How I died
I was on a ship sailing to France and it was a pleasant day. They overloaded the boat as was the custom when it was nice weather.
Then far off to the north a small squall was seen by the captain and it was headed directly for us. So the captain tried to make it back to England and shelter but the rising winds blew us far south. We were off the coast of Southampton and being pushed out into the Atlantic so the captain headed north to get to land.
Though the ship was fast the squall was faster. I remember that I could see the peoples faces onshore so it was about three hundred yards when the squall hit amid beam. It was like a broadside of cannons and being top heavy the ship just flipped upside down in about five seconds.
I was in a heavy wool dress with several heavy petticoats. It all happened so fast that I had not the time to even slip out of the warm clothes I was wearing. I was caught under that ship when it turtled, so I went straight down and the bard was history...
..but I didn't stay dead.
My body rolled up on the beach ten minutes later, pushed by the water.
The waves rolled me into shore and probably most of the water drained
out of my lungs as I was left sideways quite dead. Then I started breathing again.*
Twenty people stood around and watched as dozens died which artificial
respiration could have prevented if it had been known. Those that stood
there at the shore said I 'was the last to come back to life'.
Twenty minutes of death took a temporary toll until my brain, in two
years time, repaired itself.
My brain chilled down from the near Arctic cold water that we had during that mini ice age but it did so unevenly. Cold water entered my mouth and chilled it from there too. I had some brain damage but it was unevenly distributed. The damaged part had to deal with organizing my brain mainly.
I rewrote a play I had been in the middle of writing when I died. When the new part was much better than the old part I took it to the Queen.
It was a satire of the Italians, making their leaders all look like fools. Queen Elizabeth read two pages and said: 'You can't write'.
'Yes I can and better than before. You just read it' I told her.
She replied tersely, 'No, I mean that YOU CANNOT write plays. If you release this play it will mean my death, your death and the death of half of England at the hands of the rest of Europe. Italians are always fighting with other Italians but this would make them unite and join in alliance with France, Germany and Spain against England.'
I almost demanded the following of her and was quite upset: 'Well, what can I do now? As a large breasted woman and ex-playwrite my future is quite limited to becoming the slave wife to an Englishman.' I stared assertively at the queen for about 15 seconds before I felt myself crumble inside, then added. 'Well who do you have that is not witless and is both decent and titled?' (All qualities which are found less and less among available men as they get older.)
Cecil' was her reply.
We were soon married.
By the way, I got my way and the play did get produced. It was 'The Twelfth Night'. Here is the summary as found here.
"Shakespeare loved to use the device of mistaken identity, and nowhere does he use this convention more skillfully than in Twelfth Night. Viola, surviving a shipwreck, walks ashore at Illyria, and immediately embarks on a gambit to allow her to make her way in a world of men. Dressed as a man, Viola, now Cesario, insinuates herself into the service of the Duke of Illyria, Orsino. Orsino longs for the love of a neighboring countess, Olivia , who as she is in mourning for the death of her brother, repels his advances. When Cesario (Viola) undertakes Orsino's bidding and gains admittance to Olivia's chamber, she becomes infatuated with the messenger. Viola (Cesario) then falls in love with Orsino. To add to the farce Viola's (Cesario) identical twin, Sebastian arrives on the scene. Sebastian has also survived the shipwreck, although Viola thinks he has drowned." [The play is mostly about obscure aspects of my recovery and my marriage to Robert Cecil. They are unprovable since they are unrecorded in the files of history. Also, this information is of little importance today so I won't bother you with most of the details.]
I was of course Viola. The short term death made me a very vulnerable woman (whereas I had been an assertive, almost masculine and a feminist). As my self confidence returned so did my assertiveness which was Sebastian. In fact there were two people inside of me at that time. I was able to separate myself into my ego, id, etc in the play. Yeah I know, Freud would have had a field day with me but he would not be along for about 300 more years.
*It was the strangest feeling to witness my death in a previous life and I knew that there had to be a purpose. After 4 months I realized I could transmit to her through time just like I receive information from her and actually supply her/myself with life. Tibetans bring back people who have died before their time quite easily really. The Bible is full of those miracles I just had never heard of it being done across time before so I did it.
The Bard thought for 12 years that some mystic far away had done it and assumed I was in India and not in the future. So she exerted the maximum influence she could to help England establish good relations with India so she could reward me. About the turn of the 17th century she figured out she was going the wrong direction but India was opening up by then so her focus changed west to 'reward the American Indian who saved my life' and then in 1607 Jamestown was established and everything else happened after that.
You must have a strong psychic connection to that person since that is how it works, your will then becomes their will for a short time and your command to breath becomes their breath.
Again it can only be done if the death is premature. The person must have things they were to do in that life in order for it to even have a chance of working. It's assisting God. It would otherwise be playing God.
In the bards case she was almost driven mad being hunted by Spanish Assassins to the point that she wished for death and then fell right into it. It was not her time.
For those who like stories here is an appropriate one about a request for bringing someone back to life which was refused. It's supposed to be from early Buddhism:
Purna learned a lot from Asita. Asita, in his last days, built a house at Lumbini and ordered Purna to seek out Buddha when he would give his first sermon in Lumbini. However Purna was arrogant and forgot about it. Eventually he remembered Buddha after he met with a problem which he could not solve. He became a disciple of Buddha.
Purna preferred individual guidance to giving public sermons. There were many stories about him debating the Dharma with great monks of other religions, often winning them over to Buddhism.
There was once a powerful King whose most beloved wife died. The king was so sad that he neglected ruling the country. His officials were too afraid to advise the King to snap out of his sadness, so they recommended him to visit Purna, claiming that Purna could revive the dead. When the king met Purna, Purna broke a branch from the tree. Purna asked, "Dear King, could you bring this branch back to the palace and keep it ever green?" "This is impossible, the branch is detached from its roots, it cannot live again." "Your wife's has exhausted her present life time Karma, hence how is it possible for her to come back alive?" The king realized the truth of impermanence. Purna further advised, "Dear King, you as the king belong to all your citizens, not just your wife. You should love your citizens as you had loved your wife, convert your personal love to broad loving kindness and compassion, then your country will prosper and your citizens will support you."
The king gained wisdom, returned to the palace and buried his wife, reorganized his country, and loved his citizens as if his wife. All the citizens were grateful to Purna. Here
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