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Oct 31, '16

A Journal made by the Free-Booters into the South Sea, in 1684. and in the following Years. By Raveneau de Lussan.

Leaving oneself a written record is a wonderful thing as it then when discovered becomes easy to see the origin of ones present recollection of subconscious memory. For I was born with an extra blood supply to the back left side of my brain. This is indeed the part of the brain that is capable of accessing the ROM subconscious memory. Every since I was born in this physical life I have had flash backs of memory from times gone by that I could not account for. On analysis they were emotional memories from major incidents that occurred in past lives synchronous with my age and the age that my former physical self had experienced them. Exactly as if there were no time and all was happening simultaneously!

In this article I discuss the reason why I have had a lifelong obsession with the French Musketeers!

Musketeers of the Guard entering the citadel of Valenciennes. The Siege of Valenciennes took place from November 1676 to March 1677, during the Franco-Dutch War.

Raveneau recounts his childhood

“It is no very uncommon thing for a child that is a native of Paris, to go and seek his fortune abroad, and to entertain a fixed design of becoming a man engaged in hazardous adventures. This city, within which most of the Wonders of the World are contained, and which is perhaps the greatest that can be met with, ought, in my opinion, to have the preference of any other upon the face of the Earth. But who is he that can penetrate into the secrets of Nature, and give a reason for some sort of inclinations she works in the minds of mortals? As for myself, I must confess I am not able to give an account of the depth of my desires; and all that I can say, is, that I have always had a most passionate disposition for travel. Scarce was I seven years old, when, through some innate notions, whereof I had not the mastery, I began to steal out of my Father's house: It's true, my first rambles were not far, because my age and strength would not allow them to be so; but they were so much the more frequent; and I have often given my parents the trouble to look after me in the suburbs, and that place we call "la Vilette": However, as I grew up, my excursions were the larger, and by degrees I accustomed myself to lose a slght of Paris.

This rambling sort of humour was accompanied with another, which I dare not dignify with the name of a martial one, but was such as wrought in me an ardent desire to see some siege or battle: I could not hear the noise of the drum in the streets without those transports of mind, the remembrance whereof does still operate a kind of a vigorous heat and joy in me. It so fell out at length, that I met with an Officer, with whom I had but a slender acquaintance, but my warlike genius quickly inclined me to make him my friend. I looked upon him as a person who could

be very serviceable to me in my designs; and it was with this prospect I applied myself to manage him. The Siege of Conde being happily commenced at this time, and he being obliged to serve there with his Company, I made him the offer of a sword that had hither to done neither good not harm to any man, but which I was passionately desirous to make use of. Here it was that he gave me the first instances of his friendship, for he took me freely along with him, and kept me all the Campaign; at the breaking up whereof I returned with him no ways discouraged, or weary from war, as the greatest part of them are, who have had but just a taste of it. And this I tell you was my first adventure.

The second was not quite so good, for the success that attended it, though it was alike agreeable to my palate, and according to my heart's desire,

I happened to become a Cadet in the Marine Regiment, but I fell in to the hands of a Captain, who was so wonderous skilful to drain the children of the family of their money; so that this campaign, wherein I hoped to have done the King some service, was worn away in expences. My Father gave more than he should, or I desired to get my discharge, and to set me once at full liberty to take to what I liked best; It was not perhaps his Inclination I should do so, but it was mine, and was not long to seek.

God, who it seems, was not willing to make me full of conceit with the trade, was so much the better guide unto me at this time, as I was ill-guided before; For Monsieur the Count d' Avegean, whose personal merit has sufficiently distinguished him in the Body of the French Guards, took me along with him to the Siege of St. Guislain, where I failed not to meet with new pleasures in the use of arms, though it were never so hot. There were a great many mens' lives lost at this siege which yet did not cool the desires I had to hazard my own: And tho my parents, who could not well brook this my gadding humour, were in hopes the "Fatigue of War" would cure me of it, they were mistaken in this matter; for I was no sooner got upon the stones of Paris, but I grew weary of being there. I had nothing but voyages in my head, and those that were longest and most accompanied with dangers, appeared to me.....”–77)

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