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Edward and the Twisted Queens


Edward and the Twisted Queens

Copyright Roy Askham 2011-08-22

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my wife Heather for her unending support, encouragement and also her invaluable knowledge of historical people and events.


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Prologue This is a story of a man who has a burning desire to evolve at a spiritual level but at the same token he cannot control his sexual desires which he believes may possibly delay his spiritual progress. He has mild masochistic tendencies, but he is not prepared for the strong sadistic torments of Queen Anne of Scotland who is suffering from a multipersonality disorder. The story is set in Medieval Scotland in 1570. The character “Queen Anne of Scotland” is the fictional Scottish Queen who is in power at the same time in history as the real “Mary Queen of Scots”, however, the story of Queen Anne is not meant to depict the true story of Mary Queen of Scots in any way. The story of Queen Anne is purely fictional.


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Contents Chapter 1

A sad farewell

Chapter 2

The Road to Edinburgh

Chapter 3

A Royal appointment

Chapter 4

The quick change act

Chapter 5

An old flame

Chapter 6

Queen Anne of Scotland

Chapter 7

The escape artist

Chapter 8

The construction begins

Chapter 9

The eccentric Aristocrat

Chapter 10

The thrill seekers

Chapter 11

The Quantum Code

Chapter 12

The Stalker

Chapter 13

The Guillotine beckons


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Chapter 1 - A Sad Farewell

Edwina’s Diary: Sunday 27th November 2011 Dear diary, something incredible has just happened! I have received some answers to the questions I have been asking myself all my life. I have been wondering why I have the nature and disposition that I have and thinking that I must be some sort of sexual freak; But now I understand why I have these traits. I awoke very startled! My “out of body” experience was significantly more lucid than any other precognitive experience I have ever had. The others were merely confirming that I could survive without my physical body, but this one was surreal. From my vantage point, I could see my last incarnation unfolding in explicit detail in the form of Edward. I was receiving answers to questions I have been asking since I was a woman in my mid-twenties. I am now thirty eight. The scene I have been witnessing commenced on Sunday the 27 th November 1569. I was absolutely flabbergasted when I noticed that the date on the top of the page of my diary was Sunday 27th November 2011. So far I have learned why I have a submissive and kinky nature and why sex is on the top of my list of priorities. It’s because I have drawn some of Edward’s traits into the twenty first century.


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It would be good if I could talk to him and ask him directly about these traits, but I can’t. It seemed a bit strange though because I was actually in the same room with him watching him from up close; although I have learned that “the astral body” which is the body that is used when out of the physical, is really just like a ghost, and a ghost can’t normally be seen. At first I thought it must be the difference in “time” that was stopping communication, but according to the books I have read, time is an illusion; the last moment has passed and the next moment is still to appear, so the only thing that is real is the present moment, and even that can’t be measured. Anyway, I can’t speak to him, but I am still learning a lot about his sexual antics and they seem to vibrate on a similar scale to my own. There was not much as far as sex was concerned that was out of bounds for Edward. He was also a very spiritual person but sometimes he worried that sexual gratification might slow down his spiritual progress. When I arrived today, I realised that I could read his mind and I knew that he was feeling very horny and he didn’t expect Joan back for a while. Being very kinky, he had ventured into Joan’s bedroom. He was going through her cupboard and sorting through her dresses. I could even smell the camphor drifting through the clothes. There was also a sort of musty smell. I think it probably needed airing out. It was the only thing in the room that hadn’t been touched; the rest of the bedroom had recently been renovated. When I say the room had been renovated, I should first of all say that this house was not really typical of the normal run of the mill house of the Sixteenth Century; there were a lot of houses that were really run down and the peasants really lived in houses that were more like old shacks, but Joan was very well off and in general she lived much better than most women of that era. This small cottage had heaps of old world charm and a pleasant atmosphere, it feels very homely and I really enjoy being here. I must say


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that I feel really privileged that I have been able to visit the era of my previous incarnation. She had done a fantastic job in the bedroom and she had done it all herself. It reminded me of a film I had seen titled “Elizabeth” which was set in the Sixteenth Century. The film people had done a really good job because some of the set was virtually identical to Joan’s bedroom. Her husband, who had died two years previous, was a builder; he obviously taught her how to do these things. He had also left her a heap of money; she had all that she needed, which is virtually un-heard of for a woman of this time. The ceiling and walls were lined with dark stained hardwood boards. She had a four drawer cedar dresser. On the top, was a porcelain bowl with a water jug for washing; it had been fairly spectacularly hand painted. Then she had this large four poster bed; there were a couple of rugs on the hardwood floor along with some scattered cushions; the room looked really good. Edward picked out the prettiest dress he could find and dropped it on the bed. He stripped off and put the dress on. It was far too tight for him and was virtually bursting at the seams. His cock was pushing it out at the front, but that didn’t worry him, it was the feeling of the dress that turned him on. He settled down on the bed and started to masturbate. Watching him masturbate was making me feel horny all over again because I realise that it is my former self that I am watching. But guess what? Here comes trouble, I could see Joan walking towards the cottage; it was nestled amongst some willow trees on the edge of the river Wharfe in Wetherby, West Yorkshire. By the way Edward had even been there on a few occasions swimming around; naked of course. He was a bit of an exhibitionist; he would stand on the river bank and masturbate; he didn’t want to get caught but it was the risk factor that turned him on; he got a thrill out of living dangerously. He was very kinky, but he was not a pervert; I mean the type that would go around stalking women or kids or anything, he was just highly sexed.


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Edward always loved to be around women; as soon as he was, his submissive behaviour came in to operation; he liked to be dominated by women. When I say submissive, I only mean as far as women were concerned, he wasn’t like that around men; whereas being a woman, my own submissive nature only comes in to operation when I’m around men. He was also heterosexual; he didn’t have a Gay bone in his body. Joan was struggling with her basket a bit, I think she had too much in it, things were falling off the top and she was only just managing to hang on to it. Before I go any further with Joan; I must state, that a Sixteenth Century wench would normally have had no power or freedom, they were mainly under the thumb of men, but in Joan and Edward’s case, she was the one who wore the pants because that’s what Edward wanted, he wanted to be under her thumb, it complimented his submissive nature. Now, this is where the fun begins. Joan is at the door; she’s thinking, what a surprise for Edward, he won’t expect me home this early; first thing I’ll do, is put the pot on. Clack! Goes the door latch and Edward the poor bugger, jumps right out of his skin as the door which needed oil on its hinges, creaked open. His heart was racing at one hundred miles an hour. He was absolutely horrified and deeply ashamed but not just because he had been caught but because he didn’t want to offend Joan either. He thinks, she’s a nice wench, why did I have to do this and cause her anguish; she’ll be very upset and confused. Oh, one more thing; it’s incredible, I can also read her mind. Joan is a very nice woman; compassionate and always wanting to help anyone in need, but she has been known to lose her temper. She enters the doorway and she can see right through into the bedroom. She is absolutely frozen to the spot, she cannot move one inch, all she can do, is stare at Edward. Poor thing, she was confused and horrified. A chill ran right through her as her shopping basket splits and everything drops on the cobbled floor.


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She desperately wonders about her choice in men. What have I done? Letting myself become involved with a man like this, she nervously thought. She was absolutely speechless and very nervous but with a quiver in her voice and trembling at the knees, she manages to say in her Yorkshire accent: “What the 'ell yer doin` Edward?” She had a disgusted look on her face. Trying to talk down the situation and putting on a brave face, he replies in his stronger North Country dialect: “Now don’t tha be worryin’ non about me Lass, cos nowt 'appened.” “Nowt ‘appened! Shit, ya could’ve fooled me. Yer standin’ there wi’ ya cock pointing at me! From where I’m standin’, ya look like some kinda sexual pervert an' ya say nowt bloody ‘appened.” She was just about in tears as she started to pick up her shopping from the floor. “Tha knows a’m bloody not – tha obviously ‘aven’t been listenin’ t’ me.” As I watch them argue, it seemed to me that Edward was trying to turn the tables a bit and put some of the blame on Joan. “When ‘aven’t I been listenin’ t’ ya? I allus listen t’ what ya say.” She was annoyed that she was getting some of the blame for what was happening. “When I told tha that I thought I was a wench in me last life.” “What the ‘ell 'as ya last life t’ do wi' it? I find ya ‘avin’ a wank in me dress an’ ya blame ya last life for it. By the way, that’s me best dress you bloody moron!” “Shit! If tha calms down for just a minute, I’ll explain it all again.” “Go o’ then start explainin’.” “Well, I can’t jus' start immediately - I need time t’ gather up me thoughts.” “Ya’r right about that - I doubt ya’d convince me of owt while ya’r wearing' that bloody dress. I’ll go an' put pot on an’ 'opefully I’ll calm down.” She could feel her heart racing and her blood still boiling. I’ll tell you something else; I couldn’t see any steam coming out of her ears but I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had, she was livid. As she headed for the kitchen, she glanced through one of her windows. It’s a bit cold in 'ere, she thought as she slammed it shut


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causing the glass to vibrate in the framework. The window normally provided a fantastic view over the green fields of the Yorkshire countryside but all she could see today, was rain. Wish this rain would stop, 'ave t’ go outside in a minute, although that’s least o’ me worries; she thought. She angrily poked the log fire that had been smouldering all afternoon; the logs redden and crackle into life. In the mood she was in, they had no choice. Grabbing a cast iron pot from a nearby shelf, she angrily thinks, what the ‘ell is goin' on wi' ‘im? I never imagined ‘im t’ be that type, can`t believe a've been seein’ a man who thinks ‘e’s a bloody wench, what on earth is goin' on in ‘is head? Maybe he really isn`t the man I was thinkin’ he was. She finds herself outside and shivering before she realises it is still raining and cold. Wish I’d grabbed me wrap, she thought, as she dashed a few steps to her old rusty water pump that was leaking and forming a muddy puddle, which she now has to navigate to avoid getting her feet wet. First him, now this bloody shit. She grabbed the pump handle which was freezing cold and briskly pumped but alas, no water only a gurgle except for drips of water dropping from the end of the frost covered handle. “Fuckin’ 'ell!” she shouts out loud. “Well this is typical of today’s fuckin' shit.” In a rage, she pumps harder and harder. Splash! Water gushes out soaking her dress. “Shit,” she cries as she quickly fills the pot. Running back into the kitchen, she splashes water everywhere as she slips and slides in her muddy shoes and quickly slams the kitchen door. Calm down, I’m not normally like this, what’s wrong wi’ me? She thought as she looked back to see mud on the floor. And then I knew it was going to happen; she bursts into tears and drops down on the floor, where she sits for two minutes. Poor woman, she was in a terrible state. As I watch my past life, I feel very privileged and astounded, not only can I hear and see them, I can read their mind. I would have never believed that such a thing would be possible, but for a few hundred years now, over several incarnations, I have been having prophetic dreams and out of body experiences.


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I can see now that Joan is slowly regaining her composure as she hangs the pot on a hook above the fire. She grabs and stirs a bowl full of stew made from various types of vegies that she had prepared earlier which was too thick and needed watering down and warming up. Edward enters the kitchen in his own clothes and sits down at the kitchen table. “Well I must say, that looks better; broth'll be ready in about fifteen minutes,” she said as she forced a strained smile and thinks, this 'ad better be bloody good. “Ta. Can ya gimme a chance t’ go through it all before tha says owt?” “I’m all ears.” I can’t wait; she thought impatiently, as she warmed herself in front of the fire and tried to dry her clothes at the same time. “It may tak' a bit o’ time!” Edward was a bit worried that she may not have the patience to listen to everything he had to say. “I’m not goin’ anywhere so why don’t ya get started?” “As I said before, I -” “Ya mean when I wasn’t listenin’?” “Please gimme a chance.” He’s frustrated and thinks, shit she’s in a sarcastic mood but here goes. “Sorry, go on.” “As I said before, I believe that the life we’re livin’ now is not the only one we experience; we need other lives also so that we can evolve at a spiritual level. We need heaps an’ heaps of different experiences and – “ “And you were a wench in ya last life!” “Can I just finish?” Joan is now warm and dry. She is in a bit of a sarcastic mood. She stirs the broth that is near the fire “ouch that was hot,” she cried as she touches the side of the pot on the hook; “it’ll be ready in a coupla minutes; sorry keep goin’.” “As ah was sayin', we need t’ have a lot o' different kinds of experiences so that we can evolve, for example: say for instance I wa’ a murderer in a previous li -” “I hope you’re not gonna tell me that as well?” she answered with a smug smile.


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“Indeed I’m not, but say I was – just for arguments sake. Because we are slowly evolvin’, when we are born again, we are normally a slightly better person than we were in our previous life. This is cos at the time of our death and upon enterin' the afterlife, we can be shown the error of our ways if we wish, by higher evolved beings, and nearly always make a decision to be better when we are re born. “I may not be a good person when I’m re born but I’m possibly not gonna be a murderer. Our decision t’ be a better person is somehow imbedded in our subconscious in the form of a blue print which we draw on intuitively.” “But Edward, what has this t’ do wi’ dressin' up like a wench?” We haven’t got very far, she felt. “Gimme a minute Lass, I’m comin' t’ that. We have t' experience every possible situation in order to evolve, in other words: we need t’ experience bein’ both sexes - we also need to experience being perhaps homosexual for example and – “ “Oh shit, now ah understand, ya’r a homosexual an’ ya play the part of the w -” “Bloody hell fire! No I aint, an' no I don’t. I couldn’t look at another man that way but I’m tryin' to give tha some examples Joan.” He is irritated. I wish she’d stop chippin’ in an' just let me finish. “Sorry, go on.” Joan is a bit calmer and listening. “Well, I just ha’ this feelin’ that maybe I wa’ a wench in me last life cos it arouses me to wear wench clothes: wha' other reason would I wanna to do it?” He ponders: there could be no other reason, “but it turns me on when I do, I can’t help it, I was born like this. “Don’t get me wrong, I aint obsessed wi' it, it’s just another game I play, like the games we play together.” She actually listened to what I had to say an’ without chippin’ in, he felt. Joan is calm now and listening, although she still has many questions and some reservations about what Edward means exactly, but she is becoming more interested in the reincarnation subject and thinks, maybe he’s right, maybe it actually is – summat t’ do with his last life. She had thought many times about her own spirituality and the meaning of life and death. “I suppose that now ya’ve explained things in a bit


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more detail, I understand it a bit better but there’s summat I don’t understand?” She ambles over to the kitchen bench and pours the hot water into the pot of broth and gives it a good stir then ladles it into two metal bowls. “What’s that luv?” “Here’s your broth.” “Ta.” “Well, if we’re all evolvin’, why doesn’t the same personality that we had previously, reincarnate an’ continue in us where it left off an’ why don’t we remember who we were?” “Well, look at this way; I suspect that when someone dies, the personality that is embedded in the soul, leaves the body an’ then goes on into the afterlife and – “ “So the personality still exists and does whatever it wants in’t afterlife?” “Ay indeed but let me continue.” “Please go on, I’m intrigued.” “At the time of our re-birth, the same soul we had before re-enters the body with all its existing traits, talents, characteristics and mannerisms. A new personality is created in us from the family inheritance we now have, an' in the new life, we can utilise any of the old aspects from our previous life. “This is why a person may be especially talented when very young, it’s cos the old talents are drawn on sub-consciously by intuition. All the same aspects are still there in the archive of the great sub-conscious mi – “ “Ah, now ah see; what ya sayin’, that ya sub-consciously tap inta some of your old wench traits that ya previously had?” “Ay, indeed I does, at least I think I does.” “Also, if we’re all improvin’, surely this is not only done in't afterlife?” she questioned. “No, cos most people are evolvin’ continuously throughout their lives.” “So the old personality is dead?”


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“Not really, it has just evolved slightly and therefore exists in a higher form so to speak; cos it’s now a part of the new personality, but the old personality does not normally remember its past life. It’s like me askin’ you if ya can remember what tha were doin’ when tha were one year old - tha can’t can tha?” Joan shakes her head and he continues. “So consequently, it would be very hard to remember further back still.” “Now I think a’m startin' to get drift o’ what ya sayin'” ”Well, I’m pleased, I have heard though that people ‘ave remembered a part of their last life when under hypnosis when regression is performed on the subject; or in fact, when people have been shown their past lives in lucid dreams. There is also a phenomenon called “Astral Projection”, people have learned how to project their astral body, out of the physical and venture without any restrictions anywhere in the world. I have also heard that when out of the body, a person can travel down a timeline and see into the past ant’ future. I personally have actually left my body spontaneously but I have never been able to do it at will. Edwina shouts in vain: “You are one hundred per cent correct there Edward; I can certainly vouch for the lucid dream bit and the astral projection.” This is frustrating though because I just want to chip in and throw in my two bobs worth. But anyway, he is doing a reasonably good job without me. Edward continues. “In the new life, all the traits are still there and the new personality can draw on them, although, I have heard of instances where instead of just the aspects of a personality returning, the full personality returns but I believe these are rare occurrences.” “I think I understand but go on.” “I believe this is what causes multi-personality disorder where more tha’ one personality inhabits the body. In other words, the evolved personality is livin’ the new life but somehow the old personality breaks through to the surface.” “Ah, now I s – “ “Just a sec luv, otherwise I’ll lose me train o’ thought. It’s as if it hasn’t evolved yet; it has in a sense but for some reason, the old personality seems to split away again.


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“Ah, there’s another thing, before I forget. I have heard that when two souls that have an affinity with each other and are goin' through a life at the same time, that when they pass on, the two can become “one” in’t next life an’ they evolve together but as only one personality.” “That seems a bit strange though because each one would lose its individuality wouldn’t it?” “No, because every facet of each individual one is still there, nowt is lost; the two are now one complete collective consciousness.” Edwina reflects for a moment. Well the mind boggles; I know without any doubt now that Edward was my last incarnation; but the plot thickens; if Edward is right about two people who have an affinity with each other, becoming one personality in the future, then perhaps he is not my only previous incarnation, maybe there is also someone else; I may have been made from two people. If I am allowed to watch Edward over a long period, possibly I will find out. “Where did ya learn all this stuff luv?” She thinks, he seems to know what he’s talkin’ about, he’s a wealth o' knowledge, maybe he’s right about why he feels the need to wear a dress, who knows. “Oh, mainly readin’ an' listenin' to people who know about these subjec - “ “Ya mean ya can read Edward?” “Yes, I am very lucky, I was taught to read an’ write by a wealthy Lord who I did a lot of work for a coupla years back. He spent a lot of time teachin’ me an' in return I did a lot o' work for nothin' for him. But anyway I also believe in my heart, that as people evolve, they become more spiritually attuned an' just become aware o' these things. Also as people develop, they tend t’ develop psychic powers as well.” “So ya’r highly evolved Edward?” “I wouldn’t say highly evolved, no ah wouldn't say that at all Joan; Jesus is an example o’ someone who was highly evolved.” “I thought Jesus was the Son o' God?” “I don’t think so; I think he was just a human being like you an’ me. Jesus is apparently quoted in the bible as saying: “the least of you can be all that I am and more”.”


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“Yer a wealth o' knowledge eh Edward?” “I wouldn’t say that.” He is relieved; phew, I think she twigs. “I’m sorry about before, I shouldn’t have gone off at ya like a mad wench luv - now that ya’ve explained it the way ya have, I think I can understand what ya sayin’ about why ya feel that sometimes ya need to dress up as a wench.” “Don’t tha be sorry non Joan, I musta scared shit outa tha; I’m sure tha wouldn’t have been expectin’ to catch me wearin' a dress, it’s only t’ be expected that tha would go off ya scon at me” Joan puts her arms around him and thinks, he’s not a pervert. “Edward,” she whispers in his ear,“do ya wanna play one of our games?” as she looks at him mischievously. He smiles at her. “So you wanna get ya whip cracking and chastise me for wearing ya dress do ya?” he thinks; I hope so. “Oh Yes I do Edward. I’m gonna to teach ya a fine old lesson an’ I’m gonna make ya wear me dress while I do it.” He thinks, oh, my cock is gett’n hard already. Edward smiles. “I’m in for it now I’d better get ya dress on and do as tha say then.” Joan chuckles. I love this game. “Yes you had better, into the bedroom with ya and be quick about it.” They enter Joan’s newly renovated bedroom and Edward puts the dress back on and waits to be hogtied. Joan removes a bundle of rope from the dresser drawer. “Right ya pervert, ya gonna pay dearly for wearing me dress; stand at the end of the bed spread eagle and facing the bed.” Joan pulls his legs apart and quickly secures his ankles to the bottom of the posts of her four poster bed. She jumps on the bed and attaches two ropes to his wrists and drags each rope over the header board of the bed and pulls them both tight from the other side. Edward has had to lift himself up on to his tiptoes to avoid his arms being stretched too much. “Tha’s stretchin’ me, please don’t hurt me too much mistress.” “Don’t hurt ya eh; after all a’ve gone through today, ya gonna be red raw before I’m done wi' ya.” Joan conjures up an idea. Ah, I know, I’ll


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make him think it’s not a game anymore and that I’m deadly serious. I may have t’ be a bit harder on him but he’ll cope with it. She is excited that he is under her control; she lifts the dress he is wearing and wraps it around his head and picks up the whip. Well she certainly is a Master with that whip; it hisses two or three times like a snake waiting to strike and cracks in the air behind his bare buttocks as Edward cringes. By reading her thoughts, I am aware that she is a skilled horse woman and that Edward is not the only one that gets around naked. Joan has ridden a horse bareback whilst naked. Well you are a sexy little wench aren’t you Joan; you haven’t told Edward about that either; maybe you are a bit of a dark horse. “Right pervert, grit ya bloody teeth, this is no longer a game!” Crack it goes, as it bites into his flesh... “Ouch that stings, ya whore.” “So, I’m a whore am I?” “No, I was just joking, tha knows, like we always joke around in these games.” Edward worries a little, she sounds different to normal; surely she’s not serious. “Well, I don’t think ya were jokin’; not sure what ya mean when ya say “games”.” Crack it bites again, again and again. “Take that ya pervert.” Go on give it to him Joan, he likes it, give it to him hard; you are making me feel really horny as well and I’m only watching. And then something I did not expect happens; instead of just being an observer, I hear a strange noise: whoosh! I am drawn into Edward’s body, but I have no control; how did this happen? He is not aware that I am here: I try to speak, but I can’t: I try to move but I can’t. I am trapped in his body; I can’t get out; I am in here with him. I feel everything that he feels and I know instinctively that it will be the same irrespective of whether it’s pleasure or pain. Besides the fact that Edward is in bondage at the end of the bed, I am also in bondage; in fact I am in double bondage because I am also in the bondage of his body. “Please help me, please let me out” I shout, but no-one can hear; what have I done? “Ouch, that’s too strong,” he yells and thinks, what the ‘ell is she doin’? Some more of his traits have passed on to me in the twenty first


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century. I am also masochistic to a certain extent, but that was too strong for my liking; please let me out, please; I just want to watch; I get a thrill out of that, but the still small voice within, is saying, sorry Edwina, you will not be free just yet. “You must be jestin’; I’ve only just started- in-fact I might leave ya there all night.” Joan threatens. She grabs his penis and says, “Well, it looks like we have a hard cock and stickin' out nicely; I shouldn’t miss should I?” Edward is worried: she has to be joking. Swish, swish and it stings his penis. He jerks back a bit. “Oh hell, don’t that’s too hard!” Joan chuckles, I think that’s enough for now. Edward’s cock springs to life as he contemplates his predicament. Besides being in double bondage, I am also prevented from reading Joan’s mind, and neither of us can see what’s happening because the dress is over his head. “Can ya remember what ya told me about tickling Edward?” “Yes indeed, I can’t stand it.” “And neither can Edwina,” I shout. “I know ya can’t, but guess what?” She tickles him mercilessly under his arms. “Please, stop, stop, I can’t stand it.” She laughs out loud. “I know that’s why I’m doing it and who’s a pretty boy then, wearing a dress.” She retrieves the whip; crack it goes, once again stinging his buttocks. She tickles him with one hand and at the same time, spanks him with the other. Edward writhes from side to side in pain but at the same time, his body is buzzing with excitement. Tickle, crack, tickle crack. “I love this, Edward, do you? it’s making me feel extremely erotic.” She kneels on the bed as she slowly fondles her breasts and vagina for a few minutes. She stands up on the bed and moves up to him and caresses his body and plays with his penis. To Edward's surprise, she thrusts her thighs forward and slowly slides his penis into her wet vagina and then out again and backs away. “But, I wanna give ya me big cock wench,” Edward Pleads. It is very strange, but I Edwina have no worries about being trapped for a


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minute as I literally live my previous life as Edward. I certainly am living it and even though I am a woman, I want to give her Edward’s cock. “Now, don’t start thinking you’re getting any, I’m the one who’ll have the fun,” she teases, as she flops backwards on her bed. Opening her legs wide, she slowly fondles her breasts and vagina. After a few minutes, she starts to moan with ecstasy as Edward and I with the dress still on our head, listen helplessly. Suddenly! She springs up off the bed and spins around once more and rams his hard cock deep inside her and wildly moves back and forth until we all explode in ecstasy. Then! in a split second, I am free again watching from above the bed. Phew, what a relief. A small voice inside me informs me that I was too close to the action and unless I wish to be involved again, I must stay at least seven feet away or I may be drawn back in. The still small voice within explains to me intuitively that the reason I was not warned about being too close was so that I could get firsthand knowledge of my previous incarnation and that if I wish to have a similar experience, all I have to do, is get near to Edward. Wow, this is absolutely fantastic, I mean I am not a man, but I witnessed a man’s orgasm and it was bloody fantastic. I may do this again, if I want to live dangerously, and it would be living dangerously, because I do not know how long I would be held captive. That’s another trait, I have pulled through from Edward, he loves the excitement of living dangerously. Who knows, I may just try it again sometime, as it seems that my lucid experiences are going to be here for a while. I’ve never been so excited about going to bed. They are lying in bed relaxing and catching their breath. “That was absolutely fantastic.” Edward declares as he relaxes. “It certainly was Luv, and boy, did ya squirm.” “Tha certainly had me goin', I thought tha were serious.” “Dear?” Joan sighs. “Yes luv?” “Why do ya have t’ leave?”


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“Well, as I explained t’ ya before; since my father told me all about Scotland and the Scottish when he was fightin' against ‘em in’t war, I always had a yearnin' to go. “Another reason I was intrigued about Scotland – was due to havin’: what I call - a pre-cognitive and very lucid dream just over two weeks ago in which it seemed that at a time in the future, that I would be livin’ in Scotland and that I would have summat t’ do with the royalty there. “I know it sounds ridiculous but I’m fairly certain that it was what is termed as “true dreaming” and somehow I knew that I would be there, I could see a lot of my future life. “Besides the dream, I do feel summat inside like a sixth sense that seems t’ be drawing me there. But Joan, we have talked about all o’ this before an’ why I wanted t’ go an’ I thought we had agreed that I was definitely goin’.” “I know, but I don’t want ya t’ leave.” “I know ya don’t but we ‘ave gone through this about ten times ‘aven’t we? I mean I did tell tha about it the first day I met tha two weeks ago, and even though ya knew I was goin', ya still wanted to see me. I knew this would ‘appen.” “I know ya told me, but I thought maybe after we got the relationship going a bit that ya might change ya mind.” He is baffled. I don’t understand wenches. “But with all due respects to you I did ask tha if tha wanted t’ come wi’ me and ya said no: so it’s not just me, you have a choice in all of this as well; actually, why don’t ya come Luv?” “I can’t Edward, I’ve been here all me life - my roots are here an’ I ‘ave a lot o’ friends also; I couldn’t leave all o’ this.” “But it just depends what is more important t’ ya don’t it Joan? If ya wanted t’ be wi' me more than your friends, you would come wi' me.” “That’s no’ really fair, I can’t play one off against tother.” “Dear, why don’t we try summat?” He thinks of a plan. “What Luv?” She answers hoping there is still a chance. “Well, they reckon


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absence make the heart grow fonder. if I can’t stand t’ be without you, I’ll come back and if you’re missing me heaps, then you come t’ me.” “But Edward, Edinburgh is a long, long way for a wench travellin’ alone an’ especially with the danger involved.” “You know what I’ve said before Joan; there’s a reason for everything that happens an’ if we are ultimately supposed t’ be together, then somehow we will be.” “Only two days left now; we’d better make the best of it.” Joan sighs as she wipes a tear from her eye. “Dear?” He is just about to drop a bombshell. “Yes Luv?” “Unfortunately, we won’t have that much time together now. I need to organise supplies for me trip an’ get cart loaded so that I can leave early o’ Tuesda’ mornin’, plus I have to clean out me room at the Inne an’ get rid of the rubbish.” “God, there’s no time left at all.” Joan sighs again. “I’m sorry, I really am.” “Never mind, I know ya have t’ go. When ya get rid of your rubbish, could ya please throw out a bag of old clothes for me also?” “Sure.” He is thrilled, maybe I won’t throw ‘em out, maybe I can use some of ‘em. “Edward, I’m gonna miss you so much.” “I’ll miss you too Joan.” She wonders, why the ‘ell does he have t’ leave? She is forty years of age and is desperate to meet a nice man and get married before she is much older. Joan had previously been married and was devastated when her husband had died. I can’t seem t’ win. Why can’t I meet a nice man who wants t’ stay with me, why do these things keep happenin’ to me? I just want some romance in my life. On Tuesday morning 29th November 1569, Edward rolls up to Joan’s cottage at 6am with his horse and cart. It was cold and damp and the frost lay all around, clinging to everything for dear life as long as it could before the sun appeared to burn it off. Edward looked around and rubbed his hands together briskly to keep them warm. As he looked at the cottage, he realised that he was really sad to be leaving everything behind.


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Joan was on her way out to meet him with a tear in her eye. She had, had a restless night thinking of Edward going and wondered if she could really stay here on her own now. “Well my luv, you’re on your way; how long do ya think it’ll take ya to get to Edinburgh?” “I reckon it’ll be about five days all being well. I had better get rolling Joan as I really do want to get away early,” “Are you sure you wouldn’t like t’ come in for just a quick drink or summat before ya go?” “No thanks Luv; I’ve got to go, bye Luv.” Edward reaches over and gives her a long passionate kiss. Joan trembles at the touch. “Who knows, we may be back together in a few months, none of us really know what’s gonna happen, do we?” He attempts to reassure her. “No we don’t Luv; do you really have to go Edward?” “Yes I do Joan, please don’t make this any harder for either of us.” “Well then goodbye my luv. Take care.” “Goodbye Joan, I’ll miss you.” Edward shakes the reigns. “C’mon boy;” and old Ned is on the move. The creaking of the cart and the noise of the dispersed gravel under the cart wheel reaches Joan's ears as a tear forms in her eyes. Joan runs back into the house and bursts into tears. She lays on her bed for a quite a while slowly bringing her sobs to an end. She wonders, what on earth am I going to do now? I really do love him an’ I’m not sure I can go back t’ being on my own after the good times we have shared. I did believe that we had found something really special. Joan gets up off her bed and saunters back out onto the road; she looks up in vain, as far as she could, for one last glance, to see if Edward just might have had a change of heart and was coming back to her. He isn’t! She thought. Diary Notes As I fill out my diary, I realise once again that I am very privileged being able to see my last incarnation this way and I am thinking that besides just writing down my experiences, that I would like to share


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these experiences with other people; maybe in the form of a book about reincarnation. If in fact I do finish up writing a book, I feel that it would be prudent to let my readers know that as far as all the different Country Dialects are concerned that some are a lot broader than would be understood from my interpretations. I feel that some of the old English and Scottish words would not be understood by the majority of people had I written them without some kind of translation; in fact some of the language that I heard, like for instance the old “Scottish Brogue�, was virtually impossible for me to understand, and I had to record it the best I could in a way that people would understand. Accordingly, what I have done by way of translation is to write in a way that it reflects the dialect as much as possible without trying to reproduce it completely but to still give it some of its old flavour and yet write it as much as possible in contemporary English.


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Chapter 2 - Arrival in Edinburgh Diary: 29th November 1569 Edward a solitary figure with a long road ahead and without a care in the world is on his way singing: “Green sleeves was all my joy, Green sleeves was my delight, Green sleeves was my heart of gold, and who but my lady Green sleeves.” He thinks about Joan. She’s very sexy, I must be mad. She’s a lush wench, about five feet eight with a fantastic figure and long blonde hair, with an especially nice arse. What’s wrong wi’ me, why am I leavin’? There again, Scotland is me destiny, so Edinburgh ‘ere I come. I am here again watching Edward. I am very excited because I am learning so much about who I am. I have been asking these questions for as long as I can remember. Edward’s spiritual beliefs ran deeper than the seven seas; he was a man who embraced life to the fullest. He had spent years gradually ripening his spiritual awareness. Sex was also at the top of his list of priorities, but he hoped that sexual gratification would not slow down his spiritual progress. At the same token he had heard that sex could be used to enhance spiritual awareness if used properly. However, he was not sure if being submissive had any spiritual value. Whenever Edward was around women, his submissive nature always came into play, it turned him on to be dominated by a woman; he


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was masochistic to a certain extent, this complimented his submissive nature. Bondage and discipline had excited him for a long time, even as far back as 1543, when he was twelve years of age. He could remember that year in particular because that was the year he commenced his apprenticeship as a carpenter. He was not just a carpenter though, he was a “jack of all trades” and “master of most”. Something that aroused him to the extreme had happened. Whilst helping to renovate a brothel, he had seen a man who had been tied to a bed, being masturbated by a whore. It gave Edward a great thrill when he visualised himself being in the same situation and being good looking, he had no problem attracting women into his life; it would not be long before he was in a similar position. I Edwina also enjoy bondage and discipline just like Edward. I believe it’s because one can be under the total control of someone else when in this position and consequently this is what being submissive means. I think I also inherited some of his good look traits. Edward was a fine handsome man, six feet tall with piercing blue eyes and medium length hair with a short beard and a dark complexion. He was thirty eight years of age and he loved being around women. He was born in February 1531 in Wetherby, West Yorkshire. At the same time, King Henry V111 was being recognized as the supreme head of the Church of England. Edward’s early childhood had been good, he had spent many hours with his father being told about the grand plans that the new king had for them and their country. He had a fierce desire to be just like his father and he had such admiration for him. King Henry the V111 had sought to secure the alliance of Scotland. He had the support of some Scots nobles who had been taken prisoner at the Battle of Solway Moss. He had mixed diplomacy with the threat of force but in December 1543, the Scottish Parliament, after much internal dissension, decided to reject Henry's overtures and instead, renew their alliance with France.


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Later in the same year, Henry’s army had been ambushed by the Scottish and eight hundred English men were killed; Edward’s father was one of them. Edward thinks about his father as he rolls into Edinburgh. The irony was that Edwards’ father would not have been keen on him living there having fought against them. Edward arrives in Edinburgh on the 2nd December; it was a cold winter’s day, pouring cats and dogs. His hair was soaked and rain was running down his back and dripping from old Ned's mane. It held the promise of the first snowfall of the season for there was a cruel biting wind howling through the cobbled alleyways; it didn’t worry him at all in fact he was delighted; the only thing he could think was, I’m here, the town o' my destiny. He came across a street vendor with a cart of apples. “How much are ya’r apples matey?” Edward enquires, and thinks, they won’t fill me but at least it’ll be a start. “They’re a farthin’ each tae ye Sir!” The vendor said with a Scottish accent. “I see! Well, if they be a farthin’ t’ me, ‘ow much t’ anyone else?” Edward said with a cheeky grin. “It would be the same tae anyone else sir.” The vendor smiled. “So I'm not special then?” Edward smiled back. “Nae sir, unfortunately ye are not sir!” He said with a big grin on his face. “I’ll have two please!” “That’ll be a half penny Sir!” Edward hands over the money and started to chew on an apple. “Thank ye Sir.” The vendor hands Edward the change. “Thanks matey.” A voice with a London accent drifted over from the other side of the street; “’ey son, you aint from these parts are ya?” Said an old man whilst waving a bent stick and coughing at the same time. “No sir I aint an’ neither are you by the sound of it.” Edward took another bite of his apple. “Well wot ya doin’ in these ‘ere parts then, ‘cause it’s a long way from Yorkshire where ya from by the sound o' your accent?” He slowly shuffled across the street as he awkwardly tried to put a long stemmed


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pipe into his coat pocket. “This bloody thing will be the death o’ me one o’ these days.” “I’m just travellin’ the country matey; goin’ from town t’ town, so I can find out where I wanna put me roots down; perhaps find meself a lush wench as well.” Edward pulled his collar up in an endeavour to stop the rain from running down his back. “Wot da ya do for a crust my fine fella?” The old man said as he coughed again and spat on the road. “I’m a builder sir an' a fine one at that; at least that’s my opinion.” “Well cor blimey! A bloody builder eh, that's exactly wot I need; I’m sellin' an old buildin’; wanna go back to old London Town to retire; that's where I was born an' that’s where I’ll pop me clogs.” He spat on the road again. “The old buildin’ needs a little bit o’ renovation an’ a touch o’ paint; do ya think ya would be up t’ that for a fair penny?” Edward was amazed. I’ve only been ‘ere two minutes an’ someone is offerin’ me some work; may be a good omen. He thought as a grin appeared on his face. “Maybe sir, show me the way, an' perhaps we can do some business?” Edward’s new acquaintance was an old man about eighty years of age; he knew that he didn’t have much time left and wanted to settle his affairs as soon as possible. He leads Edward down a cobbled road prodding the cobbles before him with his stick. “Do ya know wot this is?” he said, looking at the stick. “No, I don’t; by the way my name’s Edward?” He gestures a hand shake. The old man shakes his hand. “Henry’s the name; Henry the butcher and this here’s a bull’s pizzle!” He held up the stick to give Edward a good look. “How does tha mean a bull’s pizzle?” Edward had a puzzled look on his face. “It’s a bull’s penis son, a bull’s penis! And from a very fine bull indeed!” Edward looked in amazement; he had never seen a penis that big. “Here we are,” Henry said, as they arrived at a stone building that was badly in need of repair. The mortar between the stones was falling out and a large solid timber door was hanging off its hinges. “Gimme a hand son!” The old man pleaded, as he tried to drag the solid door across the cobbled road. Edward gave him a hand to lift the door and


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they opened it as it wobbled from side to side due to its wear and tear. Its hinges were squeaking badly from the rust that had accumulated on them. They entered the building disturbing two sparrows that flew out as if they had an urgent need to get somewhere quickly. The buildin’ is really just a big barn wi’ a cobbled stone floor; Edward thought. He halted in his paces looking at splatters of blood all over the stone walls and cobbled floor. What the ‘ell is all o’ this? It stinks in ‘ere! He thought. There were two large solid wooden benches that had been soaked in blood. Henry saw a look of disgust on Edward’s face. “It was a slaughterhouse after all Son, but it can be cleaned if ya want the job and o’ course the buildin’ needs some repair as ya can see?” Henry points out the problems with his stick. It would be months of hard labour but this buildin’ would make a fine woodworkin’ shop if it was cleaned an’ repaired, an’ I do have a few savin’s I could live on while I did the work; also there’s heaps o’ room t’ stack stones for me buildin’ projects; I could set up me buildn’ business here. Edward thought as excitement started to build. “How much does tha want for t’ old buildin' Henry?” “Why, ya wan’ it do ya son? You can have it for a pittance cause I need t’ finalise my affairs quickly; I could sell it to ya for a measly 15 quid!” Edward looked down in despair. “I don’t ‘ave that sorta money Henry; I’ve been earnin’ about five pounds a year an’ could only raise a quarter o’ tha' amount which is a year’s savin’s an’ then I would have nowt left t’ live on while I cleaned the place up.” The old man moved very close to Edward and made direct eye contact from only a few inches away from his face. And he said very quietly. “But ya don’t need all of it Son. Just Gimme a tenth an’ ya can pay me the rest gradually out o’ your monthly profits.” Then he pulled his pipe out of his pocket and started cleaning it with an old nail as he said, “I aint a hard man to deal with an’ I trust ya; I’m a good judge o’ character. Ya look like an 'onest man to me.”


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Henry thinks; I don’t really care if I don’t get it; I’ve made heaps outa this business; it’s a good thing that every bugger needs t’ eat. “Come in to the chambers an' we can talk business.” Edward follows Henry into the chambers. What sorta chambers are these, just four stone walls with a solid timber table in’t middle an’ two wooden benches; although when I’ve fixed It, it would make a good meals area an’ that’s what it’ll be; at least I won’t be alone? He thought, as a rat scurried across the floor. “Sit down son; we’ll work out the deal! That’s if ya’r interested.” He said as he started to fill his pipe with tobacco. “I am Henry! What did tha have in mind?” Henry shuffles into the corner of the room and pulls out a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink and a feather quill from an old wooden cupboard. “Nah Son; can ya give me one pound ten shillings? I’ll give ya a receipt bein’ for one tenth of the purchase price. Ya told me that ya were earnin’ approximately five quid a year whilst ya’ve been yer own boss; so if ya can afford two pounds fourteen shillings per year, then the balance of thirteen pounds ten shillings will be paid in full after five years. “I know ya’r a hardworking man, an’ I don’t wanna charge ya any extra for takin' the loan over five years. Does that seem fair t’ you?” As I watch Edward from about ten feet behind him, I am still truly amazed that I am able to watch my previous incarnation played out like this; talk about Deja vue. Anyway, It seems that whenever he needs something badly enough that somehow he manages to get it, even though he couldn’t afford the building, he got what he wanted. Those things also seem to happen to me, although in my case, I have sometimes gone in a bit too deep and managed to get into debt. Edward has made up his mind and goes ahead with the deal. “Ay sir, it does indeed! I’ll go ahead.” He digs into his carry sack and opens a small money bag and counts the money as he hands it to Henry who writes out a receipt and they shake hands. “I am very grateful t’ ya Sir and will never forget you. Edward said. “Well come around to “Ye Olde Tavern” in the Main Street tomorra night and we'll have a


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tankard together before we say goodbye.” Henry starts to walk towards the door. “Ay Sir, I certainly will!” Edward couldn’t believe his luck. Henry turns around and says: “I’ll give ya my contact details so that we can finalise the payback arrangements?” Then he mumbles to himself: “I don't bloody believe it; ah needed a builder so ah could sell me buildin' an' then one comes outta thin air and buys it; well fuck my old boots. “Okay Henry, I’ll see ya tomorra then.” Edward looked at one of the old meat chopping benches and was really pleased. This bench will be really good for my carpentry work. He stubbed his toe on something protruding out from under the bench; looking underneath he noticed a very large iron cauldron and dragged it out to have a good look. This’ll be great. I can suspend it above a fire in’t back yard t’ boil water which I’ll need t’ wash all o’ this fuckin’ blood off the walls. Edward was certainly annoyed about all the blood that had been splattered on the walls when the cattle had been slaughtered. A vision of suffering went through is mind as he contemplated the animals being killed. Then, he had a change of heart about his complaints and thinks, I can’t believe me luck, it’s incredible, I’ve only been here five minutes an’ I ‘ave a business premises. But there again, synchronicity is my belief; people and events come together at a precise moment in time for a reason. But now it’s the precise moment to get summat to eat. He was very hungry and decided to go down the street to “Ye Olde Tavern” where he was to meet Henry tomorrow to finalise the payment arrangements. He arrived at the Tavern and opened a solid timber door that was fitted in to a stone archway. A cloud of smoke met him at the door, together with the noise of rattling knives and forks as the Scottish travellers busily ate their lunch and laughed loudly as they drank their tankards of ale. Then all of a sudden; dead silence! You could have heard a pin drop and they all looked at Edward, the stranger! “He's nae fro' these parts! Hoo far have ye travelled lad?” said an old man. “I’m from Yorkshire Sir.” Edward said with a smile.


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“So ye decided tae come an' meet yer old foe?” snarled another in a rage and with his face reddening. “Calm doon Angus, that was twenty years ago, and fer all ya know, we may have even killed his dad in the war, so be careful what yer sayin’;” the first one said. “Tha did! Ya bast – “ - Edward was loosing his temper. “Calm doon son yer dad was tryin' tae kill us as well.” “Sorry.” Edward apologised, realising that each and every one had thought that they were doing the right thing in the war. “Landlord; I’m buyin’ this man a tankard tae show that there’s nae hard feelin's, said another. “Thank you, the feelin’ is mutual!” Edward answered as he sat down on an old wooden bench beside a large table. He looked around, admiring the old building with its magnificent solid timber beams that were supporting the ceiling which was made from bundles of straw that were bound together with a rope. A candelabra filled with candles was hanging from one of the beams. Fitted to the stone walls all the way around the tavern were candle sconces about four feet from top to bottom that held tall thick candles. The Landlord came out from behind the bar. “Will ye be wantin' our chicken broth Son?” “I will if I may wi' my tankard of ale.” Edward answered. He seems like a nice man; father didn’t seem t’ have much time for the Scottish but then he wasn’t really all that spiritual; I reckon there’s good an’ bad wherever ya go. Edward gestures a handshake and says: “The name is Edward.” The Landlord shakes his hand. “Hello, I’m Arthur; pleased tae meet you.” “Likewise I’m sure!” Edward had his meal as quickly as possible; he couldn’t wait to return to his workshop and his new venture to get the old building in order as soon as possible. “Good afternoon Arthur,” he said as he headed for the door. “Good afternoon Son.” Edward went back to his future workshop and dragged out the old cauldron. I need t’ make a fireplace which’ll hold my cauldron so I can boil up water t’ wash the blood off the walls; ah, know what to do; I’ll pull down the old stone outhouse that’s fallin’ apart around the back; it’ll


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make the main buildin’ look a lot better an’ I can use the old stones to build a fireplace. Shit, I’ve got no tools here. Well then, I’d better go down to the old stable yard where I’ve left old Ned an’ me cart an’ me tools; better still, I could bring the 'orse an’ cart around here an’ stable Ned myself instead o’ paying rent at the stable yard. I could build a shelter fer the ‘orse outside; however, int meantime, I’ll have t’ bring him inside wi’ me. There’s summat else I have t ’do; that’s make myself some livin’ quarters inside the buildin’. Fuck! There’s heaps t’ do; forget the fireplace for now; start ont living quarters first; hopefully the smell of all this blood won’t be too strong int meantime. Edward arrives at the stable yard; pays his rent and arranges for a delivery of some straw and dry meal for his horse. “Right, now I’m gettin’ myself organised.” Being very anxious to get his workshop underway, he heads off quickly with his horse and cart to the lumber yard in the pouring rain; he is drenched but as I watch from a safe distance, I read his mind; he is very excited and due to his excitement, he pays no heed to the weather. There aren’t many people ont street, he thought, as an old man who is hurrying to the tavern, shouted “ye must be mad workin’ i' this lot Son, you’d be better off in the Tavern wi’ me.” Before long, Edward is back at his workshop soaking wet. I had betta get changed; ah, my straw is here already, he thought as he pulled a fresh set of clothes out of his carry sack. Edward changed quickly and is soon building his wall; damn, it’s gett’n dark already, he thought as the sun started to set; will have to continue tomorra. He is absolutely exhausted, and thinks, I’ve worked too long; I’ll get me bed roll and get some kip. He spreads out some straw for old Ned at the other end of his workshop and makes a straw bed for himself in his quarters; laying his bedding on the top of it, he flops down in a heap without even thinking about any supper. The following morning Edward wakes up very hungry and thinks, that’s summat else I ‘aven’t done. I need t’ build some shelves t’ store me food;


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it’s too expensive t’ be eatin’ at “Ye Olde Tavern;” however, I’ll have t’ go to the Tavern this time t’ get me breakfast. He enters the tavern, sits down at the same table and orders some bacon and a large piece of bread. It looks more like a stone than a piece of bread but at least it’ll fill me; he thought whilst biting off a large chunk. He was finished quickly. Ah, that feels better. Edward headed to the bar to pay Arthur who was looking a bit depressed. “What’s wrong matey?” He knew Arthur was not the same as normal. “We had a death here last nicht! An auld Londoner handed me this parchment an' told me tae give it tae a chap by the name ay Edward James. I am supposed tae meet him tomorrow nicht, he said, but I aint feelin' too well so please give him the note when he comes in. Then he dropped doon dead, right here in front ay me. Scared me outa mah wits it did.” Edward gasped, “that's me sir, that's me?” “What. Ye mean ye are Edward James?” Arthur scratched his head as he realised it was Edward. “Ay! Indeed I am Arthur!” He was very anxious to find out what the parchment message was. “Well bugga me! Ah knew thy name wor Edward, but ah didn’t think fer one minute that it wor thee. I’ll need some proof that thy name is Edward James o' course?” “I can give ya the proof Arthur.” Edward rummaged around in his old leather bag and produced a document of identity. “Here ya’r Arthur.” Edward handed it to Arthur. “I’m convinced son! It sez here thee are in fact Edward James; well here’s the parchment. Accordin’ to the auld bloke, it’s very important.” Edward reads the document. Sorry I can’t meet you Edward, I aint been feeling too well, I have a bad heart ya know, but I have written down the details for your payback arrangements. The document states as follows. I Edward James agree to pay the amount of 2 pounds fourteen shillings per year for the next five years commencing on 2nd December 1570. The money should be sent by messenger/courier and addressed to Henry Smithson 2 Thames View London. Signed------------------------------. Edward James. Under the contract is another note from Henry. Please sign in the space provided and hand this document to Arthur the landlord and he will give it to me.


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A little lower down the document, there is a heading. My last will and testament. Under the heading it reads; As part of my last will and testament, I leave to Edward James, My slaughterhouse of which I have received one tenth deposit being for the purchase of the building at Main Street Edinburgh. The yearly payments as per above are to be paid until the time of my death. At the time of my death, Edward James will be the sole owner of the above mentioned premises. Signed----------------------Henry Smithson. Edward couldn’t believe what he was reading. He thinks: I’m truly sorry t’ hear that the old man has died but what a stroke of good fortune for me. I don’t have to pay the full price for the buildin' and I know I would never find another place that would be as good as the one I’ve got. Over the next month, along with the rest of the work that needed to be done, Edward washed down the walls and removed most of the blood stains. He concedes, there are still some minor traces of blood but it was so badly stained that it would be virtually impossible to remove it completely. He had finalised his living quarters within the workshop also and had built a small stable for his horse as well a small kitchen with a fireplace which is equipped for cooking. Well, it’s finished but just as well, cos me money is goin’ down quickly. He was a bit concerned because he had spent a considerable amount on the renovations and had to live without income for a full month. Diary: 3rd January 1570 Edward's previous income per year was approximately five pounds. Being self-employed, he could never guarantee how much income he could depend on; he now had to pursue as much work as he could over the next few weeks; at least he did not owe anyone a penny. His first attempt to acquire work was by erecting a sign outside his workshop; it outlined the type of work in which he was proficient. It included different kinds of building work, ranging from carpentry, painting, monumental masonry work, monumental plaster mouldings and certain types of wood carving. I’m sure it won’t be long before someone will need summat’ done, there is such a lot of disrepair around


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this city; I could easily keep busy renovatin’ that large castle up on the hill; I bet they would have ‘eaps of money, he assumed. Edward sat and thought about money and also the start of his new life in Scotland. Father would be turnin’ in his grave. Why did I come to Edinburgh of all places? The damn Scots were the reason for his death. Hang on a minute; no they weren’t, it was cos father was fightin’ that caused his death; neither country was the cause. I haven’t thought about that part o’ me life for some time. He suddenly feels some raw emotion bubbling deep within him. I have t’ get back t’ my spiritual development. He had neglected his spiritual aspirations since leaving Yorkshire and was now thinking that it has been too long and that he should pursue his interests in this area and decided. Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do. Edward was as keen as mustard to find out as much as he possibly could about the meaning of life and spiritual development in general. Ever since he had his first “out of body” experience at the age of twenty five, he had realised that he could exist without his body; and just like me, he wanted to know a lot more about the subject and had learned that the best way to develop at a spiritual level was through meditation. He was always thinking about enlightenment; that was his main goal. Prior to his travel plans, he had meditated consistently nearly every night and had also acquired the knowledge by talking to various people who were proficient in this area, how to raise the potent Kundalini energy. This is supposedly a latent energy force that is situated in the subtle body, (Invisible spiritual body intertwined with physical body) at the base of the spine. When aroused, this very powerful energy rushes up a channel which is aligned with the spine and is situated in the “subtle body” also. The energy rushes up through all of the seven major energy centres, (also situated in the spine of the subtle body) until it reaches the crown chakra. When this occurs, apparently enlightenment happens and man becomes one with God, or one with the universe or whatever we want to call it. Whatever we name it, it is really becoming one with the


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creative life force. Edward had heard that it is the highest state that a human being can reach. He believed that Jesus had reached this state and had in fact become “one” with God. He also believed that because Jesus was “one” with God and accordingly had acquired the powers that only God would normally have, that this is why people named him, the Son of God. Edward had always thought that this was a wrong statement and that anyone could reach the same state by using certain meditation techniques over a long period. He had also heard that at the time of the Kundalini accent, the aspirant is apparently filled with light and witnesses a very intense feeling of ecstasy and becomes aware of numerous types of psychic powers such as clairvoyance, clairaudience, visions and telepathy. He knew of reports of people being able to levitate, see over long distances and also move instantaneously from position to another. Apparently, some of these psychic powers can also be tapped in to, other than by raising the Kundalini. There are some techniques that witches use in order to obtain these powers; the energy is available to anyone who learns to tap into it. However, karma dictates that whatever a person does to another person, the same will be returned, but threefold. Consequently, irrespective of whether the powers are used for good or bad, the same will be returned. The raising of the Kundalini was Edward’s main goal in life as well as his general spiritual progress. At the time of his meditations he had experienced sensations of heat and flashes of light through his body and he knew that he had managed to slightly arouse the potent energy force; he was gradually becoming more and more intuitive and also experienced visions and pre-cognitive dreams. With determination in his mind, he thinks, well, that’s it, I’ll make a point t’ get back into my meditation each day and when I’m workin', I’ll do it each night. When I’m workn’ eh, well, I’m sure I will be before long. By means of the sign that Edward had erected at the front of his workshop and also by speaking to people at the tavern, he started to


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acquire some work and after only two months his business was forging ahead in leaps and bounds. It was booming and he was going from strength to strength. He had done all different kinds of work ranging from carpentry, painting and masonry. He had built an elaborate stone archway for a client and word soon spread around the town that he was an excellent tradesman. Due to having a good reputation, he was offered a contract for a very large renovation job at the old castle on the hill. The castle was gradually going to ruin; however, he told his new client that the job was too big for him; he could not do the work on his own and he needed at least three labourers for lifting heavy beams but also, he could not afford to pay for the labour “Don’t worry about it, I will pay ye progress payments; the job’ll take ye aboot six months an’ I’ll pay ye every two months to keep ya cash flowin,’” his client told him. After two months, Edward received a progress payment and after another two months of hard labour, he had virtually finished the work, and his client told him that he did not have the money immediately, but if he could continue and finish the work, he would certainly have the money for Edward very soon. After a lot of blood sweat and tears, he finalised the work. Edward had paid for all of his labour and materials The amount due would be his profit and it was a substantial amount. His client then told him that he had a financial problem and couldn’t pay him. Diary: 10th August 1570 Edward was devastated, he had built his business quickly and prior to this problem, he was going great guns but there was nothing he could do; he only had five shillings left. He was finding it very hard to even do the small jobs that he had done in the past due to not being able to pay for his materials. One morning, Queen Anne was getting ready for her morning walk against all of the advice of her advisor and even her Ladies in Waiting, who had asked her if she would reconsider. But she was adamant that she would continue her morning walks alone. Her Adviser had even


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instructed a guard to secretly follow her. She had spotted him and demanded that she be left alone in future or there would be serious consequences. Edward eventually had to resort to doing the odd maintenance job here and there such as repairing a door or a gate. The work he received was hardly enough for him to live on. Sometimes Edward had no work for days on end. This morning, he found himself reminiscing about his life in general prior to setting off for Edinburgh. He started thinking about his short relationship with Joan and how she made him feel very erotic by tying him to her bed and punishing him. Edwina can’t forget that either, I thought. He started fantasising about his experiences with her and was becoming very aroused. No-one has been in wi’ any work enquiries for ages, maybe I should masturbate here and now; what the hell, he thought. To make his experience more exciting, he decided that he would put his clothes in a cupboard which could be locked and then he would put the key to the cupboard outside his workshop door. As I watch, I also become very excited; after all, it was my former self that was doing this. He did not want to get caught but the thought that someone may come to the door whilst he masturbated exited him to the extreme. I know what’ll make it more excitin, I’ll get the bag of Joan’s clothes out; now let’s see, I’ll just wear her bonnet, he thought. He put the bonnet on and sat on his work bench and started to masturbate. He was just about to reach a climax and the workshop door burst open. Queen Anne of Edinburgh was standing in the doorway. Edward’s heart missed a beat and he jumped down from his work bench absolutely horrified. He was at a complete loss as to what to do and could not even say a word. Queen Anne could not believe what she was seeing and was in a state of shock. It took a few seconds for her to regain her composure and then she burst into fits of laughter. Edward was not sure what to do because his clothes were in a cupboard and the key was outside his workshop. All he could do was hold his hands over his penis. The Queen managed to stop laughing.


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“Well my man, are you going to point that thing at me all day or are you going to get dressed?” “I would get dressed Your Highness but I can’t get to me clothes because the key to the cupboard where I left my clothes is at the entrance to the workshop.” “Well, get the key my man and please get dressed for both our sakes.” Edward felt absolutely humiliated. He grabbed the key, quickly retrieved his clothes and got dressed. As he got dressed he was thinking, why the ‘ell would a Queen be visitin’ me or anyone else for that matter; those people never do things like that; they always send a servant to find out what they wanna know. These things only happened in dreams, maybe it’s a dream? That would be good, if it was only a dream. Then he remembered about his lucid dream about the future before he met Joan and thinks, maybe it is a dream. Of course it's not you idiot, Just wishfull thinking, he thought. “I’m really sorry your highness, I was just -” “Edward; that’s your name isn’t it? I know what you were doing, I did not come down in the last shower; now let’s forget about it and I can assure you that no-one else will find out, so don’t worry about it.” “Thank you Your Highness, I really appreciate it.” Edward was walking back and forth with his head tilted forward and looking down at the floor. He was extremely embarrassed and was finding it very hard to look the Queen in the face. “I called in to see you about business Edward if you are interested?” “Edward looked up and cheered up because he realised that the Queen was not really worried about what she had seen. “I am Your Highness dependin’ on how big the job is. If it’s a big job, I can’t really afford to do it.” Edward went on to explain the whole story about what had happened and the Queen understood the situation perfectly. “Why don’t you come to see me this afternoon at 3pm Edward and see what we can work out because I have a reasonably large project in mind?” “Yes Your Highness, I would be pleased t’ call in and see you; it would be an honour.” The Queen started to walk to the door. “Good afternoon Your Highness.”


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“Good afternoon Edward, or is it Edwina?” She laughed out loud. Edward thinks, how embarrassin’, gettin’ caught is becomin’ a habit. The Queen had no interest in seeing Edward but was merely out on a stroll. It was on the spur of the moment whilst passing his workshop that she opened his door. There was some work that had to be done, but normally she would have sent someone else down to speak to Edward. As the Queen walked back to the palace thinking about what had happened, I was following her and started to read her mind. What? what the hell is she thinking? This one is a nasty piece of work. Poor Edward, I must warn him; I can’t but what do I do? No Edward, don’t go! She broke out in to fits of laughter again because Edward had been had caught in a compromising situation. That’s the type of person she was and had only put on a friendly face at Edward’s workshop. What a bitch she is. I believe that the reason I can’t communicate with him, is because it’s his destiny to go through whatever he has to in order to evolve; maybe it’s his karma coming back to haunt him. Oh my God, poor Edward. By following her and reading her mind for some time, I realised that she was normally a miserable woman who didn’t really care too much about other people and was the type that would go out of her way to humiliate someone if she could. She was actually a sadistic nymphomaniac who was frustrated because she had been in several relationships and had always jumped into bed the first night and was worried that her reputation would get around the royal court that she was lacking in the ability to commit her whole being to her royal duties. The Queen felt that it was time to find something with more substance. She liked to dominate men and was interested in finding someone who she could inflict pain upon whilst she had them restrained. She liked to have full control of a man and humiliate him as much as possible and was already getting ideas of how she could involve Edward in her bedtime antics. Her nickname was “Queen Prick”. She had acquired the nickname because her sadistic ways had been spoken about at the tavern by a couple of the men she had known previously.


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Edward was still feeling embarrassed about being caught by the Queen and he went through the events again in his mind. It was so humiliatin’; why do I do these things? I suppose it’s cos I get a thrill from livin’ dangerously. Anyway, better ‘ave a wash and some lunch and get ready for my appointment wi’t Queen. Edward arrived at the palace doors at 3pm sharp and a guard said, “What can I do fer ye Sir?” “I have an appointment with the Queen!” Edward smiled. “Sure,” said the guard in a strong Scottish dialect. “Ah believe ye, thoosands wouldnae.” He laughed out loud. “Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.” He couldn’t believe what he heard, when the Queens butler said: “send him in!” Edward followed the guard down a long corridor with slate tiles on the floor. The walls were creatively lined with velvet curtains which were draped around paintings that had been strategically placed so as to enhance their beauty. The paintings were charts, depicting the Queen’s ancestors. There were intricate corbelled archways throughout the corridor and magnificent mural’s on the ceiling of ancient armies in battle. The guard knocked on a solid timber door, which was answered by the Queens Butler. He introduced Edward. “Come in Sir!” The Butler summoned. Edward entered a very large drawing room with a very elaborate solid mahogany table in the centre that was surrounded by large carved wood chairs with thick velvet cushions. The walls had been lined with solid timber hardwood planks and approximately six feet apart were large iron wall sconces each holding twelve candles. Something seemed very strange to Edward. There was a four poster bed at the other end of the large drawing room. This seemed very unusual being in the same room that guests would enter. Edward bowed before the Queen. “Ivan, you are dismissed.” The Queen commanded to the Butler. “Yes Your Highness.” “Sit down Edward?” Edward sat down at the opposite end of the table to the Queen. “Now Edward, from what you told me before, you have no money?”


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“That’s right Your Highness!” “Well, I have a business proposition for you. I want to divide my bedroom off from the rest of the palace. As you can see, I really do not have any privacy. I would like to build a stone wall in the middle of this drawing room, so that it is converted into two rooms instead of one, then I will have a separate bedroom. I would also like to build a stone archway in the middle with a solid timber door; can you do it Edward?” “Ay Your Highness but--” “I said can you do it Edward?” The Queen never minces her words; she always gets straight to the point. “Ay your Highness.” “I’ll tell you what to do! Sell your shop!” She sounded very assertive and looked very serious. “Sell me shop; I couldn’t do that Your Highness!” “Why not, it’s not doing you any good, you can’t afford to keep it can you?” “Not really Your highness.” “It’s not a matter of not really is it Edward; you can’t afford to keep it.” Edward concedes; she’s right, I can’t afford to keep it. “Edward, I know you can do the arch and the wall because you have a very good name around town and arches are your specialty; there are also a lot of other jobs you can do around here. “I know you really don’t want to sell your shop but think about it; if you sell it, I will give you free board and lodgings here and in return you can do my renovations and if I have no building work for you, you can do normal duties such as general cleaning and normal chores. “I am only doing this because you have a good name and that is a good enough reference for me. Have a think about it tonight and let me know tomorrow.” “Ay, I will Your highness and thank tha very much for the offer.” It seems a bit like the cat that is ready to pounce. Edward the mouse is walking right in front of it not knowing it is there. Oh God, he’s in big trouble. “Alright Edward; you are dismissed!” Edward bows before the Queen and says, “Good afternoon Your Highness.” He leaves.


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He was a bit disillusioned; he knew the Queen was right, he could not afford to keep his workshop; he owned it outright but the money he was earning now was not enough to live on. He concedes, I need t’ sit down wi’ me own thoughts an’ work out me options. He went to the tavern and found a quiet corner. The landlord came over. ‘Still havin’ problems wi’ yer business son?” “Ay but I’m sure I’ll get through it.” “Sure ye will son, yoo're a fighter, ye always manage one way ur another. A tankard is it?” “Ay, give us a tankard matey!” Edward sat quietly contemplating his future. I’ll go and work for the Queen; I’ll put the word around that me buildin’ is fer sale. At the exact moment of making his decision, a stranger walked into the tavern and walked straight across to Edward. “Edward is it?” The stranger said. Edward looked at the stranger in amazement. How the hell does he know who I am? “I know what you are thinking son and I know why you are thinking it. I also know the Queen, does that give you a clue?” He spoke in a condescending manner and as if he had a plum in his mouth. Edward could see straight through him. I know what’s happenin’, I bet the Queen wants t’ buy my workshop; not sure why but I just have that feelin’, he thought. “Ay it does, but I haven’t made a decision yet.” “But you will my son, you will. Okay.” “Well, I have but what is it t’ you?” “The Queen told me that you would more than likely want to sell your building and if that was the case---” “If what’s the case?” Edward was getting irritated. He knew that the stranger was a messenger from the Queen and he knew what he was talking about. But he did not really want to sell his building, even though he had earlier made a decision that he would. “C’mon son, you have no choice. To cut a long story short, the Queen wants to buy it.” Edward was annoyed because he felt he was being forced in to making a decision. “Well fuck me does she? I would have never guessed!”


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“No need to get angry; she told me to offer you fourteen pounds son?” “Fourteen pounds; It’s worth more than that! I paid fifteen for it an’ I did all that work; it has t’ be worth twenty; Edward thought as he got more irritated. “Well, it might be son but that’s what she offered.” “Tell her I declined!” “Okay son, I’ll tell her; how long will you be here?” “Thirty minutes!” Edward thinks, I wish t’ ‘ell I didn’t have t’ sell it but the money will certainly come in handy, although I’m not gonna be stupid; twenty would have to be the minimum. What Edward did not realise, was that the Queen could demand that she have the building and also dictate the price that she was willing to pay. I’ll be back soon!” Within twenty minutes, the stranger returned. “The Queen said twenty pounds; take it or leave it?” “That’s a coincidence; I was just thinkin’ that I would accept twenty.” “Alright son, come around to the palace at 10 am in the morning and the contract will be ready to sign.” Before Edward could say another word, the stranger was on his way out. He ponders on the outcome for a while. Well that’s It then, it’s over; maybe it’s for t' best; at least when I go to work for t' Queen, I’ll have full board an’ lodgin's an' apparently I’ll get some spendin’ money also, so It won’t be so bad but what the 'ell would the Queen want wi’ my workshop; I suppose I’ll find out int mornin’. Hell I’ve always worked for meself since my apprenticeship, never for any bugger else an’ never thought I would, especially not a Queen. Maybe it’s a new chapter in my life; maybe it’s a turnin’ point I ‘ave t’ take. Edward was up bright and early the following morning and arrived at the palace on time. A guard was at the door as usual. “What can I do fer ye Sir?” “I have an appointment with the Queen at 10am!” The guard went away and returned after a few minutes. “Nae, sorry Sir, th' Queen said she did nae have an appointment wi' ye.”


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“But I was told to come here at 10am to organise a contract for the sale of my building, apparently it was to be ready for me to sign.” “Then you need to see the Queen’s book keeper; follow me sir.” Edward followed the guard along a stone corridor with a cobbled floor. The guard knocked on a solid timber door which a Butler opened. “Edward James is it?” “Ay I am Edward James!” “Come in Sir and take a seat and Mr Johnson will see you in a minute.” Edward sat down on one of three very elaborate and comfortable arm chairs. It was a carved timber chair, the same as the ones in the drawing room with velvet padding on the top of the arms and velvet padding on the seat. It’s very comfortable; how luxurious; maybe it won’t be so bad livin’ here after all, he thought, whilst getting a little excited about working for the Queen. The Butler came from behind an expensive looking curtain. “You may come in now Sir.” Edward entered the room. “Edward, sit down please.” Johnson said. Edward took a seat at the opposite side of a very large highly polished desk with turned legs. The top of the desk was about six inches thick. That desk must ha’ cost a fortune, it’s made out of solid walnut. “Now Edward, here is the contract for the sale of your property; please take your time and read it in full and then sign at the bottom and I will organise the cash for you.” Edward looked at the contract in absolute amazement; everything was in order and very clear but he was astounded that he was about to receive 20 pounds in cash. He had never seen that much money before. I am a rich man; it would take me years to earn this sorta money, although I would ‘ave earned more than that if my client had paid on the last big job that I did, but alas, it was not to be, but the money is now within my grasp. He was elated at the prospect of receiving all that money. Edward signed the paper and the book keeper handed him a solid timber box with twenty pound’s worth of gold coins inside. “Thank you Mr Johnson.”


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“That’s fine Edward, it’s your money. Now we will go through your terms and conditions as an employee of the Queen. You will also need to sign this document as well, but I think you should read it carefully first.” Edward skimmed through the document very quickly. He couldn’t believe what he saw halfway down the page. It was a heading that read: “Servants Quarters”. The address was: “Ye Olde Stone Workshop, Main Street, Edinburgh”. It was Edward’s workshop, the one he had just sold to the Queen. “What’s this?” “What’s what Edward?” “The servant’s quarters; that’s the workshop I just sold the Queen, there must be some mistake?” “No mistake Edward; that’s where you will be living, it’s the servant’s quarters.” “I don’t believe it, I’m going to be living in my own building?” “It’s not your building!” “Well the building that used to belong to me then?” Edward thinks, what the hell is going on. “Yes, the building that used to be yours but is no longer yours.” “Okay, well what is she going to be using the buildin' for, cos it’s far too big to be the servant’s quarters for one person?” “Actually, it’s none of your business, it belongs to the Queen now, but if you must know, you will be using it for exactly the same reason that you were using it before, a workshop. It will also be the servant’s quarters and you are a servant.” The jigsaw was now coming together for Edward. “She wants me to do her renovations using my old workshop but in that case, why did she want to buy the buildin’? Why didn’t she just hire me out to do her work? That way I would have been able to earn some income from the Queen and also keep my workshop, cos I could have afforded to keep it and also I could have still done work for other people.” “That’s not what the Queen wanted Edward; she wanted your building to use for a workshop for herself which she did not have before and she will even have the labour thrown in by you, and all that she


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needs to do is give you board and lodgings and a bit of spending money for yourself. “That’s a lot cheaper than having to pay for outside labour to get her work done; and if from time to time she has no building work for you, she can use you for general chores. She can also use you and your workshop to do work for other people and if she gets too much work coming in she can even get one of the other servants to help you. She’s not stupid Edward, she’s not stupid at all.” Edward was getting really annoyed now. “She’s using me for her own benefit. Now I know how she got the nickname, “Queen Prick”.” “What did you just say Edward? If I hear anything else like that, you won’t even have anywhere to live; who the Fuck do you think you are? You would have been begging for food if the Queen hadn’t come along and how the hell do you think you would have been able to keep your building without her? “She’s done you a favour Edward! You can’t have your cake and eat it too. I will hear no more of that kind of talk, okay?” Edward thinks for a few seconds. “He’s right! I would ‘ave been in a bad state; me an’ me big mouth. “Yeah, I’m really sorry; I don’t know what came over me, just frustrated I guess. Okay, I’ll look through the agreement.” “That’s better Edward. Take your time and let me know when you’re ready. I’ll be back in a minute.” The book keeper left Edward to peruse the agreement and he promptly went to see the Queen. On his way there, he thinks, what a fucking idiot, wait till the Queen hears about this, and he told her everything Edward had said. “Thank you Johnson, you may be dismissed now!” Well that dirty little pervert I’m going to make him pay dearly for this; not that I wouldn’t have blackmailed him anyway for my own benefit but now he will be on all fours begging for mercy before I’ve finished with him and what can he do? The best thing I ever did was catch him masturbating the other day; I have him by the balls now. He has a good name around town and won’t want to lose it, she thought with great excitement as she pondered about the best way to make him squirm to the full extent.


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When Johnson returned, Edward had looked through the agreement; it was very brief; it stated that upon signing the agreement that: Edward James would now be fully and totally under the Queen’s employ. It stated that his work duties would include anything from the renovation of the palace to any other type of work that the Queen required; in other words, any of the general palace chores and in fact any personal help that the Queen may require. He would also need to be on call twenty four seven. In return, Edward would receive free board and lodgings and payment of one shilling per month. “Well, it’s what I thought it would be Mr Johnson; so I gather that I just sign here?” “Yes, Edward!” Johnson handed him the quill and ink and Edward signed the paper. I’m probably signing my life away but what the hell, I have no option. “There is just one thing left Edward.” “What’s that Mr Johnson?” “Would you please go back to your old workshop and have a good clean up so that we can start fresh tomorrow morning. Your first duty, as a subject of the Queen, is to report to her highness at 9am sharp.” “Ay, I certainly will!” “Goodbye for now Edward?” “Goodbye Mr. Johnson.” Edward leaves and I walk beside him as he heads back to his workshop, or more correctly, the servant’s quarters. Poor Edward, he is in a dire situation. He is walking straight into the trap of a very sadistic nymphomaniac. How can I save him from his impending nightmare? There is nothing I can do. I look deeply into his eyes to find out if there is any chance he can see me, but he can’t. Then it happens, whoosh! I have been drawn into his body again. Shit what have I done? I was too close; it’s my own fault! I was warned. I shout out very loud, he cannot hear me. I can’t get out, oh no, not again! How long do I have to stay here this time? Then I think, ah it was only a very brief period the last time, maybe it’ll be the same again. One technique that I have recently become very proficient at is getting an answer from my still small voice within. Whenever I have a problem or a question, I ask the still small voice and I normally get a very


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accurate answer. It’s like my subconscious knows the answers; all I have to do is ask the question and the answer comes into my thoughts immediately, so here goes. No, it couldn’t be! I’m to be held prisoner in Edwards’ body for twenty four hours, but why? What good could come of it? Please God let me out! I am in here with no escape, no, no, someone please help me, I’m trapped. I’m terrified! God no, it’s like when someone is possessed; I’ve possessed him. I can feel my heart racing, I have to get out, but I can’t. Okay, calm down, let’s think about it for a minute, maybe it’s not as bad as I thought. Although It feels like I’ve been forced into a straightjacket; it’s bad alright. If it was my own body, I could control it but it’s like being in a car with someone else driving, I have no control whatsoever. I have to go where the driver takes me. This is real bondage and for a full twenty four hours. Can my body in the twenty first century survive without me for that long? Let’s try to be rational and work this thing out; there has to be an answer. I have been watching Edward for more than eight months now; I realise that my body can survive without me because no “time” has passed in my real life from the time of leaving my bedroom till the time I return. I leave my body and visit Edward and usually watch him for at least a full day and perhaps into the night a little also. That is as far as his “time” is concerned. Before I retired and visited Edward on the last occasion, I had been listening to the news on my radio and couldn’t be bothered to get up and turn it off. Before I went to sleep, I drowsily listened; the news reader was asking a journalist a question as I was dozing off. When I awoke from my excursion after visiting Edward, the journalist was only just answering the very same question, and the news reader said, “thank you and that’s it for today,” and he announced the date and time, which was exactly the same as it was before I left. I was dumbstruck and confused; I had been watching Edward for maybe twelve hours and “time” was at a standstill back in my bedroom.


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Then I remembered reading a book about the illusion of time. I’m paraphrasing but it went something like this: “Time” exists only in consciousness; without consciousness, there is no “time”. It would be the same in deep space, where there is no human consciousness. There is no sound, there is no sight, there is no feeling, because there is absolutely nothing there, especially “time”. No-one would be there to witness it; there would be no need for it.I thought of another example of “time” only existing in consciousness, and that is: if a person is using a substance such as Marijuana, the effect of “time” is sometimes slowed down considerably for them but only them; consequently, it seems that everyone witnesses “time” from a different perspective. I am conscious of time passing when I return after visiting Edward and write in my diary, and I am conscious of time passing when I am with Edward because when I am in either location, I am “conscious” and my consciousness causes the illusion of “time” to exist; but when my consciousness is not in the twenty first century, then nothing exists there for me, how can it? I am not there. So, in answer to my question, “can my body survive without me for twenty four hours?” yes it can. Something else that is mind boggling, is the fact that when I visit Edward after being back home for a while, he is doing exactly the same thing as he was when I left him, in other words, “time” does not move until I re-appear; it only moves when I am consciously in his presence. This must mean then, that he is not conscious either until I am with him. This is something I do not know the answer to as yet. But anyway, back to this fucking mess, it’s a complete disaster; Edward is heading for serious trouble tomorrow and even worse, I will be there with him. I feel everything he feels; if he is in pain, I feel it, if he is having pleasure, I do too, and I feel it in exactly the same way as he does; I am certainly literally re living my last incarnation. Unfortunately, I have to accept that I am in prison for twenty four hours without any chance of escape, I am terrified about tomorrow, and Edward, not suspecting that anything is wrong; will take us there like lambs to the slaughter. I feel so helpless; there is absolutely nothing I can


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do. It feels like I am wearing Edward like a coat, except the coat has a mind of its own.


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Chapter 3 - A royal appointment Edward and I returned to his old workshop; I have no choice, I have to go wherever he goes for the next twenty four hours. We flopped down on his bed. Well it’s fuckin’ come to this! He sadly thought, as tears welled in his eyes. He was sad that he had not been able to continue with his business. He pondered on his life in general and how he had finished up in Edinburgh. I have been very lucky really, comin’ across the old Londoner; I got my workshop for virtually nowt. I suppose I have to take the good wit bad; at least I got paid pretty sharpish, that’s one consolation. Well, betta get some work done an’ clean up. There were wood shavings and saw dust all over the floor and masonry blocks in the corner that were left over from the big job. There were tools everywhere. I didn’t really keep the place clean, there’s shit everywhere! I suppose I will have t’ do a betta job when I start with the Queen. I can’t believe it; I’m her right hand man; that’s incredible. After six hours, he had finished cleaning and decided to go to the tavern one last time before commencing work with the Queen. Edward was worn out after the hectic day. He had one tankard and went back to his workshop. After a good night’s sleep he awoke early for his appointment with the Queen. I knew what the Queen had in mind and I wasn't looking forward to it; although if my calculations were correct, I should be free again by twelve midday; unfortunately, poor Edward did not have the same luxury.


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The Queen did not sleep too well; she was actually very excited at the prospect that Edward was to commence work for her. She had waited for a long time to be in a position that she could have a man firmly under her control and now her fantasies were beginning to materialise. The best thing that had happened as far as she was concerned was that she had caught Edward masturbating and now she knew that she could blackmail him if necessary. Edward did not want his antics to become public knowledge and the Queen was fully aware that she had him by the balls. She certainly lived up to her nickname; “Queen Prick”. Her behaviour in her previous relationships was less than noble; all of her men friends had been treated with utter contempt and as far as she was concerned, they were the dirt under her feet. She delighted in having them under her total control and she enjoyed humiliating them at every possible opportunity. She enjoyed being the Queen because she knew it was hard for them to say “no” to her for anything she desired. Queen Prick loved the power that she had and the fact that she could make them squirm and beg for mercy. She was a cruel, heartless, nasty piece of work. The way she had them begging for mercy, was by getting them to agree to being tied to the bed; they were convinced that by allowing her to do this that they would receive the best sex that they had ever had. But once tied and secure, she had no limits and Edward seemed to be falling straight into her trap. That was Queen Prick, but what about the other Queens? Yes, there were other Queens. There were no other “bodies” except the “body” of “Queen Anne”. Queen Anne was suffering from a multipersonality disorder. There were four personalities in total. “Queen Prick”: was a sadistic nymphomaniac! “Queen of Diamonds”: was a sexual tease. “The Tigress”: dabbled in black magic, and the “Queen of hearts”: was a kind compassionate woman and the true personality of “Queen Anne”. She knew she had a problem, she would sit down and relax and the next thing she knew was that she had missed one or two days and did not have a clue what had been happening. When she regained consciousness, she had been told that


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she had been acting in an erratic manner as if she had been possessed or something. In fact that’s exactly what had happened; she had been possessed. In desperation; she had consulted a witch doctor. This kind of contact would normally have been frowned upon had anyone found out but the consultation was in complete confidence and the Queen of Hearts really had no choice if she wanted to find out what her problem was. “Your highness you have a multi personality disorder; you are living four lives instead of only one!” The witch doctor said with a worried look on his face. “What do you mean?” She thinks, what on earth is happening to me? “Well your highness, in each and every incarnation, we all evolve at a spiritual level; each life generates a new personality. At the time of death, the personality goes on into the afterlife until it is time to come back again. “At the time of reincarnation into a new body, the memories of the old personality per-say are lost. It’s as if the old personality did not exist as far as memories are concerned. This is the mind of memory; this is the mind that keeps a record of all of our experiences; it is really like an archive and a sleeping giant. But it does not have thoughts. It does not know logic; it is merely a library where all our experiences are kept. “The old personality does not normally re manifest as it was previously; it starts anew but can draw on its previous talents, by intuitively tapping into the great sub-conscious mind. Consequently, as the new personality develops, it gradually becomes aware that certain talents seem natural; that’s because it has already learned them in the previous incarnation. However, there are some instances though where for some reason the previous personality seems to break through at a fully conscious level; it’s as if it has not become “one” with the new personality and that it is still separate. This is what causes a split personality; because there are two instead of one. “No-one seems to know why this happens and when it does, it is a rare occurrence.” The Queen thinks; and I have to be the rare


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occurrence, incredible. “Your Highness, maybe there is a possibility that something could be done. I could hypnotise you in an attempt to hopefully get rid of the other personalities.” “I certainly want to get rid of them but I don’t like the idea of going under a hypnotic spell; I’ll think about it?” She was very frustrated that she could not be in control of her body all the time and could not help wondering what the other personalities were up to while she was unconscious. The witch doctor told her that the other Queens, especially “Queen Prick”, had a completely different personality; that she was sadistic and a nymphomaniac and that she would do anything that she could to embarrass other people especially men, who she liked to torment and to use them solely for her sexual gratification. The witch doctor also briefly mentioned the other two personalities. One of them had the nickname: “the Queen of Diamonds”; she got this nickname because she always played very hard to get, just the way that a diamond is very hard to get. She gets her sexual gratification by teasing men sexually but that’s all she did most of the time; she would entice them into her bedroom only to tease them and leave them frustrated due to her not allowing them to reach an orgasm. He said, that more than three hundred years ago, the “Tigress” lived her life, then she was re born as “Queen Prick”, then the “Queen of Diamonds”, then followed by “You” Your Highness; “the Queen of Hearts.” She thinks, this is absolutely outrageous; they are using my body for their own sexual gratification. I feel degraded; it makes me feel like a slut and other people probably think I am. It seems I can’t do much to stop it happening, it is very frustrating. I’ll think seriously about what the witch doctor is advising. Then she bursts into tears and thinks, I’m not sure if I can cope with this, why is this happening to me? She was absolutely devastated that she had no control. The one personality that The Queen of Hearts had become particularly perturbed about was the “Tigress”. Apparently this one was a force to be reckoned with. In a previous life prior to the life of Queen Prick, she had dabbled in black magic. She was very experienced with a


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lot of techniques and was capable of instantaneous movement, which meant that she could move from one position to another in a split second. She could levitate and also move objects without touching them. She was also very vicious and sadistic. The Queen of Hearts was in a real dilemma because she was certainly not like any of the other Queens. She did enjoy sex but she was more into romance and wanted to meet someone who would love her and in turn, she would treat them with the utmost respect. She did not have a cruel bone in her body. Diary: 14th August 1570 Edward turned up at the palace at the prescribed time and the butler opened the door. “Yes Sir, do you have an appointment?” “Yes, I am to start work for the Queen this morning.” “Just one moment sir, I’ll be right back.” The butler returned swiftly. “No sir, I’m sorry, the Queen has not made any appointments today; actually she has not been very well at all and needed some time to herself but even so, she has stated that she does not have any appointments.” Edward thinks, what the hell is she doing? What the hell is this game she's playing? “Sir, I do in fact have an appointment; would you please double check that there has not been a mistake?” At the same moment, the Queen appears. “I’m sorry Ma-am;” said the Butler; this man insists that he is here to start work for you this morning?” The Queen suddenly thinks, I cannot even remember what happened yesterday, maybe he does have an appointment, am I going mad? “Come in sir, now I recall; sorry about the inconvenience.” Edward is confused, what the hell is goin’ on here; yesterday she buys my property and hires me as a servant an’ now she can't even remember me; what the hell have I got myself into? “Come in sir, we will sort this thing out very quickly. What is your name kind sir?” I can’t believe this, is she mad or is it me that’s mad, what the fuck is goin’ on? He thought, as his agitation started to build.


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“My name is Edward James your highness; I realise you may not have had time to read my contract properly as yet.” The Queen is becoming very uneasy; she knows what the problem is but she does not know how to explain it to Edward because he is a stranger. She thinks, I have to trust him otherwise I will never get to the bottom of this. I’ll explain my situation to him. “I need to explain something to you Edward but it must be in the strictest confidence.” “It certainly will be Your Highness.” She explains the whole multi personality problem to him because this is the only way she can find out what’s going on. I hope I haven’t told the wrong person about my predicament, this situation would not look good at all if the news gets around, she thought. “Your highness, now I fully understand the situation and I’ll also explain what has eventuated over the last two days.” He explains in full exactly what has happened and we all feel a lot more at ease. It seems strange; I say, “We all feel at ease”; I'm fully involved for about another two hours. Talk about Deja vu again; after all, it was me who previously went through this ordeal in my last incarnation. “Well maybe we can start from the beginning Edward. I think it is a very good idea that you have been hired, as we need a live-in tradesman around here. Perhaps Queen Prick did something useful. As you can see, there is a lot to do in the way of repairs and I do in fact require a wall built between the large drawing room and my bedroom so that I may have some privacy. You seem like a very nice man Edward, I’m sure we will get along just fine.” She rings a bell and a waiter appears very swiftly. “Bring me two goblets of wine Bruno! Let’s relax Edward and we can decide how to get you settled in.” The Queen settles down and appears a bit sleepy. “Oh dear, please excuse me Edward; I just need to close my eyes for a minute.” Edward thinks, this is all very strange, as the Queen yawns. After a few minutes she opens her eyes; and looks at Edward with her stone hard face. Edward knows that something is wrong and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.


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“What the hell are you doing in my quarters? You Pervert! Who invited you into this room? Guards, arrest this man!” she yells. Two guards run in from the adjacent servant’s quarters. “Yes your highness, what shall we do with him?” “On second thoughts, leave him here; I haven’t finished with him yet!” The guards leave. “Well, well, well, you little pervert, when I first saw you at your workshop you were masturbating and wearing women’s clothes and now I catch you sneaking around near my bedroom; this sort of crime is punishable by two months in the tower where it’s cold and dark; what do you have to say about that?” Edward thinks, what the hell is wrong with her, is she insane? “Your highness, I was invited into this room by the Queen of Hearts when I came for my appointment for the work you wanted me to do.” “Rubbish, there is no such person as the “Queen of Hearts”; I am the only Queen here! Unless of course you can produce the “Queen of Hearts” by some sort of magic, like a “rabbit out of a hat”. Well where is she? I'm waiting! You were instructed to come here and work for me, but you were not invited in to my quarters!” “But Your Highness, I can explain?” “Quiet you Pervert, now strip off!” Edward is alarmed; I must have miss-heard her surely? “How do you mean Your Highness?” Edward is absolutely dumfounded; he is certain he is hearing things. “Strip off I said! Don’t you understand English? if you don’t strip off, I will have you thrown into the tower for two months.” Edward is very worried, this could not be happening but it is; I can’t believe she just said that. “I could not do that Your Highness!” “So you want the tower then?”

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