07. April 2016 · Comments Off on The One in Ancient Greece · Categories: NMN. Reincarnation

 

This narrative began with a psychic’s reading.  In her meditation the psychic sees me in a past life as a young servant girl in an ancient Greek setting.

She is wearing a long, simple garment.  Her left arm is paralyzed at an angle as though it were in a sling, and a dish of olives and grapes rests on the crook of that arm.  She is “speaking” with her other hand because she is mute.   She is also deaf.

Nevertheless she is strikingly beautiful.   A prominent man falls in love with her and takes her for himself, after which she lives a pampered life of luxury.

The psychic said that she blew it and she did not give back to the universe.

During the psychic’s vision she hears the song “Green Sleeves” in the background.

The psychic further says that I am to write a book on reincarnation presumably to give back to the universe.

That last part made no sense to me, and I dismissed it as one thing that the psychic got wrong, that is until I got nudged by out-of-the-blue forces.

 

I am unpacking a box of books that I had in storage.  As I pick up an old book, a little card falls out.  I am in the habit of using whatever is at hand to mark the page I am reading.

I remember this card.   This is very old.   It came with a beautiful floral arrangement from a friend of Herb’s the morning after this man came to dinner.

Now that whole evening comes rushing back.

Herb and I have been married for a few months.   As he often does, he calls me before he leaves the office.

Darling, what are our plans for dinner?

We’re having a cozy dinner at home.   I made his favorite chicken breasts flambe̕  in cognac.   This is a dish I concocted just for him.

I have someone here who just came in from California.   He’s an old friend who’s dying to meet you.   Can I bring him home for dinner?

Of course!

From the moment they walk in the door I see that Herb and Lou are close as brothers.   I know that a few years before I came to New York Herb had spent some months in California.   But Herb and I didn’t talk much about the past.  I have never heard of Lou.

The thing is I still don’t know who he is.  I know his name because I see it on this little card.   I have completely forgotten about him until now.

I remember that Lou immediately wants to know everything about Herb and me.  People are still telling the story of how we got married, no doubt embellishing things a bit, and Lou says he is fascinated.

He is so genuinely enthusiastic, as though ours is the love story he thought he’d never see in this day and age, that I don’t mind the very personal questions he asks.

Soon the three of us are talking about how it is with women and men, what is love and kinds of love, what is happiness, what is true and what is possible.   I haven’t been in a philosophical jam session like this since college.

Lou is talkative and exuberant all through dinner and I know it can’t be the wine or the cognac in the chicken.

Well, maybe the chicken.  He liked it so much that he asks for a piece to bring back to the hotel for later.   I wrap it in foil, and he slips it into his suit pocket.

I never saw Lou again.   Maybe the reason I didn’t remember him is that he didn’t tell me who he was.  I knew he had come to New York on business and went back to California.  I didn’t know what kind of business he was in or anything about his family.

 

 

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The message he sent me with his flowers was as exuberant as his mood the previous evening.    Who writes thank you poetry like that anymore?

Who was this fellow anyway?  I do a google search.

 

 

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The photo is of a much older man, but the dates correlate.  Lou would have been 51 when he came to dinner.  He lived a very long life.  He died in 2013, the year I started my blog.

I searched the Internet for more.

 

This is the story of Lou Lesser, as told by himself, his family, and those who call themselves his friends.

(From: The Legend)

Prologue – A-eudaimonia and the hidden a-arete:

A 93 year old man has much to teach us, even if he does not himself understand what we are learning from him.

93 year old Lou Lesser is the Legend of real estate development.

Lou gave his wife, Jeanne, everything, so that she could live a life of luxury without work.

Lou Lesser gave his wife a huge mansion in the center of Beverly Hills to live in.

Lou gave his wife a staff living in the mansion.

Lou gave his wife a housekeeper to clean the house.

Lou gave his wife a cook to prepare any meal she might want.

Lou gave his wife a gardener to take care of the grounds.

Lou gave his wife a nanny to take care of the children.

Lou gave his wife an expense account of effectively unlimited amount to shop in Beverly Hills.

Lou gave his wife a chauffeur to drive his wife anywhere.

Lou gave his wife these things, but she was still unhappy, in fact, more unhappy than before she was given these things, and to this day he cannot understand why.

The ancient Greeks had two concepts in their systems of Ethics, relating to a well lived life, and the Chinese had similar ones.  The Greeks had the concept of eudaemonia and arete.  The Chinese…

 – From an online post by Eric John Diesel who was writing Louis Lesser’s life story.

Then it occurred to me that the song “Greensleeves” which was playing in the background during the psychic’s vision is a lover’s lament.

GREENSLEEVES

(poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500’s.)

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.

Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greensleeves.

Your vows you’ve broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.

chorus

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.

chorus

If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.

chorus

My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

chorus

Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

chorus

Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.

chorus

Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.

Left Arm, Right Arm

 

After many years of clinical experience with patients, Dr. Lowen wrote:

I often point out to patients that our tender feelings are represented by the left arm and hand; our aggressive feelings including anger by our right arm.  Cutting off your right arm by denying your anger would not produce any fulfillment.

             – The Voice of the Body by Alexander Lowen, M.D.

 

The girl in ancient Greece had a paralyzed left arm.

When Herb was a cadet at West Point he fought back against someone in such a fury that no one could stop him.    He saved himself from disaster by paralyzing his own right arm.

 

Edith Speaks

When Edith Wharton was seventeen her mother published a book of her poems.    The following poem puzzled me and still does.  (Emphasis below is mine.)

“A Failure.”

( She Speaks.)

I MEANT to be so strong and true!

The world may smile and question, When?

But what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.
Just one in twenty to the rest,
And all in all to you alone, —
This was my dream; perchance ’tis best
That this, like other dreams, is flown.

For you I should have been so kind,
So prompt my spirit to control,
To win fresh vigor for my mind,
And purer beauties for my soul;
Beneath your eye I might have grown
To that divine, ideal height,
Which, mating wholly with your own,
Our equal spirits should unite.

 

To others I am less than naught;
To you I might have been so much,
Could but your calm, discerning thought
Have put my powers to the touch!
Your love had made me doubly fair;
Your wisdom made me thrice as wise,
Lent clearer lustre to my hair,
And read new meanings in my eyes.

Ah, yes, to you I might have been
That happy being, past recall,
The slave, the helpmeet, and the queen, —
All these in one, and one in all.
But that which I had dreamed to do
I learned too late was dreamed in vain,
For what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.

                                                                                                           – Atlantic Monthly 45 (April 1880): 464-65

 

How did the teenage girl Edith Wharton have these tragic feelings of regret and failure for something that happened so long ago it is “past recall”?

 

Minoan Lady

 

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