Little did Sir Arthur Conan Doyle realize that he was not writing about a fictional character, but in fact, about a living one.
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Author's Notes:
In order to honestly portray the
real life of the late or not, great author Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, I am forced
to use a labored device of separating our world's view of him and that of the
real world he became deeply a part of after his translation/transition to the
higher plane of its existence.
I hope you will bear with me as I
divulge facts known about this great father figure of fiction on our world and
then diverge to the alternate world of Victorian London which he later became a
regular and respected citizen of.
I will as needed go back and revise
certain portions of my essay on his fictional as well as real life on both our
world and that of alternate Victorian London, as I see fit to do.
It has been many years since he and
his friends met with me and regaled me with many a night of pleasurable
conversation and tales of great wonder and adventure.
I am both amazed and amused as the
years have gone by with how much we as citizens of our world have truly missed
by not having a closer connection with that higher reality that is the Baker
Street Universe.
Most Sincerely
And with Great Respect
-- The Author --
Sir
Arthur at work in his later years prior to his translation to the Baker
Street Universe.
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Sir Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle
From Wikipedia
Sir Arthur was born on May 22, 1859
at 11 Picardy Place, Edinburgh, Scotland.
He was a writer and a physician,
most noted for his fictional stories about the detective Sherlock Holmes, which
are generally considered milestones in the field of crime fiction.
He is also known for writing the
fictional adventures of a second character he invented, Professor Challenger,
and for popularizing the mystery of the Mary Celeste.
He was a prolific writer, whose
other works include fantasy and science fiction stories, plays, romances,
poetry, non-fiction and historical novels.
From Wiki Universe
Mister Doyle, who later went on to
become a renown writer, famous for mysteries and great adventures, was also
known to be heavily involved in the occult sciences, or mostly for the
debunking of them, using his fame to chastise and expose charlatans in the
occult arts who used their so-called mystical powers to relieve the ignorant of
great sums of money.
Mister Doyle was later on knighted
for his fictional works, while secretly deployed in the underground and highly
top secret organization of the late and great Mary Queen of Scots, known for
her penchant for secrecy as well as philanthropy.
Conan, as known to his friends, led
a dual life, much as the famous James Bond did in the alternate world he was
originally born to.
Little is known of his earlier steps
to acquiring his arcane understanding of the occult forces and the wizardry
attached to them, though many believe he was secretly iniateted into the
Brotherhood of Bright Elves, a secret magical organization formed when the
parallel world Victorian London became open to the world of Fairie. (See the
article of Fairie for more information on this land.)
From Wikipedia
Early life
Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle was born
on 22 May 1859 at 11 Picardy Place, Edinburgh.
His father, Charles Altamont Doyle,
was born in England of Irish Catholic descent, and his mother, Mary (née
Foley), was Irish Catholic.
His parents married in 1855.
In 1864 the family dispersed due to
Charles's growing alcoholism and the children were temporarily housed across
Edinburgh. In 1867, the family came together again and lived in squalid
tenement flats at 3 Sciennes Place.
Supported by wealthy uncles, Doyle
was sent to the Jesuit preparatory school Hodder Place, Stonyhurst, at the age
of nine (1868–70). He then went on to Stonyhurst College until 1875. From 1875
to 1876, he was educated at the Jesuit school Stella Matutina in Feldkirch,
Austria.
By the time he left, he had rejected
religion and become an agnostic,[6] though he would eventually become a
spiritualist mystic.
Doyle's father died in 1893, in the
Crichton Royal, Dumfries, after many years of psychiatric illness.
From Wiki Universe
In truth Conan's father did not die
of alcoholism, but instead entered a very hush, hush program that dealt
with the alternate worlds that were connected to Victorian London.Their
exploration by this great man will probably never be known for a long time, as
the very secretive and powerful Queen Mary of Scots has seen fit to keep his
work a secret until her death, long may she live!
It is a known fact that Conan
never had to go without anything as a child, though his mother was very careful
in his upbringing to see to his education as well as his moral aptitude.
It was therefore a great loss to her
when her son became ill with tuberculosis, which at that time was a great
equalizer of men, both great and humble, and took his life.
She is known to have grieved a great
many years for the loss of her only son, and when she passed on, had left a
great fortune in his name, which no one dared to touch, for so loved was she
from her great acts of charity. Which is no wonder that when Conan found
himself translated into the alternate Victorian London, he became immediately a
man of great wealth and circumstances.
It is not known at this time if his
father had anything to do with that, though Sherlock, a friend he would late
make, did strongly believe so. In fact, he was so certain of it, that he even
spoke on behalf of Conan at the reading of the late widow's will, which had
been delayed until a relative of the deceased could be discovered.
The reality was that Sherlock and
Watson, on be half of the good Queen Mary of Scots, had deterred until such
search until the time was right....her words! So evidently the Queen had
more information available to her than even Sherlock and Watson had deduced,
for her to be able to so skillfullyl maneuver so many people into the positions
she desired.
The late Lord Hanover believed that
the Queen was not in fact the Queen at all, but came from another realm when
the true queen had perished from tuberculosis, much as the original Conan had.
No one will ever know for sure, but
I am working my best do dig up more facts as I continue bringing the stories of
Conan and his heroic friends...The Baker Street Adventurers.
Although Doyle is often referred to
as "Conan Doyle," his baptism entry in the register of St Mary's
Cathedral, Edinburgh, gives "Arthur Ignatius Conan" as his Christian
names, and simply "Doyle" as his surname. It also names Michael Conan
as his godfather.The cataloguers of the British Library and the Library of
Congress treat "Doyle" alone as his surname.
Steven Doyle, editor of the Baker
Street Journal, has written, "Conan was Arthur's middle name. Shortly
after he graduated from high school he began using Conan as a sort of surname.
But technically his last name is simply 'Doyle'." When knighted he was
gazetted as Doyle, not under the compound Conan Doyle. Nevertheless, the actual
use of a compound surname is demonstrated by the fact that Doyle's second wife
was known as "Jean Conan Doyle" rather than "Jean Doyle".
From Wiki Universe
It was quite confusing for Conan as
he grew up, seemingly abandoned by his father, an ailing mother unable to cope
with the realities of her life, doting on him much more than perhaps she should
have. But in reality his father and she were quite well connected and would
meet each other at special rendevous arranged by the good Queen Mary of Scots.
During such times they would discuss the growth and needs of their son, and
come up with plans to nurture hm.
Had they known the illness that was
winding its way already through his sensitive system lurked there like a
serpent ready to strike, their efforts might have been turned a different
direction than their son's education and moral rectitude, but like many
parents, unaware of death approaching, they went on as if nothing would ever be
different in their lives.
The father with his secret missions;
the mother with her charitable work and administration to Conan's upbringing.
Therefore the day came when he began coughing up blood into his hanky and the
distress of that moment brought on a severe and harsh reality that they had not
expected to deal with.
Mary Doyle immediately sought refuge
in her faith, being an Irish Catholic, but found no salvation in that and in
time became embittered towards religion, and what to her seemed hollow promises
of healing, not realizing that true healing comes from within, not without.
The father, still on many missions,
sought the advice of wizards and shaman, doctors and magicians, but came up
with nothing. There was no known cure for tuberculosis, known as the Red Death,
and which had mangled civilization for decades in the past, decimating more of
the Britains, the Scots and the Frances, all the way to the barbaric lands of
the Mericas.
So it is with great sadness we end
this portion of Conan's life and death in alternate London, for though a brave
young man, and an imaginative one, he would pass into the Great Night without
leaving a mark upon the world except for the braveness of his spirit and the
goodness of his heart.
This version of Conan, as fate would
have it, had to cross into the Light of a greater world, in order for the one
from ours to enter theirs and become famous for his masterwork works of fiction
and fantasy, as well as his companionship to the good Professor Challenger and
Sherlock Holmes.
Charles
Altamont Doyle, Conan's father.
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Below is a photo of Conan's father,
and how Conan himself might have looked had he managed to reach those years. It
is interesting to note that while our Conan looks exactly like the alternate
Victorian London's father, the two of them were not the same.
Each universe, parallel world, or
dimension if you will, has its own unique set of laws, allowing for some rather
startling diversions in time and space.
Hence, our world relying heavily on
the intellect and physical technology, and the alternate London relying more so
on magic and a blend of technology.
Many people in London knew Arthur as a somewhat busy man who spent much time
debunking mystics and delivering scathing comments on the occult community and
its tendency to lure innocent people into traps of fantasy in order to coerce
money from them.An accomplished writer the years appeared to have flown by, leaving him old and gray, until the death he finally met his Maker when he crossed over into the Light on July 7, 1930.
A little known fact to most afficonados of Sherlock Holmes is that he did not die when Sir Arthur Conan Doyle crossed over into the Light on July 7, 1930. Far from it.
Not only did Sir Arthur Conan Doyle not truly die on that day, but neither did Sherlock Holmes, who was to later become a very close friend of the author, die with him. He was not a fictional character as described in the few stories that he was featured in by the author Doyle. In fact Sherlock Holmes had a very healthy and robust life of his own long before Sir Arthur Conan Doyle met him in person.
It was in 1885 when Conan was still relatively unknown that Sherlock Holmes,
changed his name from Bobby in honor of the Scotland yard police, to that of
Sherlock...or sure lock.
Shortly after that event, for some unknown reason Sherlock was awakened in
the middle of the night by a strange visitation. It was Conan himself in a
ghostly form telling Sherlock that he wanted to write about his career.
He explained that he needed the money and that he would make the young man
famous if he helped him.At the time Sherlock found that to be an odd thing to request, as he himself
was just a very youngman, not even established in the detective business, and
John Watson was still some one hehad barely met in school before his friend
hurried off to become part of the China wars.
The artist's name was Sydney Paget, and while fans of the series loved the images, thinking they were fanciful depictions of the eagle nosed detective, in fact they were the artist's very own visage.
Later on, as Sherlock married and gave birth to his son, Sheridan, he would reveal that the artist in fact had been himself, and he could finally reveal to the world that all his life he had wanted to be a painter, a depicter of visual portraits and the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle gave him that venue to plunder to his heart's content.
If any of this sounds a bit confusing, it's only because the two worlds of man here and man there were intertwined much closer than any had ever thought. Even the mystical agnostic Sir Arthur Conan Doyle through the years had to hide his beliefs in a somewhat more fantastic depiction of reality in order to make his journeys back and forth and eventually be plucked from our world by his good friend, and depicted character, Professor Challenger. As an old man his mind was fading and his faculties failing, but once translated into the alternate Baker Street Universe, he regained his youthful look of twenty-five and his health as well.
Known to the author, Mister Pirillo, is a little known fact that there is a direct connection between our world and another series of worlds that are the exact duplicate of our own, down to every detail except for the fact that every story every written has been an actual event that occurred in one or more of those parallel worlds in that parallel universe, which is known by the author as "The Baker Street Universe."
This blog will be updated once a week with new commentary and a story.
Enjoy!
John
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