I have been naturally once again mulling over my deep interest in these strange men of yesteryear who I have come to know so well. I think about things such as the Christian faith which teaches us strange things. Like there were 12 disciples who went amongst the people to tell the story of Jesus so why is it that the Roman Catholic Church evolved as it did and split from the Greek who had been attended to by Saint Paul in his conversions.
But the truth about the Greeks is that before the introduction of Jesus to their lives, they had believed, as the Romans also later did, in the gods and goddesses of Zeus and Apollo, etc.etc.etc.
I am thinking today about how modern day times hates the military power and might of Adolph Hitler, but how today generations are beginning to turn Alexander and Genghis Khan both into a different kind of hero despite the fact that in many ways, they were just as bad as Hitler had been in their march against their enemies, wiping out entire groups of people in one mighty blow. It is only because the Jews keep alive their own martyrdom that people are aghast at the Holocaust, not that any other groups, including Chinese, and Russian, have not also suffered similar atrocities at the hands of modern day tyrants, Stalin, or Mao Tse Tung.
So it is not without full respect that I had to admit to learning of my soul's having been Alexander and Genghis Khan, making people wonder at my sanity for being so bold as to admit it. I was not so bold at first. I had not liked what I read about Alexander in the history books that I had first found in the library. I was one of those know thing about him persons who most historians hate.
But the simple truth is that after learning about him in my way of intimate knowledge I finally accepted him for who he is, and began to study him in a limited way...I do not intend to ever become an academic in any of these studies of these men of the past. I wonder at the people who do and I wonder why they do.
The thing that is most important for anyone who wishes to dig up the past is to know its effects and consequences upon one. My first realization that I had really been Alexander was when some very severe pains that I had had in in abdominal area finally ceased after I finally realized that they were the pains that Alexander had suffered just before he died. I had had strange pains in my tendons of my heels which I identified with Achilles, and I had had always gotten sore throats around the time of George Washington's death, but I had never realized that any and all of these symptoms could be because of past lifetimes, until I finally connected the severe abdominal pains to Alexander. I could not stand up as the pain was so bad, and I had to bend over and get myself to the toilet to sit down and expell waste to relieve myself of this agony. Once I admitted that it was Alexander who I had been ina past life, and then realized that I had been having his pains, they stopped.
This sounds psychosomatic except for the fact that I had had no idea of who Alexander had been, or anything about him. I had to learn about him to make this connection, and once done, it worked.
Why I would have had all these pains inflicted on me now is something I do not know. They just were.
Now, I know all about Alexander's massacres of whole peoples. This learning experience helped me to understand something that when I was a child, I had thought about. For some reasons, I remember well someone asking me how I felt about seeing a lot of people die and what I thought about it. That question has always remained in the back of my mind so that when I finally came to grips with the likes of GW and Alexander I understood why the question had been posed to me. I could never quite understand why someone would question me about that until I finally learned of my role in the past as these two men.
Most people will think that all this discussion of world famous leaders is self-aggrandizing. That always makes me laugh. I am sure that most people would understand that I would not be very likely to broadcast this information to members of my family (excepted trusted ones) as they would either jeer me or plainly laugh and try to imply that I was a bit "touched" in the head.
I certainly would not want my hometown to learn of it. They only can if they take the trouble to read it. Why? Because of who they are in people's minds, and of who I am.
When one becomes over elevated due to fame and fortune, one takes on a whole new life. Alexander was never over exaggerated to his men. He had their love and respect due to his closeness to them, and they accepted him as he was. Only Kleitos and a few others jeered his belief in his divinity, the same as my dad has always jeered me in my belief in my "divinity". If anyone is truly like Kleitos, it is my dad, and I realized it one day. I have told him about this, and he naturally scoffs at it, but my dad has always scoffed at anything pertaining to God, so what else is new? But I realized due to my first experience being in the person of Alexander that one of the men who I saw in that vision is my dad now, thanks to arm hairs of all things.
I realized that all this trauma which exists between me and my dad is due to my having killed him in some time past 3,000 years ago, and that has a carryover to this day. Believe me, I know this is true.
Realizing that gave me a kind of power that I had never had before. I had seen the similarity between my dad and one of Louis's relatives and my first encounter with Louis XIV also prompted a similar showdown battle between me and my dad, something we have had all my life long, but having been in the skin of the King gave me strength and fortitude the likes of which I had never had before. Learning of Louis actually helped me in one of my dad's famous bitches that he likes to throw. Believe it or not, my trip to Paris actually proved to me that I have been right about him all along as it was confirmed there in the Chateau for me.
So for my good health and sanity, I continue to discuss this with myself. I know that people develop strong hates against anyone who is opposed to them. I understand well why. I also understand that I have truly lived in these men of the past, and I am working it out. Thank Heaven I learned of it in time. That is all for now...just had to express it now.
Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Change of Pace for the moment
I have been discussing the story of Marie Adelaide, and am using Joseph Barry's article which was printed in Horizon magazine, Spring, 1967, as my source. I do not want to simply copy so much of it and I will return to it after I take a break and interject a few ideas that are popping into my head when reading it. Very briefly I will say that Marie Adelaide defended her husband despite his having been a failure at war when serving in the military. Another anecdote is told about the King when he foolishly had Marie Adelaide accompany him to Fontainebleau during a pregnancy. Because the king was insufferable and unbearable, she had a miscarriage, and Barry quotes the famous statement that the King had made at the time which offended all the listeners. He was quite thoughtless and careless in his remarks about his concern for the successor to the throne. After all, it is a worry as it had been for his own father so that the King bore this burden of who would succeed him rather openly as told in a familiar story that most authors love to tell. It exposes the king as a self centered and thoughtless, overbearing, and dominating man at times, and everyone was aghast at his saying his thoughts so outspokenly as he had.
I am considering this episode now. I have somewhat understood it as I saw it as a way for the king to unload, but he did so at the expense of Marie Adelaide and the Duc du Burgogne which was not kind or nice of him. While reading a story told at abovetopsecret just now in which some reaction mentions karma, I did think about this story upon rereading it again for the umpteenth time. Perhaps it does explain why in this lifetime I did not find a suitable mate for me to marry to bear children. Besides the fact that I may be infertile or simply just not attempting to have children as I should have had I been married, I remained childless. However, it dawned on me that perhaps some would think it justice for having had so many children when in the King's shoes, and also perhaps for this thoughtless statement...maybe in a way, some may think I am getting my just desserts. If so, believe me, being childless is a blessing, regardless of what people may think.
But again, I would sound similar to the king were I to speak up and say why. But at least it does give to me exactly what the king had said, and that is freedom from others criticizing me for the way I do or do not rear my children. It dawned on me while rereading this article that perhaps in this lifetime, I am a bit too much like what the king's favorite childhood story had been, and maybe I asked for it then and am having to live it out now. All kinds of things occur to me when reading about any of the lives of the past.
I also talk aloud to myself in my apartment at times, and I know that while I do not discuss these lives except to a rare few (at discussion groups) or for some freakish reason to friends to whom I felt compelled to tell them, I do talk about it aloud at times...I wonder if maybe like in Divine Comedy I could go through a kind of spiritual dwelling place and simply retrieve myself from where I had been locked into the spiritual vaults so that I could take myself out again and remember when...a lot like putting things into a safe deposit box and occasionally going through them to see why I chose to put them there instead of here in a box in the apartment.
At any rate, because I had written a piece here that was trying to be a disclaimer, I suffered my bleeding nose problem again (always putting me in memory of Louis XIV and Genghis Khan) I received some spiritual insights and decided to no longer question it, but to accept it as having been given to me in good faith and thus for me to accept it in good faith. It is not for me to question but to just know so for Heaven's sake, I have finally learned that.
I admit that in writing and rereading things again, I think about other things like karma and all that. As such, I do not believe in karma as some do, but I believe in nature's laws, and that we all simply go forward, and like snakes that crawl out of their skins to leave them behind, and go on, so it seems that that is exactly what the soul does with each lifetime and piece of flesh that it had worn before.
Now, a friend of mine has done something on her blog that I like, so I may try to use some of my photos from my trip to France to recall where I was almost a year ago now.
I am considering this episode now. I have somewhat understood it as I saw it as a way for the king to unload, but he did so at the expense of Marie Adelaide and the Duc du Burgogne which was not kind or nice of him. While reading a story told at abovetopsecret just now in which some reaction mentions karma, I did think about this story upon rereading it again for the umpteenth time. Perhaps it does explain why in this lifetime I did not find a suitable mate for me to marry to bear children. Besides the fact that I may be infertile or simply just not attempting to have children as I should have had I been married, I remained childless. However, it dawned on me that perhaps some would think it justice for having had so many children when in the King's shoes, and also perhaps for this thoughtless statement...maybe in a way, some may think I am getting my just desserts. If so, believe me, being childless is a blessing, regardless of what people may think.
But again, I would sound similar to the king were I to speak up and say why. But at least it does give to me exactly what the king had said, and that is freedom from others criticizing me for the way I do or do not rear my children. It dawned on me while rereading this article that perhaps in this lifetime, I am a bit too much like what the king's favorite childhood story had been, and maybe I asked for it then and am having to live it out now. All kinds of things occur to me when reading about any of the lives of the past.
I also talk aloud to myself in my apartment at times, and I know that while I do not discuss these lives except to a rare few (at discussion groups) or for some freakish reason to friends to whom I felt compelled to tell them, I do talk about it aloud at times...I wonder if maybe like in Divine Comedy I could go through a kind of spiritual dwelling place and simply retrieve myself from where I had been locked into the spiritual vaults so that I could take myself out again and remember when...a lot like putting things into a safe deposit box and occasionally going through them to see why I chose to put them there instead of here in a box in the apartment.
At any rate, because I had written a piece here that was trying to be a disclaimer, I suffered my bleeding nose problem again (always putting me in memory of Louis XIV and Genghis Khan) I received some spiritual insights and decided to no longer question it, but to accept it as having been given to me in good faith and thus for me to accept it in good faith. It is not for me to question but to just know so for Heaven's sake, I have finally learned that.
I admit that in writing and rereading things again, I think about other things like karma and all that. As such, I do not believe in karma as some do, but I believe in nature's laws, and that we all simply go forward, and like snakes that crawl out of their skins to leave them behind, and go on, so it seems that that is exactly what the soul does with each lifetime and piece of flesh that it had worn before.
Now, a friend of mine has done something on her blog that I like, so I may try to use some of my photos from my trip to France to recall where I was almost a year ago now.
Friday, October 8, 2010
My recollection of Marie Adelaide
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.
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.
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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)