Archive for October, 2013
Dear Readers to Marceau (the official blog site for Marceau the historical fiction novel),
I recommend highly you access my blog directly via http://mauricemarceau.net. The postings and my replies are easier to read! If I do not get to your reply please bear with me! And you all need to be reminded that we are currently under a mercury retrograde until November 11th. For those of you who read my novel, you know I have a penchant for astronomy via my character Maximilien (Max).
Thelma Benison, Author of Marceau e-book available on Barnes and Noble.
“Oh, Spirit is the name that you call upon me, eh? Well…I see we are in need of an introduction. My name is Asmoday!,” demanded the daemon with his webbed feet and serpant tail stomping the floor in protest.
“The medieval grimoires of magical sciences requires quite a bit of study and knowledge that I see you very much lack…and yet… and yet…I find myself in the presence of a human who is not only a genius…that has proven himself as a magus as well. Well, well, well….the gift of ancient magic does indeed run in your veins, I see,” said the daemon.
Max said nothing.
“Max. You realize that if your father asks you to join him in all his business affairs, you do realize you have the power to change the outcome of events even before they happen? You realize you could order the daemons to take care of your father’s enemies, do you not?,” asked Alex.
“Why no, grandpere. That was not in my line of thinking at all,” said Max.
“Well you can. You can ask any of those daemons to find the enemies to your father and order their killing,” said Alex.
“I am not certain I would want to do that, Grandpere. I am not in the frame of mind to ask for the death of anyone’s enemy. I rather let that to fate,” said Max.
“You still have your innocence. I can tell by your answer. One day, son, you are going to get angry at the injustice by others and when that day comes…watch out world!,” said Alex.
“Well…would the ordering of a killing be considered murder by proxy?,” asked Lucien.
“I do not care how you look at it. There are times when justice comes too slow. It can take many many years,” said Alex.
A Wolpertinger is a small rabbit-like looking animal known in Bavarian mythology and folklore known to inhabit Bavarian forests. It is a strange looking little rabbit with antlers, fangs and wings. In German/Bavarian mythology, this little creature appears to beautiful women during a full-moon. I happen to use this little creature in Marceau because of its mythological Bavarian past. You will find this little rabbit hanging amongst the tall stone walls at the Marceau’s family main chateau in Bavaria (Chapter Five – Marceau)
“The main hall to the chateau was fully lit and the two grand fireplaces were at a full blaze lighting stone walls long hidden by dark shadows. There were antler heads from moose and deer, a stuffed wolpertinger, mask carvings, and suits of armor from many places throughout the world. There were paintings, sculptures and large tapestries hung on the 20 metered walls that retained the austere and grim feel to the place. The grand table could seat a hundred and all ten candelabras were lit from end to end. The ancient magic to the place was summoned by primeval spirits whose fiery cosmic power governed during Regulus’s occultation with the Moon. Their binding into the bloodline of the Marceau family would bring upon decendants with incredible fame and power over people, money, sex, magic, fire, and the occult. The castle was aligned perfectly within the ecliptic path of the sun during the equinoxes and the solstices throughout the year. Yet the sun’s rays never reached the castle as it was often consumed by damp and fog and the long shadows brought about the trees by the surrounding forest.”
“He is absolutely beautiful!,” said Max as he continued to stroke Zeus.
“Let him smell you and get to know you. Horses do not take long in sizing up a person,” said Alber.
“They have a sixth sense about people. There have been people these horses have refused to be near. I respect their inner wisdom. I find them quite jittery when they come here. It takes them a few days to get used to this place,” said Alber.
“Now stroke the rest of the horses as they expect equal treatment,” said Alber.
“Do you often sleep with the horses?,” asked Max.
“When they sleep in a barn they are not used to, yes. This is their first trip to Bavaria. You can tell I slept with them last night,” said Alber as he brushed off some hay from his hair. “They prefer a warm and well lit barn,” said Alber.
“You need a carriage to reach grandpere’s lodge?,” asked Max.
“Indeed. It is down by the lake. It takes half a day to walk there. Unless you go by boat. If you get a chance to visit, you will notice carriages and horses from the world over. This would be a good time to look at different horse breeds,” said Alber.
“I am not certain I will get that chance. My f….father insists on our not being seen,” said Max. Max was surprised he addressed Maurice as his father.
“Max decided right then to follow through with the texts in the manuscripts. The planetary tables he needed were at university. The manuscripts strictly enforced the use of the rituals during certain hours of the day and night that required careful attention to the phases of the moon and to the risings and settings of the planets as written in the tables he needed. He knew he was out of sync with his planetary observations since all summer he spent with family. He had to get to the university as soon as possible and he knew it was going to be more than a walk across the quadrangle as he was used to. He now had to get used to living far away that any trip he decided upon taking to university would require the use of the carriage as well as its driver and careful planning. He decided to keep the manuscripts in their original form without translation as he wanted to keep this information to himself. One thing he did know. He needed the help of at least one other individual in conducting the planetary rituals.”
Back in the day when interest in the occult was talked about in parlour tables, private dinners and the like, people often expressed the difficulty of the mechanics involved in rituals. By mechanics, I mean, the fasting involved by the executor and the participants , the water (as in a well, or a river nearby), the perfumes (as found in rose oil and other organic substances), the incense, all these in combination with the timing of celestial laws and mother nature. Often, these rituals, were only to be performed at a certain hour every 4 years depending on the celestial path and timing of a certain planet upon its entrance or proximity to a constellation as well as the phases of the moon. Max, like every executor of a planetary ritual, had to prepare himself by going to university and copying the planetary tables provided in the library first. He had to calculate the day of the next full moon, where Jupiter was in terms of its path and calculate when it would enter any part of the constellation of cancer.
“The manuscripts call for me to be within a clearing at the exact time Jupiter first enters the constellation of Cancer. And by my calculcations based upon the tables, that is to occur in the next few weeks despite the timing of any calendar we know of. The planets have their own timetables independent of man’s clocks or world time,” said Max
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Gay relationships carried on quietly in situations where one partner was in a marriage with children — especially in centuries past. Guillaume, my gay character in Marceau, knew how typical it was to love a married man who is quite powerful financially and politically. Guillaume knew his place and his role in Maurice’s life and played it beautifully. Guillaume is a theatre actor who loved to dress up as a woman. Only in Chapter One, you see him walk into Maurice’s bain (bath) with his hair up, wearing his favorite rouge and showing a bit of cleavage. You know I could have revved up that scene more intimately but I held back…knowing this book may end up in a physical format some day. You also see him blow a kiss at Maurice during a toast presentation at the de Roche dinner. Guillaume plays a very strong companion role in this novel throughout. He is my favorite character!
There is nothing new under the sun as the saying goes. I fully realize contractual marriages exist today. The only thing about them, is knowing that you are entering a commitment either in name only or in some cases for matters that concern public relations. Sometimes the situation works out in time and the person you entered this agreement with becomes a real friend. There are times when one person secretly hopes that the relationship will work. That is a wait and see situation. And there will be times when the situation will not work (as in the beginnings to the marriage with Maurice and Vivienne in my novel Marceau). Vivienne knew she was entering a marriage with a gay/bisexual man. She didn’t care. She turned a blind eye to that because she had her own lover(her first cousin) that she was already in a relationship with prior to this contractual marriage with Maurice. So what does she do? Vivienne never goes into relationship mode with Maurice and leaves him to his male companion(s). He had many prior to meeting Guillaume. She benefitted financially…that is for certain. And never did she think twice about leaving her lover. She knew Maurice wasn’t into sexual relations with her (only enough to produce a son). And Guillaume (Maurice’s companion) was not a threat to her in the least emotionally or physically. She felt more respected by Guillaume and Maurice’s male companions that she did with having another woman. Why? In Vivienne’s case (per her character role in this novel), Vivienne felt more “safe” knowing Maurice was with his male companions than having another woman bear him another family. To Vivienne, another woman was more of a threat because of Maurice having another son or daughter elsewhere. She knew Maurice with all his money and strong political grip could pay his way towards getting divorce as true possibility in France. That Vivienne is something else…let me tell you! I can picture Angelina Jolie as Vivienne…