Yours Truly
Janet Fauble at home
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Ghosts at Disneyland
This got published too soon. Nothing like a ghost page. All blank.
So I am in the editing phase, trying to explain why I am going to post a video that was taken at Disneyland's security department. Late at night or early in the morning, one would wonder what Disneyland is really like, wouldn't one? Would anyone dare to go through the park knowing that security is watching.
Well, apparently, someone did, and it looks like that someone is a ghost. Decide for yourself when I post this video. It was published September 15, 2009 so it has been around for awhile. But it is tantalizing, making one wonder how it got on camera like this...It is easy to see, but one should look at the top of the first scene to see him emerge from the NE corner, and then proceed to walk around the park in all four of these videos. To my vision,there is a vertical line which makes him easy to follow. I am trying to figure out whether to believe this one or not.
So I am in the editing phase, trying to explain why I am going to post a video that was taken at Disneyland's security department. Late at night or early in the morning, one would wonder what Disneyland is really like, wouldn't one? Would anyone dare to go through the park knowing that security is watching.
Well, apparently, someone did, and it looks like that someone is a ghost. Decide for yourself when I post this video. It was published September 15, 2009 so it has been around for awhile. But it is tantalizing, making one wonder how it got on camera like this...It is easy to see, but one should look at the top of the first scene to see him emerge from the NE corner, and then proceed to walk around the park in all four of these videos. To my vision,there is a vertical line which makes him easy to follow. I am trying to figure out whether to believe this one or not.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Bored Panda
I just found the website entitled BoredPanda.com which has lists of interesting studies. I was led to this website due to a tweet at Twitter about 25 vintage ads which would be banned today. Believe me, these ads should be banned all right. Very amusing at times, but dreadfully full of bad advice and negative thinking in many cases. Imagine an ad teaching you to start shaving your baby as an infant...Believe it or not, there was such an ad, as well as starting them on sugary diets early so that they can be popular in school when teens, so says 7UP and Cola drinks, supported by the soda pop foundation. Incredible! But worse than anything are the ads about doctors who smoke camels and a Santa Claus smoking a Lucky Strike. The antifemale ads are the worst of all, and anyone can see that times are changing and why they are changing...What ever were men or women thinking then?
Wow! I will check out one other thing before I close the computer tonight, but I already checked out ads on condoms, and that was most revealing to me, and also the 3D murals on walls...absolutely incredible!
BoredPanda is not boring at all...
Wow! I will check out one other thing before I close the computer tonight, but I already checked out ads on condoms, and that was most revealing to me, and also the 3D murals on walls...absolutely incredible!
BoredPanda is not boring at all...
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Turning Cold Now
We are nearing the end of October, and the temps are now cold. I stayed home today, just relaxing, reading everything I can about the prospects of horses at the Breeder's Cup Races. The idea that a horse like Goldikova can win the same horse race three years in a row is as mindboggling as Zenyatta's winning a perfect record with number 20 at the Cup. (Granted, she has never carried the weight that Man O War did but she is just as unique in her record setting winning ways.) I am likening her to a cartoon in an old French book I used to use to learn French, and it was so cute it makes me think of her. It has a greyhound walking alongside a dachsund dog, and one can see that the dachsund's have a rough time competing with the greyhounds due to the length of their legs. I think that Zenyatta is the greyhound with the other horses making me think of the dachsund.
In other words, stride for stride, Zenyatta's long legs carry her further over the ground than the other horses shorter strides can carry them. So it goes. It is like basketball with 7' foot tall men competing against men who are only 6'tall.
At any rate, we all want to see a good show, whether it is Goldikova or Zenyatta, what difference does it make but that it happen and it is historical and while it won't pay much, it will enable some to win a trifecta or triple 3 or 4 who had never won it before.
I also found some new blogs today and am really impressed with the way blogs are laid out and all the gimmicks and gadgetry that can accompany them. Some are a part of this group so I am wondering how one adds music, and all the other glitzy tricks to make a blogpage really extra special.
I will eventually learn but it is slow going. I can only spend so much time a day at this stuff! Am posting a photo I took at IKEA last week. It is of a park bench but is pretty and I want it to be seen and shared with those who do spend a little time at my spot.
In other words, stride for stride, Zenyatta's long legs carry her further over the ground than the other horses shorter strides can carry them. So it goes. It is like basketball with 7' foot tall men competing against men who are only 6'tall.
At any rate, we all want to see a good show, whether it is Goldikova or Zenyatta, what difference does it make but that it happen and it is historical and while it won't pay much, it will enable some to win a trifecta or triple 3 or 4 who had never won it before.
I also found some new blogs today and am really impressed with the way blogs are laid out and all the gimmicks and gadgetry that can accompany them. Some are a part of this group so I am wondering how one adds music, and all the other glitzy tricks to make a blogpage really extra special.
I will eventually learn but it is slow going. I can only spend so much time a day at this stuff! Am posting a photo I took at IKEA last week. It is of a park bench but is pretty and I want it to be seen and shared with those who do spend a little time at my spot.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Learning to be Grateful
Happiness is one of those states of mind that few people seem to understand. Learning how to be grateful or to show gratitude is a very difficult problem for many people. Have you ever noticed how so many people are simply unable to be happy no matter what the occasion? Is it a state of mind, or is it a disease, an illness?
In truth, we all have to learn to accept ourself for who we are and not compare ourselves with others as much as we do. What has prompted me writing this is the problem that the USA is having with the rest of the world. We, in the USA, take for granted our own lifestyle, and believe that we are due it simply because we have it. The sad truth is that we do not know how other people live at all, and when we do learn of it, we quickly forget as we settle back into our own habits.
I just read a report by the Stratford Group on the Mexican drug cartels, gangs, and murders that are taking place along the border. The famous Falcon Lake murder was covered up and it is believed that a member of the Zeta gang did the murder without permission. So his gang is all upset about this as this has brought the power of the US government down upon the Mexicans to clean up their act as soon as possible. The lead investigator of this case had been murdered, decapitated,and his head sent to the authorities.
Americans are tired of drug cartels and weak Mexicans who cannot provide for themselves in Mexico and who smuggle weaker Mexicans and other central Americans who wish to have a better lifestyle for themselves than they have in Mexico across the border.
Because of the value of the peso to the dollar, the dollar is far richer than the peso, the Mexicans long to get American dollars to spend in Mexico.
Americans do not understand the kind of poverty in which the Mexicans live that drugs are the only means to a rich income that causes them to not just lie, cheat, and steal but to kill brutally law enforcement agents who are acting to help protect Americans from even themselves.
This is a very sad story for both sides of the border. I wonder at how it is that a Mexican can find happiness, gratitude, and joy in a nation which cannot help him to provide for himself. I also wonder at why so many Americans are likewise so unhappy and ungrateful for their largesse and bounty when obviously being so better off than these unhappy neighbors, the Mexicans.
So what is happiness to an American? to a Mexican?
It all depends upon whom you ask, I finally believe. Is happiness related to wealth? ease? comfort? Is misery and unhappiness related only to poverty? Deprivation?
Is it a state of mind? A disease? An illness?
In truth, we all have to learn to accept ourself for who we are and not compare ourselves with others as much as we do. What has prompted me writing this is the problem that the USA is having with the rest of the world. We, in the USA, take for granted our own lifestyle, and believe that we are due it simply because we have it. The sad truth is that we do not know how other people live at all, and when we do learn of it, we quickly forget as we settle back into our own habits.
I just read a report by the Stratford Group on the Mexican drug cartels, gangs, and murders that are taking place along the border. The famous Falcon Lake murder was covered up and it is believed that a member of the Zeta gang did the murder without permission. So his gang is all upset about this as this has brought the power of the US government down upon the Mexicans to clean up their act as soon as possible. The lead investigator of this case had been murdered, decapitated,and his head sent to the authorities.
Americans are tired of drug cartels and weak Mexicans who cannot provide for themselves in Mexico and who smuggle weaker Mexicans and other central Americans who wish to have a better lifestyle for themselves than they have in Mexico across the border.
Because of the value of the peso to the dollar, the dollar is far richer than the peso, the Mexicans long to get American dollars to spend in Mexico.
Americans do not understand the kind of poverty in which the Mexicans live that drugs are the only means to a rich income that causes them to not just lie, cheat, and steal but to kill brutally law enforcement agents who are acting to help protect Americans from even themselves.
This is a very sad story for both sides of the border. I wonder at how it is that a Mexican can find happiness, gratitude, and joy in a nation which cannot help him to provide for himself. I also wonder at why so many Americans are likewise so unhappy and ungrateful for their largesse and bounty when obviously being so better off than these unhappy neighbors, the Mexicans.
So what is happiness to an American? to a Mexican?
It all depends upon whom you ask, I finally believe. Is happiness related to wealth? ease? comfort? Is misery and unhappiness related only to poverty? Deprivation?
Is it a state of mind? A disease? An illness?
Zenyatta #1 Horse of the Year
Everyone is talking about Zenyatta, the wonder horse of the season. She is just absolutely astounding. I have placed a couple of photo blogs here on Uncle Mo and Man O War I believe from a woman whose name is Barbara Livingston, a photographer and writer for the Daily Racing Form.
Someone wryly suggested that people write poetry about Zenyatta rather than always exclaiming about her so much.
Dancing Zenyatta
To the wonder of all,
Zenyatta dances with the stars,
extending one foot to the right,
the other to the left,
Leads them on,
Swaying to and fro,
Head held high,
shoulders erect,
Gliding to the gate
All prepared to go,
ears pricked,
nostrils cleared,
eyes focused,
tail steady,
quiet and still,
standing alert,
waiting for the gate
to open,
she steadies her rider
and forward she bursts
to display her
dancing grace and style,
as she leads all
to the winner's circle
where she takes her final bow.
She wears the blanket of flowers,
has her picture made,
and those famous hooves
take her to the barn again.
She is the leader
she has won her perfect ten
for she is the Dancing Star,
So says judge Len!
Someone wryly suggested that people write poetry about Zenyatta rather than always exclaiming about her so much.
Dancing Zenyatta
To the wonder of all,
Zenyatta dances with the stars,
extending one foot to the right,
the other to the left,
Leads them on,
Swaying to and fro,
Head held high,
shoulders erect,
Gliding to the gate
All prepared to go,
ears pricked,
nostrils cleared,
eyes focused,
tail steady,
quiet and still,
standing alert,
waiting for the gate
to open,
she steadies her rider
and forward she bursts
to display her
dancing grace and style,
as she leads all
to the winner's circle
where she takes her final bow.
She wears the blanket of flowers,
has her picture made,
and those famous hooves
take her to the barn again.
She is the leader
she has won her perfect ten
for she is the Dancing Star,
So says judge Len!
The Great Genghis Khan
For miles, all one could see is barren land, stretching into long distances. Soft breezes caused tufts of grass to move, chunks of weeds swayed gently. A cloud of dust swirled in the distance, loud whoops broke the silence of the plains as out of the distance a massive horde of riders thundered across the grassy plateau. Clomps of dirt flew into the air as hundreds of horses carrying wiry, lean, dark tanned men pounded their hooves into the ground. Intent upon their journey, the men leaned forward, pressing their legs against the sides of the horses, urging them to drive faster, faster. The sounds of hooves beating against the ground, the cries of the men whooping bellowed throughout the land...only a small rabbit scurried away in time to keep from being trodden into the dirt.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Getting Ready for the Breeders Cup
I posted several Man O War videos on this blogspot because I happen to love this horse, and felt I should make a place for him here. I have been reading blogs all day long preparing for the upcoming Breeders Cup races which will be held November 5 and 6 at Churchill Downs in Kentucky.
Zenyatta is the super horse for this generation. I remember when Secretariat raced and I followed that horse as he attempted to win the Triple Crown, the jewel of racing for 3 year olds.
The Breeder's Cup is a race for all the top winning horses to come together to find out which one on that given day has what it takes to make its owner super rich.
Man O War was famous in 1919 and 1920, some twenty years before I was born. My dad was 4 years old and my mother was born in 1920 so she was just an infant when he was so famous. I had read his story some time ago and came to realize that he is one of the most special horses in history for racing, and I absolutely came to adore him. He has a statue at the Las Vegas Hilton in Las Vegas in the rear of the building at the sports entrance. That was how I came to really learn of him as I had often entered that door to try racing there. So when I finally learned of his history, I had to thank the Hilton for honoring him there.
Goldikova is a filly hoping to win a Breeders Cup race for the third year in a row, and she is considered the most likely to do it. Fillies will race on Friday and the boys race on Saturday.
I am hoping to play a pick six on both days if I can figure out the program in advance.
All racing is risk and chance, but supposedly there are some pretty safe bets that a given horse has not yet found another horse who is quite as capable as that one to win a given race, so we are hoping that holds true for the Big Classic race which will see Zenyatta trying to win it back to back as she won it last year.
Big Red, which is what Man O War had been called, had won 20 out of 21 races. Zenyatta is undefeated in 19 out of 19 and her twentieth is supposed to be her final race before retiring also.
Man O War was clearly and remains clearly probably the best horse to ever run in racing history, considering the kind of racing that he had to perform, as he carried weights which were excessive: 130 lbs. That is absolutely horrendous to my thinking.
Each and every horse has its own story to tell, but none caught the public's fancy quite so much as Man O War and those who learn his story soon realize his true worth at the time to not only the sport and the public, but to the future of horse racing as well.
Mankind's most peculiar trait it seems is to always want the spectacular, the bizarre, the unusual.
So it is only as certain as taxes and death that someone somewhere will try to match or top a record! This is the year for Zenyatta to prove herself. She is our generation's current superhorse!
Zenyatta is the super horse for this generation. I remember when Secretariat raced and I followed that horse as he attempted to win the Triple Crown, the jewel of racing for 3 year olds.
The Breeder's Cup is a race for all the top winning horses to come together to find out which one on that given day has what it takes to make its owner super rich.
Man O War was famous in 1919 and 1920, some twenty years before I was born. My dad was 4 years old and my mother was born in 1920 so she was just an infant when he was so famous. I had read his story some time ago and came to realize that he is one of the most special horses in history for racing, and I absolutely came to adore him. He has a statue at the Las Vegas Hilton in Las Vegas in the rear of the building at the sports entrance. That was how I came to really learn of him as I had often entered that door to try racing there. So when I finally learned of his history, I had to thank the Hilton for honoring him there.
Goldikova is a filly hoping to win a Breeders Cup race for the third year in a row, and she is considered the most likely to do it. Fillies will race on Friday and the boys race on Saturday.
I am hoping to play a pick six on both days if I can figure out the program in advance.
All racing is risk and chance, but supposedly there are some pretty safe bets that a given horse has not yet found another horse who is quite as capable as that one to win a given race, so we are hoping that holds true for the Big Classic race which will see Zenyatta trying to win it back to back as she won it last year.
Big Red, which is what Man O War had been called, had won 20 out of 21 races. Zenyatta is undefeated in 19 out of 19 and her twentieth is supposed to be her final race before retiring also.
Man O War was clearly and remains clearly probably the best horse to ever run in racing history, considering the kind of racing that he had to perform, as he carried weights which were excessive: 130 lbs. That is absolutely horrendous to my thinking.
Each and every horse has its own story to tell, but none caught the public's fancy quite so much as Man O War and those who learn his story soon realize his true worth at the time to not only the sport and the public, but to the future of horse racing as well.
Mankind's most peculiar trait it seems is to always want the spectacular, the bizarre, the unusual.
So it is only as certain as taxes and death that someone somewhere will try to match or top a record! This is the year for Zenyatta to prove herself. She is our generation's current superhorse!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
UFO's and Angels
Drat! This video was posted at abovetopsecret so I went to youtube to post it here. The two videos appear to be the same but this one has closeups that are much more sharply defined than the one I saw at ATS.
I am wondering if these are gaseous materials and that something material could not simply fly through them as airplanes do clouds. They resemble angelic shapes at times to me. Also notable is the triangular formation which the three major lights show but there appears to be a fourth or more probably one reappeared after having left going to the right in the video. While this takes only 9 minutes the original took 12 minutes to film.
For anything to stay around that long while being filmed is most unusual from my point of view. But who is to say? One can see that the camera is actually situated way back, and the objects are some distance away so that the zoom aspect is very impressive to me.
Well, I am wondering how many more of these will show up again and again and when any one of us will see it and maybe even film it too.
I am wondering if these are gaseous materials and that something material could not simply fly through them as airplanes do clouds. They resemble angelic shapes at times to me. Also notable is the triangular formation which the three major lights show but there appears to be a fourth or more probably one reappeared after having left going to the right in the video. While this takes only 9 minutes the original took 12 minutes to film.
For anything to stay around that long while being filmed is most unusual from my point of view. But who is to say? One can see that the camera is actually situated way back, and the objects are some distance away so that the zoom aspect is very impressive to me.
Well, I am wondering how many more of these will show up again and again and when any one of us will see it and maybe even film it too.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
The Movie Secretariat
I remember when Secretariat ran his races in 1973. I had just returned to Michigan from a long stint in Southern California, and some parts of it I have forgotten, conveniently or whatever. But Secretariat clearly captured the imagination then, and I can never forget those days of being so interested in a racehorse.
I just saw the movie which is probably more about the family who owned the horse than the horse itself, which in itself is a surprise. I read a story at Twitter about Ron Turcotte and the jockey who portrayed him in the film which intrigued me, so I decided to jot a few notes about it here.
I just put on this blog the two videos that the Greek composer has about Alexander the Great, one which is the orchestra which features the composer at the end of the film, and the other, a video explaining Alexander away to people who do not know anything about him with the same composer's music in the background. That is the one to which I referred that the video was not so great as I found it to be a bit short in substance but I appreciate the effort to publicize Alexander for all its worth.
I had no idea that there was so much idolatry about Alexander until I began to study him. Lord, he has more fans than Secretariat had had. And Secretariat no doubt is a superspecial horse, probably never likely to have another 3 year old horse capable of achieving the same kind of feat that Secretariat had done...the Belmont proved that to all who followed him.
The movie is intended to show the strength and power of a woman who has a mind of her own and a determination to live up to her father's belief in her and himself. It is a good film for that reason, no matter whether concocted or for real. One can never know. If anything, I would imagine that Penny was a lot stronger in person than the portrayal that Diane Lane gave of her. But Diane did a good job but was a bit too light handed in an industry where women when up against men must show real strong shoulders and backbone...Penny has earned my admiration, thanks to the film.
I do not know that the soundtrack of Secretariat is memorable or not...the story does seem to overpower the music, but I will be sure to check it out now that I have posted these videos of a real Greek composing a score for Alexander. It is rather stirring, isn't it?
I just saw the movie which is probably more about the family who owned the horse than the horse itself, which in itself is a surprise. I read a story at Twitter about Ron Turcotte and the jockey who portrayed him in the film which intrigued me, so I decided to jot a few notes about it here.
I just put on this blog the two videos that the Greek composer has about Alexander the Great, one which is the orchestra which features the composer at the end of the film, and the other, a video explaining Alexander away to people who do not know anything about him with the same composer's music in the background. That is the one to which I referred that the video was not so great as I found it to be a bit short in substance but I appreciate the effort to publicize Alexander for all its worth.
I had no idea that there was so much idolatry about Alexander until I began to study him. Lord, he has more fans than Secretariat had had. And Secretariat no doubt is a superspecial horse, probably never likely to have another 3 year old horse capable of achieving the same kind of feat that Secretariat had done...the Belmont proved that to all who followed him.
The movie is intended to show the strength and power of a woman who has a mind of her own and a determination to live up to her father's belief in her and himself. It is a good film for that reason, no matter whether concocted or for real. One can never know. If anything, I would imagine that Penny was a lot stronger in person than the portrayal that Diane Lane gave of her. But Diane did a good job but was a bit too light handed in an industry where women when up against men must show real strong shoulders and backbone...Penny has earned my admiration, thanks to the film.
I do not know that the soundtrack of Secretariat is memorable or not...the story does seem to overpower the music, but I will be sure to check it out now that I have posted these videos of a real Greek composing a score for Alexander. It is rather stirring, isn't it?
Monday, October 18, 2010
A Dream Come True
If I can make this one happen, I will finally achieve another dream. Today I just received a brochure from the AIA about a forthcoming trip to the Persian Empire, Iran, where I could visit many sites there that I have wanted to see for a very long time.
I am so excited about it that I have to check it out to learn all about it but it is a trip through sites in Iran that I have wanted to see for some long time. This would be a wonderful opportunity for me to make this dream come true. I will post more about this after I learn of the feasbility of my making this trip this coming Spring.
For the time being, it gives me another incentive to win big at the Breeder's Cup so I am taking the next two to three weeks to study the horses that will be running so that I can make the best betting strategy for winning some major big money. The trip to Iran will cost $8,000 plus airfare so I have to be thinking Bigtime at the Races.
May will be here before you know it, and as this is my first post about this potentially dream come true for me, I will be able to say more after the Breeder's Cup Races have come and gone.
Crossing my fingers. Just had to post it. Plus adding a musicale piece about Alexander that Maria Dellaporte posted at the Alexander the Great blogspot.
It will follow this if I find it at youtube. The music is by a Greek composer. The video is not quite as good as I would like but it is for the sharing of the music. I will try to add a video of Persepolis also if I can find a suitable one..Marking my days by posts and videos.
I am so excited about it that I have to check it out to learn all about it but it is a trip through sites in Iran that I have wanted to see for some long time. This would be a wonderful opportunity for me to make this dream come true. I will post more about this after I learn of the feasbility of my making this trip this coming Spring.
For the time being, it gives me another incentive to win big at the Breeder's Cup so I am taking the next two to three weeks to study the horses that will be running so that I can make the best betting strategy for winning some major big money. The trip to Iran will cost $8,000 plus airfare so I have to be thinking Bigtime at the Races.
May will be here before you know it, and as this is my first post about this potentially dream come true for me, I will be able to say more after the Breeder's Cup Races have come and gone.
Crossing my fingers. Just had to post it. Plus adding a musicale piece about Alexander that Maria Dellaporte posted at the Alexander the Great blogspot.
It will follow this if I find it at youtube. The music is by a Greek composer. The video is not quite as good as I would like but it is for the sharing of the music. I will try to add a video of Persepolis also if I can find a suitable one..Marking my days by posts and videos.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Home
After a day's outing there is no place like home, and while that sounds like a tired old refrain, it is certainly probably more true than anything one can imagine. Twice in the past week, I have felt so glad just simply to get in the door and be back home again where I can just relax, be myself, and take it easy. I don't know how I will be able to travel any longer since just short hops wear me out and make me so happy to be back in my own place once more. It is the surest sign of growing old of anything, that is for sure. Just wanting to do nothing but be at home means you have finally arrived at old age.
Age is something we fight, and I do not know why we do. None of us wants to stay young forever, and to be honest, I do not think that there is a time when you really admit to finally reaching that stage of life which means that you are an elder, but I have finally reached it. Finally, my brain and mind is giving into my body's warnings, and I am at last truly old, ancient, elderly, and am admitting it. Whee...it is a sad thing to wake up to realize that the body wins in the end. We cannot beat it. Nature is such that the body rules.
I have to admit I will not ever fulfill all my fantasies and dreams, but enough good things have happened to me to make me feel very well rewarded indeed. I have finally come to grips with the truly important things in life, and I am happy for that.
Everyday there is a good event and a bad event...no doubt about it...I drop things all the time as my hands for some reason just can't hold onto things any longer like they used to do. All signs of the aging process. I wonder what each day will bring, and I suppose I will have to comment now and then..but this time, it is the little nest that we make for ourselves that we call home that is so important to me. Now I have to start ridding myself of belongings and call the past history and let it all fade away...No more momentos of yesteryear...Have to start thinning things out now.
Age is something we fight, and I do not know why we do. None of us wants to stay young forever, and to be honest, I do not think that there is a time when you really admit to finally reaching that stage of life which means that you are an elder, but I have finally reached it. Finally, my brain and mind is giving into my body's warnings, and I am at last truly old, ancient, elderly, and am admitting it. Whee...it is a sad thing to wake up to realize that the body wins in the end. We cannot beat it. Nature is such that the body rules.
I have to admit I will not ever fulfill all my fantasies and dreams, but enough good things have happened to me to make me feel very well rewarded indeed. I have finally come to grips with the truly important things in life, and I am happy for that.
Everyday there is a good event and a bad event...no doubt about it...I drop things all the time as my hands for some reason just can't hold onto things any longer like they used to do. All signs of the aging process. I wonder what each day will bring, and I suppose I will have to comment now and then..but this time, it is the little nest that we make for ourselves that we call home that is so important to me. Now I have to start ridding myself of belongings and call the past history and let it all fade away...No more momentos of yesteryear...Have to start thinning things out now.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Previous post/youtube video
The webcam has caught a flash of light which reminds me of the object that I saw while walking through the parking lot. The distance from the object is what will determine the size of it. As we have fireworks from Gainey Ranch Hyatt Hotel, it would be considered to Paradise Valley area than the Ranch in terms of size. It was probably half the size of the firework displays when fully lit up in the sky.
This webcam video makes me think of it again as it shone so brightly as do these lights. I wonder at why they are so brightly lit at night!
This webcam video makes me think of it again as it shone so brightly as do these lights. I wonder at why they are so brightly lit at night!
UFO's on October 13, 2010
Twitter was all abuzz with posts about ufo's flying over NYC on October 13, 2010. This had been promised as an event by some man name of Fulham who is apparently in contact with the entities aboard these ufo craft.
AboveTopSecret.com and ExtraordinaryIntelligence.com both have threads regarding these experiences. There are some exceptionally good photos made of these aircraft at abovetopsecret.com today. One in Ohio is a photo that if magnified to 400 level one can see clearly the outline of this object in the sky.
I saw a large white light shaped like a ball that suddenly appeared in the western sky while walking through the parking lot at my apartment. I looked up to see this white light that was huge in size appear to descend straight due West, and appear to break up in particles as it went down...whether those particles were a tail or trail of lights behind it I do not know but I could see the huge ball fall westward, and be followed by a trail of lights behind it...atmospheric breaking up of lights I would imagine, but I do not know. I wondered about it and until it was mentioned at abovetopsecret in a post I had forgotten it. I did not know what to make of it and won't conjecture but it was not an airplane. I have seen many of those so that when I say another one flying south to go to the airport I remembered the huge ball like object that went due West.
There are a lot of debunkers at abovetopsecret. There were many sightings in NYC that are seen on webcams and a few photos that are on flikr. One can see that the people watching this display that was in the sky were on the ball after all, as the webcam shows clearly movements similar to those seen by some kids in Texas who also shot video of objects that were blue in color and changed back to white. In Anaheim, California, a blue light object was seen clearly and one can only wonder at why on earth anyone would spend money on hoaxes of any kind when in a near recession or depression.
So I think the debunkers are not using common sense at all, and are being too stupid for words. Nobody is going to go to the effort to do a light show over NYC unless it would be someone like Donald Trump, or some other rich guy who has money to burn.
I don't claim that the object I saw is an extraterrestrial. It was a light, huge in size, and very bright...I wonder what it was. I was not quick enough with a camera to catch it but I remember it, and I don't make up stuff for anyone's pleasure in scoffing or marveling.
I believe that we are being visited and that it is still wise to keep your eyes on the skies with cameras ready. But believe it or not,they can be so fast as to disappear before you can get the camera turned on...
But be watchful.
AboveTopSecret.com and ExtraordinaryIntelligence.com both have threads regarding these experiences. There are some exceptionally good photos made of these aircraft at abovetopsecret.com today. One in Ohio is a photo that if magnified to 400 level one can see clearly the outline of this object in the sky.
I saw a large white light shaped like a ball that suddenly appeared in the western sky while walking through the parking lot at my apartment. I looked up to see this white light that was huge in size appear to descend straight due West, and appear to break up in particles as it went down...whether those particles were a tail or trail of lights behind it I do not know but I could see the huge ball fall westward, and be followed by a trail of lights behind it...atmospheric breaking up of lights I would imagine, but I do not know. I wondered about it and until it was mentioned at abovetopsecret in a post I had forgotten it. I did not know what to make of it and won't conjecture but it was not an airplane. I have seen many of those so that when I say another one flying south to go to the airport I remembered the huge ball like object that went due West.
There are a lot of debunkers at abovetopsecret. There were many sightings in NYC that are seen on webcams and a few photos that are on flikr. One can see that the people watching this display that was in the sky were on the ball after all, as the webcam shows clearly movements similar to those seen by some kids in Texas who also shot video of objects that were blue in color and changed back to white. In Anaheim, California, a blue light object was seen clearly and one can only wonder at why on earth anyone would spend money on hoaxes of any kind when in a near recession or depression.
So I think the debunkers are not using common sense at all, and are being too stupid for words. Nobody is going to go to the effort to do a light show over NYC unless it would be someone like Donald Trump, or some other rich guy who has money to burn.
I don't claim that the object I saw is an extraterrestrial. It was a light, huge in size, and very bright...I wonder what it was. I was not quick enough with a camera to catch it but I remember it, and I don't make up stuff for anyone's pleasure in scoffing or marveling.
I believe that we are being visited and that it is still wise to keep your eyes on the skies with cameras ready. But believe it or not,they can be so fast as to disappear before you can get the camera turned on...
But be watchful.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Paris, France remembered
It will be nearly a year soon that I visited Paris for the first time. I had a dream this morning that was very strange. For some reason I was in Paris and we were planning to go to the Eiffel Tower. This dream is just that a dream as it was with my mother. It went from strange to stranger still, as eventually we ended up in some building looking through windows down onto some inner garden way. In the process I had my computer stolen, some other things taken, and as I was very concerned about all my data, how I would get it all replaced, wanted all these things returned to me, I woke up, thinking this is a dream, your computer is here, nothing is lost, and came back to reality.
The reality is that if I never get another chance at least I made the most of this one time I had the chance and went to see the place that I had been studying for some ten years or so and finally put to rest all my questions about whether my memories were valid or not. I had known before I went that they would have to be,but there is nothing like seeing it in a vision, and seeing it in person for real after 300 years have passed.
One thing I can never overemphasize is that when one has had the experiences that I have had, one believes totally and completely in the same way that one believes that one can sit at a computer, write this down, and someone somewhere in the world can read it with ease if one has a computer and the link to this site.
In truth, seeing pictues on television sets is as unlikely to believe as seeing visions of the past in memory sessions when one is in a state of sleep. Both work. How? Frankly, I could not explain either. They just do.
At first, when I saw the Eiffel Tower I did see it the way people who first saw it, as ugly and monstrous. It does grow on one. But at first, it is not beautiful at all. It is almost grotesquely ugly. It is a true ugly duckling if ever there is one. It is oddly shaped. It is made out of girders that are unattractive, but gradually, as one sees it day after day it begins to somehow or other become almost attractive until finally when seen after dark all lit up, it becomes even a beautiful sight to behold.
I ended up liking it a lot. It is huge. It is gangly. It is awkward. It is anything but pretty. But its constancy does make you find it appealing. And there are moments when it is beautiful.
The reality is that if I never get another chance at least I made the most of this one time I had the chance and went to see the place that I had been studying for some ten years or so and finally put to rest all my questions about whether my memories were valid or not. I had known before I went that they would have to be,but there is nothing like seeing it in a vision, and seeing it in person for real after 300 years have passed.
One thing I can never overemphasize is that when one has had the experiences that I have had, one believes totally and completely in the same way that one believes that one can sit at a computer, write this down, and someone somewhere in the world can read it with ease if one has a computer and the link to this site.
In truth, seeing pictues on television sets is as unlikely to believe as seeing visions of the past in memory sessions when one is in a state of sleep. Both work. How? Frankly, I could not explain either. They just do.
At first, when I saw the Eiffel Tower I did see it the way people who first saw it, as ugly and monstrous. It does grow on one. But at first, it is not beautiful at all. It is almost grotesquely ugly. It is a true ugly duckling if ever there is one. It is oddly shaped. It is made out of girders that are unattractive, but gradually, as one sees it day after day it begins to somehow or other become almost attractive until finally when seen after dark all lit up, it becomes even a beautiful sight to behold.
I ended up liking it a lot. It is huge. It is gangly. It is awkward. It is anything but pretty. But its constancy does make you find it appealing. And there are moments when it is beautiful.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Significance of Marie Adelaide
The importance of the young Italian princess whose father was so politically astute at the time she was selected to announce that he was now French is worth a comment.
Of all the people of the court who Saint-Simon seems to like it would be Marie Adelaide. She was called a little monkey. She was warm, funny, childish, and playful. She brought great joy and happiness to everyone who came to make her acquaintance.
When she realized that she would someday be the Queen of France, she went a little mad at the prospect, and danced in merriment and glee. She would probably have made a great and popular queen had she ever been able to fulfill that role. She appears to have been so well-liked by all who come to know her.
She did party all the time, as she went to Paris, to the opera, to dances, having pushed herself into a life of frivolity and pleasure. Her husband was trained and taught to be a serious minded, responsible, and rather austere religiously minded young man. He did not fare well in the military and was a disappointment in that respect, but his wife prayed for his safety all the while. When being prepared for his role as future king upon the death of his father, he took his studies seriously and proved to be fully responsible in assuming the role of dauphin.
He loved his wife wholly and faithfully, truly more than would be expected in that court, and everyone noted it. They were a beloved pair.
It is sad to know that when she knew she was to die, she asked him who he would marry after her death, and he told her, nobody, as he was going to follow soon after her. He did keep his promise as he caught the measles that had killed her and in turn, a few weeks later, died also.
A son survived because a guardian took him away from the snares of the physician who everyone suspected was the real cause of the death of so many at one time...Wisely, she turned out to be right and the child survived to become Louis XV, who just as his grandfather had died before him, died of smallpox also.
Louis XIV had developed an immunity to it when a child. It is interesting to me to note that both Louis XIV and George Washington both had contracted smallpox when young but survived and maintained an immunity due to it. Both had pock marks on their faces, and both remained unsusceptible to its strain years later when it made its way through the populations of each again.
I had a small pox shot as a child that did not leave a depressed mark but has a freckle to show where it had been given.
Smallpox has always been a frightful disease, and when I was young, everyone received vaccinations against it.
The sorrow of the French monarchy is that it is now a memory of the past. The joy of it to me is that I have discovered it, and have benefited from this time period in many ways. Marie Adelaide has a special place in my heart since she is one of my memories that I have enjoyed, and I understand well why the king loves her so. She reminds me a lot of one of my cousins in Ohio. That cousin is alive and well today and knows nothing of these memories and studies that I have made. I just recognized something that makes me think of each in the same light.
Another cousin makes me think of Louis XIV's son, the Dauphin, a lot. I seldom ever mention this either as that cousin is also alive and well. There are definite similarities but it is best to keep these to myself.
I have always seen my own mother as being a combination of three people in the King's family: his mother, Anne of Austria, Madame deMontespan, and Madame de Maintenon, and Liselotte also So actually, four people. She is the one person with whom I did share this information while she was alive. I have always seen the similarity between my dad in some of the statements that Liselotte made about Monsieur, her husband. I have a friend who believes that he had been Monsieur. I don't argue with anyone about beliefs and who is who. I just see that people do often have characteristics that are similar to others.
Oddly, that friend's name has always been a puzzle to me...but I cannot explain why on a blog which may get into the wrong hands.I will just say that his last name is a match to a famous editor in my hometown.
Of all the people of the court who Saint-Simon seems to like it would be Marie Adelaide. She was called a little monkey. She was warm, funny, childish, and playful. She brought great joy and happiness to everyone who came to make her acquaintance.
When she realized that she would someday be the Queen of France, she went a little mad at the prospect, and danced in merriment and glee. She would probably have made a great and popular queen had she ever been able to fulfill that role. She appears to have been so well-liked by all who come to know her.
She did party all the time, as she went to Paris, to the opera, to dances, having pushed herself into a life of frivolity and pleasure. Her husband was trained and taught to be a serious minded, responsible, and rather austere religiously minded young man. He did not fare well in the military and was a disappointment in that respect, but his wife prayed for his safety all the while. When being prepared for his role as future king upon the death of his father, he took his studies seriously and proved to be fully responsible in assuming the role of dauphin.
He loved his wife wholly and faithfully, truly more than would be expected in that court, and everyone noted it. They were a beloved pair.
It is sad to know that when she knew she was to die, she asked him who he would marry after her death, and he told her, nobody, as he was going to follow soon after her. He did keep his promise as he caught the measles that had killed her and in turn, a few weeks later, died also.
A son survived because a guardian took him away from the snares of the physician who everyone suspected was the real cause of the death of so many at one time...Wisely, she turned out to be right and the child survived to become Louis XV, who just as his grandfather had died before him, died of smallpox also.
Louis XIV had developed an immunity to it when a child. It is interesting to me to note that both Louis XIV and George Washington both had contracted smallpox when young but survived and maintained an immunity due to it. Both had pock marks on their faces, and both remained unsusceptible to its strain years later when it made its way through the populations of each again.
I had a small pox shot as a child that did not leave a depressed mark but has a freckle to show where it had been given.
Smallpox has always been a frightful disease, and when I was young, everyone received vaccinations against it.
The sorrow of the French monarchy is that it is now a memory of the past. The joy of it to me is that I have discovered it, and have benefited from this time period in many ways. Marie Adelaide has a special place in my heart since she is one of my memories that I have enjoyed, and I understand well why the king loves her so. She reminds me a lot of one of my cousins in Ohio. That cousin is alive and well today and knows nothing of these memories and studies that I have made. I just recognized something that makes me think of each in the same light.
Another cousin makes me think of Louis XIV's son, the Dauphin, a lot. I seldom ever mention this either as that cousin is also alive and well. There are definite similarities but it is best to keep these to myself.
I have always seen my own mother as being a combination of three people in the King's family: his mother, Anne of Austria, Madame deMontespan, and Madame de Maintenon, and Liselotte also So actually, four people. She is the one person with whom I did share this information while she was alive. I have always seen the similarity between my dad in some of the statements that Liselotte made about Monsieur, her husband. I have a friend who believes that he had been Monsieur. I don't argue with anyone about beliefs and who is who. I just see that people do often have characteristics that are similar to others.
Oddly, that friend's name has always been a puzzle to me...but I cannot explain why on a blog which may get into the wrong hands.I will just say that his last name is a match to a famous editor in my hometown.
Conclusion of Marie Adelaide by Joseph Barry
I am simply going to sum up the final pages of Barry's article by saying that the Duc du Burgogne and Duchess Marie Adelaide did give birth to Louis XV who did succeed Louis XIV to the throne. Marie Adelaide came down with an illness, a case of the measles, and did not survive the disease. She was bled from the foot, had been forewarned of her own death by an astrologer, and so accepted it. Her husband soon followed her, after having succeeded his father to be prepared for the crown. His father had died earlier when looking in on a subject who had suffered the smallpox so that he caught it. Louis XIV suffered many personal losses from his family, and many believed that the doctors were responsible. So much so that a family member took the young Louis XV into her custody so that he would be able to survive the medicinal aids that the physician Fagon had supplied to those who had succumbed to death. Joseph Barry's description of Marie Adelaide's importance to the King and the mood of the chateau du Versailles is based upon Saint-Simon's comments in his journal.
These are Saint-Simon's words:
With her death, all joy vanished, all pleasures, entertainments, and delights were overcast and darkness covered the face of the Court. She was its light and life. She was everywhere at once, she was its center, her presence permeated its inner life, and if, after her death, if the Court continued to subsist, it merely lingered on. No princess was ever so sincerely mourned, none was ever more worth regretting. Indeed, mourning for her has never ceased, a secret, involuntary sadness has remained, a terrible emptiness that never can be filled."
Nor was it ever filled for the King. With her death, twilight became night, the war ended in compromise and exhaustion, and he prepared for his own death in the year that followed.
Note about author: Joseph Barry went to France with Patton's Third Army, and, with one brief interlude, he has lived and written there ever since. Mr Barry's latest book is The People of Paris, which was published last fall by Doubleday & Company, Inc.
These are Saint-Simon's words:
With her death, all joy vanished, all pleasures, entertainments, and delights were overcast and darkness covered the face of the Court. She was its light and life. She was everywhere at once, she was its center, her presence permeated its inner life, and if, after her death, if the Court continued to subsist, it merely lingered on. No princess was ever so sincerely mourned, none was ever more worth regretting. Indeed, mourning for her has never ceased, a secret, involuntary sadness has remained, a terrible emptiness that never can be filled."
Nor was it ever filled for the King. With her death, twilight became night, the war ended in compromise and exhaustion, and he prepared for his own death in the year that followed.
Note about author: Joseph Barry went to France with Patton's Third Army, and, with one brief interlude, he has lived and written there ever since. Mr Barry's latest book is The People of Paris, which was published last fall by Doubleday & Company, Inc.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Anniversaries of Battles
I just took a hop over to England to read a bit of Pothos tonight and learned that October 1 is supposed to be an anniversary date for the Battle of Gaugemela.
The battle of Gaugemela is the third battle between King Darius and Alexander where Alexander slept in late so that Parmenio had to wake him up.
This is the battle where King Darius used chariots with scythes in the wheels to cut down the horses and soldiers who would come in contact with them. It is a gruesome sight as written by some ancient authors.
A previous battle was the Battle of Granicus, the first battle where Alexander had engaged King Darius in battle. This one I had recalled in memory as well as Issus. I do not recall anything about Gaugemela but Alexander's helmet which I saw closeup and personal. It was specially made for him and I did see that image in a memory session. I know that it was covered with reliefs pertaining to previous times, and that it shone like a mirror since it was so highly polished. That would blind anyone attempting to look at Alexander. It was used defensively.
Being the general that uses caution in all his methods, Alexander had already scouted this area well. He knew about the chariots with the scythes and had prepared his army to deal with it.
A previous battle with King Darius had been at Granicus. It was at that battle that Alexander had had his helmet sheared, and where Kleitos saved his life by cutting off the arm of the soldier who was bearing down to kill Alexander. At this point in a story by Homer, one of the Greek gods assisted Alexander and Kleitos by placing Kleitos (his bodyguard) at his rear. Alexander did attribute his success story to the gods and goddeses to whom he made sacrifices. It is probably due to the shearing of the helmet at Granicus that a specially made helmet is prepared for this battle at Gaugemela. It was topped with pretty white plumes that waved in the air.
But the importance of Granicus to me is the horse's hooves. Alexander and his troops had to cross a portion of a river, and I recall vividly that the horses's hooves are crucial in winning battles. A horse dare not step on stones in the riverbed that would cripple him.
I do not know how many blacksmiths that Alexander carried in his army, but it is a fair bet that there were many who were responsible for the wellbeing and care of the horses.
At any rate, the time of the actual battle of Gaugemela is in dispute. Calendars are not very reliable in terms of the number of times there have been calendar changes.
Since preparedness for battle is the important thing, it is interesting to conjecture at how many drills were experienced before the actual battle itself. Teamwork of this kind can only be successful with co-ordination that had to be practiced.
Imagine the excitement of the night before the battle. While Alexander prepares himself, with sacrifices and devotions, has his armament laid out, ready for him to put on the next day, the military had to have had enormous sense of anticipation and wonder at what the next day would be like. Amazing to think that Alexander is so relaxed and confident that he overslept and made Parmenio nervous for him.
Just another day's work...
The battle of Gaugemela is the third battle between King Darius and Alexander where Alexander slept in late so that Parmenio had to wake him up.
This is the battle where King Darius used chariots with scythes in the wheels to cut down the horses and soldiers who would come in contact with them. It is a gruesome sight as written by some ancient authors.
A previous battle was the Battle of Granicus, the first battle where Alexander had engaged King Darius in battle. This one I had recalled in memory as well as Issus. I do not recall anything about Gaugemela but Alexander's helmet which I saw closeup and personal. It was specially made for him and I did see that image in a memory session. I know that it was covered with reliefs pertaining to previous times, and that it shone like a mirror since it was so highly polished. That would blind anyone attempting to look at Alexander. It was used defensively.
Being the general that uses caution in all his methods, Alexander had already scouted this area well. He knew about the chariots with the scythes and had prepared his army to deal with it.
A previous battle with King Darius had been at Granicus. It was at that battle that Alexander had had his helmet sheared, and where Kleitos saved his life by cutting off the arm of the soldier who was bearing down to kill Alexander. At this point in a story by Homer, one of the Greek gods assisted Alexander and Kleitos by placing Kleitos (his bodyguard) at his rear. Alexander did attribute his success story to the gods and goddeses to whom he made sacrifices. It is probably due to the shearing of the helmet at Granicus that a specially made helmet is prepared for this battle at Gaugemela. It was topped with pretty white plumes that waved in the air.
But the importance of Granicus to me is the horse's hooves. Alexander and his troops had to cross a portion of a river, and I recall vividly that the horses's hooves are crucial in winning battles. A horse dare not step on stones in the riverbed that would cripple him.
I do not know how many blacksmiths that Alexander carried in his army, but it is a fair bet that there were many who were responsible for the wellbeing and care of the horses.
At any rate, the time of the actual battle of Gaugemela is in dispute. Calendars are not very reliable in terms of the number of times there have been calendar changes.
Since preparedness for battle is the important thing, it is interesting to conjecture at how many drills were experienced before the actual battle itself. Teamwork of this kind can only be successful with co-ordination that had to be practiced.
Imagine the excitement of the night before the battle. While Alexander prepares himself, with sacrifices and devotions, has his armament laid out, ready for him to put on the next day, the military had to have had enormous sense of anticipation and wonder at what the next day would be like. Amazing to think that Alexander is so relaxed and confident that he overslept and made Parmenio nervous for him.
Just another day's work...
Grocery shopping
For a little change from all the history lessons offered in this blog, I went shopping today. I went to Fry's to see if I could find the most delicious apples that I have ever eaten: Honey Crisp...oh, my, oh, my,ohmy!!!!I love these apples but they are expensive at $1.50 a pound. I learned of them from my neighbor Janice whose husband likes them. I tried one and could not believe how good this apple is. It is a huge baby. But so honestly sweet that when I tried baking it in the microwave tonight to see how that would turn out, I did not use any sugar or cinnamon so that I could get an honest taste of it naturally. Oh man oh man oh man...it was as good baked as raw! I love raw apples best.
But this held its flesh, did not turn mushy, and its juices did seep out, and I cooked it all without adding anything to it at all. It was super good. I am in love with this apple.
Then at Basha's I was able to find some manager's specials in meats at already reduced prices but now lowered even further, and did I ever make out on that one...I bought a sirloin steak with $4.00 off, a filet mignon $4.00 off, and two packages of chicken wings, $2.00 off each one...that was so good that I will have enough to last me through next month. I am so happy!
The apples are for me what persimmons were for my mother. She loves persimmons and I acquired a taste for them too. Just love them...If you can find Honey Crisp apples at your local supermarket, get them, at least one! They are the very best apple there is to eat fresh and raw! Don't miss out! I am giving you fair warning.
But this held its flesh, did not turn mushy, and its juices did seep out, and I cooked it all without adding anything to it at all. It was super good. I am in love with this apple.
Then at Basha's I was able to find some manager's specials in meats at already reduced prices but now lowered even further, and did I ever make out on that one...I bought a sirloin steak with $4.00 off, a filet mignon $4.00 off, and two packages of chicken wings, $2.00 off each one...that was so good that I will have enough to last me through next month. I am so happy!
The apples are for me what persimmons were for my mother. She loves persimmons and I acquired a taste for them too. Just love them...If you can find Honey Crisp apples at your local supermarket, get them, at least one! They are the very best apple there is to eat fresh and raw! Don't miss out! I am giving you fair warning.
Marie Adelaide, continued
Saint-Simon's portrait of Marie Adelaide is that of a fairytale princess:" she flitted hither and thither like a nymph, and like a summer breeze, she seemed to have the gift of being many places at once and brought life and gaiety wherever she passed." Barry says that to anyone familiar with the difficult Duc de Saint-Simon,who even disdained the King on occasion, the praise, the unusual affection, is unexpected, but open-eyed.
"In appearance she was plain, (he writes of her later years) with cheeks that sagged, a forehead too prominent for beauty, an insignificant nose, and thick sensual lips, and eyebrows marked, and she had the prettiest, most eloquent eyes in all the world. Her few remaining teeth were badly decayed, about which she was the first to laugh at and remark on."
Barry says that it makes a fascinating contrast to the King's protrait of the princess at ten. Saint Simon continues, penetrating the "plainness" and explaining its appeal to contemporary taste.
"She had, however, a fair complexion, a beautiful skin, a small but admirable bust, and a long neck with the suspicion of a goiter, which was not unbecoming. The carriage of her head was noble; she was very stately and gracious in her manner and in the expression of her eyes, and she had the sweetest smile imaginable.....Her charm was beyond description....When you were with her, you were tempted to believe that she was wholly and solely on your side."
Saint-Simon, one suspects, suspended his own ordinarily acid disbelief in telling us the princess was as pleased to spend a quiet afternoon reading and sewing, or conversing with her "serious ladies" (her terms for the older women at the palace), as playing cards or dancing. But at Versailles appearances were the important reality, and maintianing them the supreme achievement. Eventually that may have been what the fading Sun King valued most in his Italian princess.
In truth, the princess was more comforter to the old King, now in his sixties, than companion to her young husband. The king seemed to need her more; he would sit unusually somber and silent, even at his public suppers, when her pleasure parties, which he himself encouraged, took her from his side. As a result, she was careful about mentioning them in his presence, and made a point of seeing him before and after. If she returned too late, she arranged to be with him when he awoke.
"The King desires Mme la Duchesse de Bourgogne to do exactly as she pleases from morn to night," the Marquis de Coulanges wrote to Mme de Sevigne's daughter, "and he feels rewarded if she is happy. So life is a constant succession of expeditions to Marly and Meudon, comings and goings to Paris for operas, balls, and masquerades, and the gentleman are practically at dagger's point trying to attract the princess's favor."
That was on February 2, 1700. The century of Louis XIV was still to take a long time dying.
This piece is Joseph Barry's article written in Horizon magazine, Spring, 67.
"In appearance she was plain, (he writes of her later years) with cheeks that sagged, a forehead too prominent for beauty, an insignificant nose, and thick sensual lips, and eyebrows marked, and she had the prettiest, most eloquent eyes in all the world. Her few remaining teeth were badly decayed, about which she was the first to laugh at and remark on."
Barry says that it makes a fascinating contrast to the King's protrait of the princess at ten. Saint Simon continues, penetrating the "plainness" and explaining its appeal to contemporary taste.
"She had, however, a fair complexion, a beautiful skin, a small but admirable bust, and a long neck with the suspicion of a goiter, which was not unbecoming. The carriage of her head was noble; she was very stately and gracious in her manner and in the expression of her eyes, and she had the sweetest smile imaginable.....Her charm was beyond description....When you were with her, you were tempted to believe that she was wholly and solely on your side."
Saint-Simon, one suspects, suspended his own ordinarily acid disbelief in telling us the princess was as pleased to spend a quiet afternoon reading and sewing, or conversing with her "serious ladies" (her terms for the older women at the palace), as playing cards or dancing. But at Versailles appearances were the important reality, and maintianing them the supreme achievement. Eventually that may have been what the fading Sun King valued most in his Italian princess.
In truth, the princess was more comforter to the old King, now in his sixties, than companion to her young husband. The king seemed to need her more; he would sit unusually somber and silent, even at his public suppers, when her pleasure parties, which he himself encouraged, took her from his side. As a result, she was careful about mentioning them in his presence, and made a point of seeing him before and after. If she returned too late, she arranged to be with him when he awoke.
"The King desires Mme la Duchesse de Bourgogne to do exactly as she pleases from morn to night," the Marquis de Coulanges wrote to Mme de Sevigne's daughter, "and he feels rewarded if she is happy. So life is a constant succession of expeditions to Marly and Meudon, comings and goings to Paris for operas, balls, and masquerades, and the gentleman are practically at dagger's point trying to attract the princess's favor."
That was on February 2, 1700. The century of Louis XIV was still to take a long time dying.
This piece is Joseph Barry's article written in Horizon magazine, Spring, 67.
Deep Thoughts this morning
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.
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.
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.
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."
Reverse Snobbery part 2
The point that I was trying to make is that because of our own educational input, environmental backgrounds, we today believe ourselves to be superior to those who have gone before us. Then one day we may learn that we had already been a part of that civilization that had already preceded this one in a way that we may have to relearn something about ourselves, just to realize that we are not so superior simply because we are educated, have modern technology, streamlined communication, transportation, etc. In fact, if anything, we may have become backward in some respects since few of us could survive in a way that our ancestors had survived.
I was reading a story about one of our probes into space which is being programmed to die in the rings of Saturn, and about how Galileo had committed a kind of suicide in Jupiter. Because we can send cameras into space which transmit pictures back to us, we believe that we are an advanced civilization. It is a miracle of sorts that we can do this, observe the universe through manmade objects designed to help us understand the space around us.
In a certain sense, those kind of probes justify the courage it took to break away from a thought control upon humanity which had deemed Galileo a madman, a heretic, a deviate from accepted thought. The Church had been wrong, and the Church is what had such a tight control upon mankind in previous centuries. Today, people continue to question the gospels which are available for everyone to read, not just a few.
So with that understanding, it is easy to understand why today we might believe ourselves to be more knowledgeable, less superstitious, and possibly a better generation than previous generations who allowed Church fathers to influence their lives so much.
An important lesson for me to have learned is that while Alexander had been taught certain beliefs by Aristotle, Alexander adjusted his own thinking as he came to know and live amongst those who Aristotle had considered Barbarians, lower class citizens.
So it is with all of us who learn to throw away certain modes of thoughts after we encounter them for ourselves and learn otherwise. We learn to decide for ourselves instead of allowing false teaching to control our lives.
I did re-edit this page, as I am encountering one of those moments when I have to admit that I asked, I received, and just not to question it, but accept it. So be it.
I was reading a story about one of our probes into space which is being programmed to die in the rings of Saturn, and about how Galileo had committed a kind of suicide in Jupiter. Because we can send cameras into space which transmit pictures back to us, we believe that we are an advanced civilization. It is a miracle of sorts that we can do this, observe the universe through manmade objects designed to help us understand the space around us.
In a certain sense, those kind of probes justify the courage it took to break away from a thought control upon humanity which had deemed Galileo a madman, a heretic, a deviate from accepted thought. The Church had been wrong, and the Church is what had such a tight control upon mankind in previous centuries. Today, people continue to question the gospels which are available for everyone to read, not just a few.
So with that understanding, it is easy to understand why today we might believe ourselves to be more knowledgeable, less superstitious, and possibly a better generation than previous generations who allowed Church fathers to influence their lives so much.
An important lesson for me to have learned is that while Alexander had been taught certain beliefs by Aristotle, Alexander adjusted his own thinking as he came to know and live amongst those who Aristotle had considered Barbarians, lower class citizens.
So it is with all of us who learn to throw away certain modes of thoughts after we encounter them for ourselves and learn otherwise. We learn to decide for ourselves instead of allowing false teaching to control our lives.
I did re-edit this page, as I am encountering one of those moments when I have to admit that I asked, I received, and just not to question it, but accept it. So be it.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Reverse Snobbery
I had to post a comment to my previous post simply because I have to admit a kind of reverse snobbery being now a citizen of the USA, a commoner, and a socio-econimcally in between regarding social rank in this nation now.
I studied sociology in college at Michigan State University, and because I came from an ordinary, middle class family, who had been deprived due to the depression of the 30's, I had no social pretensions of any kind. The one person with whom I can identify the most in all of these many historical lifetime figures is probably Alexander the Great.
Why? Well, for this reason. Alexander came from Macedon, a region known for its crudities more than its class, elegance, or sophistication. The inhabitants were people of the land, farmers, miners, and hardworking people, and Philip and his kingdom were considered a bit crude and rude in comparison to the highly educated elite of Athens, Greece.
The men of Macedonia and Philip's court and army were tough, mean, brawling, drunken, and disciplined men, as was Philip. Alexander is a bit of a different character, choosing to distance himself from his father more than emulate him in many respects. His mother influenced him from her telling him stories about gods and divinity that probably Philip did not encourage as much in the training of his son for the military life.
How I would relate to that today in my life?
Good question. I will try not to embarrass any of my relatives by admitting too much to how my family has had its share of drunks, farmers, miners, and military in it...just suffice it to say that that is one way in which I relate, although we had a few who did get a higher education, and attained success that way also before I and my brother and cousins likewise did the same.
The reverse snobbery is that today as a commoner, a citizen of the USA I have been educated to have a kind of disdain and contempt for the royal class in society.
I had always taught the USA is a country which has no kings or queens, and that we are a people who practice law and order based upon service, desire, and public popularity rather than by bloodlines and family...all Royals are born to rule, but in a democratic republic all elected officials are elected to office by the will of the people, and by following certain required laws regarding eligibility and fitness and readiness for the office. Of course, all these rules and laws are often taken very lightly regarding the latter qualifications.
So when I was browsing through the topics of kings and queens, I was also unknownst to myself laughing at myself, but not realizing it.
In my opinion, I would light into Alexander for all the reasons that historians do...since all the stories told about him come from only a few sources, and nobody really knows him (except me, of course, now after all this time)in today's world except what they have read and learned through many generations of time passing distorted stories down to one another. What kind of real idea is that? That Curtius, Arrian, or some other historian, Plutarch, could know anything about him other than what they had copied and rewrote from their own sources. It is all so ridiculous as to be unbelievable, but I will admit that some of it probably has happened, and some records were probably kept and copied that remained close to the truth.
My last vision of Alexander was not very long ago; in fact, two were in about the same time period. I have not had any more time returns to the SunKing since I left Paris, France a year ago this month. I had some experiences there that confirmed for me something that I believe about Philip, his brother, and I came into knowledge of things in the Chateau that proved to me that my visions are a match to the reality.
But Alexander is a real flesh and blood man, who actually loved his reckless style of living, and who relished the aspect of a conflict in which he could turn lose his Macedonian soldiers to wreak havoc if defied.
While it was all hard work, laborious, and tedious, it was also exhiliarating, exciting, and dangerous. Alexander thrived on that kind of adrenalin rush, but because he was also a slavishly devoted man to the gods of the time, he created a sense of duty that was awesome to those who were a part of it. Altars had to be built, sacrifices had to be given, and devotions had to be made so that his cause would be fulfilled. On one hand, he is driven to excell, and on the other hand, he is thrilled by all the action and labor, no matter how difficult. It is all a challenge that he intends to meet and therefore does.
So while one can criticize him for being somewhat maniacal, cruel, and heartless, he
demands that he be honored and respected for his authority as the King of not only Macedon but all Asia.
He has been labeled all kinds of dishonest terms in my opinion, as has Louis XIV,after I finally learned all that I could about him as well. While Alexander seems to heap ridicule upon himself at this games and entertainments in wearing strange and unusual costumes, appears to be always under the influence of omens and oracles from strange priests and priestesses, goes against the grain of the advice of his generals and soldiers, wearing clothing that offends, marrying women who are not met with approval, he still is recognized as the only leader who can hold this assortment of many soldiers from many tribes and villages together. He increases his military as he wages war against his adversaries.
So we have Louis XIV then influenced by this strange man from Macedon so that Louis also believes that he can rule and lead to be another Alexander. While Alexander wore a variety of strange paraphernalia as helmets on his head, and posed as lions, tigers, elephants, etc., Louis then donned wigs to give him a few inches in size to maintain a decorum at his court that today looks odd, peculiar, and what many people call a fop. He wore pumps or high heels, extravagantly well made clothing, and strange wigs. He built a huge chateau for himself when France already had how many numbers of chateau available throughout the land...Why another?
So sure, it is easy to critize, and I will continue this essay later...
I studied sociology in college at Michigan State University, and because I came from an ordinary, middle class family, who had been deprived due to the depression of the 30's, I had no social pretensions of any kind. The one person with whom I can identify the most in all of these many historical lifetime figures is probably Alexander the Great.
Why? Well, for this reason. Alexander came from Macedon, a region known for its crudities more than its class, elegance, or sophistication. The inhabitants were people of the land, farmers, miners, and hardworking people, and Philip and his kingdom were considered a bit crude and rude in comparison to the highly educated elite of Athens, Greece.
The men of Macedonia and Philip's court and army were tough, mean, brawling, drunken, and disciplined men, as was Philip. Alexander is a bit of a different character, choosing to distance himself from his father more than emulate him in many respects. His mother influenced him from her telling him stories about gods and divinity that probably Philip did not encourage as much in the training of his son for the military life.
How I would relate to that today in my life?
Good question. I will try not to embarrass any of my relatives by admitting too much to how my family has had its share of drunks, farmers, miners, and military in it...just suffice it to say that that is one way in which I relate, although we had a few who did get a higher education, and attained success that way also before I and my brother and cousins likewise did the same.
The reverse snobbery is that today as a commoner, a citizen of the USA I have been educated to have a kind of disdain and contempt for the royal class in society.
I had always taught the USA is a country which has no kings or queens, and that we are a people who practice law and order based upon service, desire, and public popularity rather than by bloodlines and family...all Royals are born to rule, but in a democratic republic all elected officials are elected to office by the will of the people, and by following certain required laws regarding eligibility and fitness and readiness for the office. Of course, all these rules and laws are often taken very lightly regarding the latter qualifications.
So when I was browsing through the topics of kings and queens, I was also unknownst to myself laughing at myself, but not realizing it.
In my opinion, I would light into Alexander for all the reasons that historians do...since all the stories told about him come from only a few sources, and nobody really knows him (except me, of course, now after all this time)in today's world except what they have read and learned through many generations of time passing distorted stories down to one another. What kind of real idea is that? That Curtius, Arrian, or some other historian, Plutarch, could know anything about him other than what they had copied and rewrote from their own sources. It is all so ridiculous as to be unbelievable, but I will admit that some of it probably has happened, and some records were probably kept and copied that remained close to the truth.
My last vision of Alexander was not very long ago; in fact, two were in about the same time period. I have not had any more time returns to the SunKing since I left Paris, France a year ago this month. I had some experiences there that confirmed for me something that I believe about Philip, his brother, and I came into knowledge of things in the Chateau that proved to me that my visions are a match to the reality.
But Alexander is a real flesh and blood man, who actually loved his reckless style of living, and who relished the aspect of a conflict in which he could turn lose his Macedonian soldiers to wreak havoc if defied.
While it was all hard work, laborious, and tedious, it was also exhiliarating, exciting, and dangerous. Alexander thrived on that kind of adrenalin rush, but because he was also a slavishly devoted man to the gods of the time, he created a sense of duty that was awesome to those who were a part of it. Altars had to be built, sacrifices had to be given, and devotions had to be made so that his cause would be fulfilled. On one hand, he is driven to excell, and on the other hand, he is thrilled by all the action and labor, no matter how difficult. It is all a challenge that he intends to meet and therefore does.
So while one can criticize him for being somewhat maniacal, cruel, and heartless, he
demands that he be honored and respected for his authority as the King of not only Macedon but all Asia.
He has been labeled all kinds of dishonest terms in my opinion, as has Louis XIV,after I finally learned all that I could about him as well. While Alexander seems to heap ridicule upon himself at this games and entertainments in wearing strange and unusual costumes, appears to be always under the influence of omens and oracles from strange priests and priestesses, goes against the grain of the advice of his generals and soldiers, wearing clothing that offends, marrying women who are not met with approval, he still is recognized as the only leader who can hold this assortment of many soldiers from many tribes and villages together. He increases his military as he wages war against his adversaries.
So we have Louis XIV then influenced by this strange man from Macedon so that Louis also believes that he can rule and lead to be another Alexander. While Alexander wore a variety of strange paraphernalia as helmets on his head, and posed as lions, tigers, elephants, etc., Louis then donned wigs to give him a few inches in size to maintain a decorum at his court that today looks odd, peculiar, and what many people call a fop. He wore pumps or high heels, extravagantly well made clothing, and strange wigs. He built a huge chateau for himself when France already had how many numbers of chateau available throughout the land...Why another?
So sure, it is easy to critize, and I will continue this essay later...
Monday, October 4, 2010
Upshot of this
One thing that I enjoy are magazines such as Horizon who publish articles of this kind. I have always found the older books that discuss historical figures to be so interesting in comparison to modern day or contempoary works. No matter which historical figure of the past, the books that were written in earlier times often have a richness and reveal an author's insights better than those which are today apparently assembled through computer creativity.
When a person takes an interest in a historical entity of the past, one has to wonder why. Is it simply because there is such a large amount of material available on the subject that it is easy to compile and rewrite many essays about the subject, or is it because the topic truly has captured the imagination of the writer.
I will admit that I am not much into historical fiction. It always bothers me when people try to put words into someone's mouth. If the author does not create the character to appear in the way that I believe that person to have been like, I simply cannot stand to read what to me is a false misrepresentation of a subject.
But it is clear to me that if Louis XIV had been that aware of all the information about his own father, that he would have certainly made certain that the record of his own life would have been shaped as he wanted it to be. As a child, he was at the mercy of his mother. And speaking of his mother, there is no doubt that many pitied and felt sorrow for her to have to be at the mercy of her husband who had so many suspicions about her.
Her life story and her cause of death makes her one of the most unevied women in the history of courts of Europe. While Princess Diana has made modern day life at the court public, Anne of Austria had even more embarrassing and stressful problems in her life as Queen. At least, Prince Charles and Princess Diana did perform the necessary service and duty to the throne by delivering England two heirs to the throne. Anne of Austria was always under threat of deportation to Spain if not able to deliver a child as required. Certainly, she did fare better than Anne Boleyn of England in an earlier time, but her life in France was as difficult as any could imagine. Luckily, the king had made a petition to the Virgin within the time frame of the conception of the young boy prince who became the SunKing. There are many superstitions about the birth of the child. He was called God's gift thanks to a prayer being answered. There never was any doubt in Louis XIII's mind that the child was his own son.
Queen Anne of Austria died of breast cancer. The cancerous growths were cut out of her skin as she progressed...imagine that in a time when there is no anaesthetic, poor dressings, and few pain killers. This woman suffered terribly. Louis XIV loved his mother and credited her with saving his throne and crown for him. He paid great homage to her at her death.
Fortunately, for me, I finally have come to learn of this story of life in France. It is a very touching story for me to contemplate as I truly believe that the king was delivered to his mother and father as a part of God's plan for life on earth. It has come to me through spiritual guides and my dictum God's will be done. I believe it is God's will for me to know of it.
When a person takes an interest in a historical entity of the past, one has to wonder why. Is it simply because there is such a large amount of material available on the subject that it is easy to compile and rewrite many essays about the subject, or is it because the topic truly has captured the imagination of the writer.
I will admit that I am not much into historical fiction. It always bothers me when people try to put words into someone's mouth. If the author does not create the character to appear in the way that I believe that person to have been like, I simply cannot stand to read what to me is a false misrepresentation of a subject.
But it is clear to me that if Louis XIV had been that aware of all the information about his own father, that he would have certainly made certain that the record of his own life would have been shaped as he wanted it to be. As a child, he was at the mercy of his mother. And speaking of his mother, there is no doubt that many pitied and felt sorrow for her to have to be at the mercy of her husband who had so many suspicions about her.
Her life story and her cause of death makes her one of the most unevied women in the history of courts of Europe. While Princess Diana has made modern day life at the court public, Anne of Austria had even more embarrassing and stressful problems in her life as Queen. At least, Prince Charles and Princess Diana did perform the necessary service and duty to the throne by delivering England two heirs to the throne. Anne of Austria was always under threat of deportation to Spain if not able to deliver a child as required. Certainly, she did fare better than Anne Boleyn of England in an earlier time, but her life in France was as difficult as any could imagine. Luckily, the king had made a petition to the Virgin within the time frame of the conception of the young boy prince who became the SunKing. There are many superstitions about the birth of the child. He was called God's gift thanks to a prayer being answered. There never was any doubt in Louis XIII's mind that the child was his own son.
Queen Anne of Austria died of breast cancer. The cancerous growths were cut out of her skin as she progressed...imagine that in a time when there is no anaesthetic, poor dressings, and few pain killers. This woman suffered terribly. Louis XIV loved his mother and credited her with saving his throne and crown for him. He paid great homage to her at her death.
Fortunately, for me, I finally have come to learn of this story of life in France. It is a very touching story for me to contemplate as I truly believe that the king was delivered to his mother and father as a part of God's plan for life on earth. It has come to me through spiritual guides and my dictum God's will be done. I believe it is God's will for me to know of it.
Conclusion of Louis XIII
After one of his visits to the convent to converse with Sister Angelique, a storm rose that made it impossible for him to go to Versailles or Saint Maur. His bedroom at the Louvre was not prepared for him, but Guitaut, Captain of the Guard, spoke up with his usual boldness and suggested that the Queen would have suitable lodging and even supper for him. Louis XIII rejected this idea to wait out the storm...The storm became more violent and the captain again offered his suggestion, but the king said that the queen supped and went to bed too late for him, but the captain insisted so that the king finally relented. Guitaut went to the Queen to tell her that the king would be coming and to be prepared for him.
"They supped together. The king spent the night with the queen, and nine months later, the Queen (Anne of Austria) gave birth to the future SunKing, Louis XIV.
This story is told by a French historian, Father Griffet, with such simple directness that it almost disarms one's suspicions.
Believe it or not, the king and queen two years later conceive another child, Philip.
On May 14, 1643, Louis XIII has been bled too many times, taken too many enemas, and too many drugs from what seems to me to be an incompetent physician. The king bitterly accused him ( Dr. Bouvard) of being the cause of his too early demise. He was only 41.
The king's last wish was to see his son come to his majority were he to live so that he could retire to the hunting lodge at the Versailles. There, he would be able to save his own soul and contemplate salvation while his son could replace him on the throne.
I suspect that last wish may be why the Sun King devised his chateau to be built at the site of his father's favorite escape: the hunting lodge.
Louis XIV is the exact opposite of his father as he had no fear of women whatsoever and appears to be like his grandfather, Henry IV, who had a harem of women. Like grandfather, like grandson.
Louis XIII may have found a more likely successor in his second son, Philip, who had interests in both men and women. I believe that Philip resembles his father quite closely in many ways.
Where Louis XIII suffered a terribly anguished life, his son, Louis XIV, had the capacity to celebrate life much differently and much more enjoyably. It is a strange contrast to consider.
"They supped together. The king spent the night with the queen, and nine months later, the Queen (Anne of Austria) gave birth to the future SunKing, Louis XIV.
This story is told by a French historian, Father Griffet, with such simple directness that it almost disarms one's suspicions.
Believe it or not, the king and queen two years later conceive another child, Philip.
On May 14, 1643, Louis XIII has been bled too many times, taken too many enemas, and too many drugs from what seems to me to be an incompetent physician. The king bitterly accused him ( Dr. Bouvard) of being the cause of his too early demise. He was only 41.
The king's last wish was to see his son come to his majority were he to live so that he could retire to the hunting lodge at the Versailles. There, he would be able to save his own soul and contemplate salvation while his son could replace him on the throne.
I suspect that last wish may be why the Sun King devised his chateau to be built at the site of his father's favorite escape: the hunting lodge.
Louis XIV is the exact opposite of his father as he had no fear of women whatsoever and appears to be like his grandfather, Henry IV, who had a harem of women. Like grandfather, like grandson.
Louis XIII may have found a more likely successor in his second son, Philip, who had interests in both men and women. I believe that Philip resembles his father quite closely in many ways.
Where Louis XIII suffered a terribly anguished life, his son, Louis XIV, had the capacity to celebrate life much differently and much more enjoyably. It is a strange contrast to consider.
Continuation of Louis XIII
"If only my father, the king, had lived another twenty years", Louis XIII said, as his father's great popularity was his own personal defeat. The next paragraph is ridiculous but I will write it anyway: A few days later the new king of France was spanked for obstinately refusing to say his prayers. (He is eight,remember?) "At least," he said to his tutor, "don't strike too hard." Afterward he went to see the queen, now regent, who had ordered the whipping. She rose to make him the curtsy due him as king. "I would rather," he said wistfully,'"not have so many curtsies and honors, and not be whipped." On September 17, 1610, Louis XIII was again spanked; on September 21, he signed a military alliance with England.
At ten, Louis was writing verses and slaughtering game. And from that age on he was taming falcons; ultimately, he rached the height of taming the great eagle. He found his father figure in the form of an ambitious falconer, Charles d'Albert, Duc de Luynes, twenty-trhee years his senior. Rapidly Luynes rose in power, becoming Louis's favorite, and his bedroom Louis's refuge. Thus Louis flew his birds, painted, danced, and composed, dreamed of - and wrote verses to-Luynes, cooked poached eggs, played the lute, and at the age of fourteen married the Spanish infanta, who was five days older than the King. She was blonde and might have been pretty had it not been for her long Habsburg nose. Indeed Anne of Austria (her mother was Margaret of Austria) looked remarkably like Louis, which in view of their Habsburg consanguinity was no coincidence.
They were married in Bordeaux on November 25, 1615. (Remember 100 years later on September 1, their son Louis XIV dies). After the ceremony they each went to their separate chambers in the archbishop's palace and supped. Tired, the little king ate in bed while others around him regaled him with coarse stories intended to give him "confidence".
Toward eight o'clock that evening, the Queen Mother came to him, and said," It is not enough to be married, my son. You must now go to your queen who is waiting." He responded, "Madame, I was awaiting your command. If it pleases you, I will go to her with you."
To condense this, the king was placed in bed with the young queen and they spent two hours or so together in the bed, and the king is said to have always remembered this moment with revulsion. It took him three years before he could ever get into bed with her again, and another twenty years before he was able to become a father. Before those events could happen, Luynes had to be removed.
Luynes was persuaded to marry a beautiful young woman, Marie de Rohan, who was very wealthy and highborn. The marriage was successful but the pleas to the king to create an heir fell on deaf ears as he protested the state of his health and his age as reasons for why he should not try to produce an heir. Sadly, he had to watch another couple perform the act of creation twice round to see how it is done, to encourage him to engage in it himself, but while his surrogate father encouraged him to go to the queen, he resisted. In the end, Luynes had to carry the adolescent boy to the young girl, crying and weeping all the while. He was watched while he made his best attempts twice and it was recorded for the medical records. He left at two in the morning to sleep longer than usual the next day until nine o'clock.
The chastity of the young king was politically important to many: Spain, Catholics, and even the Duke of Savoy. On January 30, 1619, the nuncio wrote Pope Paul V:"The King finally decided conjiungersi colla Regina...Since the first night, except for one, their majesties continue to come together.....But for the sake of the king's health, it will be seen to that His Majesty goes to the queen at properly spaced intervals." An interval of two weeks was recommended by the doctors to insure a dauphin.
The king had only one friend -- the Duc de Luynes --and he died in 1621. All he had left was Richelieu and the Versailles. So he went gaming and hunting, and created the little hunting lodge which was designed for men only...no accomodations for women at all.
Then Louis XIII was forced to choose between his minister, Cardinal Richelieu and his mother, Marie d' Medici. This is a dramatic story in which he chose Richelieu and sent his mother to exile.
He then built his hunting lodge even finer as his escape from the cares and woes of Paris and government. He made it so that he would not have women around to create problems for him, but he appears to have had two mistresses, Marie de Hautefort, who terrified him, and Madame de La Fayette, who when he asked her to move to Versailles with him, chose to enter a convent instead. It is said his sigh of relief was audible. He would visit the now Sister Angelique in her convent of Sainte Marie several times before the events which changed history.
continued in next post.
At ten, Louis was writing verses and slaughtering game. And from that age on he was taming falcons; ultimately, he rached the height of taming the great eagle. He found his father figure in the form of an ambitious falconer, Charles d'Albert, Duc de Luynes, twenty-trhee years his senior. Rapidly Luynes rose in power, becoming Louis's favorite, and his bedroom Louis's refuge. Thus Louis flew his birds, painted, danced, and composed, dreamed of - and wrote verses to-Luynes, cooked poached eggs, played the lute, and at the age of fourteen married the Spanish infanta, who was five days older than the King. She was blonde and might have been pretty had it not been for her long Habsburg nose. Indeed Anne of Austria (her mother was Margaret of Austria) looked remarkably like Louis, which in view of their Habsburg consanguinity was no coincidence.
They were married in Bordeaux on November 25, 1615. (Remember 100 years later on September 1, their son Louis XIV dies). After the ceremony they each went to their separate chambers in the archbishop's palace and supped. Tired, the little king ate in bed while others around him regaled him with coarse stories intended to give him "confidence".
Toward eight o'clock that evening, the Queen Mother came to him, and said," It is not enough to be married, my son. You must now go to your queen who is waiting." He responded, "Madame, I was awaiting your command. If it pleases you, I will go to her with you."
To condense this, the king was placed in bed with the young queen and they spent two hours or so together in the bed, and the king is said to have always remembered this moment with revulsion. It took him three years before he could ever get into bed with her again, and another twenty years before he was able to become a father. Before those events could happen, Luynes had to be removed.
Luynes was persuaded to marry a beautiful young woman, Marie de Rohan, who was very wealthy and highborn. The marriage was successful but the pleas to the king to create an heir fell on deaf ears as he protested the state of his health and his age as reasons for why he should not try to produce an heir. Sadly, he had to watch another couple perform the act of creation twice round to see how it is done, to encourage him to engage in it himself, but while his surrogate father encouraged him to go to the queen, he resisted. In the end, Luynes had to carry the adolescent boy to the young girl, crying and weeping all the while. He was watched while he made his best attempts twice and it was recorded for the medical records. He left at two in the morning to sleep longer than usual the next day until nine o'clock.
The chastity of the young king was politically important to many: Spain, Catholics, and even the Duke of Savoy. On January 30, 1619, the nuncio wrote Pope Paul V:"The King finally decided conjiungersi colla Regina...Since the first night, except for one, their majesties continue to come together.....But for the sake of the king's health, it will be seen to that His Majesty goes to the queen at properly spaced intervals." An interval of two weeks was recommended by the doctors to insure a dauphin.
The king had only one friend -- the Duc de Luynes --and he died in 1621. All he had left was Richelieu and the Versailles. So he went gaming and hunting, and created the little hunting lodge which was designed for men only...no accomodations for women at all.
Then Louis XIII was forced to choose between his minister, Cardinal Richelieu and his mother, Marie d' Medici. This is a dramatic story in which he chose Richelieu and sent his mother to exile.
He then built his hunting lodge even finer as his escape from the cares and woes of Paris and government. He made it so that he would not have women around to create problems for him, but he appears to have had two mistresses, Marie de Hautefort, who terrified him, and Madame de La Fayette, who when he asked her to move to Versailles with him, chose to enter a convent instead. It is said his sigh of relief was audible. He would visit the now Sister Angelique in her convent of Sainte Marie several times before the events which changed history.
continued in next post.
Louis XIII
Louis XIII is one of the strangest kings in the history of France. Joseph Barry has written an article about the famous father of King Louis XIV which is published in the summer of 68 in Horizon magazine.
Rather than write out the entire article as I did with Rochefoucauld in the previous posts, I will paraphrase it and reduce it to a few pages in this blog. It is rather extensive and long.
Joseph Barry introduces the story of Louis XIII through the use of the hunting lodge which Louis XIII had built to accomodate himself and his hunters in the region of the Versailles. Louis loved to hunt, especially birds. Barry alleges that the hunting lodge is built from Louis's fear of women. This man had a very difficult rearing as a child, but he was born to Marie d'Medici, wife of Henry IV, at the Chateau du Fontainbleau in full view of his cousins, the Princes of the Blood, who were to bear witness to the birth of the child. Because questions of legitimacy could instigate civil wars, the witnessing of the birth of a child was a long term custom of French royals, not instituted by the Bourbons, but continued to be practiced by them. After the birth of the child, the identification of him as a boy, the king threw wide the doors to the bedroom of the queen and invited everyone to come to inspect the baby boy.
Because the child had difficulty in taking in milk, a membrane under his tongue had to be cut so that he could nurse properly. He was given to a Mme. Montglat, a tall, thin, dominating woman to be his governess, and his doctor was Jean Heroard, who kept a meticulous journal noting every medication that the king took until the physician's death.
His future wife was decided upon before he was one years old as he was promised to marry the Spanish infanta. Early in life he expressed his fear of girls and of love. He did not want anything to do with either.
The little king grew up in an environment with all his half brothers and sisters around him. At one time there were nine children by five different mothers living at Saint Germaine. They were known throughout the land as le troupeau (the flock). The king (Henry IV) would come in the room with the Queen and would later return with Henrietta, his mistress. Louis XIII did not like either woman. It is said that when Henry took the young dauphin for a walk in the gardens of Fontainbleau, he introduced him to the Comptesse de Moret, " My dear lady, I have given this beautiful lady a child. He will be your brother." The dauphin blushed and stammered, "He is no brother of mine." After that he turned his attention to bagging birds, hunted them with a ferocity that made him perhaps one of the greatest killers of that royal sport.
Sadly, he was whipped by his governness and his father, and his mother when a child, even after signing documents. He was even asked when a child if he would be as ribald as his father, and he said coldly, "NO."
He loved to hunt, and after one session with his father at the favorite woods of Versailles, he was invited to dinner with his father. Shortly thereafter, Henry IV was attacked by a deranged man who stabbed him. Henry IV was taken back to the Louvre, carried to his bedroom on the second floor, and laid out on the bed. When he died, someone said the king is dead, and someone else responded," Not in France, the king is never dead," looked at the young prince, and said," Voila! There is the living king." He was only eight years old.
to be continued.
Rather than write out the entire article as I did with Rochefoucauld in the previous posts, I will paraphrase it and reduce it to a few pages in this blog. It is rather extensive and long.
Joseph Barry introduces the story of Louis XIII through the use of the hunting lodge which Louis XIII had built to accomodate himself and his hunters in the region of the Versailles. Louis loved to hunt, especially birds. Barry alleges that the hunting lodge is built from Louis's fear of women. This man had a very difficult rearing as a child, but he was born to Marie d'Medici, wife of Henry IV, at the Chateau du Fontainbleau in full view of his cousins, the Princes of the Blood, who were to bear witness to the birth of the child. Because questions of legitimacy could instigate civil wars, the witnessing of the birth of a child was a long term custom of French royals, not instituted by the Bourbons, but continued to be practiced by them. After the birth of the child, the identification of him as a boy, the king threw wide the doors to the bedroom of the queen and invited everyone to come to inspect the baby boy.
Because the child had difficulty in taking in milk, a membrane under his tongue had to be cut so that he could nurse properly. He was given to a Mme. Montglat, a tall, thin, dominating woman to be his governess, and his doctor was Jean Heroard, who kept a meticulous journal noting every medication that the king took until the physician's death.
His future wife was decided upon before he was one years old as he was promised to marry the Spanish infanta. Early in life he expressed his fear of girls and of love. He did not want anything to do with either.
The little king grew up in an environment with all his half brothers and sisters around him. At one time there were nine children by five different mothers living at Saint Germaine. They were known throughout the land as le troupeau (the flock). The king (Henry IV) would come in the room with the Queen and would later return with Henrietta, his mistress. Louis XIII did not like either woman. It is said that when Henry took the young dauphin for a walk in the gardens of Fontainbleau, he introduced him to the Comptesse de Moret, " My dear lady, I have given this beautiful lady a child. He will be your brother." The dauphin blushed and stammered, "He is no brother of mine." After that he turned his attention to bagging birds, hunted them with a ferocity that made him perhaps one of the greatest killers of that royal sport.
Sadly, he was whipped by his governness and his father, and his mother when a child, even after signing documents. He was even asked when a child if he would be as ribald as his father, and he said coldly, "NO."
He loved to hunt, and after one session with his father at the favorite woods of Versailles, he was invited to dinner with his father. Shortly thereafter, Henry IV was attacked by a deranged man who stabbed him. Henry IV was taken back to the Louvre, carried to his bedroom on the second floor, and laid out on the bed. When he died, someone said the king is dead, and someone else responded," Not in France, the king is never dead," looked at the young prince, and said," Voila! There is the living king." He was only eight years old.
to be continued.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Bishop's description of King Louis XIII and Anne of Austria
When that everlasting war, which we call the Thirty Years War, fell into a lull, Francois and his bride made their court in Paris. The King, Louis XIII, was a poor creature, with a hundred valet's virtues, people said, and not a single master's virtue. He left all the kigndom's business to his mighty minister, Cardinal Richelieu. His own business, to get the queen a son, he postponed until twenty-two years after his marriage.
The queen was Anne of Austria, daughter of Philip III, king of Spain. She was of her husband's age, and twelve years older than our Francois. She was tall, very white and blonde, full-figured and full-breasted, and had beautiful hands of which she was very proud. Her inseparable companon was the Duchesse de Chevreuse. The Duchesse possessed "a powerful beauty", records Cardinal Richelieu, who wooed her in vain.
Others were more fortunate, at least in a way. She was forever organizing conspiracies against the government, with her lovers as leaders. The conspiracies were always discovered and the lovers either jailed or executed. People compared her to the horse of Sejus, which carried all its riders to disaster.
Francois adored amd pitied the lovely, neglected queen. He was admitted to her intimacy and (it is universally presumed) to the alarming favors of the Duchesse de Chevreuse. He made dizzy plans to abduct the queen, to carry her off to Belgium. He was involved in the machinations of the Duchesse. When she was banished to a chateau in Touraine, he served as courier between her and the queen, bearing innocent-looking letter with treason between the lines in invisible ink.
It was arranged, during a certain crisis, that the queen should warn Mme. de Chevreuse if an order were issued for her imprisonment. If the queen should succeed in allaying suspicion, she would send her friend a Book of Hours bound in green. But if all were lost, she would send a red-bound book, and Mme de Chevreuse must immediately flee the kingdom.
At the height of the crisis the queen was rudely interrogated by Richelieu, but she faced down her inquisitor and kept her friend's secrets intact. She ordered a faithful maid of honor to send the Duchesse a Book of Hours symbolically bound. Green, stay quiet; Red, escape. But wait a bit; was it not the other way round? Repeat it a dozen times and the words become a colored blur. At any rate the queen or the maid of honor or Mme de Chevreuse made a mistake, and the recipient of the message took it to be: Flee for your life!
The Duchesse rubbed her face with soot and brick dust, donned a blonde male wig and a musketeer's jacket, breeches, and jack boots, and set forth with two menservants for the Spanish border. They galloped a hundred miles in twelve hours, to Ruffec, between Potiers and Angouleme. The horses were done in, and the Duchesse's tender flesh, unused to the chafe of breeches, bloodied the saddle.
Francois was in his chateau at Verteuil, only three miles from Ruffec. When he received the message that the Duchesse was at hand, his first impulse was to go fetch her and conduct her way into Spain himself, but he thought better of it and sent her horses and a carriage with a manservant to take her safely over the Pyrenees into Spain. Unfortunately, she learned that it would have been better to stay at home.
This experience taught Rochefoucaul a lesson in prudence. Richelieu died in December, 1642, and the king five months later. The queen began to rule as regent for her four year old son, Louis XIV.
It tells me the courage of Anne of Austria to help her friend as well as her standing up to the interrogation of the Cardinal who was so insistent upon her confessing to him a secret.
It is fascinating to me to realize that Rochefoucauld is so sympathetic to the Queen.
Since so many are so dubious of the birhright of the young prince, would suspicion ever have fallen upon Rochefoucauld? I wonder.
The queen was Anne of Austria, daughter of Philip III, king of Spain. She was of her husband's age, and twelve years older than our Francois. She was tall, very white and blonde, full-figured and full-breasted, and had beautiful hands of which she was very proud. Her inseparable companon was the Duchesse de Chevreuse. The Duchesse possessed "a powerful beauty", records Cardinal Richelieu, who wooed her in vain.
Others were more fortunate, at least in a way. She was forever organizing conspiracies against the government, with her lovers as leaders. The conspiracies were always discovered and the lovers either jailed or executed. People compared her to the horse of Sejus, which carried all its riders to disaster.
Francois adored amd pitied the lovely, neglected queen. He was admitted to her intimacy and (it is universally presumed) to the alarming favors of the Duchesse de Chevreuse. He made dizzy plans to abduct the queen, to carry her off to Belgium. He was involved in the machinations of the Duchesse. When she was banished to a chateau in Touraine, he served as courier between her and the queen, bearing innocent-looking letter with treason between the lines in invisible ink.
It was arranged, during a certain crisis, that the queen should warn Mme. de Chevreuse if an order were issued for her imprisonment. If the queen should succeed in allaying suspicion, she would send her friend a Book of Hours bound in green. But if all were lost, she would send a red-bound book, and Mme de Chevreuse must immediately flee the kingdom.
At the height of the crisis the queen was rudely interrogated by Richelieu, but she faced down her inquisitor and kept her friend's secrets intact. She ordered a faithful maid of honor to send the Duchesse a Book of Hours symbolically bound. Green, stay quiet; Red, escape. But wait a bit; was it not the other way round? Repeat it a dozen times and the words become a colored blur. At any rate the queen or the maid of honor or Mme de Chevreuse made a mistake, and the recipient of the message took it to be: Flee for your life!
The Duchesse rubbed her face with soot and brick dust, donned a blonde male wig and a musketeer's jacket, breeches, and jack boots, and set forth with two menservants for the Spanish border. They galloped a hundred miles in twelve hours, to Ruffec, between Potiers and Angouleme. The horses were done in, and the Duchesse's tender flesh, unused to the chafe of breeches, bloodied the saddle.
Francois was in his chateau at Verteuil, only three miles from Ruffec. When he received the message that the Duchesse was at hand, his first impulse was to go fetch her and conduct her way into Spain himself, but he thought better of it and sent her horses and a carriage with a manservant to take her safely over the Pyrenees into Spain. Unfortunately, she learned that it would have been better to stay at home.
This experience taught Rochefoucaul a lesson in prudence. Richelieu died in December, 1642, and the king five months later. The queen began to rule as regent for her four year old son, Louis XIV.
It tells me the courage of Anne of Austria to help her friend as well as her standing up to the interrogation of the Cardinal who was so insistent upon her confessing to him a secret.
It is fascinating to me to realize that Rochefoucauld is so sympathetic to the Queen.
Since so many are so dubious of the birhright of the young prince, would suspicion ever have fallen upon Rochefoucauld? I wonder.
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