Back From San Jose

While I didn’t get the pleasure of debuting another book, I did at least get the chance over the weekend to be a panelist!  The topic of the panel was on historic fiction and while I had to dodge some questions because “I just remembered it that way” wasn’t the sort of answer that would have helped anyone, over all I did a good job and had a lot of fun.

I sang karaoke for the first time since starting my transition on Saturday Night.  I sang “I Dreamed A Dream” from Les Miserables and actually did OK, for being two years out of practice and my voice being trashed by a nagging cough.

I also got to spend some time with someone from one of the reincarnation forums I post on, who had previously been a German soldier in both world wars.  After a toast and a quick lunch, we made a spur-of-the-moment trip to the Rosicrucian Peace Garden and museum in the older part of San Jose.

While I can’t find any evidence that I had been there (by all accounts Phil had taken RC courses by correspondence) I nonetheless had the intense feeling that I had been there before.  This was compounded by the fact that in the last few years, the grounds of the compound have been transformed into a beautiful palm tree garden.  I can’t help but wonder if the beatific vision Phil had was nothing more than a hazy “memory” of the future.


Interestingly, the RC peace garden had previously featured a statue of Julius Caesar in front of the planetarium (my friend even had a photo of this statue).  When I was there, however, we saw this instead:


A statue of Pythagoras had been erected in place of the statue of Caesar some time prior to my visit.  I cannot find exactly when one statue replaced the other but it seems strange nonetheless.  I’d be tempted to believe that this is a sign that the Empire will not stand before me but that’d just be crazy and grandiose.  Nonetheless, seeing the photo of the statue of Caesar where Pythagoras now stood gave me chills!

The museum was pretty impressive too, though sadly too dark to get good quality photos with my 8-year-old digital camera.  I did get a photo of the outside of this gorgeous building though:


Afterward we went to the Winchester Mystery House, though we didn’t have time to go in (maybe next time I’m down there).  I did get to see it from the outside:


After that, it was time to go to the airport.  I had just enough time to get dinner (which I literally finished in the gangway out to the plane).

I definitely want to spend more time in California soon.  I’d forgotten how much I missed it.


I’ve begun discussing plans for next year’s trip to Ypres in earnest.

Currently, the plan is to visit not just Flanders, but to re-trace both John Harris and William Longespee’s steps.  This will not be particularly difficult to do because the two lived and were active in the same regions of the world for the most part.

Still trying to finalize exactly how many places I’m going to see.  Ypres, Houplines, Salisbury, Shrewsbury, and Hereford are at the top of my list, obviously.  My trip to Ypres will definitely include stops at Bellewaerde/Railway Wood, Hill 60, and Tyne Cot though I may also go to Langemarck as well… I did put a few men in there after all and I feel I owe them more respect than I gave them.

Then of course, I feel I have to go see John’s grave though I have to say the thought of being there brings a lump to my throat.  I still don’t know what I’ll do or say or if I’ll even say anything.  I may just ask for a moment alone under that willow tree and meditate for a bit since that seems the only really honest thing to do.  

Since it’s so close, a trip to Bouvines is also likely.  Those wounds have healed long ago, but the extreme coincidence of being captured and then killed in battle about 700 years and a few kilometers apart has not escaped me.

I would like to go to Ile de Re simply because my memories of Longespee’s twilight days at the abbey there, though sparse, aren’t unpleasant.  I’m also very eager to go to Fontrevaud Abbey to pay my respects to Henry II, Eleanor of Aquitaine, and above all Richard I (wish I knew what became of him in his later lives).  

Ideally, I would like to leave France via ferry from Le Havre since that’s where John disembarked for Flanders.  I guess this is more a matter of ritual than anything and it brings the whole thing full circle.  If time doesn’t allow for that, I may have to make a concession to 21st century realities and catch the Eurostar from Brussels or Paris, but that will give me more time in England.

As for spots in England, I’m not sure if I want to go back to Dover Castle since English Heritage have gone a bit Disneyland on the place but if I do go, I’m probably going to stop in Canterbury since there’s a good chance I had been there as William; after all, as the son of Henry II, it would have been politically adroit to make a pilgrimage to the shrine of Thomas A Beckett.  A lot of this will depend on if I go ferry or Eurostar back to England.

Shrewsbury Castle is an absolute must, since it’s one of several spots relevant to more than one past life.  As Longespee, I was Sheriff of Shropshire and the castellan of Shrewsbury Castle, and it just so happens that the Shropshire Regimental Museum (which houses the archives of John’s regiment, the KSLI) is also there. 

If time allows, I’d like to also see some people and places from my current life that I haven’t seen in nearly a decade.  I’ve got loads of friends in and around London who would be very glad to see me.  I’ve also got a close friend some miles outside of Bristol who I’m very anxious to see again, and another in (I think) Banbury whom I’ve only spoken to online; both of them know about John, incidentally.  

Make no mistake, though, this is mainly a pilgrimage in the truest sense of the word and I can’t say I will be entirely comfortable going back to Ypres and Houplines; I’m going there first so that I can finally let go.  I guess I’ll always be sad for what happened to John and I’ll always have lingering questions as to whether I could have possibly been the same person, but I’ve become so involved in the story and uncovered so many twists that it hardly matters any more.