Playing with personages of historical significance

One Dane once asked, if he should be or not be, little realising that he was trifling with the most aberrant verbin the English language.

Etymologically speaking, the …

… with only one ‘e’
goes like this;

be O.E. …”be, exist, come to be, become,”… It is the most irregular verb in Mod.E. and the most common it has eight different forms in Mod.E.:
Be Am Are Is Was Were Being Been

‘The Ogdoad of the wordy world, found in all the best sentences in town.

I was rather reminded of the above set of eight matching Egyptian godlies & couldn’t resist a little play – eye see our most irregular verb contains a couple of atoms of AtuM & ISis.

Anyway just to keep things all neat & modern, I thought a spot of godly renaming might be in order – henceforth, shall the to-be’-verb-god-collective be known as Toby (or not Toby).

As luck would have it I ran into Toby earlier today on a quiet street corner. After a brief struggle I managed to subdue him long enough to get him under a microscope for a close-up look. Notice the amazing super cellular construction…

…one squeeze of Toby turns a casual sentence into a concrete structure – once a ‘pronoun-cement’ is made, all ifs, buts & maybes are sent straight to Hades, without passing GO or collecting $200 .

This takes us to what we’re going to play with today.

With ‘History.’

That topic has gotta be an award winning concrete construction if ever there was one!

Just look what it’s done to us…

… backed into a narrow historical corridor absorbing tales of a past that is for the most part, diabolical.

From what I can see, much acceptance of our today world comes from comparing what we have now with a past that exists for the most part only in that double edged sword, WORDS – big fat factual words superglued together by the god Toby (aka the verb to be).

Fancy a change? Without too much further adoing, lets put Toby in the bin & beegin again. Let’s play with history from a different angle (actually its more a curve than an angle).

What if the same historical figures keep returning to play the same roles – a kind of historical type casting.

Take this world renowned & glittering figure

Set within our mass consciousness, does not this image instantly trigger the 100 carat Di-mind?

But what if there’s more to this instantly recognised figure than meets the eye? What if she is a part of a repeating pattern, one that turns up again & again to play a central role in historical (pre-set?) course changes.

Lets paint a bigger portrait. A not so still-life of three Annes.

Anne Boleyn (beheaded)

Marie-An(ne)toinette (beheaded)

(It was also first reported that a paparazzo who saw Diana described her as bleeding from the nose and ears with her head rested on the back of the front passenger’s seat.)

What I’ve been wondering is if these three portraits portray the same royal personage?

I don’t know how this world works, but for me reincarnation seems probable. A friend of mine suggested another possibility in regards to the theory du jour – that of exceptionally long living entites reappearing throughout time, but house-sitting new bodies. Exalted bloodlines however, do seem to be a key ingredient, whichever way you look.

I tied these ladies together for a number of reasons.

Firstly for echoing theme of early death: Diana 36 (1997), Marie Antoinette 37 (1793), & Anne Boleyn (year of birth uncertain but believed at death to be either) 29 or 35 (died 1536).

Two of the trio were undeniably executed, while the third has so many questions around her demise that it’s just plain ‘logical’ to wonder.

All three have a French connection.

Die-Anna died there as did Marie Antoinette – indeed Diana passed the place of Marie Antoinettes’ execution, Place de la Concorde just minutes before heading into the lunar tunnel of death.

After crossing the Place de la Concorde they drove along Cours la Reine (approx translation Queens Court) and Cours Albert 1er (the embankment road running parallel to the River Seine) into the Place de l’Alma underpass

In the true ritualistic style we gave come to know & …umm, expect, the Place de la Concorde sports a grand Egyptian erection.

The center of the Place is occupied by a giant Egyptian obelisk decorated with heiroglyphics exalting the reign of the pharaoh Ramesis II… The obelisk once marked the entrance to the Luxor Temple. The Ottoman viceroy of Egypt, Mehmet Ali, offered the 3,3 00-year-old Luxor Obelisk to France in 1829. The obelisk arrived in Paris on December 21, 1833. Three years later, on October 25, 1836, King Louis-Philippe had it placed in the center of Place de la Concorde, where a guillotine used to stand during the Revolution.”

Etymologically speaking this is kinda interesting : “concord c.1300, from O.Fr. concorde, from L. concordia “agreement, union,” … lit. “hearts together“.” A little while ago I came across this informative snippett regarding Marie Antoinette’s 10 year old sun:

“The heart, … was cut from Louis XVII’s body following a tradition of keeping royal hearts separate from their bodies.”

On August 31 The Queen of hearts passes the Place where the former queen’s stopped beating – two hearts beat as one? I wonder what lies beneath the place of hearty togetherness? I also recall reading recently the suggestion that Diana’s heart was removed from her body after death.

The third member of the Three Graces, Anne Boleyn, spent many a year in France during her formative years.

The meaning of the name Ann is ‘Grace; favour’.”

Although Anne Boleyn did not die in France, the coup de grâce was delivered from there:

her life was cut short on 19th May 1536 when her head was cut off in one stroke by a French swordsman from Calais

A death in the French style may have been requested by Anne herself; it was certainly intended as an act of grace towards her, to add to the kindness of a death by beheading, instead of the accustomed fire of the female traitor” – …

… errr at the risk of sounding a little naive, I can’t help thinking that kindness should perhaps lean a little more in a life enhancing direction.

A great strangeness now occurs in this narrative.

In the beginning (of this article) we started out with a depressed Danish prince. This was in order to introduce the idea that, by the use of the verb to be, (aka Toby), our history has been cemented in time & place. I played with that verb as is my won’t & put in a picture of a wee beebeing. That pic related to a weekended visit to a land of milk & honey – well ok, a honey centre actually, but I’m sure they had milk on the premises too.

Today I’m finding myself beeing hounded across the internet by the little b(ee)lighters. I have also re-membered the curious incident last week of a pair of bees absailing down my chimney & creating a stir in my unlit fireplace. Plus I keep running out of time of late & have been repeating a pattern of dining on dollops of the nectar of gods (on toast of course).

Returning to & connecting with, our French theme, we find that bees:

were considered … the oldest emblem of the sovereigns of France.”

And connecting with the death of Marie Antoinette, we find the little man who would bee king, (well actually emperor) of France, was a lover of bees (though not in the Monty Python sense you understand).

Napoleon had a veritable mania for the industrious insect, which he had made into a symbol of his own reign; even made it into a flag and a cloak, wearing which he was painted by David. Bees long standing symbols for immortality and resurrection, they linked the new dynasty to the very origins of France, more Merovingian than Napoleonic

In a glass-sided carriage beneath a crown supported by four silver eagles, Josephine blazed with diamonds in a white satin gown ornamented with golden bees, and Napoleon’s cloak was also embroidered with them

And connecting with our three little maids…

The god Apollo speaks of three female seers as three bees or bee-maidens … These sacred bee-maidens with their gift of prophecy, were to be Apollo’s gift to Hermes, the god who alone could lead the souls of the dead out of life and sometimes back again… The Greek word for ‘fate’, ‘death’ and ‘goddess of death’ is e ker (feminine); the word for’heart’ and ‘breast’ is to ker (neuter); while the word for ‘honeycomb’ is to kerion (neuter). The common root ker links the ideas for the honeycomb, goddess, death, fate and the human heart, a nexus of meanings that is illumined if we know that the goddess was once imagined as a bee.”

Aphrodite, revered as the queen bee by her priestesses, was worshipped at a honey-comb shaped shrine at Mt Eryx. The hexagonal shape of the honeycomb was the holy geometric shape of cosmic harmony. The honeycomb represented the perfect union of the macrocosm with the microcosm. In many ancient Egyptian, Indian and Greek cultures, bees represented the divine spirit or soul … In the ancient Minoan culture they were a symbol of immortality and rebirth. In Celtic myth, bees were regarded as beings of great wisdom and spirit messengers between worlds. Honey was treated as a magical substance and used in many ancient magical rituals.”

The 3rd century Greek philosopher and mathematician Porphyry of Tyre believed that souls arrived on earth in the form of Bees, having descended from the moon goddess Artemis, and that they were lured to terrestrial life by the promise of earthly delights, such as honey.

The Honey-moon?

The Mayans had the Ah-Muzen-Cab (the Bee God), designating honey-producing cities (who prized honey as food of the gods). The Kalahari Desert’s San people ascribe the Creation of man to bees: A bee carried a mantis across a river, but when exhausted it left the mantis on a floating flower, simultaneously planting a seed in the mantis’s body before it died. From that seed grew the first man. The Egyptians believed bees to grow from the tears of the sun god Ra when they fell on the desert sand (much like the foam of the sea was considered by the Greeks to be the sperm of the cut genitalia of Cronus from which Aphrodite emerged). The bowstring of the Hindu love god Kamadeva is made of honeybees and Vishnu is often depicted as a blue bee

Bees in Ancient times were also the symbol of the Goddess Artemis. This was because she was once the Great Mother who created the world without the help of a male God. The ancients believed that bees created themselves through parthenogenesis, so bees became a symbol of the Virgin Creatrix Mother

Sooo all honeyed out?

How about a light sea voyage?

If you look sideways at Anne Boleyn or Marie Antoinette or Princess Diana you might be forgiven for thinking you can make out the outline of Helen of Troy.

One woman who powerfully captures the imagi-NATION of his story

We are told that it was Henry VIII’s desire to marry Anne Boleyn, that led to his sacking of the Roman Catholic church & setting up his own DIY business. He patented a number of creative products.

Who can forget ‘Monks Away’, the most effective Monastery disolvent known to man.

And then of course there was the extra strength (& cost effective)
Henry’s Spray & Wife

Removes stubborn wives without harsh scratching

Henry’s marriage to Anne, and her subsequent execution, made her a key figure in the political and religious upheaval that was the start of the English Reformation.

Further down the track we come to the Queen of the Gateaux Chateau

No one really remembers her husband. It is just this lady that holds the dubious claim to fame. Her name exists in history as monumentally as the obelisk that marks the spot where she lost her head.

Not far from that spot is the underground Moon Temple where she may well have died again.

Well why not?

One day I’m going to go up in a helicopter and it’ll just blow up. MI5 will do away with me” – Princess Diana

In 1995, two years before her death, Princess Diana warned of a plot to kill her in a “Staged Car Crash

The possible ‘whys’ of her death have been gone into extensively, along with the possible who’s.

But what if she is, (& has had), a reincarnational career as sacrificial ‘queen’? What if her fears of death were re-memberings of dismemberings?

What if the lives & deaths of this queen bee have an intregal part of circulating or recirculating (or recycling) an energy that is not as infinite as we have been led to believe.

What if public rousing tragi-dramas & horrific destruction are what turns the hamster wheel of this cough, cough ‘life’?

What if emotions such as human rage & agony are among the methods by which energy & time are eternalized in this world?

If we were all happy for a day would this world go away? What might we see?

I had loads of other personages of historical signifigance to twin up reincarnationally speaking, but I gotta go!

I leave you with this.

Shortly before her (latest?) death, Princess Diana was cruising the Mediterranean in a yacht called, or should I say ‘spelledSokar

In Egyptian mythology, Seker (also spelled Sokar…) was originally… the deification of the act of separating the Ba and Ka from the Ha, roughly the separation of soul from the body, after death.”

Perhaps it is time to play with history.

To look & wonder if famous names & great ones might not have an air of familiarity.

A little extra on the bees that leads to wondering how important a role they may have to play in these strange times.

For if they are not courteously kept informed of everything that happens, they will take umbrage, swarm, and fly away, or die of grief or resentment. In the British Isles and all over Europe, the folk continually keep the bees abreast of the news, at national as well as local level; decking the hives with crepe or ribbon, whichever fits the case. On one occasion, an ancient great-aunt of mine, hieratically assuming a head-dress of feather and globules of jet, required me to accompany her to the beehives. ‘But you surely don’t need a hat, Aunt Jane! They’re only at the end of the garden.’ ‘It is the custom’, she said, grandly. ‘Put a scarf over your head.’ Arrived, she stood in silence for a moment. Then – ‘I have come to tell you,’ she said, formally, ‘that King George V is dead. You may be sorry, but I am not. He was not an interesting man.”

& how about this?

For the Bee has at all times and places been the symbol of life – life as immortality. In the Celtic languages, the Cornish ‘beu’, the Irish ‘beo’, the Welsh ‘byw’, can all be translated as ‘alive’ or ‘living’… So, the Bee stands for – or is a manifestation of – the fundamental verb ‘to be’. ‘I am, thou art, he is’, it declares, as it goes humming past.”

October 19, 2009. Uncategorized.


  1. Michael Skaggs replied:

    Playfully enticing! Really enjoyed your musings, and the sweet tie ins of the bees! [which I do so enjoy the Nectar of the Gods in my tea]No doubt there is serious weirdness with Diana's death and the events leading up to it! The Sokar boat at the end was indeed chilling!Great work Alex!Cheers


  2. Alex Robinson replied:

    Hiya MichaelHow's things? I enjoyed the sweet tie-ins myself. I found a site talking of how chemtrails may be at least partly resposible for the drop in the bee population – if bees have a much deeper signifigance than we realise then maybe there is something deliberate in this.Oh bollocks I remember something I left out – will go & add it, thanks for the reminder :)All the very best to you my friend


  3. Devin replied:

    This was a beautiful article as always Alex! It is amazing how many people are coming to the hamster wheel conclusion about history from all different angles. It is said when a goldfish (how they know this-haha did they ask?;-) circles its bowl-its memory is so short that each time it goes round everything is new again-I think that is human history. If there is something that keeps us stuck here and the "wheels" of history turning I well imagine grief, rage and other negative emotions could be it for "down here" I thought my comment would be short today for me-but I was dumnbstruck when I saw your thoughts about if we could all change for just a day-that is what I pray for all the time-24 hours of treating each other as brother and sister -and the other living creatures with respect and decency and the Earth itself-I would love to see what would happen if people didn't apply the lube that seems to keep it all going for just a day!! best as always my friend!!WV=impte -empty -maybe me head haha


  4. Alex Robinson replied:

    HIya DevinI've just been round to your place – can I get a bottle of whatever is you're taking! – man you've been busy :)That is a very lovely prayer you have my friend, I will join you – Let the kind thoughts roll! "Absoloute Respect, Respects Absolutely"I hope the feral issue is progressing in your favour!lol I would think your head should be empty after all that writing :)Very best to you & the she cat :)


  5. Michael Skaggs replied:

    Not only the fact that bees pollinate all the flowering plants and are essential to pollinating food grown!Chemtrails sure could be a contributor. Hope your enjoying spring down under.Cheers


  6. Alex Robinson replied:

    Hey MichaelSpring is extremely pleasant à ce moment, & how's the frozen Tundra for you? Perhaps time for a double red & blue long john ensemble for Halloween? :)You are spot on on our food supply – actually you've just started yet another locomotive of thought – Thanks!! In the meantimeI have BEEn BEEzy looking further into the this whole BEEsness! The bees have been steadily keeping me comapny these last few days – it has been really cool :)All the BEEst of the BEEst to you my friend :)


  7. TQO replied:

    good post


  8. Alex Robinson replied:

    Cheers TQO


  9. TQO replied:

    Well this post was quite nice for me as since I stopped blogging I have had more time to take in everything around me. I had a bee fly on my shirt the other day, then one was outside walking around on the concrete the next day, managed to take a few pics of it. Also keep in mind I didn't see many bees all summer and I usually see tons.Then just last night I got some beer that was made with real honey and it has bees on the label.Plus I am a goddess worshiper so I like the fact you include women in post. And the Indian pic to start it off!Peace TQO


  10. Alex Robinson replied:

    Hey TQO, thanks for the walk with the bees – really nice. I was out in my car a few months ago & when I looked down a bee was on my shirt & this was at the end winter – I have no idea how it got there, but it now carries a wonderful significance for me.Blogging does indeed take a great deal of time – I hope you are enjoying your new found time!All the be(e)st to you :)


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