So we are sort of "on a roll" here. Oh, I was pointing out to Steve that a man who appears to have been a relative of mine, Prof. de Poyen Bellisle, from Paris, was a linguist. And here I have expressed several times my ongoing fascination with idioms and colloquialisms. Is there a connection?

Here we come to one of those factual issues that I don't usually enlighten Steve on. And he justifiably wonders--is that because he's doing it all, and he's afraid of sticking his neck out, lest he be found wrong?

This is such a simple concept, but so hard for people to get. Hang in here with me. Okay, Steve gets an association, and yes, I'll use it. If you are from Steve's generation, you may remember the Certs breath freshener commercial, "Stop, you're both right!". Well, both of these things are happening. Steve is, to be blunt about it, making me up. And, I am really here, and I am really communicating concepts and feelings to him. Both are true.

So when faced with a historical question which might be proved or disproved someday, two things are occurring simultaneously: 1) Steve is imagining my answer, and he is afraid that if he is caught out, it will disprove my existence, and 2) I am communicating with him, and I may, as the case allows, either try to get the concrete concept to him, or not. If not, I may try to convey to him why not (chiefly, that for the sake of the validity of the research, I must let him get his information from his own memory, not from me).

But, I digress. There must be some connection between Prof. de Poyen Bellisle's having such an intense interest in the origins of language, and my having expressed a similar interest. I have been expressing this interest to Steve for months now--he only recently discovered the existence of the professor.*

Did I correspond with him? Was there a common ancestor who started us all in this study? Did he visit our house from Paris years before he actually moved to the United States? Steve feels a kind of Geiger counter "hit" on this last one. That perhaps he did, when I was a child, and he took time to explain words to me, and he fired my enthusiasm which then lasted a lifetime--and longer.

So this is the way Steve and I work together to generate clues--we record the date of it (this journal is also dated), or we share it with someone in a dated e-mail, and then we pursue it in the historical record. Some things, many, actually, will have to wait for diaries to emerge--and that may well be after Steve is gone. Well, gone for you. Come for me! :-)

Which I am greatly anticipating. So odd for a wife to be wishing for her husband's death! In a nice way, of course. This situation is not normal for us, either (if you are thinking it is abnormal). Of course it isn't normal. It is sort of forced upon us by circumstance, which is, in turn, a result of past-life karma. Steve does not prefer a cross-dimensional relationship. He prefers a relationship with me.

Now, I have sort of said what I wanted to say, and Steve is drawing a blank! I am not trying to write a column here, which always contains a neat literary wrap-up! I am visiting...but sometimes, during a visit, the conversation drifts into a long pause, and one of you says, "Well! I guess it's time for me to get the groceries."

I don't have to get groceries (though we can "eat" up here for fun if we're so inclined). Steve wants to erase that because he's not sure whether he wrote it--but, leave it in. We've stated our caveat, and people can go back and read it if they want to! For the matter of that, if you are thinking, "This is all well-and-good, but what proof do you have?", I have addressed the issue of proof in an earlier journal entry. We don't "hype" anything. We don't have a flashing sign on the entry page of this journal saying "PROOF!!!" If you haven't read it, it's your own fault for not being thorough.

So, time for Steve to start his day, but we will visit again, soon.

Best wishes to each and all,
Abby

*Abby channeled to me on September 8, 2011: "I'm fond of these colloquialisms, as you've gathered. I always was a kind of "folk-lore-ist" in my day." My discovery of linguistics professor Rene de Poyen Bellisle came at the end of December, 2011, when I learned that he lectured at Louisa May Alcott's home for the Carlton School of Philosophy which the Alcotts established there, only 20 miles from where Matthew lived in Medford, outside of Boston. I have Prof. de Poyen Bellisle lecturing there about a year and a half after Matthew's death in Jan. 1883. In my book, I had earlier expressed the feeling that Matthew studied metaphysical subjects with a mentor in a small group setting in someone's home, the last two years of his life. If Matthew attended a lecture by Prof. de Poyen Bellisle, and if he was, in fact, one of Abby's relatives, no-doubt Matthew would have been drawn to him. I have corresponded with a living descendant of Abby's family who carries the "de Poyen Bellisle" name, but who did not know of the professor. Another "de Poyen Bellisle" from Guadeloupe (Abby's father's home country) has offered to help but I haven't heard back from her as of this writing. Prof. de Poyen Bellisle, a "West Indian of French parents" according to one article, graduated from the Elysee de Bordeaux in 1874 and came from Paris to teach in the United States. His wife sued for divorce in 1898, when they had a five-year-old son. According to the first article I saw, her grounds were "cruelty." He died, perhaps by suicide, in 1900. Abby told me privately in channeling on Dec. 28, 2011, that "...he was European and she was progressive...But he loved her dearly and she should have seen that. He was brought up to treat women like pets." Just today, Jan. 10, 2012, I found a second article which reports that his wife was American, and it cites the cause of the split as "incompatibility of temper." (This is also the first I learned that the professor was "West Indian" as Abby's father was.) Given the time-frame, it is unlikely he visited Abby, who was born in 1816, as a child, but quite likely that his father or another relative of the previous generation might have--hence my subjective impression, in the channeling above, of such a visit.--SS