It's been a very hectic day, and I have in mind just to write an entry by way of relaxation. As such, I may repeat things I've said before.
I have been digitizing what I believe to be my past-life works, written as a 17-year-old Mathew Franklin Whittier for the New York "Constellation" of 1830. It would appear that he is trying his hand at merchandizing of some kind, or going into the mercantile field, and is living at a boarding house. Some of his works appearing in this paper were sent in; and some were written while he was living there. I think he may have made more than one abortive attempt, but really-speaking, that's speculation.
This work is of excellent quality, even at such a young age. I noticed that when he is not in New York, it appears that he is submitting to the Boston "New-England Galaxy," and then sending copies of the published pieces to the editor in New York, who subsequently reprints them. With that in mind, I checked on Ebay to see whether there might be any copies of the "Galaxy" for sale, and there was one--very cheap--from 1827. "Too early," I thought--but there was a piece shown in the photographic sample that looked like his style, about a character that sounded like one of his character names. Mathew would have been 15, then...I bought it, of course, and we shall see. Perhaps it was a writer whose style influenced Mathew's. I actually know many of Mathew's literary influences, because I can see who he is quoting and referencing. He admired a number of European writers (especially, satirists) of earlier centuries; he also admired Washington Irving, and Seba Smith.
Sometimes I have the nagging feeling that certain readers are convinced that I am grasping at straws, or indulging in what the skeptics call "magical thinking," which is to say drawing conclusions from scant evidence, fondly and favorably. I actually try to be my own skeptic, to come up with normal explanations, or alternative explanations, and I put my conclusions through the acid bath before I ever announce them. Still, I wonder how all this comes across. For example, recently I mentioned that radical comedian Lee Camp occasionally responds to my Facebook posts. After writing that, I had the nagging thought: "I wonder if some skeptical person thinks that I imagine that Lee Camp is responding to me, by the content of his later videos?" No, I actually meant it literally:
No big deal, it just means we think alike, my comments are occasionally clever enough or on-target enough to catch his attention, and he's not so big as to be inaccessible. I don't think he trucks with the paranormal, or I'd tell him I used to be in his line of work back in the 19th century.
What I was trying to lead up to, was an observation I've made before. On the History Channel's "Ancient Alien" series, or any number of their other fringe theory shows, the evidence seems to fall into place to some extent. There is evidence there, and it's enough to be tantalizing--sometimes more so. If you can take ancient myths literally, then maybe there were sky gods with big eyes, and so-on. I actually think that their evidence fits the existence of ancient advanced civilizations very well. I'm less convinced that it fits ancient extra-terrestrials (or what the narrator calls, "extra-te-RREST-rial beans!").*
But my evidence is different. Each piece--and unlike these shows, instead of three, or five, or a dozen, I have hundreds--drops right into place. I can't even begin to explain how tightly these clues are interwoven. I could start giving examples, and I'd get lost in them. But just to isolate one, if I can...
From other clues, I believed that Mathew was pursuing two career paths at once in New York; or, he was pursuing one, and using his native talents to stay afloat while he did so. He was pursuing his mercantile dreams (not wanting to continue in his family's farming tradition); but at the same time, he was such a natural writer, that he was able to step into journalism with ease. So he was writing for the paper while he was trying to break into the mercantile business in some way which isn't explained.
So just today, I ran across one of his stories. This is May of 1830, and he is actually working as the substitute editor, putting together the entire editorial page by himself. There are essays, humorous sketches, fillers--the whole thing, if I'm not mistaken, is his. And the reason is that the editor, Asa Greene, if my past-life memory impression serves, really was concentrating on his bookstore, or on other projects. The newspaper was a side-project, for him, and he felt tied down by it. He was only too happy to let someone who had proved himself competent, take it off his hands once in awhile, to give him a breather. So at 17, there is Mathew steering the ship, as it were.
One of those pieces is a humorous sketch in precisely the style I have come to associate with him. It is a caricature of himself, as a farm boy who gets it into his head to go into the mercantile business, comes to New York, ultimately fails, and ends up a vagabond! But since so much of Mathew's work is what you might call "jazzed up" or distorted autobiography--his own life experience modified in such a way as to base a story on it--this must be the same. It simply confirms that he must have been pursuing these two tracks, simultaneously.
But that has a huge interconnected back-story web. Each clue is a strand connected with other strands, and so-on. It is all organic. And the same thing can be found regarding Mathew's parallels with me. I am, as it were, the logical extension of Mathew Franklin Whittier, being his reincarnation. He reported on speeches, using shorthand. I videotaped speeches. He reported on police office arraignment hearings. I videotaped legal depositions. That may not seem like much, but it is just the tip of the iceberg. After his wife Abby died, he looked for her face in other girls all his life, and fell in love with a few who reminded him of her. All my life, in this life, I did the same, even though I didn't know who Abby was or what she had looked like. I can look back at the girls who had a powerfully magnetic attraction for me, and they looked like Abby in one way or another.
Well, as usual, I can't convey what I want to convey. You just can't put it into words. I only know that someday, people who love detective logic are going to fully immerse themselves in my book, and wish that it would never end, because this aspect of it is truly fascinating. Take an apple, and cut it up in torturous ways; it has to fit back together, because all the pieces came from the same apple. That's what this past-life match, and Mathew's own life, is like. These pieces have to fit, because it's a real match, and because I have accurately reconstructed Mathew's personal history.
I might have mentioned, one of the things I discovered in this newspaper, was a very early poem by Mathew's brother, John Greenleaf Whittier, entitled "The Raven." JGW wasn't famous at this time--he was getting published in their local small-town newspaper. I would guess the only reason his poems were getting reprinted in the New York "Constellation," is that Mathew was making sure they got published. But I couldn't find this particular poem anywhere online. Seemingly, no-one has ever heard of it.
I am telling you, I am convinced that it was Mathew who wrote "The Raven" (the famous one) and that somehow, Poe claimed it and it stuck. But now I am wondering--if Mathew saw this poem by his brother, with the same name, back in 1830, I am betting dollars-to-doughnuts there is at least some connection, since he re-used the exact title. He wouldn't have done so in laziness--there has to be some hidden tribute, some reason why he tipped his hat to that earlier poem by his brother. When I get a full copy of it, I may be able to ferret out something. There's a clue in there, somewhere.
Stephen Sakellarios, M.S.
*There is a serious flaw in this theory, inasmuch as if aliens are mutilating animals and abducting people for the purpose of genetic experimentation, then either there are two distinct types--the "good 'uns" and the "bad 'uns"; or else, as a class, aliens are psychopathic. That would mean they are of a very low order of development where it counts, i.e., ethically, morally and spiritually. In which case, if they have superior technology, it's no wonder the military is concerned and keeps it quiet. I'll pass along this much of a hint, from my own study background. Meher Baba, my Guru, supposedly remarked in cryptic fashion, when asked, by saying (i.e., gesturing) "They aren't from other planets." And I personally "heard" (because he kept silence and wrote on a slate) yogi Baba Hari Dass, at a retreat in 1974, say that the Mayan culture (I believe it was the Mayans, and not the Incas) were the descendants of Ravana's subjects, as described in the Ramayana. Finally, I once met a disciple of John Dingle, who said that while astral traveling, he saw hostile people living underground, who ate captured topside people; that they could see him, and that they were not pleased for him to be there. Everything else this elderly fellow told me (when I was a young man) was right in line with what I already knew of paranormal and occult subjects--this was the only "far out" thing he told me.
Music opening this page: "Manhattan" by Eric Johnson, from the album "Ah Via Musicom"