I've spent all day from the wee hours of the morning editing a video, the sequel to "The Ten Strongest Pieces of Evidence that it was Mathew Franklin Whittier, not Edgar Allan Poe, who wrote 'The Raven.'" I'm adding five more points of evidence, though some the points contain more than one element.
I got it done before suppertime, except for "exporting" it to an mp4, and running a final check on it. Exactly how I'll promote this one, I'm not sure. For the first one, I notified everybody I could think of, and posted a link on every relevant YouTube video, plus every relevant website where posting was permitted--and the result of all that, so far, has been 59 views averaging 7 minutes (of a 30-minute video). I'm not sure what to say about that, except that in order to accomplish what I want to accomplish, it's going to have to go viral. And it most certainly hasn't done so, yet. This evening, I couldn't figure out how to see the stats on shares, but the last time I looked it was two.
I am now the "production manager" for the Paranormal UK Radio Network, which means, I upload the shows to the podcast server, etc. It's an unpaid position, but hopefully I'll make new connections, and I'm definitely meeting some quality people. To become familiar with the various shows and hosts, I've been listening to one per night. I don't believe everything that's said on those shows, though I try to keep an open mind. People do, I think, have a tendency to say they experienced something when they imagined it, if they have a powerful and active imagination. That doesn't explain all paranormal experiences, however.
What I'm doing is totally different, because I'm proving my theories. Like the word "love," the word "proof" is thrown around too casually these days. Same with the word "friend," now that we have Facebook. I "unfriended" about 80% of my Facebook friends, when I posted about my first video, and they wouldn't even give it a chance. Some of these were real friends, or they were supposed to be. But they would assume I'm crazy before they would even look at my evidence--I don't call that friendship. If a friend told me he had an alien hiding in his closet, I'd check to be sure he wasn't on drugs, and then I'd at least go with him and look in his closet. As a friend, I'd owe him that much.
So within a week, I have a whole new bunch of Facebook friends. Flexibility through modern technology...
The first video, with 10 pieces of evidence, is half an hour long. Interminable, I suppose, for modern ADD people. The second video has only five pieces of evidence, but it, too, is half an hour long. These points took a little more explanation.
But the theory--that my past-life self, Mathew Franklin Whittier, was the real author of "The Raven," is proven beyond any doubt whatsoever, in my opinion. The fifteen points (more like 17) are so strong, taken together, that it's definite.
When I discovered one of the strongest ones recently, I realized, "There is no question, now." I'd been eyeing an original copy of the Feb., 1845 edition of "American Review," which contains Mathew's original submission of "The Raven" as "---- Quarles," for a very long time, but it was more money than I could justify spending. But it suddenly hit me--I have this proprietory information. I know that Poe didn't write it, and that Mathew did write it. I would be an idiot not to buy it, under those circumstances.
Not that I'm speculating with an intent to make a profit. I wouldn't resell it unless I was absolutely desperate. But if this controversy hits the public and the universities, the publicity might make the price skyrocket entirely out of reach. It might eventually have the opposite effect, too. It's hard to predict. The perceived value might plummet, if people are so disapointed that Edgar Allan Poe didn't write it, that they have no more interest in it. Eventually, however, when they realize just who Mathew Franklin Whittier was, and what he accomplished from behind the scenes, it will go even higher than it was when they thought Poe wrote it. Because if people think Poe was an interesting character, Mathew was a far more interesting character. And an exemplary person, as well.
All my life, it has been a situation where there were tremendous changes afoot, and yet, nothing happened. Does that make sense? I don't know how to describe it. Say you're in a sailboat, and the winds are kicking up all around you, but none of it seems to get in the sails to make your boat go. It's sort of like that.
If this video goes viral, I will be thrust into the public eye. If I make the right sort of contacts by being on the (unpaid) staff of the largest paranormal radio network in Great Britain, some kind of career in this area could eventually launch from it.
On the other hand, if the numbers watching the videos go up by four or five per day, as they have been; and if I continue to upload shows for free and exchange quips on Facebook, with people I never meet--then things could go on pretty-much as they have been.
Basically, I'm not going to take "no" for an answer. I have real, convincing proof that in my past life, I wrote a world classic, and it wasn't written by the fellow everyone "knows" wrote it. That should get me into the public arena, in such a way that I will have a platform from which to educate the Western masses about reincarnation, for however long I can keep it up, being now 65.
I am amazed at the stubbornness of people, though. I really, really, really, really, really do have proof, now, at least for this one theory. But 99 out of 100 won't even consider it. They know that Edgar Allan Poe wrote "The Raven." They have been taught it ever since they were children. It has been reincforced by every teacher, every type of media, every textbook and popular book, they have ever seen. They know it's a horror poem, that Poe was a horror writer, and that he wrote it. They may even know some of the background.
But "The Raven" was a grief and faith-crisis poem written by a deeply spiritual man in terrible (and very real) grief, while Poe was a con-artist. Of course he created a story. All con-artists create a story. And they are shameless liars. They may or may not be better liars than most of us--but they have no shame, i.e., no conscience. I'm speaking of sociopathic personalities. So they will make up stories and tell lies with a straight face, that would make the rest of us either blush, or laugh, in the telling.
Just so with "The Raven." Poe made up an entire myth about it--and professors recite this myth to me, as though it were proof. One skeptic insisted, as though it was fact, that Poe spent 10 years writing "The Raven." I'm pretty sure even Poe didn't claim that--I think this fellow pulled that one out of his...hat. But then he said that Poe had written many poems like "The Raven." I challenged the entire Facebook group to show me some, but they have to have been written before Abby died, in 1841. Nobody answered. So after I signed off that group, I figured I'd have to check into it, myself. I wrote about that, I think it was, the previous entry. But I didn't find anything. Poe wrote, or attempted to write, poems like "The Raven" afterwards, but that was part of the myth he was creating.
What I actually found, was evidence that Poe must have plagiarized about 90% of the poems he published--I don't know about the prose stories, except I know he stole one of them from Mathew ("Some Words with a Mummy"), after heavily editing it.
So Poe's entire reputation is a house of cards, built on sand. Knock out "The Raven," and I think the whole thing may come tumbling down. Likewise with Charles Dickens and "A Christmas Carol."
I am going to get the last laugh, because I'm right. The only question is how long it's going to take. But this certainly does seem to be an interesting phase of my life, that I'm entering into. If the followers of my own Guru won't take my work seriously, maybe the paranormal investigators and show hosts will be better company.
I will leave you with this: Not all who wander are lost, and not all who make incredible discoveries are non-credible.
Music opening this page, "Mediocre" by David Seville,
with the Chipmunks