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It happens that the Roman spirits talk to me at times when I am not ready for a conversation, meaning that I am in bed sleeping or half awake and not at the computer. These are some of the stories that were never written down in their words.
POMPEIUS AND HIS BUST
Pompeius is one who has talked to me at many times when I have not summoned him. It has been very important for him to let me know about himself and his memory. He has talked even when I have tried to tell him that now is not a good time for me to listen. He wants it to be known, that he was not a hero. That he has done with his hands things that he regrets. And that he had only followed orders by his father and his military leaders, that is what he has done and why he went to war. He is just a humble man from a humble background.
He knows that his bust is at the Glyptoteket museum in Denmark. He is unhappy that his bust is kept in a room that also has busts of women. He is unhappy that women are allowed to visit this room where his bust is. He is unhappy about the large windows up in the ceilings at this museum, because it means that the wind gods can see in. He is unhappy about the large fountain in the indoor garden at the museum, because it means that god Poseidon of the sea is present in this building, Pompeius says that Poseidon does not like war, because Poseidon likes to sink war ships. Therefore Poseidon should not be kept in the same building that houses war memorials such as the bust of Pompeius. He also thinks that his bust should be kept at the temple of Mars instead.
Pompeius showed me his memory image of a Roman soldier dressed as a Roman soldier and with a shield and the red feather on the helmet. Pompeius told me that this man had coveted Pompeius' leadership position, this is why Pompeius had placed this man at the very front in the formation of soldiers. I saw this man standing there at the front. Of course this man was then instantly vulnerable and killed. This is how Pompeius had responded to this man who wanted to be a leader, he knew that he would be killed there, and it was also a way to show him, "See? Here? You say you are the greatest? Here you can be the greatest, you go stand there in the front, and be the greatest." Brutal, incredibly brutal. I think I had shivers when he told me and showed me this. I may have even cried. These conversations happened in late September and/or early October of 2015.
AULUS VITELLIUS AND HIS PRIVATE SECRET
When I channeled Aulus Vitellius I fell in love with him. Don't get me wrong, I hardly ever fall in love. I often feel like I am in a world filled with men but none that appeal to me. Aulus Vitellius is the finest man I ever met. He is the most sophisticated, refined, elegant and graceful man. I could have dedicated my whole entire life just to spend my life in his shadow, just to be allowed to forget what I am and everything else and only know him. Well, he knew that I had fallen for him, and he talked to me about what if I were to come to his house and be intimate with him.
That is when he confided in me that he has a sexually transmittable disease, which manifests in skin colored flat growths of skin. He knew he had gotten it from the boys he had slept with and he knew that it was due to having had anal sex with those boys. He knew that because the disease starts around the anus and spreads. He said he even has those growths on his arms, and he undressed his arms from his toga to show me the skin. And so he wanted to ask me, would I have married someone with this disease, in spite of this disease. He remained perfectly sophisticated throughout this conversation. Someone else might have been angry or scared or disgusted, but Aulus Vitellius was the finest gentleman even when he discussed something private or horrendous as that. He is not the only Roman man who has told me about this same disease. This conversation happened in late September or early October of 2015.
JULIUS CAESAR AT THE BATH
I had ended a conversation with Julius Caesar, or so I thought, and I went to take a bath. It was right after the interviews with Marcus Junius Brutus and I was having a terrible headache because of the channeling and I had gone to remedy it with a long hot bath. While interviewing Junius I had also spoken with Julius Caesar to learn more about Junius from him. Well, Julius Caesar happened to see me in the bath! Sure enough, I was lying naked there without even any bath bubbles to cover me. Noteworthy that he did not react at all whatsoever to seeing me a naked woman, which to me indicates that he has probably seen plenty of naked women before as much as he would have wanted to. Because instead he was asking me questions about the bath. He was impressed when I told him that I get any mixture of hot or cold water from the tap.
He wanted to know how the water was heated, where the water came from, I told him the water is contained in a large cistern which is held above and so when this plug is opened, with the tap, water pours down. I told him to imagine a bottle of wine which is held upside down and when the plug is removed then the wine would automatically pour down, that is how it works, I said, with a large water cistern behind the wall somewhere and higher above. He asked about where the used water goes, I said that the mechanism is the same, that I remove a plug down below in the tub and the water pours down. The date of this conversation will be found in the Marcus Junius Brutus chapter where I made a note that I was leaving because of a headache, this in early October 2015.
SULLA AND HIS HORSE AND ME A WIFE
Morning of October 9 2015. When I wake up Sulla is talking to me. Someone has told him not to call me a whore, and to Sulla this can only mean that I am his wife. I had already suspected that there were only wife or whores to the Romans. That a whore meant any woman who was not his wife. And now from Sulla I have confirmation that this is true. Since someone from my time has asked Sulla not to call me a whore, it means that Sulla had come to me because he had in effect been told to consider me a wife.
And I saw him clearer than I ever have before, in his younger days. He looks Norwegian, but we have no men who look like him today. He had light brown wavy hair and blue eyes. He told me many things. Someone had also asked him to talk to me about war, he said I would not like it if he talked to me about war. He told me about his horse, and that when his good horse, which was a brown horse, had died, it had been given an almost-Roman funeral, it was placed on the bale and burned, but not burned to ashes. Only burned about halfway so that in fact instead the horse was cooked, and then it was eaten. This was a way to respect the horse, but perhaps also to not waste good meat. I asked Sulla if he ever used to talk to his horse, if he liked that horse. But I learned that Sulla thought of it as just an animal, it was not that tender relationship that people have today who keep horses as pets. Sulla also said that they beat horses to get them to do what they want. So there is no tender relationship there, or as much of a friendship as one might want. It was more utility, but of course Sulla realized that the horse is a living being.
So, someone had told Sulla not to call me a whore, so he was here to talk to me about if I were his wife. So I learned that Sulla could have married me, and then he wouldn't even have cared a single bit about who I am. He would not have asked me about my interests or life experiences or memories or personality. If I am given for him to marry, then so be it. If men have arranged for a marriage and the practicalities of it have already been settled, then Sulla would not have thought good or bad about me. It would not have mattered a single bit as to who I am or even really what I look like. Yet, a wife is a tool to make sons. He even talked to me about it, that I would have had sons for him.
Sulla told me, that if I married him, then I would have had to have been ok with that Sulla likes to go out to drink. I told him, that if I were his wife, I would have of course accepted that he does that. I would not have tried to change him. And then Sulla said, that if I were his wife, I would have had to been ok with that Sulla brings home a male lover from his drink binges out, and Sulla would of course make love with the man in our house. I told him I would have accepted that too if I were his wife, because I would not have tried to change him. I told him that he knew how to live and how to do the things that make him happy, and that I restrict myself in my life and I have something to learn from him. I told him, that he had lived.
*In early October 2015 I begun to write to several historians who specialize in Ancient Rome, to show them the conversations I have channeled with Romans and to ask if they might want to help me with lists of questions to ask the Romans, fact checking, and help with understanding the Roman culture because often I'm lost. Now one of them has talked to Sulla, I doubt that he or she has heard Sulla respond back, but Sulla has heard the person. And they have asked Sulla not to call me a whore, and to tell me about the military. In my letters to historians about Sulla, I have told them about how the Romans always call me a "whore" and won't talk to me about military or politics, and how I need to find a way to talk to the Romans about military and politics.
SLAVE OF POMPEIUS
This conversation happened late in the evening of October 8 2015 or at night or morning October 9. Pompeius had gotten the idea that he liked me. I had not contacted him in a long while, yet he lingers because he has things to say. He had the idea that he wants to have me, because I was saying nice things to him. I had told him that I was "kind" and "friendly". Oh yes, here is how it happened. When Pompeius was around, I was saying kind things to him. I said that I would offer him wine and I asked if I could wash his feet, which Quintus Hortensius Hortalus has taught me that a woman does when a man enters into the house. But as I am starting to realize, pouring someone wine and washing his feet is also a sexual invitation. So Pompeius interpreted my kindness instead as sexual invitation, and he decided that he could consider me.
But what does this mean? It did not mean that he would have taken me out on a date for us to get to know each other better, or that he would have asked my father for my hand in marriage, no, because he thought he was already married to a woman who has sons who have his name. Instead he thought that he would ask me how many coins I cost to buy from my, I quote, "father or slave handler". I told him I don't know how much I cost and that I would ask and let him know. Sure enough, only minutes later after our conversation had ended, he has been patiently (or impatiently) waiting and he asks me to tell me how much I cost, since he expects that I would have asked. Me, I would have of course had no one to ask and was going to forget about it.
He liked that I was kind. Oh yes, I guess I was also leading him on, because when he said I would be one of his slaves I told him that that would be so nice that I would love to help him around the house, I could cook and clean. He REALLY liked that I was so positive. First he laughed a lot and wondered why my acceptance of working for someone else would not bring shame to my father. I told him I am not Roman and that I am helpful and kind and that I would be happy to help him at his house. But he really liked that and he really really wanted me to be a part of his household, but as a slave.
And I learned heaps about how at least Pompeius thought about slaves. The slaves that he had chosen into his household were regarded as extended family members! And women slaves were in fact regarded as the very same as a harem! Pompeius told me that once I am in his slavehouse he will come and get me at night and bring me upstairs to his bedroom. He wanted to have sex with me, but only once I am his slave in his house. He told me about the sons I would have, that these sons would not have his name. To someone like Pompeius, women slaves in his home were really just extra girlfriends and part of a harem, and he loved them like an extended family.
It is a tough cultural collision when a woman who grew up in the 1990's in Sweden and was brought up to be one of the most gender equal and strong women that any culture perhaps ever has brought up before, meets with the Ancient Roman men who have an entirely different opinion about women.
PAINTED EYES
4:43 PM on October 19 2015. A Roman spirit and I suspect it's Julius Caesar because he has been around, I lie on my bed and close my eyes to rest as I have a bad cold: "So that the gods don't see that you are sleeping, you should paint eyes on your closed eyelids.", and in the thought image of his, a person would have painted with black with a paint brush open eyes on the eyelids. Obviously the Roman gods did not like it if a person sleeps or naps during the daytime.
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