I am currently writing about Marie Adelaide from the book Horizon in which Joseph Barry has discussed her importance to the King. I had had a memory of Marie Adelaide in which I realized how much the King loved her and why.
She is an impish girl. As the King and Madame de Maintenon are strolling through the gardens, I recalled the young princess running and skipping up to us as we slowly walked down a garden pathway. These pathways are dirt laden and carefully prepared for promenades. Madame de Maintenon and I are standing side by side when Marie Adelaide runs up to us, makes a quick curtsey and bows before me. She is adorable, and I noted her huge wide eyes, and her sweet innocence as she greeted us, and then went on her merry way, skipping and running down the garden path. She was beautifully gowned, a mere child, but enchanting, and her big wide eyes held mine as I looked at her mischievous manner. She is an impish child, but I adored her. Madame stood beside me as the girl recognized me and then ran down the path. I noticed how still and quiet Madame had been during this encounter. I tuly loved that young girl.
Now, after waking from that, and discussing all that I had previously, I realize that this experience is stored within me somehow for me to have it. Because of the size of her eyes, and her size, I saw a resemblance between her and the first official wife of Alexander the Great. I remember Roxanne as having the most beautiful oval eyes as to make me think she has an Asian Oriental heritage of some kind. She was small, dimunitive, and had beautiful long black hair and huge eyes also. I am inclined to believe that Louis XIV loved Marie Adelaide in a way that makes me believe that the resemblance between her and Roxanne is such that there is an automatic return to a former love that the King would not have known or understood or realized. I realize it now.
I see a remarkable resemblance in a man who I had loved in my youth who reminds me of Genghis Khan's appearance also. I was amazed at the similarity so that I thought what if I had fallen for this man's looks unbeknownst to myself because he resembled what I had looked like when in the person of Genghis Khan...it has made me wonder is all that I am saying.
These are deep pesonal thoughts, but they do occur to me, and I am thinking about them, realizing that perhaps our subconscious causes us to behave and react to people due to our former encounters with them...something to consider.
Yes, Jim, the bartender, looks a lot like Genghis Khan to me in many ways.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Friday, October 8, 2010
Difference between reality/dreams
I am trying to explain this now so that I reach the correct solution. I had had a dream about Sandra's mother and niece the other morning in which I realized that dreams are matters of inpalpable situations against the reality of a waking world which is tactile and palpable. What had happened was that in the dream I was reaching for someone's leg to grab, and in reality, I was half awake to realize that I was reaching touching nothing...all this was a within the mind experience in which the reality was in the mind of the dream, not of the real world. As I reached out to touch, I found nothing...this hit me very strongly because I realized then that all my visions of the past are in the same light. While I am reliving something from yesterday, its palpability is only related to that time period, and in fact, today in a waking condition, I would not be able to touch or visualize even any of that unless back in the place of sleep and memory. That hit me very strongly. It is the same with people who are in a state of hypnosis. They do believe whatever suggestion that is made to them.
So this naturally makes me want to know why it is that I can see things that no longer exist, but are only stored in my mind. I have to acknowledge one of two things: that I either have this event locked into an eternal memory mode, or that I have accessed a place where eternal memory is stored. I could not make it up as I have had no current in this lifetime knowledge of it as seen in the recesses of my mind.
Yes, I am over analytical. I have always been that way. I cannot stop myself from analyzing any and everything that I am capable of doing in a supernatural or supernormal way. I have to have a kind of peace within myself, and due to my belief in the spiritual guides I realized that I cannot question those. I did ask, I did receive. I probably have already stated it on this blog but I am re-emphasizing the significance and importance of this to my understanding the lives of the many men who have come to me.
You see, I am a person who is also a skeptic and I am too well aware of charlatans, others who wish to claim something of importance so that I do not want to appear a dupe or gullible either. I think that there are too many people who wish to have even what I have today but do not know how to access it. I cannot say that there is a sure method as my only method was to believe, exercise faith in asking and receiving, and accept the consequences of my actions. I cannot promise that this will work for everyone. I have been very protective not to reveal everything that I have gleaned in these methods but share a little, including my notebooks, knowing very well that thieves will attempt to use it as though it were their own.
There are always the sparrows who wish to claim that they are peacocks and fail to see the beauty in their own being as a sparrow.
So while I actually like the cover of Alexander as a madman, a meglomaniac, as it suits me and I can live with it, I believe that he is as sound as a dollar, (meaning what?) and exercised his judgement suitable for his times in a way that today we may criticize, but I ask, who am I to criticize even msyelf for actions taken during a time period in which if I had done otherwise, I would be nothing but dust and ashes as well.
In other words, let it be.
So that is how I feel about the present. I am who I am now, I have been serious enough to prove to myself the truth, and I again believe that I am blessed for it.
I felt it important to discuss this once again. The mental world is separate and apart from the waking world. All these events stem from a record that exists from within. That is all.
So this naturally makes me want to know why it is that I can see things that no longer exist, but are only stored in my mind. I have to acknowledge one of two things: that I either have this event locked into an eternal memory mode, or that I have accessed a place where eternal memory is stored. I could not make it up as I have had no current in this lifetime knowledge of it as seen in the recesses of my mind.
Yes, I am over analytical. I have always been that way. I cannot stop myself from analyzing any and everything that I am capable of doing in a supernatural or supernormal way. I have to have a kind of peace within myself, and due to my belief in the spiritual guides I realized that I cannot question those. I did ask, I did receive. I probably have already stated it on this blog but I am re-emphasizing the significance and importance of this to my understanding the lives of the many men who have come to me.
You see, I am a person who is also a skeptic and I am too well aware of charlatans, others who wish to claim something of importance so that I do not want to appear a dupe or gullible either. I think that there are too many people who wish to have even what I have today but do not know how to access it. I cannot say that there is a sure method as my only method was to believe, exercise faith in asking and receiving, and accept the consequences of my actions. I cannot promise that this will work for everyone. I have been very protective not to reveal everything that I have gleaned in these methods but share a little, including my notebooks, knowing very well that thieves will attempt to use it as though it were their own.
There are always the sparrows who wish to claim that they are peacocks and fail to see the beauty in their own being as a sparrow.
So while I actually like the cover of Alexander as a madman, a meglomaniac, as it suits me and I can live with it, I believe that he is as sound as a dollar, (meaning what?) and exercised his judgement suitable for his times in a way that today we may criticize, but I ask, who am I to criticize even msyelf for actions taken during a time period in which if I had done otherwise, I would be nothing but dust and ashes as well.
In other words, let it be.
So that is how I feel about the present. I am who I am now, I have been serious enough to prove to myself the truth, and I again believe that I am blessed for it.
I felt it important to discuss this once again. The mental world is separate and apart from the waking world. All these events stem from a record that exists from within. That is all.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Colleen Thomas's prediction
I went to YouTube thanks to a thread at the Abovetopsecret website which came to my attention. Because I had some difficulty in accessing the video I finally went to Youtube to see it. I understood some of the strange comments that had been posted after listening to this woman's warning of spaceships planning to invade and pick up earth beings as passengers, planning to kidnap them.
The remarks about her sanity and need for attention struck me, as I thought that is probably what people think about me but either are too nice or too afraid to say it.
Believe me, I have known all of that all along. My mother even warned me not to tell anyone. Even now, after all this much time, I would never deny myself the pure joy of what I have been through in these past years, but I can well bet that many think of me as crazy and odd as they think of that woman.
At least in my case, I could find proof of the objects that I had seen so that gave me comfort. I do not hope that a bunch of spaceships come into earth to kidnap people just so this woman can take comfort in that.
Anyway, I tried to find her again at abovetopsecret and she cannot be found there any longer. the 404 message came up!
I will never share my blog with abovetopsecret despite the fact that I know that people there are very much aware of my assertions...they have a way of letting me know.
The remarks about her sanity and need for attention struck me, as I thought that is probably what people think about me but either are too nice or too afraid to say it.
Believe me, I have known all of that all along. My mother even warned me not to tell anyone. Even now, after all this much time, I would never deny myself the pure joy of what I have been through in these past years, but I can well bet that many think of me as crazy and odd as they think of that woman.
At least in my case, I could find proof of the objects that I had seen so that gave me comfort. I do not hope that a bunch of spaceships come into earth to kidnap people just so this woman can take comfort in that.
Anyway, I tried to find her again at abovetopsecret and she cannot be found there any longer. the 404 message came up!
I will never share my blog with abovetopsecret despite the fact that I know that people there are very much aware of my assertions...they have a way of letting me know.
Marie Adelaide, Princess of Savoy, part 2 Marriage
At Nemours, the Duc de Bourgogne, barely fourteen, met his bride-to-be; at first, the two adolescents were a bit shy and timid with one another, but the duc bent to kiss his future bride's hand and she blushed. They then traveled to Fontainbleau where the entire court and a large crowd gathered at the famous horseshoe stairwell. The King escorted the young princess to the various members of the court as they inched their way to the Queen Mother's apartment. There in the princess's bedroom the Duchesse du Lude, (her lady-in-waiting) had watchfully installed her bed which she later did the same at Versailles.
Comments about the young princess were kind as Madame de Maintenon wrote the princess's mother:"She has a natural courtesy which permits her to say nothing but what is pleasant. Yesterday I tried to prevent her caressing me, saying I was too old. "Ah, not so old as that!she exclaimed, and did me the honor of embracing me."
Marie Adelaide became even more familiar with the king, playing games with him (PallMall which he taught her) sitting on his lap, tugging at his chin, mussing his hair, and saying "Tu" to him, and taking rides together in the park.
The wedding itself was decided by the king to be on December 7, 1697, which was to follow her twelfth birthday. The festivities and ceremonies were to be resplendent, and while times had changed from great gaiety to a more sombre tone, now it was time to return to gaiety and pleasure and all were told to dress appropriately for the occasion. The King himself ordered magnificent coats for himself.
A certain kind of protocol in the handling of the marriage bed occurred which has received a lot of comment. For one, the king did not want the bridegroom to even kiss the tips of the fingers of the bride until two years later when they would be of age to live together, but the poor bridegroom was egged by his younger brother, the duc de Berry into getting into bed with his bride. He was reprimanded for it, when she complained about it to the king, with a remark about his health, so that he replied, "Sire, I am very well."
After the marriage, the King gave a grand ball in the Gallery of Mirrors, with orange trees hung with hundreds of sugar-conserved oranges, and fireworks falling from the skies. Fete followed fete, with the Duc as Apollo and his young wife as a Muse, the Queen of Hearts, or a Chinese princess. Louis even gave her the menagerie at Versailles with its fauves and rare birds, cows, donkeys, and goats. Here Marie Adelaide made cakes and played dairymaid as Marie Antoinette did a centruy later, churning butter for the royal breakfast - and everyone exclaimed on its flavor to please the king.
Her husband seemed to shun such friviolities. Headstrong and vile-tempered as a chld, under the guidance of his quietist tutor, the priestly Fenelon, he had become a studious, melancholy prince. In this respect, the pair are very badly mismated, but the bridegroom loved and adored his wife. They were allowed to live together two years after the wedding. Yet he hated the activities of the court, losing at cards, dancing, and all the other frivolous activities. He was so faithful to his wife that he would not look at another woman,which caused his wife to play a rather poor joke on him one time. She was the mischievous one.
Urging a friend of hers to lie in bed, pretending to be her, she had her friend call to the unsuspecting duc de Bourgogne, and he happily went to lay beside his wife, when she walks in, and chides him for being in bed with her friend, Mme de la Vrilliere, and the poor duc stammered and quailed while the young, half-naked Mme. made her way out of the bedroom to run out of the room. When others came in to learn what had happened, they could not keep from laughing while he tried to recover his composure and senses, realizing it had been a trick played upon him.
Comments about the young princess were kind as Madame de Maintenon wrote the princess's mother:"She has a natural courtesy which permits her to say nothing but what is pleasant. Yesterday I tried to prevent her caressing me, saying I was too old. "Ah, not so old as that!she exclaimed, and did me the honor of embracing me."
Marie Adelaide became even more familiar with the king, playing games with him (PallMall which he taught her) sitting on his lap, tugging at his chin, mussing his hair, and saying "Tu" to him, and taking rides together in the park.
The wedding itself was decided by the king to be on December 7, 1697, which was to follow her twelfth birthday. The festivities and ceremonies were to be resplendent, and while times had changed from great gaiety to a more sombre tone, now it was time to return to gaiety and pleasure and all were told to dress appropriately for the occasion. The King himself ordered magnificent coats for himself.
A certain kind of protocol in the handling of the marriage bed occurred which has received a lot of comment. For one, the king did not want the bridegroom to even kiss the tips of the fingers of the bride until two years later when they would be of age to live together, but the poor bridegroom was egged by his younger brother, the duc de Berry into getting into bed with his bride. He was reprimanded for it, when she complained about it to the king, with a remark about his health, so that he replied, "Sire, I am very well."
After the marriage, the King gave a grand ball in the Gallery of Mirrors, with orange trees hung with hundreds of sugar-conserved oranges, and fireworks falling from the skies. Fete followed fete, with the Duc as Apollo and his young wife as a Muse, the Queen of Hearts, or a Chinese princess. Louis even gave her the menagerie at Versailles with its fauves and rare birds, cows, donkeys, and goats. Here Marie Adelaide made cakes and played dairymaid as Marie Antoinette did a centruy later, churning butter for the royal breakfast - and everyone exclaimed on its flavor to please the king.
Her husband seemed to shun such friviolities. Headstrong and vile-tempered as a chld, under the guidance of his quietist tutor, the priestly Fenelon, he had become a studious, melancholy prince. In this respect, the pair are very badly mismated, but the bridegroom loved and adored his wife. They were allowed to live together two years after the wedding. Yet he hated the activities of the court, losing at cards, dancing, and all the other frivolous activities. He was so faithful to his wife that he would not look at another woman,which caused his wife to play a rather poor joke on him one time. She was the mischievous one.
Urging a friend of hers to lie in bed, pretending to be her, she had her friend call to the unsuspecting duc de Bourgogne, and he happily went to lay beside his wife, when she walks in, and chides him for being in bed with her friend, Mme de la Vrilliere, and the poor duc stammered and quailed while the young, half-naked Mme. made her way out of the bedroom to run out of the room. When others came in to learn what had happened, they could not keep from laughing while he tried to recover his composure and senses, realizing it had been a trick played upon him.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Marie Adelaide, Princess of Savoy
Louis XIV, otherwise known as the Sun King, had many loves in his life, but perhaps one of his most poignant and important was the young Italian Dauphin, Marie Adelaide ofSavoy. In autumn of 1696 in Motargis, Marie Adelaide had been driven to the border town of Pont-de-Beauvoisin, where she stayed in a house on the Savoy side of the river, and then had been taken across the bridge in her stage coach. After she descended, a Savoy page burst into tears, and then handed her train to a French page.
While the princess and her entourage traveled toward Fontainebleau, the impatient king Louis traveled as far as Montagaris to meet her, arriving so early that he was at the door of her coach when it pulled up at six in the morning. He was charmed immediately. He would not, he told his brother Monsieur, change anything about her, and dispatched a courier in haste to tell Mme de Mainenon of his delight.
"I went to receive her in her coach." Louis wrote while the little princess rested. " She waited for me to speak, and then replied very well, but with a slight shyness which would have pleased you. I led her to her room through the crowd, allowing her to be seen from time to time by lighting up her face with the candelabra. This supported with grace and dignity.
Finally, we reached her room where there was a crowd and heat enough to kill one. I presented her from time to time to everyone who approached, and watched her from every point of view to tell you about her. She has the most graceful air and finest figure I have ever seen, perfectly dressed, and her hair also, eyes bright and magnificent, eyelashes black and admirable, complexion smooth white and red, all that could be desired; the most beautiful black hair possible and in abundance. She is thin, which is proper at her age, mouth very red, lips thick, teeth white, long and irregular, hands well shaped and the color of her age. She speaks little, as far as I have seen, and is not embarrassed when she is looked at, like one accustomed to the world. She curtsies badly, rather in the Italian fashion....To speak to you as I am in the habit of doing, I find her perfect, and should be very sorry if she were more beautiful. I repeat, I am pleased with everything, except her curtsy.."
Touchingly, the Grand Monarch said, " Up to now, I have behaved wonderfully. I hope that I can maintain an easy manner until we reach Fontainebleau."
While the princess and her entourage traveled toward Fontainebleau, the impatient king Louis traveled as far as Montagaris to meet her, arriving so early that he was at the door of her coach when it pulled up at six in the morning. He was charmed immediately. He would not, he told his brother Monsieur, change anything about her, and dispatched a courier in haste to tell Mme de Mainenon of his delight.
"I went to receive her in her coach." Louis wrote while the little princess rested. " She waited for me to speak, and then replied very well, but with a slight shyness which would have pleased you. I led her to her room through the crowd, allowing her to be seen from time to time by lighting up her face with the candelabra. This supported with grace and dignity.
Finally, we reached her room where there was a crowd and heat enough to kill one. I presented her from time to time to everyone who approached, and watched her from every point of view to tell you about her. She has the most graceful air and finest figure I have ever seen, perfectly dressed, and her hair also, eyes bright and magnificent, eyelashes black and admirable, complexion smooth white and red, all that could be desired; the most beautiful black hair possible and in abundance. She is thin, which is proper at her age, mouth very red, lips thick, teeth white, long and irregular, hands well shaped and the color of her age. She speaks little, as far as I have seen, and is not embarrassed when she is looked at, like one accustomed to the world. She curtsies badly, rather in the Italian fashion....To speak to you as I am in the habit of doing, I find her perfect, and should be very sorry if she were more beautiful. I repeat, I am pleased with everything, except her curtsy.."
Touchingly, the Grand Monarch said, " Up to now, I have behaved wonderfully. I hope that I can maintain an easy manner until we reach Fontainebleau."
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