or bisexual relationships, always seeming to be the recessive one in the relationship as his male lovers ruled him, but he was equally at home with women, giving both his wives children to prove that he could satisfy a woman in bed when necessary.
I have a special reason for explaining Philippe away as I had read the book by his second wife Liselotte, who is the funniest and most interesting woman in the court who is half in love with the king as was his first wife Henrietta who also preferred the king to her husband Philippe.
Philippe is a very special man, and is even more rigid when it comes to rules of order and etiquette at the court but at a very young age, twenty to be exact, he came into ownership of his own home, Saint Cloud, even long before Louis XIV had the Chateau du Versailles started.
Philippe is kept and prevented from ever entering into the many problems of government that his older brother had to undertake. He was trained early on how to be a playboy kind of person, having to satisfy whatever desires he may have had by useless and senseless games. He was reduced to a no nothing kind of person yet he was ever available and around to go with the king in many of the king's official duties. So he deserves a special kind of consideration in his relationship with the king who after all steals the show in every aspect and the world does revolve around the King as the planets do the sun, so that poor Philippe is barely even cast as the moon.
But poor Philippe is not to be pitied when one understands the truth about his situation. He does own his own home, is in possession of largesse, has the privileges and rights of a prince, which he knows how to perform better at time than his brother the King, and so he determines his own lifestyle, partying in Paris, becoming beloved by the Parisians, since the King does not enjoy Paris so much, and stays away from the major city rather than going into it. In the end, Philippe enjoyed his lifestyle which which was as extravagant and luxurious as his brothers, since he probably owned more diamonds and gemstones at times than the King had done...Both were well situated.
But at the root of it all, he was deeply jealous of the King, and the night before he died, he challenged and dared the king, finally letting loose of all his ill feelings, which naturally brought a case of apoplexy upon him from which he died. Way to go, Philippe, in a fit of temper tantrum...
At the chateau I took a photo of Philippe's portrait, and I took it twice, as I was afraid my batteries were nearly gone and wanted to make sure that I got that portrait. The second time I took it I was back in time, listening to Philippe again on that night that he had lit into me, and I knew immediately that all my intuitions and beliefs about him had been right all along...he was the one calling me "mechant" and taunting me...he did it again, or rather, I relived it again...I had slipped back once more...
Marie Adelaide and Madame de Maintenon
While I am remembering this at this sitting, I do want to write about the time that I was walking in the garden with Madame de Maintenon aka Francois d'Aubigne and Marie Adelaide came half skipping and running up to us. Madame and I were sauntering our way along a pathway when suddenly young Marie Adelaide came up, skipping and running, and stopped in front of us, as we are standing side by side, and she does her little curtsy in Italian style, and beamed and smiled and skipped and ran ahead of us then. I was so taken in by her, her huge wide eyes, her sweetness, that I have been in love with her ever since.
I have a relative who I always think of when I think of Marie Adelaide as I remember when Tammy came to my grandparent's (mother) funeral and said hello to us...Somehow or other the two remind me of one another...as I loved Tammy and the way she spoke to us at the time.
Marie Adelaide is the love of Louis's life after she comes to reside at the Chateau as she is the epitome of all his dreams for the Chateau of the future. She will be able to grace the halls as nobody else can do with her youthful exuberance and enthusiasm. She is a fun person, a forerunner to Marie Antoinette in many ways, yet having had the advantage of meeting with a King who knew how to protect and keep her. There are many similarities between Marie Adelaide and Marie Antoinette, but Marie Adelaide was never meant to have her destiny as a future queen of France as she died so young which broke the king's heart.
Louis's life is marked with many tragedies. But I happened to be lucky to learn of all the good times that he had,so I consider all this revelation about him to be Heavenly.
I have a relative who I always think of when I think of Marie Adelaide as I remember when Tammy came to my grandparent's (mother) funeral and said hello to us...Somehow or other the two remind me of one another...as I loved Tammy and the way she spoke to us at the time.
Marie Adelaide is the love of Louis's life after she comes to reside at the Chateau as she is the epitome of all his dreams for the Chateau of the future. She will be able to grace the halls as nobody else can do with her youthful exuberance and enthusiasm. She is a fun person, a forerunner to Marie Antoinette in many ways, yet having had the advantage of meeting with a King who knew how to protect and keep her. There are many similarities between Marie Adelaide and Marie Antoinette, but Marie Adelaide was never meant to have her destiny as a future queen of France as she died so young which broke the king's heart.
Louis's life is marked with many tragedies. But I happened to be lucky to learn of all the good times that he had,so I consider all this revelation about him to be Heavenly.
Taking a page from
Jude Devereaux who has suggested that we keep notes and write as we go along to revise and edit later, and putting it to use. So this will be a hodgepodge of combination streaming thoughts and creative writing efforts...I try to edit as I go but I do read back and see what had bothered me at first but could not correct now has a way to be revised.
I decided to let myself just let it all hang out so as not to be too contrived whenever I try to write about a place in time where I have been. I could list all the times that I have spent in the life of the king, as they are always in small segments, a lot like snapshots, and one can take one of those scenarios and develop it into a story if one has the inspiration.
But for now I will describe in this post the time that I had seen the small trianon or the porcelain trianon as it was called then. I am not sure what prompted this now, but I recalled a moment when I am on horseback approaching the chateau which was made like a Chinese pavilion in a way, but it was quite small in comparison to the main chateau and it was where I often rendezvoused and met with Madame de Montespan aka Athenais. The pavilion is a beautiful thing to see, as it very well made, is adorned with all kinds of small objects on top of the roof that appear to be made for children. It had an horseshoe type shaped open area in which one approached from horseback, and I could see that there was a lot of activity there, horses standing, tied to poles, and in the distance where the entry lay, I could see a beautiful woman with long hair trailing down her shoulders, being attended by many young ladies, and waiting for me to come to her. She was the most patient and charming woman who chatted with the young girls who tended to her, and she would lean out towards the window, looking to see if I am anywhere near. I had eyes only for her after that and watched her steadily as I brought my horse to stand alongside the others...
that was all...I saw nothing more, but I had a sense of babies for some reason, and I drew a sketch of a baby on the page in a book that I have that has a picture of this same porcelain chateau from the other side. It seems that it had a lot of delft ware in it, and certain things stood out for me...one was the love or interest in the woman who I believe is Athenais aka Madame de Montespan, and I had the impression that this place was a lovenest where babies were often made. And for all I know possibly delivered as well...and the children were able to play here.
Louis is on horseback a lot. The stable area at the chateau is a very impressive area to consider in terms of the size and the designs that are a part of it. Horses are a very important element in understanding not only travel and sporting but also in terms of labor and farming.
The king also had dogs, but I do not know that much about those animals as the only time that I realized dogs in the past was in the hunting scene that I had had.
I decided to let myself just let it all hang out so as not to be too contrived whenever I try to write about a place in time where I have been. I could list all the times that I have spent in the life of the king, as they are always in small segments, a lot like snapshots, and one can take one of those scenarios and develop it into a story if one has the inspiration.
But for now I will describe in this post the time that I had seen the small trianon or the porcelain trianon as it was called then. I am not sure what prompted this now, but I recalled a moment when I am on horseback approaching the chateau which was made like a Chinese pavilion in a way, but it was quite small in comparison to the main chateau and it was where I often rendezvoused and met with Madame de Montespan aka Athenais. The pavilion is a beautiful thing to see, as it very well made, is adorned with all kinds of small objects on top of the roof that appear to be made for children. It had an horseshoe type shaped open area in which one approached from horseback, and I could see that there was a lot of activity there, horses standing, tied to poles, and in the distance where the entry lay, I could see a beautiful woman with long hair trailing down her shoulders, being attended by many young ladies, and waiting for me to come to her. She was the most patient and charming woman who chatted with the young girls who tended to her, and she would lean out towards the window, looking to see if I am anywhere near. I had eyes only for her after that and watched her steadily as I brought my horse to stand alongside the others...
that was all...I saw nothing more, but I had a sense of babies for some reason, and I drew a sketch of a baby on the page in a book that I have that has a picture of this same porcelain chateau from the other side. It seems that it had a lot of delft ware in it, and certain things stood out for me...one was the love or interest in the woman who I believe is Athenais aka Madame de Montespan, and I had the impression that this place was a lovenest where babies were often made. And for all I know possibly delivered as well...and the children were able to play here.
Louis is on horseback a lot. The stable area at the chateau is a very impressive area to consider in terms of the size and the designs that are a part of it. Horses are a very important element in understanding not only travel and sporting but also in terms of labor and farming.
The king also had dogs, but I do not know that much about those animals as the only time that I realized dogs in the past was in the hunting scene that I had had.
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