THE MANY LIVES OF MARCUS ARELIUS

A guy on the patio just called me a mother fucker for drinking part of his diet Coke. The can had been sitting there for fifteen minutes and nobody was claiming it. If you're looking for National Affairs this is not your posting. Let's kick off with something you see on a lot of shows and that's the topic of Dofflegangers. One of the strangest cases of this is when the transporter beam split Will Reiker into two people on a Star Trek episode and the one fell back down to the planet and the other went back up to the ship. When the wayward Reiker was rescued he was of a lower rank and the first day on the job he got up late and was admonished roughly by the senior Reiker as though he were just another rookie. I cannot even imagine how a human soul could be "split" into two competing egoes. Of course on Days of our Lives you have the two Raphael Hernandezes. But in my case the idea was put forth to me that- - - this is a classic- - - a baby mix up at the hospital. Only here with a twist. Not only was one baby perfectly healthy (apparently) and the other baby underweight and sickly with a lot of neurological problems- - but they were born two months apart. Anyhow this other individual was code named "Bo" by the Federation but they say his given name was Dorian. I have done postings on Dorian. My latest reconing is that "Bo" died by drowning off the Palos Verdies penninsula - - best evidence now suggests in late August of 1956. So he lived a short life. And he was the older, healthy baby. In the first month of this blog, Rocca Rolla, I relate dreams I had about Dorian alias "Bo". But here is another twist. (as if you wern't expecting one) "Bo" actually occupied my body as a small child from birth to at least June 30th 1954, and most probably longer, sporadically, for the next year or two. "Me" didn't enter my current body till that June 30th 1954 date, or very soon thereafter. So the older, healthy child existed as "Dorian" his first several years and then was occupied by "Bo" sporadically the last two or so years of his life. Now "Dorian" was re-incarnated in July 7,1988 under the "Ice Cream Phoenix" project, I spoke of previously.

So what kind of a life did "Bo" live and how come his mother was in the same hospital my mother intended to use to give birth. Well, Bo's mother led a very secretive life and traveled around a lot. While austensively a devout Catholic who went to private school (don't you wonder about these people who travel so much and attend elite private schools, like our President?) she seemed adept at deception and lying to people for an alabai to make her many "escapes". Dorian would have been her third child, if you don't count the misscarriage, and the only one while married to her ten husband who wasn't a girl. I think this is significant because boys seem pray to more genetic problems than girls. This mother has admitted to under age drinking, and I mean under eighteen. If her life was as desperate as it sounds (however I must stress, not economically) then a resourceful woman like her would take steps to protect herself. My guess is that she did a Rosemary's Baby type thing and decided to sell her child to a Satanic cult for the promise of a batter life in the future, which by the way, she got. In 1989 I spoke of the Medeteranian style house with the screened in patio where she'd have the cult over and one of the bearded members would play the accerina. (not the "recorder") She could have been doing any number of things in LA, perhaps getting a recording contract. She lived "somewhere in the deep south". We'll let it go at that. The Cult did not keep the baby but sold it to a party who was headed to another part of the country, in the northwest. I reported that dream in an early posting where I report being in Medford, in Eugene, and in Portland. But also of being in "southern Westchester" close to the Airport. And yes there is a lot of other detail you can read about. If you've read them you know the mystery man "Bo" (in whose person I was dreaming)
was traveling with. This man had "other uses for Bo" and being Dead did not preclude his usefulness. (no not THAT, you AC fans) He was useful to posess the body of Jim Cooper (which is my name for him) though in this life he obviously went by another name, which I'm being secretive about. Most of the "posessing" of Jim Cooper's body took place from late April of 1964 through to at least March 1968 or maybe April 1968. "Jim" can't be happy about the way someone else screwed up HIS life. But this theory is not unique to me. Others maintain that "Jim" was given drugs to zombee out and thus be more "managable".

REINCARNATIONS Let's go back in time through all my "Lives" since 1896 there abouts. I was born into the life of a future famous author and basically lived a happy life for the first seven years till 1903. I left that body in Buffalo around September, and "Bo" took over my body. Bo had come out of a ghastly prior life in Austrailia I'm not even going to talk about. "Bo" must have been perswasive and so I said "fine" and I incarnated myself into a new, freshly born life. Unfortunately he met his death in Chicago in a famous gun fight around July 24th 1934. Jim Cooper was one of my best friends in this life. He also got gunned down a few months after I did but he found a new host unborn fetus almost immediately. I decided I wanted "Bo's" life back. Maybe I had propriatory rights or something but Bo didn't put up a fight. The Federation named him Bo because I think it was his wife in this life that called him "Bo". Anyhow if I hadn't already done so I think I divorced that wife and took up a sexual affair with a vulluptuous blonde in North Carolina for several years. I spent the last three years of my life in Los Angeles. So if as a kid some areas "already looker fermiliar to me", that's why. It sure wasn't some sort of genetic memory from my Dad. Anyhow I decided to resume my writing which had become stalled and had almost completed another novel when I died of a heart attack, oddly enough just walking over to a local drug store one cool December (?) evening.

After this I reincarnated as what would have been a two & a half year old toddler named Robert Ranjel, or however you spell it. He lived in a nice house in Bellview, Washington- - and contrary to the lone biography on him- - he lived there all his life. My earliest memory, oddly enough would have been when I was three & a half. We had gone to a local pier to get some kind of supplies before breakfast or something. Anyhow I was standing on the pier looking at the half moon in the sky. Just a couple of days before my parents told me our country had gone to war, and they didn't describe it as a good thing. I had a bunch of older sisters and was clossest to the sister just older than he was. There was one memory of having to take kittens to the pound and all the siblings were in charge of carrying a certain kitten. I ran into academic problems in school and according to my biographer "began hanging around the wrong crowd". One day in late May 1951, after I had just turned thirteen, me and two buddies skipped out school to go camping by ourselves. But a few days later I met my demise because I got burried alive in quicksand and they were unable to pull me out. It had rained the night before and we sought shelter in a cave. After this was my three year "mystery" incarnation in Memphis lived from age thirteen to sixteen. I had a girlfriend who was a beautiful blonde who looked like "Megan" that Days of our Lives had on the series in 1984. (That's the story of another "Bo") Unlike Bellview where streets and places were fermiliar to me- - I can't say that about Memphis. I'm not even entirely sure whether I was white or Black, but I think I was white. What I remember most about this incarnation was the Music. And also I had an interest in taking up flying. One time however when I was in a small plane the plane crashed and everyone aboard was killed. After that I ended up here. Not literally- - but I mean in the Los Angeles area. Maybe you're all spellbound. Maybe you're looking to call a hot line and get me medical help. I was going to say more. Maybe later. What I want to do is to update you on that "Jim Cooper" life. And I also want to talk about stuff in my life in this body in the mid 'sixties. And also more about Howard. We promised you that.