I Wasn’t A Cathar But…

So far as I can tell, William Longespee was not a Cathar.  There is aboslutely nothing in his biography that would point to anything but a devout Catholic.

Nonetheless, I think I may have crossed paths with this sect in that particular life and that I might have been on friendlier terms with them than most Catholics at the time, owing to a peculiar quirk of history.

Not only was I lieutenant of Gascony for a while- and therefore active in a region of France where the Cathar faith was well-established- but there is evidence that I was involved in a politically-expedient alliance with them.

It turns out that Raymond of Toulouse- a noble from Languedoc who was at odds with the Pope for his relative tolerance of the Cathars- was an ally of King John during his excommunication and his campaigns in Flanders and northern France (the same campaign as the Battle of Bouvines).

Here’s where it gets interesting: Simon de Montfort the Elder was a major figure in the Albigensian Crusade and was involved in the Siege of Toulouse against Count Raymond.  Raymond de Toulouse died in 1222.  In 1225, I was beaten back from a failed campaign to re-take the English king Henry III’s possessions in Gascony (and died shortly thereafter).  Some time after this, Simon de Montfort the younger (son of the above) briefly overthrew King Henry III.  In both cases I served causes opposed to the house of De Montfort and it makes me wonder how the Cathars might have fared had my campaign in Gascony been successful.  Or perhaps I might have been roped into a crusade against them just as easily?  I tended to choose sides carefully and I switched sides more than a few times during that life.

For now I have the relief of knowing that so far as I can tell, my hands were clean of Cathar blood.  I was at worst indifferent and at best, secretly allied with them.  That’s one less thing to regret.


In William Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the title character gives the following soliloquy:

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals!

But while watching a documentary about Gnosticism in the Renaissance, I found the following quote from Pico della Mirandola from his “Oration on the Dignity of Man” (emphasis mine):

I have read in the records of the Arabians, reverend Fathers, that Abdala the Saracen, when questioned as to what on this stage of the world, as it were, could be seen most worthy of wonder, replied: “There is nothing to be seen more wonderful than man.” In agreement with this opinion is the saying of Hermes Trismegistus: “A great miracle, Asclepius, is man.” But when I weighed the reason for these maxims, the many grounds for the excellence of human nature reported by many men failed to satisfy me — that man is the intermediary between creatures, the intimate of the gods, the king of the lower beings, by the acuteness of his senses, by the discernment of his reason, and by the light of his intelligence the interpreter of nature, the interval between fixed eternity and fleeting time, and (as the Persians say), the bond, nay, rather, the marriage song of the world, on David’s testimony but little lower than the angels.

Now I grant you, Shakespeare (whom I am satisfied by the evidence was one person and not a shared pen name) was writing from within the milieu of Renaissance humanism which was directly influenced by writers like Pico della Mirandola, but the way Hamlet’s soliloquy paraphrases Pico’s talking points about the human race makes me think Shakespeare was directly familiar with this text.

I looked around briefly but I seem to be the only one who has noticed this.  If someone else has found a similar connection I’d love to read their work on the subject.

Present Life Update

Sorry for the long hiatus everyone!  After finishing a very stressful penultimate term before graduation, I spent a couple of days hardly able to get motivated to do anything, except do a bit of trifling work on an unpublished realistic novel I wrote in 2010 based on my experiences in London.

I’ve made the bold decision- since this particular novel already had facts about my experience in London that I later discovered were related to past lives- to work it into a more complex story based on a fictional account of my last several lives.  As for the original text of the story itself, it will be largely recycled.  Most of the changes I make will make it more true to what actually happened in London; for instance, in the original story I went to Paris instead of the New Forest during spring break 2005, but the New Forest story adds some much-needed substance to the novel. I can write about that honestly because I was actually there at around that time!

Maybe this blend of realistic picaresque and supernatural freakout themes- something I was trying to achieve in my previous life with “VALIS” but didn’t quite manage to pull off- will at last do what I set out to do as a writer a lifetime ago.  I can only hope.

Still, work is going slowly and I’m in rough shape emotionally because I don’t know what to expect after graduating or how I’m going to do in the last classes of my Bachelor’s program after 12 long years of struggling to finish a degree.  There were many points in my life where I almost ended up a dropout again, just like I was in my last life, and I am so glad I still have this chance to make up for missed opportunities.

I’m also hoping to get disability for my anxious disposition.  My anxiety is a lifelong condition that has made earning a living of any sort painfully difficult, and though this might change for me in 2 or 3 years now that I’ve started getting my life back together, I need time to finish sorting myself out.  Worsening my anxiety is the relative difficulty of getting benefits (people who think it’s easy have obviously never applied) and the prospect that wartime austerity budget cuts to fund our upcoming war with Iran (you know that’s what they’re planning) might make this much-needed help entirely out of my reach.

All in all, everything’s holding in stasis, prepped for either a precipitous freefall or a gentle landing after June.  I could end up reliving the past in miserable repetition or I could finally lighten my karmic load and achieve my unrealized goals of writing generation-defining novels like Kerouac and Pynchon did while earning a master’s in medieval history.  In between there are so many varying shades of success and failure that I cannot fathom what my choices will bring me.

I hope it’s good.  I deserve a break.


Today I went to talk to a career advisor about grad school and she threw me one hell of a curveball.

She strongly suggested I consider applying for a scholarship program to go to Cambridge. This is the first time anyone in an academic setting has told me I was Cambridge material.

I don’t know what to think. It’s a highly-competitive scholarship and I’ve honestly got nothing to lose by applying (I’ve been shooting for the moon a lot lately) but what if I actually get accepted? I’ve started to really get settled here in the Northwest US.

Don’t get me wrong, I love England immensely. I consider it a spiritual home and part of me is overjoyed at the prospect of returning to study at a prestigious university. Still, I have friends here, and I find that the Northwest is a very special place for me, like no place I’ve ever known, culturally somewhere comfortably between middle America and Northern Europe and climate-wise just right for when I’m missing the drizzly temperate English weather.

Also, it can’t be like it was last time, in 2003. I have pets. I have a nice car. I have a fiance, an actual long-term relationship with someone who loves me tremendously. I’ve tried managing the transatlantic lifestyle with all that is precious to me an ocean away and it’s more than I can bear now, at this point in my life; maybe if I was still 19 and filled with the spirit of carpe diem I could do it without hesitation, but I’ve had my reality check. If I were to relocate to the UK even temporarily, I’d have to consider taking as much of my life with me as possible and that’s a tremendous challenge.

There’s still time to think about this. There’s every chance I might not even be accepted and I’d be through agonizing over it once and for all. On the other hand, I could be set for life if I get into a school like Cambridge, and it would do my heart good to stand on English soil again, but life is complicated and offers no simple answers.

I had never given this any serious thought. I don’t know what to do or think about this.

100 Years Ago Today

The 2nd Battalion King’s Shropshire Light Infantry – Billets in Dickebusch

The 27th Division bombarded the German trenches facing its left section between 7 a.m. and 6 p.m., and later that evening the Battalion relieved the 4/R.B. in trenches 13-18 covering St. Eloi. 1 man killed and 4 wounded.


7466 Pte. Henry Ernest, Jones, the Son of R. and C. Jones; husband of Mrs. E. A. Jones, of 20, Park Rd., Cwmpark, Treorchy, Glam.  Born St. James, Hereford

Enlisted at Hereford into Special Reserve early September 1914 and would have been posted to 3rd K.S.L.I.  Landed in France on 18/02/15 and posted to 2/K.S.L.I.

K. in A. 09/03/15 aged 31 Buried in Voormezeele Enclosure, No. 3. (I.A.I).

Info. from 1914-15 Star Medal Roll, M.I.C., Soldiers Died & C.W.G.C.

A Major Twist

It seems that, reading through the back posts on that facebook blog I mentioned yesterday, I may have come across a piece of information that changes everything.

For the last 2 1/2 years I’ve assumed that my identity during WWI was one John Harris, and that’s still the theory I have the most evidence for.  However, in a list of soldiers arrived in France around the same time as John, there was another entry:

6660 Pte. Albert, Harris, Posted to 2/K.S.L.I. (Wounded)

Some of you may recall that I found a headstone requisition from the Commonwealth War Graves Commission website that listed John’s brother Albert as the next of kin.  Here, we have an Albert Harris that arrived in France with John, but was later wounded.

What I don’t know yet is if this is my Albert, because if it is, it opens up the distinct possibility that I was not John Harris, but Albert Harris, his brother.  This might explain why I recall standing at John’s grave.  If I discover that John’s brother did indeed serve in the KSLI Second Battalion and did indeed get a blighty one and survive the war at home, then this answers so many questions like my lingering suspicion that I lived a peaceful civilian life in England during the interwar years and perhaps even into the 1950s or 60s.  I have not had any confirmed memories of this era, but when I see films made or set in England during this period, or objects in use from those times, it feels so right.

However, if I was Albert, that would pretty much destroy any chance that I was Philip K. Dick and strangely, I’d be fine with that.  I’ve already proven that I can play the same games he could and it would let me off the hook about coming clean.  It would become nothing more than an amusing anecdote about the time I thought I was Philip K. Dick in a previous life and I turned out to be a wounded Tommy who died of old age around the time Phil was writing “Man in the High Castle.”

On the other hand, isn’t it weird that Albert’s service number is 6660?  I can’t help but think there might be some significance there given the weird synchronicities that have come up in this project.  666 in the Bible is, as far as I can tell, a code in Gematria to designate the name “Nero Caesar.”  Just the way I feel about that makes me think perhaps I was right about being Phil after all.

Nothing’s done yet.  Unless I can prove that Albert lived long enough to have visited John’s grave when the tree next to it had grown to a mature size, I still have more reason to believe I was John and everything that followed.

An Excellent Discovery- 2 KSLI Troop Movements!

I’ve discovered a blog that posts the troop movements of the KSLI every day on the 100th anniversary, so now I have no excuse not to have at least one post per day.

Some things I’ve discovered:

*I would have been posted to the battalion around 13 February, 1915 after only about a week in France.

*The names of the men who arrived in France around the same time I did (most or all of whom were posted to the Second Battalion).

*I would have been billeted in Flanders from relatively early on, at various locations.

*I spent a good bit of time around St. Eloi, more than I had realized.

Today’s post had the following information:

100 years ago today-7th March 1915

The 2nd Battalion King’s Shropshire Light Infantry – trenches 13 to 18 covering St. Eloi.

Two men killed and three offices and 9 other ranks wounded before being relieved by 4th R.B. On relief the Battalion marched to billets at Dickebusch.


8983 Pte. Joseph, Pritchard,

Born Crewe, Ches
Resided Manchester, Lancs.

Enlisted Chester about late May to early June 1908

Landed in France on 21/12/14 with 2/K.S.L.I.

K. in A. 07/03/15

Buried in Voormezeel Enclosure No. 3 (I.A.3).

Info. from 1914-15 Star Medal Roll, Soldiers Died & C.W.G.C.


13806 Pte. William, Bamber, the Son of Abraham Bamber; husband of Agnes Bamber, of 15, st Clement St., Furthergate, Blackburn.

Born Great Harwood, Blackburn, Lancs.

Enlisted Blackburn, Lancs. between 10th & 28th September 1914

Landed in France on 18/02/15 and posted to 2/K.S.L.I.

K. in A. 07/03/15 aged 36.

His name is on the Menin Gate Memorial.

Info. from Victory/British Medal Roll, Soldiers Died & C.W.G.C.

May have been related to 13816 Pte. Edward Bamber.


Wounded :-

Captain W.J. Brooke, of Haughton Cottage, Shifnal, Shrops.?

Lt. Geoffrey, Holman, of Wynerstay, Putney Hill, Surrey.

2nd Lt. Anthony Cyprian Prosper, Biddle-Cope, of London