Hate Mail 101

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Sometimes I get some really interesting email. I operate two websites, a Twitter page and a few Facebook pages, so the occasional troll is to be expected, especially when I’m rather public about reincarnation research and paranormal investigation. That’s not always a popular topic among certain types of people. I’m quite used to the usual, run-of-the-mill, “You’re a crazy devil worshiper!” mail bombs that come my way multiple times every month. I delete things like that and pretend like they never happened.

Occasionally, however, there are some rather … erm … interesting emails I get from time to time. The interesting ones tend to ramble and not make much common sense, let alone grammatical sense. I never understood what possessed people to waste the time and energy attacking someone they don’t know – or in this case – multiple people they don’t know and how they choose to express their beliefs. If I encounter a website I don’t like, I just click away from it and move on to something else. Makes sense, right?

Here is an example of a very recent piece of hate mail delivered to my inbox. You might need a map to follow the logic in this one. While the hate wasn’t directed at me per se, it was by proxy because it’s my website.

I have something – ever so – well NECESSARY to say about THIS SUBECT, any MORON who claims to be Mozart reincarnated – especially a woman is a FRAUD,I’m quite sick of people claiming to be he reincarnation of peple they can study – possibly lie-laden historical details of BUT IT IT QUITE SIMPLE, if the GHOST OF SOMEONE IS STILL AROUND then anyone claiming to be the REINCARNATION of the GHOST IS A LYING FRAUD, and Mozarts ghost was seen – in four nations in the seventies, SHE”S TOO OLD to be what she’s LYING ABOUT. he is an inersting ghost, his medium seemed to be a teenager, french-gypsy. due to this fact, people were way more likely to learn more about Mozart’s teenage years. A suspectgerman parapyscholist called Wolfgang was suspeced by some trying to establish the full range of teh event to be the ghost – OR channeling him.

…. Huh?

Yeah, that’s what I said.

I’m pretty sure this email was in reference to the Mozart reincarnation case (click the link) profiled over at Historical Figures Reincarnated, a research website operated by my friend, Nellie, and me. Unlike the lovely person above, I actually know the people involved. I never associate my name with cases that I don’t know for certain to be true. That’s why such hate doesn’t really bother me – it doesn’t change the truth – but I do get a little curious about why people are that way. My uncle thinks I should be a psychiatrist.

What do you do when you encounter such intense negativity? Do you let it seep into your soul and fester like a rotting wound or do you wash it away?

I will certainly get hate mail as long as I’m working publicly in the paranormal field. That doesn’t bother me so much. Delete is the best button ever invented. What does bother me is the fact that there are people so mired down in their own negativity that the only way they know to cope is to lash out at everyone else. It’s always easier to judge other people when you really should be looking in the mirror and examining yourself. Nobody wants to face it when they do wrong, behave unfairly, etc., but that is really the only way to grow and develop a more evolved soul. Of course, in order to become a more evolved soul, a person has to be willing to go through the process of admitting they need to rethink the way they behave and interact with the world. Those who are not willing and seek shelter on the false security of a high horse will always look down their noses at everyone else, even when they engage in the same behaviors they claim that they can’t stand. That kind of thing runs rampant in the paranormal community especially.

What lessons can we draw from this example of hate mail?

We should all take a closer look at the way we respond to things we don’t like, whether it’s behavior, beliefs, etc. If you find yourself responding with either passive-aggressive or direct judgment, consider whether that response is really necessary or not. Everybody is different. Everybody has different beliefs, tastes, lifestyles, manners of doing things, and so forth. What may seem crazy and weird to you is perfectly fine to someone else. Is the behavior or belief hurting you directly? If not, then it’s not your place to pass verbal judgment on another person. The golden rule applies even when you’re an adult! If you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all. Why? Because if it’s not hurting you directly, then being rude and passing judgment is just creating more negative energy around you. Once you get surrounded by negative energy, you can no longer take pleasure in life and you will be alienated from your loved ones because they will eventually retreat in order to protect their own energies. It’s instinctive.

Think about the purpose of your words before you react. The hate mail didn’t accomplish anything except making me stand up for the credibility and integrity of my very dear friends.

Let’s calm our nerves with my beautiful Nettl’s signing voice, shall we?


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>Dressgasm of the Day: Royal Accessorizing

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>I haven’t done this in a while. I profile historical clothing that strikes my interest. Today we have not a dress or suit, but the old French crown jewels. Most of them came from the Napoleonic period following the French Revolution, however, some of them were remade from jewels belonging to the Old Regime. The diamond and emerald tiara belonged to Marie Antoinette’s daughter who wore it as a grown woman long after her mother’s death. I will let the images speak for themselves.

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>Books that made me become an author

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One of my readers asked me not long ago to discuss which authors inspired me to become an author. So, here I am, trying to think of my early life. I began learning to read before I ever entered school. I think some people in my family thought I was going to have a difficult time learning my letters and numbers in school, so my education began very early. I seem to remember still living in Denver when my mother first showed me how to write my name, which meant I would have been 3-years-old at the most. Sesame Street taught me letters and numbers in English and Spanish, while older family members taught me to read English and German simultaneously. Unfortunately, I never used those languages enough and now I only have a minimal understanding of them now. I can get by with understanding the written words but conversational speaking is very difficult.

The first book I ever remember reading was a small, square copy of Cinderella. I don’t know if it was a Disney book or not but I remember that story as one I never tired of and the book soon had to be held together with masking tape. The idea that a girl who came from nothing could rise to something greater was very appealing to me and, truthfully, still is. I will never tire of this story. Early versions of Cinderella go back as far as ancient Greece and spread throughout antiquity, even in China. The story we know today closely resembles stories in Europe of girls named Cenerentola, Cinderella and Aschenputtel, all the same girl but different versions. This story is so old and retold with so many local variants that it has become as mythological as any great story of antiquity.

As I got older and improved my ability to read, I drifted into stories that took place in the nineteenth century because they gave me a sense of home that other stories did not. Of course, I read James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Charlotte’s Web and The Witches like the other kids in school but I never loved them as much as I did the Little Women and Little House on the Prairie series. I can truthfully say that it was Louisa May Alcott’s entrance into my life as the moment when I thought, “Wow, I want to be a writer too.” I still remember reading Little Women in the fourth grade and I even skipped recess for several days because I couldn’t put down the book. I knew nothing about the author herself but the natural narrative voice she used made me feel like I was sitting on her knee listening to her read the stories directly too me. It was a powerful realization that people could create stories that were enthralling and taught new ideas, moral lessons, or showed the way to love someone you never thought you could love. I began writing short stories because of Louisa May Alcott and Laura Ingalls Wilder.

Three authors that have kept me going when I have lacked inspiration or wanted to quit are Lynn Austin, Catherine Delors and Anne Rice. There was a time after my first novel when I took a break from writing in order to enjoy reading again but found myself painfully frustrated with the decline of American literature. I nearly lost all hope and considered not writing anymore because it appeared that no one was interested in reading anything good.

By divine order, I first became attracted to Anne Rice because her narrative voice is so thick and rich with the lyrical quality of the English language. She taught me to appreciate beauty in Victorian horror. Additionally, I came to appreciate Lynn Austin because of her ability to tell a thoroughly engrossing and lifelike historical story without being dry or inaccurate. On a similar vein, Catherine Delors also has the ability to tell a well-researched, fleshed out, interesting, relevant historical story without preaching to the reader. These are qualities that I try to emulate as well.

There you have it – a smattering of the books and authors who inspire me to be an author. I doubt I will ever reach a point in which I will influence new, up and coming writers. I merely write stories that I would personally enjoy and if other people enjoy them too, then that’s just an added bonus!

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