I call this one, “Get a free weekend on 1858 match.com today!”

I call this one, “Don’t make me send my bees after you.”

I feel like celebrating. It’s like working for years and finally seeing some results.

My book, Unveiled: Fanny Chamberlain Reincarnated, hit the rank of 20th in Kindle sales in the nonfiction reincarnation genre tonight, as well as 46th in paperback sales in the nonfiction reincarnation genre, and 70th in Kindle sales for Civil War nonfiction! That’s an improvement over the last time I checked! Yay! Happy dance! The last time I checked was January 17. I cracked the top 100 in Kindle sales for Civil War nonfiction books. I was ranked 29th in Kindle sales for nonfiction reincarnation, 78th in paperback sales for nonfiction reincarnation, and 100th in Kindle sales for Civil War nonfiction.

Granted, I’m no bestseller overall but in my genres, I’m doing decently. It’s very gratifying to see some results and that people are interested in my writing enough to put it on their Kindles. Right now, tonight, I’m outselling books about Marie Antoinette, Edgar Cayce and the Myrtles Plantation. Sales ranks change on Amazon every few hours depending on what your numbers are doing, so it goes up and down a lot, but right now I’m outselling big subjects. That kind of blows my mind. I hope my book is helping people somehow, whoever is reading it. That was my goal from the beginning before I ever committed a word to the page.

Writing this book was incredibly difficult for me and I almost backed out of doing it in chapter three, but Jeffrey Keene pressed me to continue. He wrote my introduction once the initial manuscript was finished. If you don’t know who Jeffrey Keene is, you had better read his book, Someone Else’s Yesterday, about his own reincarnation case of being General John B. Gordon in the Civil War. Tonight was my highest ranking to date. I hope this continues, only because my desire is for my story to help other people going through the struggle of involuntary past life memories. I had very little help or support until I was an adult. I don’t want other people to suffer the way I did. That’s why I told my story. Seeing people take it to heart and learn from it is more gratifying than anything.

If you’d like to read the book for yourselves, you can buy it on Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004MDLSUC

I call this one, “Don’t hate me because I’m in color.”

On a cold January day in 1793, a middle-aged man, dressed in none of his former splendor, made his way to the guillotine. They brought him by carriage through hostile crowds to the former Place de Louis XV, named for his grandfather, but recently renamed Place de la Révolution for the new republic. The three guards accompanying him reluctantly allowed him to undress himself, untie his neckcloth, open his shirt and arrange it himself. He met the dreadful day with resigned dignity as he addressed the republican military, the cannons, the drums and the people who had all gathered to watch him die.

“I die innocent of all the crimes laid to my charge. I pardon those who have occasioned my death, and I pray to God that the blood you are going to shed may never be visited on France,” he said to the crowds.

Some say he desired to speak further but a man on horseback in the national uniform ordered the drums to drown out his regal voice. In a fleeting moment, the crowds shouted for his death and he was swept off his feet by the guards and forced under the guillotine’s blade. And so, the blade fell before anyone had a moment to draw in the ferocious scene. So quick was his death that no one accurately remembered if the blade fell once or required a second go at his princely neck. Gleefully, some later claimed quite falsely that a blood curdling scream erupted from his mouth upon his death, but was in fact impossible as the blade would have severed his spinal cord right away.

King Louis XVI died on January 21, 1793, stripped of all his titles. He died a simple man known to the new republic as Louis Capet.

A moment passed as his execution registered. Then, as his headless body was taken away, people came to the scaffold with handkerchiefs to mop up his blood. Gruesome and heartless, the people rejoiced in his death by taking his blood for their own souvenirs. This gourd still allegedly contains his blood.

I call this one, “My ankle brings all the boys to the yard.”

I call this one, “I look like a child bride but my new husband will soon turn up dead. They’ll never catch me because I’m just a child bride.”

I have, literally, a few thousand images saved on my computer from the 19th century into the early 20th century. Something should be done with them, right? And so, 19th century picture of the day was born….

I call this one, “I could end you.”

Do you have friggatriskaidekaphobia? That’s the fear of Friday the 13th. Frigga is the Norse goddess for whom Friday is named and triskaidekaphobia means the fear of the number 13, but did you know that the number 13 is not really unlucky and Friday the 13th is not really cursed?

The superstitions surrounding Friday the 13th did not arise until 1869, according to folklorists. There is a much more recent idea that it was connected to the Knights Templar but it’s probably a modern invention that has no real basis in historical fact.

From Wikipedia regarding theories on the origins of Friday the 13th:

In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve hours of the clock, twelve gods of Olympus, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, the 12 Descendants of Muhammad Imams, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a superstition, thought by some to derive from the Last Supper or a Norse myth, that having thirteen people seated at a table will result in the death of one of the diners.

Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century’s The Canterbury Tales, and many other professions have regarded Friday as an unlucky day to undertake journeys or begin new projects. Black Friday has been associated with stock market crashes and other disasters since the 1800s. It has also been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because, according to Christian scripture and tradition, Jesus was crucified on a Friday.

One author, noting that references are all but nonexistent before 1907 but frequently seen thereafter, has argued that its popularity derives from the publication that year of Thomas W. Lawson’s popular novel Friday, the Thirteenth, in which an unscrupulous broker takes advantage of the superstition to create a Wall Street panic on a Friday the 13th. Records of the superstition are rarely found before the 20th century, when it became extremely common.

Since there is no specific event to inspire the Friday the 13th superstition, it is interesting that somewhere between 17 and 20 million Americans are fearful of that day. Some people won’t even go to work, others won’t eat out, and many won’t even set it as a wedding date.

How do you react to Friday the 13th?

I noticed a new review turned up on Amazon for my book, Unveiled: Fanny Chamberlain Reincarnated. It was so nice and well thought out that I wanted to save it here in my blog. It was tough to publish my reincarnation book but feedback like this makes it worth it.

You can find out more about my book here: http://jessicajewettonline.com/books/unveiled-fanny-chamberlain-reincarnated

Here is the newest reader review:

I am fairly new to the reincarnation concept, and have recently begun exploring my own (possible) past lives. This book gives useful overviews of basic concepts of reincarnation (though there are nearly as many theories out there as there are adherents!), situated within the author’s personal experiences.

Whether or not one believes in reincarnation, the author’s sincerity and humility in presenting her evidence (evidence is NOT conclusive proof, remember) is apparent on every page. The tone is that of one imperfect soul imparting her experiences to other imperfect souls, letting them take from it whatever they will. Many who claim to recall past lives, particularly lives in which they were famous or infamous, tell their stories haughtily, almost defensively; not so with this book.

The historical information was vivid; I could picture the places, the scenes in detail. As for personal details? Jessica’s current life has had its share of heartache, and I found that her hardships, though unique in some ways, resonate with anyone who has been betrayed, gossiped about, disbelieved, or abused in any way.

The overall message I gleaned from this book is that, yes, there is a great deal of evidence to suggest that the soul survives death, and that there is evidence to support the notion of one soul living multiple lives, learning and growing each time as it progresses towards perfection. That message is one of hope: if you make mistakes this time, there will be chances to make up for it in future lifetimes. There will be chances to break the cycles of pain, abuse, missed opportunities etc. Above all, there is the wonderful notion that love – that is, spiritual concern for and attachment to, another soul – never dies. That message needs to take root in every single human heart.