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On the Road

ME 19 (2)

Chapter 1   Kenosha, Wisconsin  

 

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Where do I begin? I shall start with a place I remember clearly because I was HAPPY there. When I explain it it’s revealed what makes me happy – what does not. It will be the OPPOSITE of what folks imagine, how most people think. Let me just say it, cut the wordiness.

 

The owner first tells me I’m UNDERPAID. He said,

 

“Your salary doesn’t make sense. It goes from $500 a week, then it jumps to $1,000 a week – there’s no in between. Your agent asked for $600, but if you are Miss Nude Universe, you should be getting $1,000. When your agent told me $600, I thought what is wrong with her? She’s Miss Nude Universe from Playboy, I got the picture, you’re perfect – he isn’t representing you properly.”

 

Story of my life, perpetually underpaid. How did I know how things worked in this area of show biz? It was my first lifetime being a stripper, so that’s how it works? So give me that extra $400, but of course, he didn’t, I got the six hundred & that was that.

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Now he puts me in a building that can only be described as ‘desolate.’ No fancy hotel, no comfy motel, a building where I’m on the third floor, the only occupant. Everything is wood; walls, floors, lacquered black. The hallway is lit with one light bulb hanging from the ceiling, no shade on it. My room is small, the bare necessities, {no sheets or blanket, I had to improvise. It’s been like that before in rooms provided by club owners} but somehow charming though bleak – the bathroom is down the hall.

 

At first, when going to the rest room I was nervous as to were there any occupants {men} who would see me partially dressed & present a danger? But I never, in the entire week, saw one other soul in any room. I had the whole three floor building to myself.

 

The placement of the building was not in a ‘city’ but a town that you might walk several blocks before finding any sort of business or restaurant. The first day I decided to go look for a restaurant. The owner or his managers gave me no accommodation as to where I’d be fed, no instructions, hints or ideas how I was to eat. And that was the day way before cell phones or iPhone – what year was it? It was early in my stripping career, I retained no documentation from there as I could not get to the press, so I think it was around 1972-73 – {when you’re on the road it can become a BLUR}. I could discover nothing until I went out there. {This treatment of a dancer, even a ‘star’ is typical – they mostly tell you nothing, take you nowhere, do not give you a driver to help you shop or eat – they DON’T HELP. There were exceptions that I will explain as I go along.}

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So I don my clothes & stepping out I see I have NOT prepared well. I believe I was coming from California, not thinking how cold it would be in other places & I DID NOT BRING SOCKS to put into my shoes! The shoes weren’t bad, I remember them well, black with chunky 2” heels, but in the snow, as I waded through some banks, the snow got into the shoes & froze my feet.

 

I recall being scared. I saw a person walking down the street – just one – & failed to ask him where was the nearest restaurant. After walking a few blocks I gave up, went back to the building. As I said, I saw no businesses, convenient places I could enter & ask for info.

 

So the rest of the week went like this. There’s no phone in the building, no cell phone, but I know at a certain time a driver will pick me up nightly. Yes, I recall those stairs, he sometimes waits in a large room, like a ballroom, below me, I go there & we drive to the club.

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        Now mind you, I have had no breakfast or lunch, no coffee, nothing. It’s night – perhaps 8 or 9 pm. Across the street from the club on the corner is a LIQUOR STORE. Ah, there’s FOOD! You know the snacks they have on a rack – nuts, candies, pretzels, potato chips, I get a few packs of those – that’s my food & the only food I’ll have the whole day & week. Can’t recall what I drink, if it was juice or soda or just water, definitely not alcohol as I didn’t drink then.

 

Now the deprivation of my situation, the isolation of the building, lack of amenities, conversation & food, was like being in a monastery on ‘bread & water.’ I felt close to God. There were no distractions. That is to say, in the absence of outside attraction, entertainment or diversion, one centers upon oneself, & inside of me is God. So I was communicating with & aware of God more than usual. So therefore, when I danced, the Presence of God was strong & I created a sensation. The audience brought the roof down, it was like I was the Second Coming, like I was the greatest star they had ever seen, it was spooky. What I understood, simply, was that God’s Light was shining through me, it was reaching the audience. I was a bridge, a conduit. It wasn’t me they were responding to, it was God.

 

When I returned to my bleak monastic room at night I felt the presence of celestial beings & those on the other side of the veil. Marilyn Monroe, for instance, spoke to me. She said,

        “Kellie, be a movie star – it’s easy.”

        She also said,

        “Love everyone.”

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At the time I didn’t know what she meant, this had to be then, long ago. I thought she meant like have sex with all the guys she did, because she had to please men to get ahead in the business. I told her loving everyone would get me into trouble.

        But the most poignant was Elvis Presley’s mom. She appeared strongly & said,

        “Contact Elvis. I want him to get back to his roots.”

        But how on earth could I contact Elvis? I wrote to his manager but of course, did not get an answer.

        I told her I had been infatuated with Elvis, would I be able to date him? She said,

        “You’re too GOOD for him. He needs a girl HE CAN HAVE FUN WITH.”

        She used the word ‘good’ in the sense of ‘virtuous.’ When I repeated it to a journalist he looked at me like I was crazy. I was a stripper, how could I be ‘good?’

        So much for Kenosha.

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Chapter 2   Lexington, Kentucky & Pizza for 2 weeks

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        Before this I had been at this organization’s other club where I laid a bomb. I think it was Chattanooga, TN. My music & act, some of it, did not go over with the audience. Much of the time I was experimenting & some of my tastes run ESOTERIC. You DO NOT want to pull any unusual music, different styles, new ideas, on the road. You’ll get fired or be a flop. I tried out some Latin style 1940’s music that was not orchestral, just a small band, like ‘the Peanut Vendor’ or something with a Mexican outfit, not that glamorous or sexy, & the audience was dead silent, & then one guy called out,

        “Go back to Mexico!”

        I learned I could do ANYTHING in New York City, my headquarters then, where they all knew me like a sister & accepted all that I did – plus NY was a MELTING POT where every stripe of person was in the audience, Black, white, Asian, Latino, European – so they weren’t narrow minded or prejudiced.

        But in the boondocks you have hillbillies, country folk who are narrow minded & prejudiced – they suspect & often DISLIKE anything from the norm; it has to be mainstream popular or country – nothing else.

        Then I also danced regular go-go to the jukebox in between shows, for free, just because I felt like it, & that stole the THUNDER away from my act, made me look ORDINARY if you catch my drift. I was not introduced as the star nor did I wear fancy clothes, I appeared like a house girl. And so, there was too much confusion in who I was & what I was doing – experiments are just that; you learn by your mistakes. So I left this place kind of with my tail between my legs. {Lucky they didn’t fire me!}

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        The next place, Lexington, I was ready to blow them away & I did. I had my most SUPERB music, with a dynamic intro & exit. I tried no more weird shticks, I stuck to the mainstream type glamour; I had my act together. They were in awe of me. The owner said,

 

        “What happened to you in Chattanooga? You didn’t go over, but you’re terrific now.”

        And one of the dancers said to me {she was a classy ballerina with an exquisite act – I don’t know how she managed all her props but the husband helped}

        “When you come out it’s like a supernatural event – an incredible feeling comes out of you.”

        However, we were in a Mall & there was only one restaurant. I tried to go elsewhere to eat, but it was far away, getting a cab there & back was so expensive it was a waste of money. And so, I ate mostly pizza every day for whatever meals I ate, two weeks, daily pizza. After that I could not eat pizza for two years.

 

Chapter 3   Kansas City, Kansas

 

        1972 was my first gig ‘On the Road’ as a stripper. I had been doing go-go & nightclub work in Southern California from 1966 up until then, but now I left California. {Oh yes, there was a job in Colorado I will speak of later}

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        Go go dancing vs stripping, in Southern California, was not what I pursued because the pay to strip was measly. Go go dancing was harder, more time on stage, you had to be YOUNG to do it – I was told the women over 35 didn’t have the ENERGY. So let’s say you could make $300 a week or more doing go go, but the offers for stripping ran to $150 a week. To strip was easier, but I could not afford that, as I was the sole support of two people.

 

        Why did go go take so much energy? You were on the stage 45 minutes during each hour, with 15 minutes to change outfits, fix makeup, go to the rest room etc. There was little time to REST. In my case, I preferred to dance only to FAST music, so it took even more energy.

 

        Now the stripper would do maybe three shows a night, each show lasted 9 to 15 minutes. She was on stage, therefore, in a five hour period, 9 to 2 am, 27 to 45 minutes. Whereas the go go dancer during 5 hours was on stage for a staggering 225 minutes – almost 4 hours.

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        Expense wise, the stripper spent more money on costumes than did the go go dancer, but it was also a pain in the ass to constantly get new go go bikinis & shoes – the shoes wore out fast. Most go go dancers got custom made sequin, rhinestone, fancy bikini shorts – nothing shoddy. But there was no stripping so in most cases, you got on the stage covered somewhat, took off the top, & were topless the rest of the show. The drama of stripping was missing.

 

        I started my career out as a belly dancer – took lessons with a pro, got costumes made, & then, at the two places I auditioned, the pay was $7 a night – if you worked six nights, $42 per week, impossible to live on – it had to be a hobby. {Today’s money $42 would be about $250, which is 1K a month} – add to that go go dancers & belly dancers made tips, but strippers did not. Strippers also, some jobs they paid your room, some did not, that factors a lot into how much you made. Also did they pay your fare – plane, bus or gas money? That’s why people on the road get 2 or 3 times as much money as locals – your room & board costs money, transportation costs money.

 

        At the very END of my career {1986-87}, being famous, the pay I got was high AND they covered all costs, room at a good hotel & plane ticket. And so, $3,000 with all expenses, they were spending 5K. That totals out to about $12,000 in 2021. Of course, I did not work EVERY WEEK, I would have been RICH, but these kind of jobs I only obtained about 5 of them PER YEAR. And I did not keep the money spent on my room or tickets, so it’s less money than appears. My highest take home pay I ever made, then, was about, in today’s money, $36,250. I was never rich from stripping. {I will explain how God graced me with wealth in another book.}

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        OK my first gig is Kansas City. Surprised how UGLY the dancers were, one in particular. This female was out of shape, big belly, face like an orangutan, & she was VILE in her movements. I guess she appealed to the lower nature of men in order to offset her looks.

 

        The manager of the theater – yes – first time I worked in a theater, was also vile. He called me into the office & said,

        “Sit your fucking ass down!”

        What was his problem? I had invited a male onto the premises who I thought was a nice person. He said it was an undercover cop. So why was he afraid? Were they doing anything illegal? Apparently so. Here’s the story with a twist.

 

        The star of the following week appeared at the end of my gig who wanted to buy my blonde wig. I had a couple of them so I sold it to her. Later on I bumped into her on the road again, & she told me this story:

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        “The week after you left, the cops raided the place. Everyone was arrested, the management & dancers, except me. I was wearing your wig – they just let me walk past them & out the door.”

        Hardy har har, the manager who was so rude to me got himself arrested, but the girl they thought was me was the only one they let go. Some kind of karma?

  PS  I forgot to mention that in between our shows, they played vile porno movies.  This happened a lot on the ‘Baker-Berger Circuit’.  That’s the ‘circuit’ I was on now, it went to about 7-8 states, a regular gig I was on back & forth for a while.

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Your FAITH will do MIRACLES

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Your FAITH Will do MIRACLES

from Rasa Von Werder

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Two hundred years ago, at the time of Charles Dicken’s ‘Oliver Twist’, children who roamed the streets of England were considered ‘vermin.’ Orphans had to beg or steal to survive – people would look the other way when passing them.

In Bristol rose a special man who would ‘rob the streets’ of thousands of victims.
George Muller started out bad, his life was drinking, gambling & chasing women. He woke up in jail one day, fearing his Dad’s wrath, he’d been stealing from him since age ten. Dad & his friends supplies the booty for his decadent lifestyle, but it caught up with him when one time he couldn’t pay his bill at an Inn – the owner called the authorities, had him arrested & jailed.

He spent one month there with people like himself & worse – murderers & thieves, until finally his Dad bailed him out & paid his debts, but still, he didn’t change.

How did he, later on, save 120,000 orphans, with housing, nurturing & education? When he found his calling, he had, in today’s money, acquired 180 MILLION in resources for the poor – without ever asking for donations. He would present his plans to the public but ask ONLY GOD to make it possible, & resources came. How did he do it?

A life of Church work was something George’s Dad craved for him – Not because of devotion but being a clergy in Germany brought respect, good money & a great pension. John Frederick Muller provided the education George needed, in what is now called Martin Luther University in Harley.

George began his studies but his old ways were still there. Then something great happened. He met a young man, quiet & thoughtful, Christof Frederick Beta – they were close. Beta was a lapsed Christian, he hoped George’s worldly ways would rub off on him, while George hoped Christof would help him improve. Beta was going to religious meetings every Saturday – Muller wanted to go, but Beta thought he’d hate it & said no, finally relented as he was being hounded & there they went.

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The meeting was praying, singing, reading the bible, then a sermon. How would the playboy react? He LOVED IT. On the outside, he was living the high life, but inside he was empty & miserable. This was a powerful CONVERSION, not dry, harsh religion but the LOVE of God sprang up in his heart & he jumped for joy with new hope & desire for life.

But George did not want to be clergy, he wished to go to the missions, so that would not satisfy his Dad’s needs – they had to end his sponsorship. God provided George with work for his last two college years, but he worked so hard he collapsed from exhaustion.

At the suggestion of friends, his destiny was now the Seacoast town of Teignmouth. Here he found a soul mate – a Scotsman & pastor same age as he – 24 – named Henry Cray. They were both converted in college.

Henry Clay introduced him to the great follower of Christ, Anthony Norris Groves – who lived by faith alone, following the ‘Go sell all you have, give to the poor & follow me’ precept of Jesus – he actually did this literally, giving away all his fortune – with his wife – trusting in God to take care of them & their ministry.

George Muller was impressed & decided to follow the same path, relying on God alone. He also fell in love with Groves sister, Mary Groves, who was equally fervent, & married her – a good choice to stay right with God & mission.

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He saw the path as adventure – sell all you don’t need, trust in God – few had done this, it was new.
It was time to move on, & both George & Henry Clay moved to Bristol where they partnered in ministry. Financially Bristol was in bad condition, having lost their lucrative slave trade, but they survived.

Good people took note that poor children were dying in the streets. There were no antibiotics, they got sick from cold & damp & died. The government responded by putting them into ‘work houses’ along with grown men – it was something everyone dreaded. {Jack London did research on this, passed himself off as impoverished & experienced these ‘work houses’ as well as the institutions that gave out ‘free food’ which was just bread, & these were frightening, dangerous & deplorable. They were torture to the inmates, they were given only food for hard work, {just bread} maybe a dirty place to sleep, & forced to listen to harsh sermons for hours.}

Charles Dickens was writing of this in his newspaper column, he visited George Mullers orphanages & gave them high marks.

George had availed himself of free lodging for poor divinity students in Germany, a huge organization created by Professor Angus Herman Franka – who housed 2,000 orphans. It was a little city in itself, with all the amenities, all were treated humanely.

In England orphanages existed only in London, but they excluded the poor, only those of middle class, who could pay, were welcome.
Muller’s vision began to take shape imitating Prof. Franka. He beg

an to think, pray & ask God to build the orphanage & God answered within days, with more money than he had prayed for.

And so it started – throw all one’s faith in God – divest yourself of all you don’t need, & rely on God alone. Do not ask people for money or resources, but tell them what you are doing, what you will do, but don’t say I need your money, I need you to do this – don’t tell them anything but your plans & they will provide.

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People started bringing gifts, donations, food, housing supplies, everything. They got a landlord to give them a good building for low rent. It went great for two years, then followed seven years of ‘famine’ where they had to buckle down & all workers had to sacrifice, sell things of their own to keep it going, but they did.

He never stopped working, built four major institutions in a beautiful natural area, all were housed, fed, clothed & educated properly.

Mary died & George married again, then she died, he kept working. He said God never allowed him to be lonely as God was the center of his life & filled the void. He worked until God called him to his eternal rest, a happy old man of 93.

SEE THIS ON YOU TUBE:

Robber of the Cruel Streets: The Story of George Muller (2006) | Full Movie | Adam Stone

George Müller (1805-1898) was a German playboy who found Christ and then gave his life to serve Christ unreservedly. His mission was to rescue orphans from the wretched street life that enslaved so many children in England during the time of Charles Dickens and Oliver Twist. Müller did rescue, care for, feed, and educate such children by the thousands. The costs were enormous for such a great work. Yet, amazingly, he never asked anyone for money. Instead he prayed, and his children never missed a meal. This docu-drama presents his life story and shows how God answered prayer and met their needs. It is a story that raises foundational questions regarding faith and finances. Also included are two special documentaries on Müller and some of the lives affected by his work.
Director: Crawford Telfer
Starring: Adam Stone, Andy Harrison

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Success 4 Book & Marriage

ME 19 (2)

New Book will Please Women Greatly But Not Men as it’s Female Power

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I take notice when Dad appears as that is always re MARRIAGE. In my vocabulary, he’s the one that will give me away to the bridegroom, so when he’s in the dream, it’s about that.

There is some to-do about a mysterious institutional building, like a huge museum, somewhat scary & elegant, something special but I can’t explain it.

*(LARGE INSTITUTIONAL BUILDING: Might be referring to the ‘INSTITUTION OF MARRIAGE’ & could be LIKE A MUSEUM as marriage, as we know it, is ancient, old fashioned, mostly belongs in a museum – few women are given genuine marriages or real relationships.)*

I was around looking at this building & entered it. I thought it was completely empty, but later, after I somehow get an apt here, I discover other women – not many – just a few – entering or leaving their apt’s, but the rest of this huge building is empty. I would say it has 100 rooms.

*(A FEW WOMEN GOT APT’S BUT MOST OF THE 100 ROOMS ARE EMPTY: Very few ladies have genuine relationships as I am given {spiritual marriages, where you become one.}

I also at some point went to an old residence of mine, completely walled in, yard & dwelling, opened the door & saw the beautiful grey Persian cat with her thick, fluffy tail. I was frightened that I had left her there by mistake, & did she have food & water? Apparently yes, because I see her slinking about a little, & there is green all around as this is a yard, but it’s all enclosd where you can’t get out, or in unless you have the key. But she’s safe.

*(ENCLOSED, CAN’T GET OUT, I LEFT HER THERE, BUT SHE HAD NOURISHMENT & IS SAFE: Sense image material is this beautiful cat who’s not been here a while, she visits for food, this is saying her owners have not let her out – but the real symbol is my sexuality or vagina has been alone, ‘ENCLOSED’ is a spiritual term of being ‘walled in’ or voluntarily living in total seclusion.
My God Self or Higher Self who has caused this, but my lower self has been nourished & safe. I portray my flesh as ‘beautiful’ – haha.)*

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Then I’m inside some sort of dwelling similar to my house. I find plastic see-through square bowls, they were underneath some wooden thing, the porch there built last year – I take out several & tell someone these will be great to put planters into {they hold water.}

*(TALKING TO SOMEONE ABOUT PLANTS, MAKING PLANS FOR PLANTS & SEE-THROUGH HOLDERS: The person I’m talking to is Dad, identified below, & he’s standing on the side of this hill there as described. PLANTS are PLANS or PROJECTS, things we PLANT we hope WILL GROW. I must be talking about the PREPARING FOR PHYSICAL MARRIAGE.)*

My Dad is wearing glasses & light blue clothes, seems to be higher up on the left, standing, at the side of the hill. I say to him maybe we could go out, I would love to eat something COLD {like ice cream.} For some reason he doesn’t seem to want to go out. Oh yes, I forgot, I told him I wanted him to see my new apt & meet my new boyfriend, then we’d go out to eat – maybe. Maybe they’d sit together at the table with me, & yet, I somehow think that might be awkward. This new bf reminds me of David C, an actor I used to be friends with, he’s wearing light blue also & has a mustache. I picture him at the door of my new place, facing outward. Is he waiting for me or greeting me?

*(BOTH DAD & NEW BF WEAR LIGHT BLUE: This might be A BIT OF SADNESS re the DELAY in the physical marriage of Lover Bob & myself.
Why is Dad on the hill, {embankment} like higher up? Could mean suffering, as hills are usually Golgotha to me. He wishes this marriage would come about sooner.
And BOB is shown STANDING AT THE DOOR as if WAITING FOR ME, which means he hopes & expects, still, for ME TO COME TO HIM.
His PERSONA as David C, the actor, mustache & all, is he has made himself a new image on social media, where he has a mustache. This says he’s ACTING, FRONTING or PRETENDING to be alright, going on about his business, not making any revealing posts, but in spite of all that, he’s WAITING FOR ME.)*

I go to the building to the apt. I have a key & put it into the lock. The place has red oriental rugs, it’s beautiful & comfortable. It’s extremely unusual to be granted such a place, but I am given it, not sure why, but it’s a special privilege.

*(SPECIAL PLACE I AM GIVEN: This special place is the SPIRITUAL MARRIAGE & FUTURE PHYSICAL RELATIONSHIP with Bob. It says I AM GIVEN by a privilege of God, it’s a GIFT. One more confirmation & prophecy. He’s had affairs & sex with hundreds of females, but I’m the only one GIVEN the True Relationship by God)*

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4-23-21 Dancing – Pleasing women more than men

First, I was taken by a sinister man, Putz Nut On, who represents the devil, to a large extended club, the identity of which I don’t find out right away. I seem to be walking behind him to his right, & he’s made of glass, like transparent, then he disappears.
*(PUTZ NUT ON: Is Satan. Here he’s taking me into a SITUATION with devious, dastardly consequences, where I’m seen as a sex object & men think they can rape me. But God will protect me.
This shows me that those incidents of intended rape were OBVIOUSLY ORCHESTRATED BY SATAN. These situations were like TRAPS, as in them, this says I didn’t know what I was getting into, or the ‘IDENTITY’ of this club – what I was ENTERING, but now it’s OBVIOUS because the devil is TRANSPARENT, MADE OF GLASS {meaning you can see through him or his intentions})*

All through this club there’s dancing, women dancing. At some point I’m in a room where young females take turns performing for this owner of the club who sits in the corner of the room like a Pasha. After a while, I say to him,

“May I dance?”

He says yes, so now I’m standing in front of all the females gathered before me & tell them,
“My left hip is dislocated my right leg hurts a lot, but I’m going to dance anyway. {Meaning, take into account I’m damaged, give me a handicap for that.}

I begin & do the leg in the air curve across, which I feel is good but not good enough. I then try to do a sort of standing in one place somersault but don’t quite make it, a minute later I try again & it works, it’s a spectacular step. I’m surprised I succeeded, then I dance a bit more.

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*(DANCE STEP AT FIRST DOESN’T WORK, SECOND TIME IT DOES: I sense this is my last book on my life published, I Strip for God Part 2, did not quite make it. But the one I’m finished with now, Part 3, has succeeded, & I’m pleased. It makes the grade, its a spectacular performance.
MY BAD LEGS: I sense that the message here is God permitted, allowed me to have this problem, where I can’t walk much or exercise in the aerobic fashion, in order to make me SIT DOWN & KNOW that when one door closes, another opens. I despair of my old activities, but put all of myself into this new activity of WRITING – I can’t do many things I used to, so I’m not tempted or diverted by them, I enjoy sitting so the pain stops, which is where I have to be right now.)*

The women are in love with me, but I see a small ‘pecking branch’ like where birds roost, to the right, with about 4-5 men sitting, complaining, not liking the dance.

*(MEN NOT LIKING THE DANCE, WOMEN LIKING IT: This book will appeal to the women more than men. I go hard on the men in life who mistreated me. But the women identify with my pains perhaps.)*

But the women adored me, & I then hold my breasts up & bounce them, & each one takes turns drinking from my breasts, left & right. One female is about to, but changes her mind. They’re all young.

*(DRINKING FROM MY BREASTS: Receiving my love, milk is nourishment or love. One woman is cited as rejecting this love when at first she was going to receive it. Could be someone affected by the book.)*

In another scene, not sure how it relates, after performing at the club mentioned, I am standing at the doorway of a bedroom in my B’klyn apt – no door – when men who came from the club have arrived, about 6 of them, all wearing strange clothes, like no long pants, dark tunics, {which remind me of playing cards, with their borders & designs in the middle} one is turned looking to the left window, others are turned this way & that.

They are planning something evil to me & somehow, they think they’re entitled. They will all – every one of them – force sex onto me.

*(THE MEN RAPISTS I WAS SAVED FROM. I mention several men in the book, who the angels saved me from. Some were just perverts trying to force it on me, like Andre DeDienes, others would have actually raped me by force. My uncle planned to abuse me but didn’t, etc. There are quite a few cases mentioned, making men look bad of course- that’s why they’re complaining.
The TUNICS LIKE PLAYING CARDS I sense are ‘Trump cards’ or these men were TRUMPED – dark here is DEPRESSION, or in other words, they are depressed because they were prevented from rape. To trump someone is to defeat, outsmart, surpass them, which explains why the men ‘sitting on the roost’ are not happy with my disclosures, as it makes the women seem superior- the women like to see female strength but the men don’t.)*

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I cry out in a loud voice to God,
“Almighty God – come to my rescue”
several times, & then I call on the Holy Virgin Mary, & then I run down the 6 flights of stairs, faster than the man behind me because somehow I SLIDE, not run down each floor, & I escape. That was a close call.

*(I CALL OUT TO GOD & THE HOLY VIRGIN & THEN I RUN & SLIDE DOWN THE STAIRS & ESCAPE:
My faith in God got me out all all these potential rapes – God & her angels & Holy Mary caused my escape. I need to ask Mother God, what is the symbol of SLIDING down the stairs rather than running?
MOTHER GOD: It’s the Supernatural Power given, the intervention of God.)*

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LIFE STORY WILL BE A SUCCESS

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PREDICTIONS MY LIFE STORY Part 3 WILL BE A SUCCESS

4-3-21 Important multiple dreams

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Where do I begin? There’s a quick but striking scene. The far gate from my side door kitchen – about 30′ from me, has suddenly opened & through it a car that looks ancient but brand new, shiny black, square in shape & smaller than your average car, pulls in. It has an amazing ornament right on top, middle of its roof – like the German war helmets, silver. The car seems to be PRESENTING ITSELF LIKE A STAR, announcing, ‘HERE I AM’, & seems RADIANT.

It drives half way & stops, like in between the space from the gate to my kitchen porch, facing me.
The ornament is not spiked, as in the real helmets, it’s oval, engraved with something, & comes to a point but not a spike on top. It STARTLED me in that it was totally unexpected.

*(MEANING: I sense this is about uploading all my chapters for ‘I Strip for God Part 3′ into a manuscript, & started more editing yesterday. Therefore it represents MY BOOK, THE BIOGRAPHY, Part 3 of I Strip for God.

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The shape & STYLE of the car is similar to the most ancient of cars, the Model T Ford. But it is as if BRAND NEW from the MANUFACTURER, as if made of shiny black ENAMEL, it’s RADIANT & seems JOYFUL in its appearance. I shall ask Mother God why is it a Model T? Why is it black? Why the ornament on top that reminds me of a war helmet?

MOTHER GOD: The Model T is your long ago life, from the earliest times, & the symbols of black & the war helmet decoration are saying ‘This was my BATTLE in life, where I fought unto death. I was KILLED {black is funeral here, psychological death} but I ROSE FROM THE DEAD {eternal ornament on top – the car is not dull or decayed or deteriorated, it is LIKE NEW, like your LIVING LIFE. You are LIKE NEW, a NEW PERSON, RADIANT & JOYFUL.}

You have just given a good account of what you went through & survived, & became a success, a great story.
The dream is telling you your life is WELL DONE & the ACCOUNT OF IT IS ALSO.)*

ME: Why does it suddenly appear from the back gate, not from the street, the rail road track road, but the back gate?

MOTHER GOD: It has something to do with PRIVACY. This is the privacy fence, 8′ tall, & this is the gate at the end of it. You have taken your PRIVATE MEMOIRS & made a book out of it, & it’s good.

The SUDENNESS of it is God was fueling your mind as you wrote the chapters, it was not hard or tedious, it JUST APPEARED in a sense, when something has gone quickly & smoothly.

The ROOF of the car, being like a HELMET with the decoration is saying, ‘I WENT THROUGH A GREAT WAR & I WAS VICTORIOUS.’ Your chapters are the BATTLES – battle with Mom & family, battle with the Putz NutOn, battle with Rev. Swaggart & two death curses, battle with your first husband who strangled you twice, & many anecdotes are the BATTLES.)*

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BRIDGE OF 69

Another quick scene. A rounded bridge in the middle of the country, {where you have to drive up, soft ascension, plateau on top {but seems round}, then down again the other side.} I see green trees all around, perhaps beyond the bridge golden fields, & on top of it a sign, round, which gives the letters 69 – Which gives the name of the bridge, ‘bridge 69.’

*(BRIDGE 69: A bridge is an OPPORTUNITY or VENUE to get over an impediment – like a chasm, a river, a lake, etc. A bridge makes it easier to get from one place to another, it’s an ENABLER.
69 represents PERFECTION. It’s akin to the triangle or square. Sixty nine in SEX is where ONE SERVICES THE OTHER AT THE SAME TIME, so it is like ‘one hand washes the other’ or one act serves both sides or both purposes.

Dreams in a row often represent the SAME SUBJECT. By that it hints to me this is also ABOUT THE BOOK, that it will be a PERFECT BRIDGE or will SEGUEY INTO SOMETHING I WANT TO GET TO – to wit, the MOVIE OF MY LIFE.

The SIGN giving the number has a GREEN BORDER – green is LIFE, PROSPERITY, ABUNDANCE. This ROUND SIGN also looks like the PORCELAIN SIGN outside my front door, which someone had made for me, saying ‘Our Lady’s House.’ It’s also framed with green. So indeed, this is about THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

The GREEN TREES are life, abundance, the ‘Trees of Life’, & the golden fields on the other side of the bridge are the WHEAT which is READY TO BE HARVESTED – in other words, a CROP, REWARD, FRUITFULNESS awaiting me.)*

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THE DINNER, THE GUESTS

There is some sort of gathering with rather distinguished people. We are all in a room. Then someone invites us to dinner & all go in, including me. I am given a sort of omelets, which has greens in it, like fresh chives or pieces of chopped green pepper. It’s OK but not remarkable.

Around the table all the distinguished people are eating. Across from me is an important man, & I see he has a real treat, it’s what is called ‘poor boy’ sandwich but laden with goodies, like I saw on TV yesterday on ‘Diners, Dives & Drive ins.’

On the TV show this sandwich/bun had two meats, one a home-made sausage & two, some kind of beef brisquet, had two kinds of sauces & some kind of vegetable chopped thingy – the host felt it was amazing. So I think the other guests are getting food that is better than mine. I felt I was an inferior guest in the eyes of the world, but at least, I was invited. I was happy for them.

*(IMPORTANT GUESTS, DINNER ETC: This sounds like prayers I made yesterday for Souls in Purgatory – yes, they are important.

The HINT was the POOR BOY SANDWICH – they are called ‘Poor Souls in Purgatory’ & this is saying there was one SPECIAL MALE SOUL that benefitted from my prayer.

I also receive a blessing, not remarkable, but OK, after all, I am not as important {or needy} as the Poor souls – haha. FOOD in dreams is often NOURISHMENT FOR THE SOUL, metaphysical food.)*

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IN MARIO’S ROOM

I’m in Mario’s room & there’s a man close to me who’s waiting for an important message/call from a lady. I am making the tiny bed against the wall, putting two small blankets on it, one is medium soft fake fur, blue, underneath something neutral.

As I do this from the left corner comes the call he’s been waiting for. It’s on an old-fashioned land line with a spiral cord, neutral beige plastic, I pick it up, it’s the lady, & I hand it over to the guy who is by the exit door. I imagine this pleases him, he was waiting for something, I was glad to help.

*(MARIUS ROOM: ALWAYS means ‘separation.’ It’s a personal vocabulary, the man my Mom left Dad with, broke up our family, I lost my Father whom I loved so much, eventually, Marius also was gone. It’s separation, maybe heartbreak.

There’s a friend of mine waiting here, a man, who WANTS to get a call from a SPECIAL WOMAN. (Sense-image material is yesterday I saw a pic of the Queen of England making her own phone call on a spiral phone, this could be saying this lady is as important to him as a Queen. The Queen is OLD, like me.} And the fact that it’s an OLD FASHIONED LAND LINE FROM ‘LONG AGO’ is a lady who has not contacted him for a long time.

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I sense this is my ex-lover Robert waiting for me to contact him, hoping for it. My God Self is the dreamer, my flesh is I guess the caller, & somehow she {I} calls him. It could be an article on my site he’s reading or a dream or some sort of psychic call as I’ve done nothing.

The fact that he’s by the EXIT DOOR is he wants to EXIT or END our separation.

Me putting the blue fur blanket on the SINGLE BED is his sorrow about being on a SINGLE BED, not one for TWO – him & me. Somehow I’ve reached him, don’t know how. My God Self helped, could be my God Self contacted him.)*

 

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HOW SATAN POSSESSES

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HOW SATAN INFILTRATES/POSSESSES

 

3-29-21 Devil Takes Too Much Away via my White Caddy

 

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The end of this dream was so troubling I could not function until I write it down & interpret.

In the end, my boy friend appears as ‘The Putz’ – a con artist from way back who is ALWAYS Satan.  He borrows my white Cadillac, in the dream it’s the old Eldorado sort of, that I don’t think I really need as I have a newer, better car.  The Eldorado was just sitting there for ‘years’ on the side of the road, facing down from the house, toward villages, not the town I go to.  So it was not functioning.

*(MAKING OFF WITH MY CAR – A BIG MISTAKE ON MY PART TO LET HIM ‘BORROW’ IT:   Wow, did this trouble me.  But after an hour of hanging around, thinking, I picked up the answer.  This is when I was with my ex lover doing SEX & I was so into it, it became he was me, I was he, we PHYSICALLY melted into one, became one.  But this was not SPIRITUAL.  His chubbiness as well as dark skin says THIS IS THE FLESH, this is not God as much later, you were wed mystically/spiritually – but this is BEFORE THAT when you LOST YOUR SOUL so to speak – you lost your identity with God, intimacy, closeness, the tender love of God – all was TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU BY SATAN.

This is the awful DREAD you feel as you see him driving UP the road WITH YOUR CAR.  Your car represents something extremely important.  It’s as if someone took from you your CELL PHONE {all the info}, or your KEYS {all the access}, or your COMPUTER {info & access}.  All these represent things of importance that you must have.  This car represents your PURE HEART – the RELATIONSHIP OF INTIMACY WITH GOD, which Satan, in a sense CONNED YOU OUT OF.

You didn’t see SEX with this man as allowing SATAN to take over.  But through sex, the evil one infiltrated your life & now was TAKING AWAY something of great importance, with DIRE CONSEQUENCES looming ahead.  Satan, after all is nothing good, no good intentions, no fruitfulness, a liar from the first & always, a con man, evil doer & has no redemption whatsoever.  And now he got hold of something CRITICALLY IMPORTANT that you have, & it’s IN HIS CONTROL.  How sneaky Satan is, working through ordinary activities like sex, or business, or friendship, anything to get close, & when you become ONE it’s all over, you are robbed.  In this dream you become aware what he did.

Me to Mother God:   If Robert had been a good man, close to God, & we became one, would this SATAN thingy have occurred?  Or is it because he was possessed by numerous demons?

MOTHER GOD:   It works both ways.  First, no man, including a man of God, should take you away from the God within.  It isn’t likely that a man of God would do that to you – see the Holy Virgin with St Joseph – he didn’t take her away from God; he helped her bring God’s Avatar into the world.  St. Joseph did not CONSUME the Holy Mary’s soul even though they were ‘one’ in the love of God.  So it is not likely that any man of God, least of all a saint, would take a person AWAY from God.  If they become ONE or bonded, they are one in the bond of holiness, not merely flesh, but they are one in the HIGHER REALM.

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Now take this man Robert you were dealing with.  He was possessed by so many demons it could make your head swim.  So you become ONE with him through sex & physical infatuation & voila, you are ATTACKED by his demons constantly, relentlessly, day in, day out, week & month in & out. They are EXHAUSTING you, diverting you, derailing you away from God. You can’t keep your mind on God when fighting a monumental struggle.

You don’t notice it at first, but one day, you become AWARE of what has happened – that you can no longer function as the intimate ONE WITH GOD – he’s taken away the capacity, you are ‘in love’ or addicted to him like an addict for drugs – he has CONTROL over you;  your mind & body.  The white car represents how he’s taken this away – you can call it CAPACITY or SOUL POWER, or MIND & HEART.  He controls your mind, feelings & consciousness, you are SUNK by the demonic, the evil forces called Satan, you are a GONER.  In this dream you re-experience how dreadful that was.

Since this man was, perhaps still is, possessed by so many demons, of course he’d take you where you don’t want to go – represented by wrecking or smacking up the car.  Does he have a license or permission?  No, not really, it’s a CON JOB – he did not appear declaring ‘Here I am, Satan disguised as a handsome, sexy man’.  Or ‘here I am, see my demons?’  Not, humans wear a mask, whatever it is; it could take time to see beneath it.  And so, he took you over without you knowing what you were getting into – a theft, a con job, a ruse, deception, all that is evil.  Getting FREE was a trip!)*

Therefore, when he asks to borrow it, I don’t think much of it, I say OK.  Now as I watch him, driving rather slowly & carefully, up the road toward town, I realize my BLUNDER.  What have I done?

First, I did not even check if he had a LICENSE.  Second, he is headed TO TOWN where I sense he’s up to NO GOOD – looking for other women – maybe drugs.  Third, my insurance is on this car, not sure if I designated another driver, {I should have told him I can’t let him borrow the car as my insurance doesn’t allow another driver but at the time, I couldn’t think of any excuse} & does he even know HOW TO DRIVE?  Long ago as soon as I let the Putz borrow my white Corvette, he SMACKED IT UP!  And so will Putz now smack up this car?  And my insurance could skyrocket. As I see him drive up the road a sense of terrible FOREBODING overtakes me & I go, ‘mistake, mistake, mistake.’

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Prior to that, the last scene I was with an unknown man.  He was somewhat pudgy, dark skinned, & I was sucking his dick, which was of a good size & I had my whole self into it, feeling strange, like this was MY BODY as well as his.  This went on for a long time, involved, & a powerful vision.

*(HAVE SEX WHERE WE BECOME ONE:   This is how he infiltrated/possessed you.)*

Prior to that the scenes were more innocent.  It started with a guy who had a tail like a dinosaur, hanging behind him maybe 8-10′.  The tail is black, gnarled, deflated, shiny like you would imagine the skin of a reptile, & he is DRAGGING IT AROUND & we’re all thinking he needs SURGERY to get this un-needed appendage removed.  It’s a feeling like something happened to cause this tail & it has to be fixed. 

*(LIKE A DINOSAUR WITH DEFLATED LONG TAIL, REPTILIAN:   This has TWO MEANINGS.  First, it’s Robert denied access to you with his big, long dick.  The BLACKNESS is the FUNERAL or NO MORE – also the LACK OF GRACE or God-participation in the affair at this time–God being more or less blocked off.  The deflation is NO MORE HARDON accepted by you, his EGO DEFLATED.

  Second, it’s the SATANIC or REPTILIAN now also denied, walking around without ability or power, an appendage of no use, needs a doctor to get it fixed as he is ‘extinct’ from your life, maybe even the life of Robert. 

{Indeed, if the demons are gone from Robert through your intercession then this is the big light at the end of the tunnel, hope & help is on the way, it bodes togetherness not far off.  It also begs the question that by what devise did Robert get un-possessed?  Is it by the God Power I had to re-generate, that is, having this terrible Cross put upon me, say 30 demons, then having to dis-possess MYSELF of them, which then automatically left Robert?  I believe this MAKES SENSE & it certainly makes me happy.})*

Then there’s scenes about this guy I was thinking about yesterday, who is the partner of my ex lover, in ‘monkey business.’  It was the ‘monkey’ part of the business I wondered about.  I was asking his Mom how he got his decent car – it’s a black sports car – & did she buy it for him & she says ‘No, he saved up & bought it.’

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The scenes surrounding my questions seem sort of innocent & I am assured it’s alright.  Then the bad scenes came up – as explained in front.

*(THE GUY I WAS THINKING ABOUT, MONKEY BUSINESS WITH ROBERT:   I need to ask Mother God, as this is murky.

MOTHER GOD:  You are speaking with HIS MOTHER which is the God within him.  You are asking this Holy Person if She gave Monkey the SPORTS CAR.  The CAR he has represents his BUSINESS WITH ROBERT.  And so you are saying ‘Is this of God – will it succeed?’

She answers, ‘No, it is NOT OF GOD – I did not give this enterprise to him, it’s his own effort.’  And so the answer is, if God has not initiated & sanctioned this, it’s not likely to succeed – which you knew already from long ago. 

The questions about this partner are there’s nothing big going on; instead you review the calamity of your own life being involved with Robert.)*

 

CHANNELING ADDITIONAL QUESTIONS:

 

          This dream opens up some big questions of great pertinence – things not open before.  Now let me ask you, Mother God, since we are on the demonic.  You SENT ME out there, into the world, knowing what the results would be.  You got me ENTANGLED in the demonic aspects of it, you made me do it.  You know & I know I did not want to go out into the world, I did not want to end my celibacy but you insisted.

 

          So here is the question.  Did I sin?  I don’t mean by fornication because I know it’s not sin – I mean by the say, drinking & driving – which is inevitable when a person goes drinking every weekend to club & has to drive home.  One endangers one’s own safety & that of others. 

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          Second, the idiocy a person says, thinks & feels when out in bars & clubs, the dumb chit chat, the negative feelings at times, the angry, revengeful thoughts when people hurt me.  Were these sins?  You knew there would be nonsense, you knew I’d feel angry, revengeful when people would do awful things to me – it’s INEVITABLE.  That’s why saints stay at home, in hermitages, monasteries, to be away from these situations as they automatically make one think, speak, feel certain ways – & those ways, like hate, are sinful.  Did I sin, was I filthy, corrupt?

 

          MOTHER GOD:   When a person makes a deal with the police to help them on a case, they are sometimes given IMMUNITY, even though they are guilty to some degree.  You were guilty of the things you said you were, but you had immunity from God, because you obeyed God to go out into the world & do what She {I} told you to do.

 

          Yes, I knew you would fall into those actions, thoughts & feelings, they are automatic, instinctive, they are taken for granted.  But you did not plan to be out there, you obeyed, & it happened.  You also did not, on purpose, hurt anyone, nor did you want to, they were fleeting thoughts & feelings.

 

          So to answer, you were not counted as being sinful, nothing was held against you by God, you were immune or had immunity.

 

          The way you suffered was your consciousness, losing the sight of me, the intimacy.  The minute you regained that consciousness you’ve been as happy as a lark, & free as a bird, it’s a wonderful feeling.  If you were laden with sin, you wouldn’t feel so great, but sin is not on you.

 

          ME:   OK, so I lost my consciousness of you temporarily but not polluted by sin, so that is a great revelation.  Things are getting ore clear.

 

          My second question is we’re speaking of the demonic.  The demons, did they possess me, or did they push me to concentrate on the flesh, & the flesh blocked out my vision, as St. Thomas Aquinas said, lust causes blindness of spirit.  What was I possessed by, demons or lust?  What did they exactly do to me?  Did they or the situation disable, disempower or block my vision of God?

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          MOTHER GOD:  What happened was they REPLACED the vision of God with him – the man.  He became front & center to your mind.  It was an ultimate challenge then, it was a Cross of proportions that called on  superhuman efforts, & you succeeded.

 

          ME:   How many demons did he have, & have his demons been beaten, or if not, when will they be?

 

          MOTHER GOD:   He had so many you can call them legion.  He had a more than a dozen big ones, & numerous small ones, depending how you define the demonic.  His number one demon is drug addiction, which he hasn’t beaten yet, but he wants to – he said so in his latest poem to you.  He’s wanted to the longest, still does, so desire against it is a step.

 

          The way to healing from all the maladies he had & has takes a long time – this is why you can’t be together yet & could not be in the past.  The girl he’s with has the same demons, this could not be something for you to live with – he has to be rid of drugs first.

 

          When the time comes & you’re together you’ll understand why it all took so long & why you suffered, why you had to quit celibacy, lose your intimacy with God, then come back, regain it, then break up with him & get together again; it will all make sense.

 

          ME:  Thanks Mother God.  I need to stop now, I appreciate it.

 

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GODDESS COMING BACK!

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GODDESS COMING BACK

 

MARIJA GIMBUTAS

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THE GODDESS THEORY : Controversial UCLA Archeologist Marija Gimbutas

Argues That the World Was at Peace When God Was a Woman

By JACQUES LESLIE

JUNE 11, 1989

IT IS HARD TO IMAGINE a book less likely than “The Goddesses and Gods of Old Europe” to cause a sensation. Its subject matter, the spiritual practices of people living in southeastern Europe 6,000 to 8,000 years ago, usually holds appeal for few people other than a fraction of the world’s archeologists. Reflecting the fact that its author, Lithuanian-born Marija Gimbutas, writes for an academic audience, its prose is wooden. Even its publisher, a British firm called Thames & Hudson, was so uncertain of the book’s success that it released the work in 1974 without publicity. Although the book was reissued in 1982, it has been out of print since.

Nevertheless, Gimbutas, 68, a UCLA archeologist, is now heralded in some circles as an intellectual pioneer, mainly because of the allure of the ideas in her book. Those ideas have kindled an interest in archeology among an unlikely amalgam of artists, feminists and other spiritually oriented people who find in her work confirmation of some of their most cherished beliefs. Now, when they discuss the possibilities of living peacefully and in harmony with the earth, “we’re not just talking hypothetically anymore because of Gimbutas’ work,” says Eleanor Gadon, whose book, “The Once and Future Goddess: A Symbol for Our Time,” is being published by Harper & Row in October.

Simply put, “The Goddesses and Gods of Old Europe” argues that the original settlers of southeastern Europe lived in societies that were ideal in many respects. Men and women lived in harmony, Gimbutas says; women ran the temples and in doing so held predominant positions, while men performed such physical chores as hunting, building and navigating. The deities these people worshiped were overwhelmingly female, and their values, emphasizing nonviolence and reverence for nature, came from the feminine realm.

 

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RASA: FRIENDS, PAY ATTENTION TO THESE WORDS, PREVIOUS & FOLLOWING. IT SPEAKS OF THE TRANSITION FROM MATRIARCHY TO PATRIARCHY. WHEN GOD WAS WORSHIPED AS A WOMAN & WOMEN WERE VENERATED & IN CONTROL, THERE WAS PEACE, THERE WAS LOVE, THERE WAS ORDER.

It was marauding Indo-Europeans, the forerunners of Western civilization, who destroyed these societies, Gimbutas says. Making incursions from the Russian steppes starting in 4400 BC, the Indo-Europeans were violent, indifferent to nature and dominated by men. Those features, she says, have been part of Western civilization ever since and account for the political and environmental crises that now threaten the planet.

RASA: IT WAS THE MEN THAT DESTROYED THE REVERANCE FOR MOTHER NATURE, BEING INDIFFERENT TO IT SHE SAYS {PRIOR TO THAT NATURE WAS HELD SACRED} & NOW OUR WORLD & ENVIRONMENT IS HELD IN CRISIS. THIS IS THE WORK OF MEN – THEY CANNOT, SHOULD NOT, RULE THE FAMILY & THE WORLD.

Ironically, Gimbutas’ earlier work, which focused on the Indo-Europeans, established her reputation among scholars as one of the world’s leading archeologists, while her study of the Old Europeans, whom the Indo-Europeans supposedly ravaged, has caused her standing to decline.

RASA VON WERDER SAYS: IN OTHER WORDS, AS LONG AS SHE FOCUSED ON WHAT MEN HAVE DONE, THE VIOLENT PATRIARCHS, SHE WAS FINE. BUT WHEN SHE VEERED INTO WHAT PATRIARCHS DID TO PEACEFUL MATRIARCHY, A SUPERIOR SOCIETY, THEN THEY DISCREDITED HER, AS THEY ARE MEN, & PATRIARCHS.

For Gimbutas, however, the Indo-European work was misery, while the later research was a deliverance. The sheer tonnage of arms found at Indo-European sites sickened her to the extent that she now says she cannot bear to look at her monumental study of the Indo-Europeans, called “Bronze Age Cultures in Central and Eastern Europe.”

“Weapons, weapons, weapons!” she says. “It’s just incredible how many thousands of pounds of these daggers and swords were found from the Bronze Age. This was a cruel period and the beginning of what it is today–you turn on the television, and it’s war, war, war, whatever channel.”

While conducting Indo-European excavations, Gimbutas came across tiny figurines, usually female, from an era predating the Indo-Europeans. “I always questioned what they were and why there was no explanation of them,” Gimbutas says. Since the figurines often possessed exaggerated buttocks, breasts and vulvas, some archeologists dismissed them as a kind of prehistoric pornography, but Gimbutas was unconvinced. She tracked down the figurines in museums and led excavations in Greece and Yugoslavia, where she uncovered 500 more of them.

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Ernestine Elster, director of publications at UCLA’s Institute of Archeology, remembers traveling in Europe with Gimbutas during this period, amazed by Gimbutas’ “unending energy.” On one leg of the trip, Elster says, the pair visited small museums in Hungary where the figurines were often stashed away. “I soon discovered that while she was photographing the objects, my job was to talk to the museum director so that he wouldn’t get bored,” Elster says. “My German wasn’t very good, but if the director spoke German, I could figure when it was time for me to say, ‘mein Gott!’ or ‘sehr gut. ‘ That’s how we got through.”

Gimbutas says she spent most of a decade studying the figurines. Then, trusting her intuition to point the way, she concluded that the figurines were representations of goddesses, whose exaggerated sexual organs had no erotic significance but rather reflected links to reproduction and nature. “ ‘The Goddesses and Gods of Old Europe’ was produced really quickly, in about three or four months,” she says, “because the preparation was 10 years.”

A brief review of the book in a periodical called Choice, published by the Assn. of College and Research Libraries, reflected the reaction of many of her colleagues. “Any book by Gimbutas will find ready acceptance in college libraries,” it said, “but this one is certainly disappointing. . . . Unsupported–and, one must assume, unsupportable–assumptions are numerous throughout the text.”

RASA: AND THE ASSUMPTIONS OF MEN THAT WERE NOT CHALLENGED BUT ACCEPTED FOR MILLENIA?

 

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Among many archeologists, too, Gimbutas’ work on this book was discounted. “I lost some of my friends,” she says, “because to them, to speak of spirituality is crazy. (To them,) archeology is just a material thing: You can describe the climate, the conditions, the soil, the houses, the tools–that’s it.” Gimbutas, in contrast, drew on bodies of knowledge not usually associated with archeology, notably folklore and mythology. She is unquestionably well-equipped, as she began studying folklore and mythology as a child in Lithuania, and by her own estimate has a reading comprehension of “at least 20 to 25 European languages.”

While most scholars were not impressed by her interdisciplinary approach, feminists with a spiritual orientation, who found wisdom and solace in goddess-oriented mythology, embraced her as a heroine. To them, the book offered hope that their ideals–including harmony between the sexes, reverence for nature and existence without warfare–were not just theoretical possibilities but realities of past societies.

Even so, it was not until two eminences of the spiritual and feminist communities acknowledged Gimbutas that her ideas received wide exposure. One was Joseph Campbell, the celebrated mythologist who died in 1987. A friend of Campbell’s named Barbara McClintock, director of public programs at the C. G. Jung Institute in San Francisco, says Campbell considered Gimbutas “one of the few people on the planet who understood the ancient world, because she could bring her imagination to it and not just act like a scientist.” In the last few years of his life, Campbell turned to Gimbutas for insights into ancient cultures, and he wrote the foreword to Gimbutas’ latest book, “The Language of the Goddess,” which is scheduled for publication in October by Harper & Row.

Equally significantly, a book called “The Chalice and the Blade,” written by Riane Eisler, used Gimbutas’ ideas as its cornerstone for arguing that features of modern civilization such as patriarchy, warfare and competitiveness are recent historical developments, introduced by the villainous Indo-Europeans. Far from being inevitable, Eisler claims, the ills of modern civilization can be blamed on its unbalanced embrace of masculine values.

RASA: THERE YOU HAVE IT. ILLS OF MODERN CIVILIZATION CAN BE BLAMED ON WHAT WE CALL THE ‘MASCULINE.’

Societies that cherish the Earth, as Gimbutas and Eisler argue that the Old Europeans did, would not waste their wealth on nuclear arsenals, nor would they allow life on the planet to be threatened by environmental problems. Published in 1987, “The Chalice and the Blade” is now in its seventh printing and enjoys a kind of cult prominence within the women’s movement.

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By now, Gimbutas has had a dramatic effect on many artists, a fact that delights her. Some female artists have been stunned to discover that images they created, though apparently springing from their imaginations, were identical to prehistoric goddess sculptures reproduced in “The Goddesses and Gods of Old Europe”; others found that Gimbutas’ work deepened their understanding of their own art. So exhilarated was a New York artist named Mary Beth Edelson that she embarked on an odyssey to locate a cave on an island off the Yugoslavian coast that the book mentioned as a site of prehistoric goddess art. Using maps in the book as a rough guide, Edelson found the cave, disrobed and, using time-lapse photography, depicted herself performing a ritual. The photo appeared in art magazines and was shown at the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington.

Expressions of public support for Gimbutas are slowly accumulating. Last year, for example, Christopher Castle, an artist and art-gallery owner in Point Reyes Station, Calif., held a ceremony to honor her: As she looked on, about 15 people sat in a circle and took turns discussing how her work had touched them. One of the women used Gimbutas’ writings in a graduate-school class she taught called “The Goddess Emerging.” Drawing on the ancient aesthetic Gimbutas has described, another woman teaches a course called “Dances of Old Europe.”

Nevertheless, Gimbutas remains a black sheep within academia; even colleagues who admire her other work express skepticism about her description of ancient Europe. Edgar C. Polome, a leading Indo-European scholar at the University of Texas and co-editor of a volume of essays published in honor of Gimbutas, calls her portrayal of Old Europe “a bit of a dream world.” Kees Bolle, a UCLA religion history professor and a friend of Gimbutas’, says she has “a peculiar romantic strand” that causes her to “overestimate” pre-Indo-European societies.

Most archeologists think that Gimbutas’ interpretation goes far beyond the tentative conclusions that can be drawn from her data. Ian Hodder, a Cambridge University archeologist whose field of expertise overlaps Gimbutas’, calls her work “extremely important” because it provides a “coherent and wide-ranging review of the evidence,” but he rejects her interpretations of symbols. “She looks at a squiggle on a pot and says it’s a primeval egg or a snake, or she looks at female figurines and says they’re mother goddesses. I don’t really think there’s an awful lot of evidence to support that level of interpretation.”

Such criticism does not ruffle Gimbutas, perhaps because the adversities she overcame early in her life were far more threatening than her colleagues are now. As a graduate student in Lithuania, she was forced to go into hiding when the Soviet Union occupied her country in 1940 and sent many of her friends and relatives to Siberia. The German army moved into Lithuania soon afterward, and for a year Gimbutas hid her husband, who was trying to evade German conscription, and two Jewish women in a country home at great personal risk. When the Soviets returned to Lithuania in 1944, she knew she had to flee. By then she had a 1-year-old daughter, and she left carrying nothing but her baby in one arm and her master’s dissertation, on Lithuanian burial rites, in the other. Gimbutas, her husband and daughter eventually made their way to Vienna, carrying false papers.

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For the next five years, Gimbutas coped with destitution while managing to get her Ph.D. from the University of Tubingen in Germany. The family immigrated to the United States in 1949, and Gimbutas soon got a research position at Harvard University’s Peabody Museum; the job, however, paid nothing, so Gimbutas worked at night and on weekends, pasting flowers on paper for the university’s botany department, crushing oranges in a factory, even selling encyclopedias. It was only after she won a foundation grant in 1953 that the need for a second job disappeared.

Then the only female archeologist at Harvard, she resented being barred from some university libraries and dining halls because of her sex, and when the chance came in 1963 to teach at UCLA, she accepted. A year later, she became a full professor, and during the next 15 years she led five excavations in Europe. She has written 18 books and more than 200 articles.

With characteristic determination, Gimbutas continues to promote her view of ancient Europe despite the harsh criticism it has received. On more than one occasion, she has used the question period following a colleague’s public lecture to scold him for not embracing her theories. Hodder, whom Gimbutas reprimanded in this way, says her manner was “very kind and constructive.” But other scholars have not been so appreciative.

At the same time, stories of Gimbutas’ generosity and support abound, to the extent that some of her admirers compare her to the Mother Goddess her work celebrates. Indeed, Gimbutas, a roundish, grandmotherly woman with a pronounced Baltic accent, seems unable to resist acting maternally. For example, while many academics go to great lengths to maintain secrecy about their work until it is published, she often has shown unpublished material to other scholars, sometimes to her eventual regret.

Now suffering from lymphatic cancer, Gimbutas spends most of her time at her home in Topanga Canyon, marshaling her energy to complete yet another book on goddesses before her illness overtakes her. Surrounded by an orchard of 60 trees, the house offers close proximity to nature. For Gimbutas, that is a necessity, for she believes that she must be attuned to the natural world to understand the goddess cultures. “I communicate with the trees around me,” she says. “This is part of my work.” Certain that her ideas will prevail, she predicts that “it will take maybe 10 more years or so for the goddess to be accepted by archeologists.”

In some ways, the controversy reflects a classic conflict between science and art. To scholars who think that archeology is legitimate only to the degree that it is grounded in science, Gimbutas’ grandiose claims are too farfetched even to merit consideration. And she considers her colleagues too passionless, too unintuitive, too alienated from nature to understand the prehistoric past. Gimbutas’ theories are suspect, conceivably flatly wrong, yet they resonate far more than her colleagues’ arid treatises. Whether or not the world she describes existed, her advocates feel as if they’ve glimpsed it, and long for its return.

 

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STOP ASIAN HATE NOW!

 

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Stop Asian Hate Now!

SATURDAY, MARCH 20, 2021 

 

The True Spirit of America Party has a strong message to anyone who engages in, supports, fuels, or condones any acts of hate or discrimination against Asian and Pacific Islander Americans.  KNOCK IT OFF, YESTERDAY!  Period.  We at the TSAP have absolutely zero tolerance for any racism, discrimination, or hate crimes of any kind, and these recent anti-Asian incidents are absolutely unacceptable.

The fact that anyone in this day and age would actually vilify and blame Asians as a group for COVID-19 is absolutely despicable, and is no different than centuries ago when medieval Europeans would vilify and blame Jews for the Black Death and attack them as a result.  Yes, we know the national origin of this particular virus, but the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) and its leader Xi Jinping are NOT representative of an entire race, ethnicity, or nationality, no more than the GOP and Trump are somehow representative of all Americans or all white people for that matter.  And lest we forget, the notorious 1918 “Spanish” flu pandemic (which was many, many times worse than this one) actually originated in the USA (Fort Riley, Kansas to be precise), but of course you didn’t see anyone blaming or vilifying Americans for that.  These sorts of toxic fallacies have very tragic and deadly consequences, as we have recently seen.

And to all of you cowardly bystanders out there during all of this, the time to step up to the plate is also yesterday as well.  If racists know you won’t do anything about it, they will just keep on doing it.

We extend our greatest condolences and sympathy to the victims of this horrific and deplorable rash of hate crimes along with their friends and families as well.  

 

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SEASONALITY ALL ALONG!

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SATURDAY, MARCH 20, 2021  see his original article here,

you might see the charts bigger - 

 

http://truespiritofamericaparty.blogspot.com/2021/03/it-was-seasonality-

all-along.html

 

Rasa says – count on Ajax to come along with

the good ones…..he is believed by many to be the reincarnation of

Buckminster Fuller – not a bad credential

 

Plot Twist: It Was Seasonality All Along

 

 

With the latest hand-wringing over the March surge of COVID in some European countries, there seems to be a lot of head-scratching and finger-pointing as to why.  And the usual suspects (lifting restrictions, people letting their guard down, new variants, etc.) don’t really seem to hold water this time, if they ever really did.  Turns out, it is most likely due to seasonality, and its interaction with the level of herd immunity in the population, and has been all along.  See the following tweets below:

Apparently, a study from a year ago found that the virus has an ideal temperature range of 41-52 F, and an ideal low absolute humidity that translates to roughly 47-79% relative humidity in that temperature range.  So in Europe and the northern USA, regardless of what restrictions were in place, the virus logically surged in the fall and early winter when passing through the ideal range on the way down, then dropped like a stone from mid-January to mid-February, then is either plateauing or rising again in late February and March when passing through that range on the way up.  And after about three weeks or so, it will most likely plummet monotonically to a low baseline through the spring and summer.  The Sunbelt of course has a different seasonality, so the virus is still dropping there even with restrictions generally being lifted faster there.  Last year, their surge occurred in June and July, when they had a relatively COVID-naive population.  But given the combination of herd immunity and seasonality overall, the virus should continue to plummet to a low baseline there as well.  Regardless of restrictions.

Of course, there are other factors as well.  In the winter, people are indoors more, where the virus spreads much more easily (especially with closed windows and thus poor ventilation), and it is also “broken immune system season” (which stretches roughly from November through April) due to low Vitamin D levels from relative lack of sunlight.  But this latest nuance about the ideal temperature and humidity range for the virus explains even more still.

As for vaccines, it is notable that cases began plummeting even well before a significant chunk of the population was vaccinated, and by the time it began falling at a slower rate or even rising again, a good chunk had already received the shots.  So seasonality is an even stronger factor that vaccines, apparently.  And bringing together a large number of people at a time, including many vulnerable people, at mass vaccination sites is ironically a very efficient way to spike the curve in the short term before the immunity from the vaccines fully kicks in (which takes at least two weeks if not longer).  Gibraltar apparently learned that lesson the hard way.

(Furthermore, the ever-insightful Bill Sardi has a theory that there may be a darker reason why many places with the highest vaccination rates are seeing spikes now, but only time will tell if that theory pans out.  Or perhaps it briefly increases susceptibility before it fully kicks in.  Either way, we should know one way or the other by April or May at the latest.)

So far, as of March 20th, the USA has largely dodged the European surge in March, with only Michigan and New Jersey seeing significant (but modest) recent increases.  But many other northern states above the 37th parallel, where it is still chilly and in season for the virus, progress has temporarily stalled.  But make no mistake, this stalling and/or reversal of progress is temporary, fairly brief, basically inevitable, and NOT related to the lifting of restrictions too soon or quickly, lack of masks or mask mandates, new variants, Spring Break, or vaccine hesitancy.  None of these “usual suspects” jibe well with the statistics.

UPDATE:  When looking on Worldometer at the data for three countries/territories that were first out the gate for mass vaccination and had the largest vaccination rates in January–UK, Israel, and especially Gibraltar–we can clearly see a massive super spike in COVID cases (and then deaths shortly after) for a few weeks, followed by a sharp and massive drop to a low baseline upon finally achieving herd immunity (by both infection and vaccination in a two-for-one special, ironically).  And no March surge there either.  So it looks like these post-vaccination surges are fortunately brief (albeit tragically very deadly, especially in Gibraltar), and may partially explain the March spikes in later-vaccinating and slower-vaccinating countries, including some out-of-season tropical countries like Brazil, Peru, and even India as well.  Meanwhile, some of the least-vaccinated and slowest-vaccinated areas (such as Texas) and populations (such as Palestinians) have been interestingly seeing better trends than their highly-vaccinated counterparts.  Makes you wonder.

But seasonality seems to predominate overall right now in the non-tropics.  And we see that in countries like Italy and Germany, the March mini-waves are already slowing down and curling over before their new lockdowns would have had any effect–kinda like their first waves last spring did too.  Which we have also repeatedly seen elsewhere as well, of course.

(Exactly how much of such spontaneous curling over and decline of these epidemic waves is due to seasonality, herd immunity to one degree or another, attrition of the biggest superspreaders from the population early on, voluntary behavior changes in response to rising case numbers, reversion to the mean, or some combination of the above is not entirely clear, but any correlation with lockdowns and related restrictions is clearly spurious.)

Also, it seems that HCoV-NL63, one of the four endemic common cold coronaviruses, is currently surging in the Midwest.  Perhaps that little pest is being picked up as false positives for COVID-19 by the notoriously inaccurate PCR tests in some places?

And speaking of the Midwest, once again, we see that lifting vs. keeping restrictions (of any kind) seems to be at best quite irrelevant to the COVID-19 virus:

So, remind me again why our “leaders” decided a year ago in March 2020 to throw the hard-won wisdom of the ages out the window like so much garbage, in favor of emulating a brutal totalitarian dictatorship halfway around the world? And then when their voodoo clearly didn’t work, they not only persisted in their defection in the face of hard counter-evidence, but actually doubled and tripled down on it?

So call it whatever you want, just don’t call it science.

QED

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MYSTERIES & FUTURE REVEALED

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MYSTERIES & FUTURE REVEALED

3-27-21 Lover’s turmoil & Changes

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HE WALKS WITH ANOTHER

 

First of several dreams. There’s this male who is with a certain woman like married. But another female & I are both infatuated with him, looking at him, but we know he isn’t available & it would somehow be wrong to seduce him. But I do say,
“You know how easy it is to get a male to have sex with you.”
Then the next thing you know, he is walking away with her at his right, holding onto him – she has seduced him. I am hurt & disappointed, {know she did wrong} but not ‘down & out.’

*(THE OTHER WOMAN & I: I surmise this is Betty & myself infatuated with the ultimate Beloved, but he is with ME – believe it or not – my FLESH, it is the God Self dreaming. The God Self had not yet taken over, which eventually, the terrible conflict would be flesh vs God Self, & the flesh part HAD TO DIE & the God Self take over in order to have a good relationship.}
Now the OTHER WOMAN, not the one meant for him, Mrs. WRONG, has SEDUCED HIM & is going away with him. I don’t GIVE UP, I chase him while he’s with her.)

I rally my spirits & run over to him, he has his arm out to the left like a triangle, {hand on hip} & I put my arm into his. This MAKES HIM MAD. I see in this arm position like a bow of the ‘bow & arrow’ set, no arrow, just bow, & the middle of the bow forms an extreme two round parts touching each other, at first I think like lips, the I realize this symbolizes HEART. He says to me,

*(BOW, LIKE LIPS OR HEART: He cannot escape my heart, or the fact that he loves me, I him, & THIS MAKES HIM MAD because at the time, he WAS mad at me, not speaking to me – took off with the other woman, wanted to punish me for not doing what he wanted but he could not erase me from himself.)*
“Hold my SHIELD.”
And I say
“You HAVE NO SHIELD. YOU ARE VULNERABLE.”
It was a STRONG STATEMENT. Something was off about what he was doing – it was wrong – it was doomed to failure I’m telling him.

*(HOLD MY SHIELD: I tell him he HAS NONE. He is saying he has a SHIELD against my LOVE or HEART, that he can protect himself or steel himself against me, BUT HE CAN’T. The LOVE he has for me is indelible, embedded on him inside; he cannot stop it, escape it or remove it, so I tell him. And because of this, what he’s doing is WRONG {being with the other woman} & it’s DOOMED TO FAILURE.)*

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HE BECOMES TWO PEOPLE

I am with Lover. We’re in a second floor room in a place I’ve never seen,

*(PLACE I’VE NEVER SEEN, WHERE WE ARE: Means a NEW REVELATION, being or seeing something new I might not have understood before or been aware of.)*

& for a moment I step onto the landing of the staircase to see what’s going on. I see some cops in black come in,

*(COPS IN BLACK: My vocabulary, cops are always ANGELS. Since there are 3 could be my GUARDIAN ANGELS because I have three. It means they’re bringing me a message or revelation, & they are in black explains, maybe ‘WHY THE FUNERAL’ or why he & I are apart. Or why he disappeared from social media temporarily {he removed himself – it seems to hide from me.})*

2 or 3 of them – from the left to right from outside onto the 1st floor hallway. Their outfits are not normal, they are kind of rounded like plastic curving around their heads {I know it sounds weird} like HOODS. I look back to the room we were in together & see he’s closed the door – why?

*(HE’S CLOSED THE DOOR, WHY? Why has he closed the door to me on social media? This will reveal the secret. COPS ARE WEARING ROUNDED HOODS that hide them completely – why he is hiding from me. He knows from the past that somehow I was looking at his social media except he did not know how, so he figured out a way how to hide {except GOD SHOWED ME HOW TO FIND HIM})*

The door has no KNOB or handle on either side, it’s one of those made of a thin layer on both sides, like plywood, only about a quarter inch thick – & inside the door 2 or 3″ hollow. I assume he closed the door for something private which could only be SEX, but nevertheless, I push open the door & walk in.

*(HE CLOSED THE DOOR, NO HANDLE EITHER SIDE, BUT I PUSHED IT IN: Hahaha, God showed me how to find his social media even though he fixed it so I for a while could not find it {about 3 months or so, not that I cared that much, but was somewhat curious at times, mostly never thought about him any more.})*

He’s on the bed, lying on his left side, facing the wall.

*(FACING THE WALL: A definite sign of DEPRESSION. Wearing MY HAIR is our ONENESS – he is me, I am he, because we are MYSTICALLY MARRIED or one SPIRIT, bonded, united.
No HANDLE EITHER SIDE is I have no social media he can spy on me on – no handle – & he did the same TO ME – tit for tat. {He is incredibly revengeful.}
His motive for this nonsense? He tried to get my gander for a long time, on social media, putting all sorts of innuendos & issues to get me riled up or jealous, but I responded to nothing. So now he says to himself ‘I will fix it so she doesn’t see me any more, that’s one way of getting even with her for not responding, haha’……Except I got around him.
The THIN construction of the door plus it is HOLLOW is what?
How EASY it was for me to GAIN ACCESS once I saw the trick. In other words, not a solid door, not IRON or so heavy you can’t move it – light & easy.)*

His hair is a female’s – exactly like I once saw of a super-busty stripper named Candy, platinum blonde, part of it crimped. He’s taken on her identity I sense.

*(HAIR, PLATINUM, CRIMPED: Crimped hair is done with an IRON. It’s a series of WAVES. This MIGHT show stubbornness, hardness in my THOUGHTS or ATTITUDE, that is, me deciding not to see him & therefore not to have sex with him. Hair is the thoughts coming out of the head, being IRONED shows being made a CERTAIN WAY that cannot be easily changed, it is SET IN ITS WAYS OR WAVES.)*

We were being affectionate on the bed before, but not sex, but he’s inviting me. I wasn’t quite ready, but I comply. He’s now naked, covers off, thin, white skinned like a ghost with grey shadows {I know it’s hard to picture but you know how people have dark spots under or around their eyes, his body is white, like a ghost almost, but there are shadows accentuating it.}

*(WHITE SKINNED LIKE A GHOST, WITH SHADOWS: He GHOSTED me means he DISAPPEARED from me.)*

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As I lay myself over his body, with his dick close to my face to the right, I don’t really want to have sex, but I will do it to make him happy. Then something startling happens. His body morphs into two people, two bodies close to each other, both him, like twins. One of them has that hairdo like mine, the other I don’t know what.

*(HE MORPHS INTO 2 BODIES, ONE HAS MY HAIR: There might be more than one message here. The first, I already mentioned, he is me, I am he, we are one. But the second message now is he is trying to do to me what I did to him – ghosting me as I ghosted him, in other words, his typical revenge – which he has done to me for years. {He can’t learn his lesson to just do the right thing, he has to be immature & play games…..all he has to do is call me!}

His body, as I lay over it, has long strips of white elastic moist body fluids – like sperm or spit – it’s like several feet long from his knees to his shoulder. The whole business is strongly sexual, but right now, to be honest, I’m no longer into sex, I have lost my desire for it, so it isn’t a great feeling, but I’m ‘playing along with it.’

*(STRINGS LIKE SPERM: That’s what it’s all about, the revenge, the ghosting. I ghosted him for sex, he ghosts me on the media, haha, games. But this also shows he is tied to me BY THE STRINGS OF SEX, HE STILL CARES, STILL LOVES ME, WANTS ME. I have won the game.)*

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THE CLUB WHERE HE WHORES

Then there’s this club. I am with my girl friend, talking. We are or I am at a loss to where my Beloved has gone, but the MYSTERY IS SOLVED. My lady friend tells me he now works at THIS CLUB where he’s some sort of a bouncer/manager, & the place is filled with waitresses, & he’s good looking & a whoremaster, so many of them go to the ‘COAT ROOM’ where he’s standing, helping put away people’s coats – I see a girl leaning on him front ways, as many have, with the thought they are going to do sex. It’s like he DOESN’T CARE – they’re just BODIES. Here he looks like a guy I knew was a bouncer who told me he had no feelings about sex, just wanted to get off, cold hearted.

*(LIKE THE GUY TOLD ME HE HAD NO FEELINGS ABOUT SEX, just wants to get off on their bodies: This is telling me he has no heart, no love, for these other girls, he does them with no feelings. But he doesn’t want me to know that, but I do know it.
The COATROOM implies SECRECY, a secret room or closet where no one sees.)*

I’m not dressed to go to a club or to see Beloved, but I have on my black bathrobe with the white lining, I put the HOOD over my head. My hair is long & crimped – it’s beautiful, thick. Lady friend is also casually dressed, but for some reason, we go to the club, thinking we could go incognito, covered up like this – but – alas, he recognizes me!

*(BLACK BATHROBE WITH WHITE LINING OVER MY HEAD, I HOPE HE DOESN’T RECOGNIZE ME, BUT HE DOES: According to this, he knows I have discovered him – not sure how he knows unless he’s psychic or has a dream. This says I wanted to hide or be incognito, but it doesn’t work.)*

I had my back to him, & my side, where you can’t see my face, & the robe basically hides my body, & yet, from my walk & somehow he knew it was me & he said, “OH NO” meaning I had FOUND HIM as he tried to ESCAPE ME. But you see, my lady friend knew where he was somehow!

*(MY LADY FRIEND: Is who? My God Self figured it out?
HOW HE RECOGNIZES ME: I must ask Mother God, it baffles me. In the dream you can’t see my face, but my hair does show, it’s that crimped platinum blonde hair, very full. I had no makeup on, not fixed up, not ready, didn’t want him to see. How did he see me?

MOTHER GOD: The hair represents your will, mind, thoughts, & that connects with feelings. He SENSED it or READ YOUR MIND as you read his.
He KNOWS you don’t want to see him or him you yet – that you aren’t ready. He’s trying to be strong like you, but he isn’t, just stubborn.
He made a post/poem about being BROKEN HEARTED – but he DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW THIS – on his social media. He said, among other things,
* you are beautiful
* he talks about your hair – & look – in these dreams the HAIR is PROMINENT
* you drive him crazy & he cannot focus {he is not talking about his common law wife Betty, it is obviously you, you are not there, you have broken his heart. Betty is waiting there with her thighs open, haha.}
* his pain is great & the drugs numb it
And so, case closed. All this REVEALS SOMETHING.)*

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THE FINAL DWELLING

In the last dream its the principals in the previous dreams have gathered in a ‘final place’ – it’s lovely. It’s like a CABIN, not exactly rustic but COZY. It’s a ‘big/small’ room – if that makes any sense. A room to hold all that we need, but not empty or stark, cozy like. I see this FIREPLACE that is NOT lit up now, but IT WILL BE when we get SET UP in the future. The lighting is not bright or dim, it’s like soft & in the shade, seems to be surrounded by woods, a cabin in the woods, but not remote woods, sort of like here where I am.

*(FINAL DWELLING, BIG BUT SMALL, COZY, FUTURE: This once again, for the thousand-th time, recants that he will be with you. You will have all you need, not ostentatious or luxurious, homey, cozy, a good feeling. This, when all is said & done, is your future.)*

There’s a man here that seems important. We all spent just a bit of time here, going through all our things, our baggage, which is dark & rolled up in bundles, but we mustn’t TARRY, we have things to do & I feel WE WILL BE BACK. The fireplace seems to be the only thing I see in a bit of detail – the rest of the room isn’t furnished, just filled with our belongings in piles – those of myself, this imp man & not sure who else.

*(BELONGINGS, BAGGAGE, PILED UP IN BUNDLES: There is still baggage or impediments to our being together, being dark in this context probably mean ‘in the dark’ or I don’t know what it is. The imp man naturally is the Lover. God is saying we will be here, or in the place of togetherness, when the time comes.)*

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The TILES line the FIREPLACE all around, on the outside, a border, base & front, on the inside. They are kind of WHITE, with a bit of green décor, like tiny border leaves, some beige somewhere. I take SPECIAL NOTICE of this fireplace because I know it will be CENTRAL to the coziness & comfort of this room when we occupy it.

*(FIREPLACE WITH TILES BORDERING IT OUTSIDE, INSIDE: Tiles are something PERMANENT like STONE. ‘Set in stone’ or tiles is ‘FOR SURE, you can bet on the rock.’ This underscores once again our future relationship.
The FIRE is the WARMTH in our HEARTS & SOULS – our LOVE. Love comes from the heart, it is fire, passion. The heart is the furnace of the body, the engine, the fire, it makes it work. Without the heart, the fire, a house is not a home, a couple is not a relationship. That is why I told him when he went off with that girl it was wrong, he had to be with me. HOME is where the HEART IS.)*

 

 

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THIS IS THE OTHER PLACE!

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THIS IS THE OTHER PLACE!

 

3-26-21  Why Did You do This to Me God?

 

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I present a puzzle before Mother God.  I know some things to do with mystical theology which are mysterious, I have lived through them all – but this.  This is a new one that makes people scratch their heads, causes more misunderstanding & unbelief than anything I’ve done.  

It brings up questions which for months have danced  in my head with no answers.  Yes, theories came to me but I felt no closure, no certainty – ideas unresolved.  

NO ONE BELIEVES that God told me ‘Quit your celibacy, go out & have fun.’  They attack me, men & women, that either I heard God wrong, God didn’t say it – or the usual chestnut,

“You just wanted to do what you did & said God told you.”

The men mostly say, when they get the nerve {on the internet, identities hidden, on social media}

“You just felt like having sex again.”

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No I didn’t!  Men have crazy, crazed ideas about celibacy.  They think when you stop having sex, you get hornier & hornier as time goes by so at the end of thirty years, I would have been pent up, like a man with ‘sperm backup on the brain,’ ready to go insane with horniness, set on running into the woods & fuck the first tree that comes along, haha.  It isn’t like that at all, it is the OPPOSITE of that.

How many have practiced celibacy {not talking about 3 bag uglies that can’t get it, or so sick & old they don’t think about it, talking about those of reasonable looks & vigor that can get sex, but chose to become celibate}  so they know something about it?  The ones passing judgement are the usual suspects, popping their husband or wife, getting it on the side or here & there, & yet they HAVE AN OPINION.

It’s like those who are not saints, never tried to become one, & yet, they KNOW IN THEIR HEART what a saint is, how a saint does; they would know a saint if they saw one.  The truth is, ‘they wouldn’t know Jesus Christ if he walked up to them & tapped them on the shoulder.’

People have vague & brainwashed ideas.  Those who are ‘religious’ which means brainwashed, think sex is dirty so no saint would ever, under any circumstances, have sex.  If you ever had sex, practice nudity or ‘fornication’ or anything sexual, if you pose nude or take nude images, you are DEFINITELY not a saint!  Case closed.  No human in the adult trade, no prostitute {adult therapist}, no nude model, no pin up queen or king, no whore or slut {sexually active woman}, no gigolo or gigalette, no fornicator, no masturbator, no nothing/no one that has ANYTHING TO DO WITH SEX can be ‘high up’ in the Heavenly registrar of God.  Of course – if they REPENT – everyone has a chance, the religious will give you that.  {And these Pharisees, how many of them follow these beliefs?  They don’t.  Jesus said to them, ‘Whoever has not sinned, cast the first stone’ – & they all crept away.  And the Lord also said, ‘The prostitutes will go into Heaven before you.’}  So much for the phony creeps.

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My point of view is not about becoming a sinner – as I have long given up the belief that sex is sin – It’s a Patriarchal ploy to control women, the double standard proves it.  In Matriarchy sex was not dirty, it was Sacred, the words whore & slut were not coined, women were Goddesses whatever they did, they were in control, they had sex with whom they pleased, as much as they pleased.  They were the Priests, not the men, they governed the family & the world, they controlled finances.  There wasn’t any hypocrisy, therefore, & no POVERTY – the world was one of LOVE.  Jesus said He’d be back when you could not tell the ‘summers from the winters – global warming’ which means HIS SPIRIT OF LOVE will return, that spirit is MATRIARCHAL / Goddess oriented / woman run – Matriarchy.

And so, I am not asking our Dear God why did She make me GO OUT TO SIN – NO, no, no!  I am asking her the following, pictured in this tale:

On the Twilight Zone there’s a story  {‘A Nice Place to Visit} of a cop-killer, criminal, thief, who after a robbery, tries to escape, climbing a wall, he shoots a cop then get a bullet in the head.

He wakes up to the feet of a portly man dressed in white, who escorts him to a fabulous place of luxury where he can have anything he wants.

He wants to gamble, drink, & have the sexiest women on the planet at this beck & call – it is provided.  So he does what he does, fucks his brains out, longs for rest, the women keep bothering him.  It’s tedious, day in day out.  Then he asked ‘fatso’ if he can go out & rob a bank, fatso says yes, he’ll provide it.

Then crime-hog has second thoughts, he begins to muse like what is he doing here?  It’s getting to his head, he feels like he’ll go NUTS if he stays any longer.  He says to ‘fatso,’ like ‘Hey, what did I do to deserve this anyway?  I belong IN THE OTHER PLACE!’  Let me out of here!  But he can’t get out.

Then fatso says to him, ‘What makes you think you’re in Heaven?  THIS IS THE OTHER PLACE!  {Roaring laughter while crime-hog looks perplexed & shocked.}

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OK God, I DID NOT DESERVE THIS, did I?  You took me out of a quasi-Heaven of NO DESIRES, certainly my sex drive was gone, & you got me fueled up, getting dressed up, going downtown every weekend, waiting to hook or get hooked for sex, drinking & driving, raging sex drive now tormenting me – all because I thought THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED ME TO DO, I did nothing but OBEY GOD, & what did it get me?  Torment, lowering my consciousness, loss of intimacy with God, & in the end, multiple anxiety attacks with stomach aches, hiatal hernia attacks, chest spasms & FIVE HEART ATTACKS.

Yes, I lost my INTIMACY WITH GOD – what medium degree I had at the time, {no I wasn’t in absolute perfection as I had been – no one can be ‘at the top’ all the time, like seeing God face to face, but I was in a good state, at peace, no raging desires, no getting drunk, no making a fool of myself with low-minded boys, none of that.}

What happened during those twelve years of trying to ‘have fun’ is I lost the PEARL OF GREAT PRICE.  And what is that?  Everyone who is anyone spiritually knows that the greatest treasure anyone could ever have is the sense of the PRESENCE OF GOD – Intimacy with her.  What does it mean?  It means you sense, hear, feel, taste, see, perceive  the knowledge that God is with you, actually PRESENT.  You hear the STILL, SMALL VOICE of God within, certainly when you channel or when an emergency comes up, God might even interrupt & say something {that is rare, btw, only in emergencies from what I’ve experienced, usually warnings of danger, or answers to mysteries you’re pondering, you hear God give a quick answer.}

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As you immerse into the flesh, the feelings of it, the sense of it, that spiritual sensitivity is darkened, befuddled, silenced even {what St. Thomas Aquinas said, lust causes spiritual blindness} – gets more & more jumbled, confused, overridden or grossed out.  All the saints know that the spirit of the world & flesh is contrary to the spirit of the rarified places – not because the lower things are necessarily sin or evil, it’s that they are of a different sort.  The spiritual world – to be in it – you must distance yourself from the world & the flesh, you must leave it behind, you must rise up to the clouds or climb up the palm tree & watch the barbeque folk below.  You cannot sink down too much, too far, too low, or you lose the high places. Yes, you can remain in the world, but ‘not of it,’ you must continue, {as hard as it is}, to see the world & flesh objectively, not subjectively.

Once I got in the habit & routine of going downtown, looking for dates while drinking in the bars, the Light slipped away.  It happened step by step, lower & lower, until the world was present but God was distant.  And when I fell in love & became obsessed, ALL WAS LOST.  It was so spiritually awful that I know God was no longer FIRST, God was second, because I thought I could not live without this man – that is the greatest DISASTER.  

I knew I was wrong by every spiritual law:  ‘Put first the Kingdom of God, & all shall be added unto you,’ ‘God is a jealous God,’  ‘Put no strange Gods before me’ {which means put nothing before Me/God.}

But I also knew that it was God, whom I love, who told me to do this, & I obeyed, kicking & screaming, saying no twice, & the third time God insisted & I obeyed.  And so, where had God led me into, the no Saint’s land of the shallows & wastes of human sense?  And why?  Why would the Almighty send me down into the depths from herself?  Why would she force me to lose her, & be a fool among fools, a lost sheep among goats?  Why?  There must have been a purpose that I don’t see, that may develop in future.

The only way I was able to come back to God, the INTIMACY – oh, praise the Lord!  Was by absenting myself from the Beloved – staying away, at first, not on purpose, the pandemic blocked my way.  But then, I did not struggle against the odds, I stopped going downtown.  Another reason was a while back I hurt my hip, & now the other leg kicked in so I had two bum legs & walked with a limp & pain – that sure deterred me from prancing around with college kids.

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Month by month the romantic/sexual desire for him went away, & with it sex desire for anyone became a thing of the past – I was FREE AT LAST, & what a wonderful feeling, as I had been enslaved, by the command of God, for twelve years!  The turmoil is gone, the longing, the frustration, confusion, all the bad stuff, I am feeling One with her again, my God – I regained what yogis call ‘NONDUALITY’ – a rare consciousness of God Alone, God & myself, no one else, nothing stands between us.

So now it seems apropos that I might ask God to explain a thing or two, whether She answers I don’t know, let me try.  OK God, can you now give me any answers?  Why did you take me to THE OTHER PLACE?

MOTHER GOD:   I had you re visit a place of darkness, where most people dwell, for your own good, to remind you of what you were saved from.  Then you could all the more rejoice in what you had gained.

ME:   But why?  You think I had forgotten what life was like before?  I don’t get it.

MOTHER GOD:   You will.  There is a second reason.  You had to go to this Hell hole to retrieve a Lost Soul – your Beloved Mate.  In time he will be with you.  Had you not gone down there, he would have been lost spiritually, mentally & physically.

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In future he will be with you & get off the drugs.  It sounds far fetched but I told you the very day you met him,  ‘This is your husband but it will be a slow boat to China.’  {That was July 2011}  That shore is getting closer.

Now had you remained in the Obsessive state the events that are & will take place would have been delayed even more, you have to have quality control in this relationship, you must be in charge, & that means no obsession, you make the rules, you hold out, you call the shots – otherwise his demons would rule & you could not bring him up, he’d continue to pull you down.  So losing the sex drive once again, after having a raging one for a while, all had to be.  Not an easy path, but congratulations for having traversed it & succeeding.

I might add that the lowlife males you met during this time – thieves, drug addicts, delinquents, etc., who you dealt with also gave you needed EXPERIENCE, to deal with the situation.  You cannot be naïve, blind, unaware of what these guys are like, including him, you have to be armed with knowledge, so that is why we permitted you to be with males like K-Hell & Marcel & others, so you could LEARN.  He now will be unable to pull the fast ones on you, as the others already did, you nip it in the bud.

ME:   OK, Mother God, I am getting real tired.  That’s enough for now, thanks a lot for the help, I feel edified.  Glory to you oh Mother God.

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