THE ROMANS - BOOK 2!
Coming out later in 2014
In this sequel book are speaking:
Emperor Trajan
And others also will be contacted...
Another Hostile Talk With Sulla
I was unable to resist. Sulla was contacted again. Not surprising we spoke in great length, he with his endless accusations that I am a whore, he leant more on calling me not a harbor slut this time, but a temple whore. He feared the wind gods, showed off, thought of his fleet and military sail ships, and talked fondly about his father and about restoring his family name. This time much more hostile even resorting to threats of cutting my breasts and tongue off and feeling a few urges of physically hitting me.
Readers are reminded that in the first book we concluded that women in Rome must not have ever approached a Roman man to talk, unless it meant that she was sent there (by a man) to serve him sexually. Sulla should perhaps not be judged by his behavior, rather we must understand that he feared me since we were talking from a distance, was I perhaps sent by the feared wind gods? It was also unseemly that I as a woman who was clearly a harbor slave or at best a temple whore would approach him to talk about military and politics. Not even a noble Roman woman would have spoken such things, we discover. So my visit is shaking him in his foundations and he defends his esteem.
It's not that he is attracted to me sexually. Rather it seems that if I as a woman approach to talk to a Roman man, they experience it as an equivalent of a woman charging into their arms and kissing and grabbing and almost raping them, that is how they see it, since, women of their time must have never spoken to a man outside of her family unless she was a prostitute or sent to him by her father. So you can see how difficult this makes the interview process. I am a woman, unfortunately.
But Sulla is not attracted to me nor is it his idea to think of me sexually. He tells me I am a really "disdain" woman because my hair is cut short. He also notices I am not nobility. Yet, because I am charging at him (by speaking to him) he has to consider it. He also wonders if I have "claims with him", meaning if I have come to let him know that he and I have a son together, but he tells himself that he is sure he has not been with me before. In this chapter we see another great example of Roman misogyny at its greatest, from one of the greatest men of Rome.
Next time if I ever speak to him again, I should undress myself naked and cover myself with honey and tell him "Here I am, Great Sulla! A temple whore sent to you by my father! Here, let me pour you some of our finest wine, and I have no claims with you as we have no sons together." Sorry, I lost my composure there, it is just frustrating after a hundred of pages trying to talk to him about his military and political life and all he can do is yell out at me "you whore"! I've been very patient with this man. (Why honey? Sulla loved to drink honey out of jugs, he has said. That is why his teeth were ruined.)
House Of Gaius Marius
When I contacted the spirit of Roman politician Gaius Marius I was greeted with perhaps the nicest Roman spirit visitation and with the clearest images given of the city of Rome from him than with any of the others. For a time there, I really felt that I had stepped into the streets and alleyways of Rome!
When I sought out Marius I found myself in the narrow alleyway which lets into his private residence. The large street at the top of the image was laid in either red or white bricks or cobblestones. Some grass grew between the bricks/stones. The street was wide, empty, and surprisingly clean. I expected all ancient streets, like Medieval streets were, to be filled with filth, but the whole city was clean. The street remains perfectly straight and leads to the right to an important political or temple destination. The left is where you come from. There were buildings hugging on either side of the street, without added sidewalks.
The alleys ran alongside the grid pattern of buildings off the main street. The alleys were comfy and small and without bricks or stones laid. The private residences had tall walls all around to prevent any view into the garden or home. I had arrived right at the gate to Marius' private home, and he was standing there with me. What happens next when he thinks he sees me in his alley you will have to read about, but I give you a hint, it involves a prostitute and a delivery of bread from the baker.
Marius assumes that I am a prostitute sent through by his guards. His guards are standing where the X is, so that they have a clear view of the alley across his gate entrance but at the same time not standing too near. I talk to one of his guards, whose name turns out to be Atticus [pronounced A-tii-cuss, not At-ti-cus], which makes another chapter of the book.
Alexander The Great
The pottery maker who was the closest link to Prince Aeneas
Greek Scholar who was the closest link to Goddess Venus
Gaius Marius
Atticus, bodyguard of Gaius Marius
Lucius Cornelius Sulla Felix
