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Are ye not animate? eternal stars!
 Who ever go, like gods, sublimely on!—
And he who duly on the eastern bars,
 Drinks of a dewy incense—the high sun—
The sun-depending moon—the mystic cars
 Of far-revolving comets—have ye none
Of the same soul that fills the earth bound clod?
Are ye not part of the universal God!

O deathless spirits! ye are beautiful
 Beyond our comprehension—there is naught
Of this inspired matter, that bears rule
 Upon this earth, so beautifully wrought,
So wonderful as ye!—Are ye not full
 As this, of life, divinity, and thought?—
So eastern realms have judged, and bending down,
Joyed in your smile, or wept beneath your frown.
—Abby Poyen

8/15/17
Is anybody reading these? I wonder... Everyone is commenting on recent events, but frankly, I'm not sure my audience for these Updates is contemporary. Most people may be reading them 20, 30 or 50 years from now, so commenting on recent events simply becomes a matter of history for them. I'm not sure there's much to say that hasn't been said, and you can probably guess my take on it (especially given the previous entry).

Lately, I have been in the phase of digitizing my past-life newspaper work, as Mathew Franklin Whittier, from when he was writing, at age 18, for a New York newspaper called the "Constellation." When I first identify these pieces, and make a note of them for digitizing, I don't always catch everything significant about them. I had been feeling, from Abby--Mathew's first wife, and my wife, now, still in the astral world--that her work these days is more to bring things to my attention, than to find additional material for me. But I had no idea what sort of things would be significant enough that she would impress that thought on my mind.

Unless you are new here, you probably know that ever since year 2006--the year after I learned of my past life as Mathew--I have reported that I felt that in that lifetime, I had something to do with the writing of "A Christmas Carol"--the story of "Scrooge" which is attributed to Charles Dickens. With several years of research into Mathew's life, and turning specifically to this question on three separate occasions, I determined that either Mathew and Abby co-authored it, together; or else Mathew edited it after she passed in 1841. Still more research suggested that probably the former was correct. It appears they did, in fact, write it together, each bringing their peculiar expertise to the mix.

Today I found proof. And don't get excited, because I have no intention of sharing it with you (I have already shared it with my researcher, so if she is reading this, she is the only one who has it). I have made the point that a piece of evidence can be proof to me, personally, and yet not be proof to anyone else. That's what this is. Now, I know that I was right. If I simply explained it to you, without all the supporting evidence, it very well might look like coincidence, to you.

But once again, the back story is there. Each element has a history, and a deep context. This dialogue which people imagine that Dickens simply pulled out of a hat, actually has a long story behind it--involving Mathew, and Abby, and their young friendship (even before they began courting), and also Mathew's relationship with his New York editor. It all fits together. Suddenly, it makes sense. It wasn't something just thrown in there, on a whim, after all.

Meanwhile, I know how Mathew writes--and I know that he frequently recycles his own ideas, a few years or many years hence. This particular element, used first in 1830, is clearly (to my eye, at least) recycled inside "A Christmas Carol." Its appearance as a device, as an element, appears in that work for the second time, the first time being in the "Constellation" of 1830.*

The day after the James Leininger reincarnation case hit the mainstream media airwaves, the world woke up and went on as usual. Nothing, in materialistic America, changed. NOVA still spouted reductionistic propaganda; Steven Hawking still didn't believe in God; Darwin was still the king of evolution theory, with his more spiritual contemporary, Alfred Russel Wallace, still being ignored.

Suppose I could present this evidence in such a way as to convince anyone that Mathew Franklin Whittier did, indeed, with his wife Abby Poyen Whittier, write the original of "A Christmas Carol." Would anything change? Would I sell 3,085 e-books the following week? Would people want to interview me? Would I, in short, suddenly be taken seriously? I doubt it. Next Christmas season, if "A Christmas Carol" were presented at all (and it seems to me it is getting presented less and less), it would still be credited to Charles Dickens.

So I'm just going to sit on it. But there have been times in my seven-year marriage to Abby, across the Great Divide, that some interaction between us has proven to me that she definitely exists, and that our relationship is precisely as I have believed it to be. Sometimes I have shared those moments; sometimes not. The one that convinced me, once and for all, was not the one that might convince everybody else. We were playing our "CD picking" game in the car, where I let her prompt me for a song to play, by CD, and then by track. I had been talking with her about how I seemed to have a memory of us making love, when we were courting, out in Nature. That was, I think, the same day, or at most it was the day before. And Abby tries to be responsive to things we have recently been talking about (or, things I have been recently talking to her about).

Out of some 24 CD's (homemade ones, mostly), she managed to choose the one song about making love outdoors. I'll bet you didn't even know there was a song about making love outdoors, did you? "Starlight, liking you and me, in a cloud of milk, in a marble sea. Thank the sky, and whisper to the wind, gladly die now I've touched your sacred skin..."

That very moment, I knew. With all my heart, and with all my mind, in concert.** This is real. And, she loves me.

If you have no poetry in your soul; and no courage in your mind; then you won't believe me. It's okay. I will share this with you; but I won't share with you what has convinced me that in the early 19th century, I co-authored "A Christmas Carol" with Abby.

Best regards,

Stephen Sakellarios, M.S.

 

*Dickens didn't begin publishing until 1835. It is barely conceivable that Dickens stole the idea from back issues of the "Constellation," but very unlikely. If so, you have to count him as a plagiarist, and in that case you might as well entertain the possibility that he stole the entire work. Only an explanation of coincidence will get you out of this one--and it isn't coincidence, because it fits hand-and-glove with Mathew's deep context on several counts.

**I made sure there wasn't any way for me to cheat, consciously or unconsciously, when we played this game--and she was spot-on far too many times (and at far too high a percentage) for it to have been chance.

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