One thing I have learned through this blogging place is to follow others and then to read others blogs. They are absolutely fascinating. I have learned so much from others, but I admit that I am staying to the diary theme a bit too much. I may try a different blog for recipes, or for vacation spots, or some such idea, but for now I am using this one trying to achieve success with recounting my experiences in paranormal psychology and the concept of reincarnation.
I don't think that a blog about Louis XIV per se would be interesting any more than a blog about Alexander or George Washington would be satisfying to me. I just needed what I could call my place of personal self exposure to better understand my own experiences.
I honestly believe that the history world has its own agenda, and it depends upon whether one educates oneself to become a college professor, high school teacher, or what so that a lifelong study of any of these characters is only an academic process.
Academia has its own rules and standards and most are always interested in publishing books that will be useful to the classroom student more than to the average reader.
That is why I was discussing the process of writing a book. My next chapter will be on character so that I may actually urge myself into finally following through and discussing the idea of a book about any one of these former selves that I have come to know so well.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Beginning of Fall
This is the second day of September, the day I usually bring all my bills into focus and pay for the luxury of living. I understand that someone at ats wrote a thread asking why we have to pay to live on the planet. It does make you wonder at the system of economy that man has constructed for himself to enable each one of us to survive on the planet. I often wonder when people have children if they really know what they are doing. It is nature's instinct but man is supposed to learn to control his passions at some point in time, and to devise a means for the human race to live together in a way which would eliminate much of the earth's so called sins which are otherwise considered errors in living.
I never enjoy paying bills, especially when I realize the kinds of bills that I am paying. I have been living on a shoestring for way too long, and am at the end of my rope about it so am making some serious decisions and calls this month.
I have been expounding here a lot on recent experiences in my life which led me to times past and people whose lives I had had no knowledge of until informed by a spiritual guide about them...learning of how people who were in power yesterday lived has given me a new and different attitude about finances, economy, and living together as the social animal that we human beings are.
It makes no difference whether people believe my assertions or not, as there are many ongoing theories of life on the planet, and I am as skeptical and as desirous of knowing the truth as anyone is. But I do believe in myself, my effort at remaining true to myself, and to realize the truth about all the stuff that human beings have been feeding each other over the course of time.
AS I said, there are many places on the planet where no records were kept, no history is made, and so these places remain unknown and mysterious territory to so called civilized society. The Mayans and Incas were decimated by the Spanish during the age of adventure and travel and the inhabitants of Easter Island remain a mystery while huge portions of both Africa, South America, and the Pacific Islands remain as unknown territories regarding their culture beyond what is known today.
While archaeological digs may reveal some artifacts and expose some truths regarding primitive man in south Africa and other places, no records remain that tell much about the people who lived during those times.
It appears that record keeping is primarily an European, Asian type concept. The Alaskan Indians, the native Indians of America, and other places on the earth maintained storytelling, but no actual histories are ever truly known as factual evidence about any of these peoples.
So in truth only a small portion of the earth has maintained and kept a record of its inhabitants and events, and whatever prompted those to come to be is pretty much unknown as well.
I am well aware of the conceits and egotism of mankind to consider fame and fortune to be a great value and asset but in reality, the truth is that the names of beings of the past who did make great voyages, discoveries, and inventions is pretty much irrelevant to what remains now. We can consider it a foundation type laying of one discovery which leads to another, but who actually did what and why is not so important as to what followed after that discovery, and by whom then?
We contrive things...in each experience of the past, I had my hearing, my sight, my sense of touch and of taste and smell, and I was able to use all at some time or other to help me to understand myself and who I had been in each one of those returns to a human being of yesteryear...but only in terms of the guide's telling me who I am I had no idea except for clothing, actions, and deeds, and how I appeared to myself to realize myself as who I had been. Nobody had name identification and no names were ever mentioned except from the spirit guide who led me back to that place.
In other words, it is nearly impossible for anyone to ever be able to know his given identity in a times past since it all happens so quickly (taking hours or two hours at least) and names somehow do not seem to be mentioned at all...one simply acts and does, sees the people he encounters, recognizes them only from within, and many times, probably cannot give a name to a face unless something extraordinary happens as with Madame Montespan, Madame de Maintenon, and Marie Adelaide. I did know each of them when I saw them.
There is a man in Alexander's life that I could not identify as either one of two people, and I am not sure yet which he had been, the man who had been an Indian guru who gave up his life in immolation on a pyre of burning wood, or whether he had been Bagoas. I did see him, and I did feel him come up behind me, and I am inclined to believe it is one or the other of those two men, as the man was so quiet and so still but so supportive and trustworthy in my feelings about him.
I did recognize Barsine, Heracles, and Roxanne and knew each one of them individually, as well as eventually being able to label Black Kleitos and Hephaestion. I did see Hephaestion on more than one occasion as he has appeared to me in several past recollections. I consider him to be like a brother to me. He is that close in emotional trust and worthiness. I do not consider him to have been a sexual partner as some want to believe, but that is projection on the part of many who have decided to choose Alexander as some kind of target for their own feelings.
In truth, Alexander is more like a holy man, trying to control his passions to achieve a place in the Heavens as an immortal. Alexander definitely sets himself apart from most of humanity and is in a way, very isolated in his brilliance, his comprehension, his talents, and his wisdom. He realizes this sense of separateness from others more than most people realize or understand.
King Louis XIV is the most down to earth human of all of these persons from the past, but he is elevated and set apart by his divine birth status of being chosen to rule France from his childhood acceptance as a gift from the gods to fulfill the hopes of his father and mother's ambitions...A childking leads a totally different life from other siblings who may follow in suit as each child is especially prepared for his role to play in his kingdom.
After finally resolving the problem of how Louis XIV could have then become George Washington in the next lifetime, I could easily understand why the soul had been prepared to lay aside the kingdom for the the rule of self government. Louis XIV had the longest reign of any European king, and there is little doubt that the burden of the crown is a heavy one to wear.
I study these men as a progression since I have come to know them intimately. Each one is very personal to me now, and I regard each one of them as an important part of me, no matter what it means, rebirth, astral body projection, kashaic record reading or what, it means that I know them intimately and well, and have a personal and emotional interest in each. I am the best defender of the lifetimes that I have experienced of anyone, barnone.
First of all, in my own lifetime as my having been a person of some authority in the classroom of the past, and in my role as a citizen of the USA, I do accept that I have some spiritual qualities that separate me from others as well. As in the Catholic church, the saying, once a priest always a priest, once a king, always a king.
I have always believed that I am a spiritual ruler, and I do it quietly and without fanfare, but I am aware that the media has long been aware of me and keeps up with me all the time. I respect many in the media for their conscientiousness about this, but I do not like being treated as though I am somehow or other a person from whom anyone can steal my ideas but what you won't pay for it sooner or later, one way or the other.
As I have said many times, what you give out you will get back. If you give out good, you will reap good, if you give out evil, you will reap evil...many times 100 to 1000 fold...be careful that you do truly treat others as you want to be treated yourself.
I never enjoy paying bills, especially when I realize the kinds of bills that I am paying. I have been living on a shoestring for way too long, and am at the end of my rope about it so am making some serious decisions and calls this month.
I have been expounding here a lot on recent experiences in my life which led me to times past and people whose lives I had had no knowledge of until informed by a spiritual guide about them...learning of how people who were in power yesterday lived has given me a new and different attitude about finances, economy, and living together as the social animal that we human beings are.
It makes no difference whether people believe my assertions or not, as there are many ongoing theories of life on the planet, and I am as skeptical and as desirous of knowing the truth as anyone is. But I do believe in myself, my effort at remaining true to myself, and to realize the truth about all the stuff that human beings have been feeding each other over the course of time.
AS I said, there are many places on the planet where no records were kept, no history is made, and so these places remain unknown and mysterious territory to so called civilized society. The Mayans and Incas were decimated by the Spanish during the age of adventure and travel and the inhabitants of Easter Island remain a mystery while huge portions of both Africa, South America, and the Pacific Islands remain as unknown territories regarding their culture beyond what is known today.
While archaeological digs may reveal some artifacts and expose some truths regarding primitive man in south Africa and other places, no records remain that tell much about the people who lived during those times.
It appears that record keeping is primarily an European, Asian type concept. The Alaskan Indians, the native Indians of America, and other places on the earth maintained storytelling, but no actual histories are ever truly known as factual evidence about any of these peoples.
So in truth only a small portion of the earth has maintained and kept a record of its inhabitants and events, and whatever prompted those to come to be is pretty much unknown as well.
I am well aware of the conceits and egotism of mankind to consider fame and fortune to be a great value and asset but in reality, the truth is that the names of beings of the past who did make great voyages, discoveries, and inventions is pretty much irrelevant to what remains now. We can consider it a foundation type laying of one discovery which leads to another, but who actually did what and why is not so important as to what followed after that discovery, and by whom then?
We contrive things...in each experience of the past, I had my hearing, my sight, my sense of touch and of taste and smell, and I was able to use all at some time or other to help me to understand myself and who I had been in each one of those returns to a human being of yesteryear...but only in terms of the guide's telling me who I am I had no idea except for clothing, actions, and deeds, and how I appeared to myself to realize myself as who I had been. Nobody had name identification and no names were ever mentioned except from the spirit guide who led me back to that place.
In other words, it is nearly impossible for anyone to ever be able to know his given identity in a times past since it all happens so quickly (taking hours or two hours at least) and names somehow do not seem to be mentioned at all...one simply acts and does, sees the people he encounters, recognizes them only from within, and many times, probably cannot give a name to a face unless something extraordinary happens as with Madame Montespan, Madame de Maintenon, and Marie Adelaide. I did know each of them when I saw them.
There is a man in Alexander's life that I could not identify as either one of two people, and I am not sure yet which he had been, the man who had been an Indian guru who gave up his life in immolation on a pyre of burning wood, or whether he had been Bagoas. I did see him, and I did feel him come up behind me, and I am inclined to believe it is one or the other of those two men, as the man was so quiet and so still but so supportive and trustworthy in my feelings about him.
I did recognize Barsine, Heracles, and Roxanne and knew each one of them individually, as well as eventually being able to label Black Kleitos and Hephaestion. I did see Hephaestion on more than one occasion as he has appeared to me in several past recollections. I consider him to be like a brother to me. He is that close in emotional trust and worthiness. I do not consider him to have been a sexual partner as some want to believe, but that is projection on the part of many who have decided to choose Alexander as some kind of target for their own feelings.
In truth, Alexander is more like a holy man, trying to control his passions to achieve a place in the Heavens as an immortal. Alexander definitely sets himself apart from most of humanity and is in a way, very isolated in his brilliance, his comprehension, his talents, and his wisdom. He realizes this sense of separateness from others more than most people realize or understand.
King Louis XIV is the most down to earth human of all of these persons from the past, but he is elevated and set apart by his divine birth status of being chosen to rule France from his childhood acceptance as a gift from the gods to fulfill the hopes of his father and mother's ambitions...A childking leads a totally different life from other siblings who may follow in suit as each child is especially prepared for his role to play in his kingdom.
After finally resolving the problem of how Louis XIV could have then become George Washington in the next lifetime, I could easily understand why the soul had been prepared to lay aside the kingdom for the the rule of self government. Louis XIV had the longest reign of any European king, and there is little doubt that the burden of the crown is a heavy one to wear.
I study these men as a progression since I have come to know them intimately. Each one is very personal to me now, and I regard each one of them as an important part of me, no matter what it means, rebirth, astral body projection, kashaic record reading or what, it means that I know them intimately and well, and have a personal and emotional interest in each. I am the best defender of the lifetimes that I have experienced of anyone, barnone.
First of all, in my own lifetime as my having been a person of some authority in the classroom of the past, and in my role as a citizen of the USA, I do accept that I have some spiritual qualities that separate me from others as well. As in the Catholic church, the saying, once a priest always a priest, once a king, always a king.
I have always believed that I am a spiritual ruler, and I do it quietly and without fanfare, but I am aware that the media has long been aware of me and keeps up with me all the time. I respect many in the media for their conscientiousness about this, but I do not like being treated as though I am somehow or other a person from whom anyone can steal my ideas but what you won't pay for it sooner or later, one way or the other.
As I have said many times, what you give out you will get back. If you give out good, you will reap good, if you give out evil, you will reap evil...many times 100 to 1000 fold...be careful that you do truly treat others as you want to be treated yourself.
A brandnew Fry's Superstore
Today Janice and I went to Verizon to have her newly purchased cell phone explained to her. Josh, the salesman, was excellent as he took the time to explain many of the features of the phone to her and I listened attentively as many of those apply to my phone as well as to hers. These new cell phones are wonderful but as with all new things require some time to learn and master.
So while there we went over to the opening day of a new Fry's Superstore, the only one of its kind in this nation at this point. It is the first of many probably to open soon elsewhere, but for now, we had a treat as we explored the new store, accepting samples of treats where ever we went, and I bought a carton of eggs and cottage cheese which I needed. On the way, we ran into a wine salesman who told us that he was serving samples so we stopped on our way out to get a sample. He remembered us and forgot us as well, but I waited to be sure to get a sample of his sparkling red wine. It was good and Janice got a sample of a slurpie of some kind. Later, we found a rice tortilla topped with nuttella, the nicest service in the place, and finally in a kitchen school, a pasta salad bar...I also got a sample of mozarella with the red wine.
The store is mammoth, and offers the usual marketplace with furnishings, home items, and a massively huge grocery department featuring specialties of all kinds. It is a truly amazing place but the wine tasting area is unique where one can try a variety of wines at a reasonable price and samples of cheeses as well. It has a huge salad bar, the kitchen school, a tortillery, and naturally, Starbucks and slurpie specialties...Eggs were going at 59 cents a dozen so I grabbed me a carton of eggs, and with it being the first Wednesday in the month, I received my senior discount as well...great day for me that way.
It was so crowded that we parked across the street to walk over, and had to return to Verizon to learn how to receive a phone call when called as it did not work immediately as it should have. Naturally, just as my computer had done for me at Windows, it came on as soon as we entered the store.
I noticed that has happened to me with my phone also, and so it is common to all these phones I have learned. I helped her to play with it after we went swimming later, so that she could learn how to operate her camera as well as to take calls, and to get ringtones for her calls.
She is playing and having fun now, and will be very happy with her new toy I am certain.
I love my cell phone too but it does have its moments of a variety of glitches and errors, but I am learning slowly also how to deal with it...these phones spoil you for anything and everything else. Everyone loves them, and I am sure that everyone will sooner or later own one of their own.
So it was a good day!
So while there we went over to the opening day of a new Fry's Superstore, the only one of its kind in this nation at this point. It is the first of many probably to open soon elsewhere, but for now, we had a treat as we explored the new store, accepting samples of treats where ever we went, and I bought a carton of eggs and cottage cheese which I needed. On the way, we ran into a wine salesman who told us that he was serving samples so we stopped on our way out to get a sample. He remembered us and forgot us as well, but I waited to be sure to get a sample of his sparkling red wine. It was good and Janice got a sample of a slurpie of some kind. Later, we found a rice tortilla topped with nuttella, the nicest service in the place, and finally in a kitchen school, a pasta salad bar...I also got a sample of mozarella with the red wine.
The store is mammoth, and offers the usual marketplace with furnishings, home items, and a massively huge grocery department featuring specialties of all kinds. It is a truly amazing place but the wine tasting area is unique where one can try a variety of wines at a reasonable price and samples of cheeses as well. It has a huge salad bar, the kitchen school, a tortillery, and naturally, Starbucks and slurpie specialties...Eggs were going at 59 cents a dozen so I grabbed me a carton of eggs, and with it being the first Wednesday in the month, I received my senior discount as well...great day for me that way.
It was so crowded that we parked across the street to walk over, and had to return to Verizon to learn how to receive a phone call when called as it did not work immediately as it should have. Naturally, just as my computer had done for me at Windows, it came on as soon as we entered the store.
I noticed that has happened to me with my phone also, and so it is common to all these phones I have learned. I helped her to play with it after we went swimming later, so that she could learn how to operate her camera as well as to take calls, and to get ringtones for her calls.
She is playing and having fun now, and will be very happy with her new toy I am certain.
I love my cell phone too but it does have its moments of a variety of glitches and errors, but I am learning slowly also how to deal with it...these phones spoil you for anything and everything else. Everyone loves them, and I am sure that everyone will sooner or later own one of their own.
So it was a good day!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I've Loved You So Long, French Movie
I just watched the French movie called I've Loved You So Long, which stars Kristen Scott Thomas of the English Patient, and Elsa Zylberstein, a lovely young actress who is as mesmerizing in her role as Kristen Scott Thomas. Thomas's character Juliette has just been released from serving time in prison to live with her sister and her family. Juliette had had a trial for the death of her son, and was charged with murder. Everyone had turned against her except her younger sister who has not seen her in years. The story reveals the adjustment that each make to one another as Juliette becomes rehabilitated and returned to society. She had previously been a medical laboratory doctor so she tries to assume responsbility back in life as a medical secretary at a hospital. She has been living a life of pain and agony, and as the story unfolds to reveal her maternal instincts towards her sister's adopted daughters from Viet Nam, the audience gradually watches her come out of her years of retreat and silence to finally return to a state of near normalcy, and naturally as would be expected, the truth comes out about her son's death and the real cause of it.
It is a very touching story that reaches the heart, and two amazing performances are given by these truly talented and gifted women. It is a film that everyone should see. It is a story filled with hope and promise, and requires kleenexes for it is a tearjerker. The finale has a great finish with a beautiful French song for the background, and nobody should miss the last song.
I really loved this movie and it gives me a chance to practice my French by seeing it again...
It is a very touching story that reaches the heart, and two amazing performances are given by these truly talented and gifted women. It is a film that everyone should see. It is a story filled with hope and promise, and requires kleenexes for it is a tearjerker. The finale has a great finish with a beautiful French song for the background, and nobody should miss the last song.
I really loved this movie and it gives me a chance to practice my French by seeing it again...
George Washington
If you think that it was easy for me to believe that I at one time could have been George Washington, that most famous of American icons, you must really think that I am crazy. I was so amazed at such a thought as frankly I had not known a thing about him except that he was our first president and a general in the American Revolution, all the regular stuff that we learn in elementary school and eventually in American History.
I had not really taken to him much because I always remembered when an elementary school was being built two blocks from where I lived that had to be named. We had a contest for the name of the school. I was only in elementary school myself, and the two schools that I had attended were Franklin School in fourth ward, named for Benjamin Franklin, and Lincoln School which was still an elementary school when I went there, and so surprisingly enough, there was not a school named for George Washington, but one for Anthony Wayne, and and another for Horace Mann. So George Washington finally got a school named for him, but it was after the citizens voted. I had wanted it to be named for Thomas Jefferson myself, but my neighbor and friend, Sally, wanted it for George Washington. Ironically, the street next door to mine where Sally lived is named George St. And Thomas Jefferson did get his school also which was built near Ben Franklin school in the fourth ward area.
I always remembered that in fifth grade where we had learned a smattering of history that Thomas Jefferson had been one of the people; whereas, George Washington was a frosty and cold and aloof general who stood apart from the people rather than melting in to become one of them. So I have favored Jefferson as he was a red-haired firebrand type of personality according to what we had learned.
Later, being a teacher, I learned why and how George's way is so much better when leading a classroom, but that took me years to learn.
So when I looked into the mirror to see who I had been in the past as had been suggested by some groups who seem to think that we can discover our former lifetimes if we have them, I was shocked to see an image of George Washington show up and it truly confounded me.
I had a few good friends then who I thought I could trust and dumb me, I even opened up my mouth to say what had happened. I was at that time aware that anything that I would say to others would come back at me through the entertainment industry in some form, but little did I know that even that recognition and sharing of it would also wend its way into Hollywood sitcom shows and variety programs...through the Dean Martin Show for sure it did come back to me. On a show of his, Dean actually did mention both my name and George's in the same sentence which amused me.
But it took a lot of studying for me to realize that that mirror trick had really worked, and so finally after putting it to rest since my sojourn into Virginia, uncovering every place I could find in relation to George, I finally went into a state of regression to see George's inauguration. Thanks to George Bush and his inauguration, I finally decided to learn if I could find anything about GW and his.
This is what happened:
I found myself in a room with a lot of other men, and then we walk out onto a balcony, and as with Louis XIV in his levee, I seem to move swiftly from one scene into another, and as one minute I am inside a large room I am suddenly shifted into the balcony scene where I can see myself from both within and without...cannot explain how that is, but I can see the back of my head and my long queue, a way in which the hair is held at the back, and I can see the texture of my jacket or coat, and I can see myself from the rear and just like that I am in myself, seeing everything around me from inside the person of GW...and as I am getting accustomed to this scenario, just that quickly I am whisked out of it, hearing a spirit guide telling me but he cares most about his men, and just like that I am whisked into another scene which is his farewell to his officers at St. Fraunces Tavern, and I am standing there, watching as a man comes up to me, and I reach out to him, and put my arm around him to pull him near me, I recognize him as Genral Knox, and I begin to cry, and I woke up then, sobbing.
I had never felt anything so tender, so sweet, as George Washington's tender concern for his officers and soldiers, and I realized the sweetness of this man...it touched me profoundly, and I recognized who General Knox is in this lifetime as well, and I felt like I had when I was a teenager in Ohio, realizing once again something inside that is smothered and buried through time as we age and change...but I returned to that state of innocence and sweetness which gave me immense pleasure.
George was only 57 at the time of his inauguration and one thing I noticed is how young in appearance he seemed to look to me. We always see pictures and portraits of what appears an old man, but in reality, he and the group of men around him appeared mature but youthful looking. While they had weathered a lot of storms, they had aged in a way that still appeared young, vital, and energetic. They were not a bunch of old men. They just wore powdered wigs at times.
I later went to the library and my spirit guide took me to the shelf where a book called The Real Washington was on the stand and I picked it up and found a woman's description of that farewell to his officers, and she remarked on the tears and the sweetness there...I thought for once, someone in history wrote of an event that is exactly true and as it happened. It touched me a lot.
On that note, I came to know George Washington in a totally different way than I had ever perceived him earlier. It had a great effect and impact on me to know this man's heart. His love for this great cause was such that he truly sacrificed everything for the good of the whole.
It is with no modesty that I write this because I believe that the truth should be known and that God has blessed me with the gifts of learning of these men of the past, no matter what their relationship is to me.
After I leave each one personally, I do try to see what it is that holds them together as a single unit besides my recollections or memories or whatever it is that keeps me learning of each one of them.....
I had not really taken to him much because I always remembered when an elementary school was being built two blocks from where I lived that had to be named. We had a contest for the name of the school. I was only in elementary school myself, and the two schools that I had attended were Franklin School in fourth ward, named for Benjamin Franklin, and Lincoln School which was still an elementary school when I went there, and so surprisingly enough, there was not a school named for George Washington, but one for Anthony Wayne, and and another for Horace Mann. So George Washington finally got a school named for him, but it was after the citizens voted. I had wanted it to be named for Thomas Jefferson myself, but my neighbor and friend, Sally, wanted it for George Washington. Ironically, the street next door to mine where Sally lived is named George St. And Thomas Jefferson did get his school also which was built near Ben Franklin school in the fourth ward area.
I always remembered that in fifth grade where we had learned a smattering of history that Thomas Jefferson had been one of the people; whereas, George Washington was a frosty and cold and aloof general who stood apart from the people rather than melting in to become one of them. So I have favored Jefferson as he was a red-haired firebrand type of personality according to what we had learned.
Later, being a teacher, I learned why and how George's way is so much better when leading a classroom, but that took me years to learn.
So when I looked into the mirror to see who I had been in the past as had been suggested by some groups who seem to think that we can discover our former lifetimes if we have them, I was shocked to see an image of George Washington show up and it truly confounded me.
I had a few good friends then who I thought I could trust and dumb me, I even opened up my mouth to say what had happened. I was at that time aware that anything that I would say to others would come back at me through the entertainment industry in some form, but little did I know that even that recognition and sharing of it would also wend its way into Hollywood sitcom shows and variety programs...through the Dean Martin Show for sure it did come back to me. On a show of his, Dean actually did mention both my name and George's in the same sentence which amused me.
But it took a lot of studying for me to realize that that mirror trick had really worked, and so finally after putting it to rest since my sojourn into Virginia, uncovering every place I could find in relation to George, I finally went into a state of regression to see George's inauguration. Thanks to George Bush and his inauguration, I finally decided to learn if I could find anything about GW and his.
This is what happened:
I found myself in a room with a lot of other men, and then we walk out onto a balcony, and as with Louis XIV in his levee, I seem to move swiftly from one scene into another, and as one minute I am inside a large room I am suddenly shifted into the balcony scene where I can see myself from both within and without...cannot explain how that is, but I can see the back of my head and my long queue, a way in which the hair is held at the back, and I can see the texture of my jacket or coat, and I can see myself from the rear and just like that I am in myself, seeing everything around me from inside the person of GW...and as I am getting accustomed to this scenario, just that quickly I am whisked out of it, hearing a spirit guide telling me but he cares most about his men, and just like that I am whisked into another scene which is his farewell to his officers at St. Fraunces Tavern, and I am standing there, watching as a man comes up to me, and I reach out to him, and put my arm around him to pull him near me, I recognize him as Genral Knox, and I begin to cry, and I woke up then, sobbing.
I had never felt anything so tender, so sweet, as George Washington's tender concern for his officers and soldiers, and I realized the sweetness of this man...it touched me profoundly, and I recognized who General Knox is in this lifetime as well, and I felt like I had when I was a teenager in Ohio, realizing once again something inside that is smothered and buried through time as we age and change...but I returned to that state of innocence and sweetness which gave me immense pleasure.
George was only 57 at the time of his inauguration and one thing I noticed is how young in appearance he seemed to look to me. We always see pictures and portraits of what appears an old man, but in reality, he and the group of men around him appeared mature but youthful looking. While they had weathered a lot of storms, they had aged in a way that still appeared young, vital, and energetic. They were not a bunch of old men. They just wore powdered wigs at times.
I later went to the library and my spirit guide took me to the shelf where a book called The Real Washington was on the stand and I picked it up and found a woman's description of that farewell to his officers, and she remarked on the tears and the sweetness there...I thought for once, someone in history wrote of an event that is exactly true and as it happened. It touched me a lot.
On that note, I came to know George Washington in a totally different way than I had ever perceived him earlier. It had a great effect and impact on me to know this man's heart. His love for this great cause was such that he truly sacrificed everything for the good of the whole.
It is with no modesty that I write this because I believe that the truth should be known and that God has blessed me with the gifts of learning of these men of the past, no matter what their relationship is to me.
After I leave each one personally, I do try to see what it is that holds them together as a single unit besides my recollections or memories or whatever it is that keeps me learning of each one of them.....
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