Author Jane Austen’s Birth Gateway


Brilliant Woman. Respected and reviled in her time. She was an introvert writer.
One of the greatest romantic writers to ever live. She was treated horrifically for being single and a writer in the 19th century.

Jane Austen (/ˈɒstɪn, ˈɔːstɪn/ OST-in, AW-stin; 16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817) was an English novelist known primarily for her six novels, which implicitly interpret, critique, and comment on the English landed gentry at the end of the 18th century. Austen’s plots often explore the dependence of women on marriage for the pursuit of favorable social standing and economic security. Her works are implicit critiques of the novels of sensibility of the second half of the 18th century and are part of the transition to 19th-century literary realism.

Her use of social commentary, realism, wit, and irony have earned her acclaim amongst critics and scholars.


Born
16 December 1775
Steventon, Hampshire, England
Died
18 July 1817 (aged 41)
Winchester, Hampshire, England
Resting place
Winchester Cathedral, Hampshire
Occupation
Novelist
Alma mater
Reading Abbey Girls’ School (1785–1786)
Period
Georgian (Regency era)
Genre

Literary Realistic Romantic Fiction Satire

Years active
1787–1817
Notable works

  • Sense and Sensibility
  • Pride and Prejudice
  • Mansfield Park
  • Emma
  • Northanger Abbey
  • Persuasion
  • The anonymously published Sense and Sensibility (1811), Pride and Prejudice (1813), Mansfield Park (1814), and Emma (1816) were modest successes, but they brought her little fame in her lifetime. She wrote two other novels—Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, both published posthumously in 1817—and began another, eventually titled Sanditon, but it was left unfinished on her death. She also left behind three volumes of juvenile writings in manuscript, the short epistolary novel Lady Susan, and the unfinished novel The Watsons.

Sea of Stars


“I make the mistake of wishing for a perfect sea of stars to hand to you so that all you see is heaven on earth”-Me 2/6/25

Essay: Follow Intuition, not Feelings


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Can Time be Measured?


Can time really be measured? It’s like trying to measure 0 or infinity. ♾️ Ultimately, there is no time. It’s an illusion, a ghost of manifestation of stuff for learning only.

So, no, it can not really be measured.
That’s why the days pass in life, babies grow up, houses and mates come and go and before you know it, you can feel that time didn’t really pass at all yet you called it years.

Something always stood still, no movement unless your mind or heart really changed. Somehow, that is beyond your body. It’s your breath.

Light and Shadow are Not Good and Bad


We live with both

The Urantia Book talks about this misperception at length. It’s all goofed up in people’s minds because of religion.

There is good…but evil is just ERROR. It’s just a mistake but as we hear all the time, you have to try, fall down and fail in order to learn. That’s not bad. It’s actually good to be full of mistakes. Those folks learn quicker because they get sick of suffering. Lol

I suffered for years with my body because I made the mistake of not being mindful about eating baked goods and blew up like a balloon! I still ate healthy food, veggies and fruit, not a ton of processed. But I was out of hand with the baking. Done now. It was a mistake and an addiction! No different than cigarette addiction.

You’re going to pay a price with your life if you don’t go cold turkey. And even then you’ve done damage to your body you have to heal. Same with thieves who end up in jail. My jail was my body and hurt feelings from insensitive men. What’s new? Some women like mean, bad men because they are. I’m not one of them.

If you make a mistake you are forgiven, but mostly you have to forgive yourself, figure out why you were in shadow and come into the light. Shadow and mistakes aren’t bad. They are a teacher. Live and learn folks.

Here’s some “out there” jazz for ya from 1962-63 when I dropped onto the planet.