It looks like I can reduce my blood pressure by quite a bit, just by putting into practice some common-sense health practices. So I should be able to write the occasional entry, just not the equivalent of a college paper every morning, complete with references and images.
If you have been a regular, you may have missed the post script I added to the previous entry. That's a bad habit of mine, but something had occurred to me the following day, which didn't merit a separate entry.
I have in mind a sequence of random thoughts from the previous few days, here, and they are taking shape in my mind as a whole, but I want to keep it simple.
I had the whim to try out a couple of Facebook groups. One of them, in particular, looked promising, having a focus on afterlife studies. It seemed to me that the leader was serious about the subject.
He was serious, alright, but I think as much about worldly success, as the subject, itself. Let's see if you agree with me.
He has written a book on the subject, and of course the book is front-and-center when you sign on to the group. That's fine. I've put my e-books front-and-center on my website, now, out of sheer exasperation at them being studiously ignored.
The topics coming up as threads seemed fairly serious--during the brief time I was participating, the leader posed the question as to why more women than men were interested in (as I recall) NDE's, or the afterlife. The obvious answer was that men are traditionally taught to keep their feelings to themselves, and the thread petered out.
But then comes a very large, and very slick, ad, with a sort of stars-and-neurons graphic background, advertising the leader's one-man "University." For just $29.99 per month, you can participate in a select group, where special, secret topics will be discussed, and proprietary information revealed. It indicated a set number of classes--eight or nine--but one prospective student asked how long it would go for, and the leader answered it would be "ongoing." I did a little math (not my forte), and determined that out of a group with something like 1,700 participants, if you could get only 100 regular "students," you could earn a handy $3,000/month. I could live very nicely on $3,000/month.
I didn't voice my reservations about it. But before I resigned from the group, I noted that this fellow is tight with Victor Zammit, the retired Australian attorney who has become quite popular advocating paranormal research. Victor congratulated the group leader on his new venture. Now, Victor entered the public arena just about the time I did, or a little earlier, I think. He has mentioned my documentary in his weekly online newsletter; and he has also used my logo, without permission, to represent reincarnation in general (at which I gently protested). He has, however, studiously ignored my work regarding my own identified past life in the 19th century; and he has also ignored my work to tell soul-mate couples that it is possible to continue their relationship after one of them passes on.
When I say "ignored," I mean, I have corresponded with him by e-mail, and he says is busy, and will get around to it, and never does--that kind of thing.
So I noticed that Victor was promoting his own online event, where you can sign up for online participatory classes in various subjects. One of the classes had to do with this very thing, i.e., couples who are continuing their relationship across the Great Divide. Now, keep in mind that my astral wife Abby--the same who was my past-life first wife when I was Mathew Franklin Whittier--and I have been pioneeering this idea for several years. We reconnected in 2010, and I began channeling her online journal a year or two afterwards. My article was published in e-zine Omplace.com some years ago. It was written to support and introduce the e-book that Abby and I wrote about our relationship, "Loving Abby in Truth and Spirit," which I published in 2012.
I learned that one could not join the online class, unless one was first a member of the Facebook group established by the class leader. So, I applied to join the group. The application had one question, as to whether you were currently in this kind of relationship.
Many years ago, a more worldly friend once described me as "stupid honest." (This same friend also remarked that I was the "smartest, hardest-working poor person he knew.") So, I not only say "yes," I explain briefly that Abby had died in 1841, having remained in the astral world, and that she was my soul-mate in the 19th century.
It may or may not surprise you to learn that I was never accepted into that group (and hence, into the online class). I get the impression, looking at the Facebook page, that at least one of the leaders may be a Christian, which would explain it.
But you see how politics enters into these things--and you see the power of the Mutual Admiration Society. Victor probably doesn't like me because I dared take exception to something his oft-quoted authority, spirit guide Silver Birch, said about reincarnation.* The problem is, historically, Spiritualism was an offshoot of traditional Christianity--and as such, they have been very reluctant to embrace reincarnation. They are still quite wary of it. Such was the power of "St." Paul's scam, as he adulterated the early Church with his Pharisee teachings (or so it appears, to me). What we have today is not so much Christianity, as "Paulianity." The wiser heads who undoubtedly said "no" to including Paul's letters in the New Testament, lost the fight.
But the same sort of thing that happened in Jesus's day, and which happens, today, was also happening in the 19th century. I could write a very detailed paper, here, presenting the evidence--but I'm already feeling a bit stressed. I'm just going to give you the scenario, and if it seems outlandish to you, then, you can know that all of the supporting evidence is systematically laid out in my sequel, "Mathew Franklin Whittier in his own world."
In late 1844, Mathew Franklin Whittier (my earlier incarnation) wrote to Horace Greeley, the liberal editor of the New York "Daily Tribune," from Buffalo, signing with his long-time secret pseudonym, a single asterisk, or star. It was a heavily political letter, protesting the conservative "Nativist" movement and praising the liberal Whigs. We are familiar with this issue, today--"Nativism" didn't want to allow recent immigrants to vote, because they tended to vote liberally. Such a letter was very typical for Mathew. So far as I can see, although Margaret Fuller championed a number of social causes, she wasn't so deeply involved in politics, per se, and so the letter would have been atypical and unlikely, for her.
Around this same time, according to Greeley's memoirs, his wife, being an enthusiastic admirer of Fuller, prevailed on Greeley to invite her into their home. Greeley didn't like her, but if he wanted to preserve harmony in the family, he had little choice but to agree. Or, perhaps, he didn't realize what he'd gotten himself into until Fuller arrived, and stayed...and stayed. In any case, he hired Fuller as his paper's literary editor--a position where she couldn't do much harm, but which move would pacify his wife. This, of course, is me reading between the lines of Greeley's memoirs.
But she was neurotic, narcissistic, hypochondriacal, and lazy. She wrote only a "10th" of Greeley's output, he says, and that, only when she felt like it.
Meanwhile, in December of 1844, numerous lengthy, excellent reviews began appearing in the "Tribune," signed with a single large asterisk, precisely in Mathew Franklin Whittier's style. There is at least one smoking gun identifying him as the probable author, which I've already shared. Obviously, Greeley had to turn to Mathew to get the real work done. Keep in mind that Mathew had worked as a junior editor in New York, in the 1830's; and had written star-signed book reviews for a Boston young men's magazine during this same period. So he had the track record, and not only that, he had the track record as a reviewer with this same pseudonym. Furthermore, Mathew was attending meetings where Greeley would speak; so it's not at all unlikely they would have met.
There are indications that Fuller was editing (i.e., tinkering with) Mathew's reviews, in her official capacity as the literary editor. She even felt free to add in her own personal experiences, as though she was the writer. Except that Mathew wrote using the "royal we," whereas Fuller wrote in first-person, as "I." Probably, Mathew refused to change just to accommodate her little additions; and she refused to change; and Greeley, wanting to keep peace at home, decided not to cross her, and so permitted this glaring editorial faux pas.
In one instance, it appears Mathew and Fuller both attended a Valentine's ball at a model insane asylum. Fuller had to insert a boast that she had also passed Christmas in a prison (both of them had a history of visiting such institutions, as I can prove). But she wrote in first person--and, she disparaged her companion (presumably, Mathew) by portraying him as overly sensitive, i.e., what today we would call a "bleeding heart." Mathew was sensitive, which trait he was self-conscious about in an era when men were supposed to be tough. He appears to have remarked to her that so-called "normal" people, i.e., all of us, were really not that far from being mad, except that they were able to "maintain" in polite society. He included himself, probably, because he had struggled with his mental health after Abby had died, only four years earlier (as one can see in "The Raven," which was originally Mathew's own grief poem). Fuller took umbrage, because she, herself, was neurotic, but in denial of same. So she disagreed with this observation--but her own view is really just a restatement of what Mathew said. She said that even mad people have some core of sanity they can connect with. That way, of course, she didn't have to admit that she, Margaret Fuller, had anything in common with mad persons except this core of sanity.
That was the reason she felt she had to insert herself into Mathew's review--because he had innocently stepped on her neurosis, and she was pissed.
Finally, in 1846, Greeley had had enough. He hatched a brilliant scheme to get Fuller out of the house--he promoted her! But, he promoted her to foreign correspondent. Her ego would be thrilled--and how could Greeley's wife protest it? It worked, of course, and Fuller became the first regular female correspondent for a major newspaper.
Fuller died in a shipwreck as she and her new husband were returning to America, in 1846. Her brother subsequently included some of these star-signed reviews in a compilation of her work. Mathew left the paper, and New York, late in 1845. I know he was back, writing regular letters to the Boston "Chronotype" about doings in New York City, signing "X.F.W.," as of May 1846. I don't know whether he ever wrote again for the "Tribune." There is no end to leads, and after almost 10 years of working on this project with no funding, I'm literally burned out. I have all the evidence I need, now, about Mathew's work and his life. I've proven that I'm his reincarnation about 20 times over; I have his entire biography pieced together; I have something like 1,400 of his published works; and I have revealed his personality, talents and inner life to a degree probably never equalled in any reincarnation case study. I need to stop, now.
If my work was taken as seriously as it deserves to be, I would have a grant, and a staff, and I would be able to assign researchers to various projects. I would send one to New York City, to scour all the newspapers for year 1845. I would send another to the Library of Congress, to pour through the correspondence of Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (whom Mathew remarked was a personal friend). I would assign a third to scrutinize everything ever written by Edgar Allan Poe's enemies, looking for clues that Poe plagiarized from Mathew; and there are many more avenues to explore.
But I sell perhaps one book per year, I have no recognition, no funding, and no staff. Mathew and Abby were the original authors of "A Christmas Carol"; Mathew was the original author of "The Raven," and probably "Annabel Lee" and "Some Words with a Mummy" (all claimed by Poe), as well. Abby was a poetic prodigy whose work was stolen by Albert Pike, and a publisher named George W. Light. Mathew was a formidable force behind the scenes for the Abolitionist movement, probably working as an undercover liaison for William Lloyd Garrison, and reporting his successful contacts in "code," through a popular public travelogue--which was attributed to someone else.
I have been educating the public about reincarnation since 1998; Abby and I have been educating soul-mate couples about the possibility of continuing their relationship across the Great Divide since 2012. I have been a follower of the Avatar of this era, Meher Baba, since 1974, and I have a strong intellectual grasp of metaphysics (going back to Mathew's lifetime, and further). My partner, Abby, in the astral realm, is smarter and sees more clearly than I do, and we can communicate well enough to collaborate. Many of the amazing discoveries presented in my books probably came to my attention because she nudged them into my orbit. That means, she and I are doing the very thing that well-credentialed pioneer, Dr. Gary Schwartz, is studying on the cutting edge of paranormal research. And yet, the leading figures in the field of afterlife research don't take me seriously, and in fact will hardly give me the time of day.
But everything is timing; and I am being both guided, and protected. I have no complaints about anything. Things are obviously going precisely as they are meant to.
Stephen Sakellarios, M.S.
P.S. (See, my bad habit continues), here is the Feb. 26, 1845 asterisk-signed review, entirely written by Mathew, of a sermon by abolitionist and Unitarian minister, Theodore Parker. Mathew has elsewhere expressed a similar tolerant ambivalence about Parker, the reason being that Parker was a great force against slavery, but he also discounted anything supernatural in the Bible. Here's what Mathew remarked in 1849, writing an unsigned column called "Gossip from Gotham" from New York City, for the Boston "Chronotype":
The Appletons, who, you know plume themselves on the canonical immacculateness of everything published by their house, have lately issued a reprint of "Morell's Philosophy of Religion."--This is considered a good joke among the initiated, as Morell is but little less heretical than Theodore Parker, or any other celebrated bugbear, although he usually expresses his outrageously unsound doctrines in very sound and respectable phraseology. To crown the joke, the excellent N.Y. Evangelist recommends Morell to the attention of its readers, apparently without the faintest suspicion of the character of the work.
In 1845, Mathew until recently had been a member of the Swedenborgian New Church; and would soon (if he had not already) embrace Spiritualism. He had been exposed to esoteric teachings by his first wife (initially, his tutor), Abby. On the other hand, when Mathew married Abby in 1836, the Society of Friends disowned him. So he, himself, had been the subject of religious intolerance in a group which had originally been persecuted by the mainstream Puritans. All of this, in short, is absolutely typical of Mathew's literary style and views, which I can prove by countless examples. And all of it, as you will note, is written with the "royal we." As to whether Mathew's conclusion was correct or not--just give it a little more Time.
*The problem, here, is that Silver Birch was channeled through Maurice Barbanell, the founder and editor of the Psychic News of London. But if Silver Birch's teaching on reincanation was off--and specifically, off in a way which would tend to support the Spiritualist views on that subject--then it begs the question of whether Barbanell was actually expressing his own opinions, while believing he was channeling a spirit entity. This is hardly surprising. In "The Betty Book," Betty's guides address this issue of "coloring." It simply means that Barbanell has been caught coloring with regard to the issue of reincarnation, in according with his own Spiritualist beliefs on that subject. I freely admit that I may occasionally add in my own views, when I channel Abby, though I try very hard not to. One simply has to be honest enough to admit that this happens at times, so that one should never take any channeled communication as verbatim. I don't see Victor Zammit making this caveat, however, when he presents the teachings of Silver Birch; and he did not seem to be amenable to having the possibility pointed out to him. Keep in mind that reincarnation is my area of expertise, which I have studied for about 45 years, while it is not Victor's primary focus--nor, for that matter, would it have been Barbanell's.
Music opening this page: "Last House on the Block," by Eric Johnson,
from the album, "Europe Live"