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This is a collaboration image with my incredibly talented friend Adam Raasalhague


A few months ago we started talking about doing a collaboration based on the idea of our images being stolen and used without permission and we came up with this image together. You should check out his version!


While working on this image I felt such a release of negative energy towards the whole "stealing images" situation and instead I started feeling such an overwhelming sense of support and community. It felt amazing to be working on an image with a friend who lives on the other side of the world, yet felt like we were in the same room working on an image together.


Thank you all, for being incredible.

First of all, thank you to everyone who send me a mail. (Don't feel guilty if you haven't) I'm honestly touched as it was unexpected. I know it sounds like a cliched excremetal matter, that hippies write, but it is true. As it would take a while to answer to everyone separately (two finger typing technique), I will have a short write up here. So have a cuppa it could take a while :-)


I'm ok (just)


Google did April fools joke on people and we could see in our statistics that we had the ISS crew checking us out. Of course I knew it wasn't them, as there are only 7 of them (or so) up there and they probably share the same IP anyway. Right? ;-) So I did a screen shot to show people, but I can only post a link. Hence the odd shot. I did have an account on another photo sharing site, but forgot my password and the email I used to register is dead :-( As I'm still forking out $24.95 for Flickr a year, I thought, I might as well. If I'm honest I thought most people would have me removed from contacts anyway, as I'm inactive.


I do not have much time now, so I do not come here much. I peek sometimes, and then I'm off again.


I do not do much landscape photography now, *my competition punches air with joy* And I'm guessing my contacts are not interested much in pictures of roadkill...


Another reason why I do not upload is my shots were being stolen and used in commercial thingys... so I thought 'screw you'. I cut off my nose. So there :-D


And as I have two years less to live than I had two years ago, time is precious :-)


Also in today's report:


I'm not preggers ;-)


I have not joined the mafia.


I'm not on witness protection plan.


I do not live in australian outback on a farm with a hunky farmer.


I have not changed my identity (bloody hard when you're me)


I'm not being chased by Interpol and I have not got underground.


I'm working on some highly sensitive stuff. I can not discuss.


BTW if anyone knows how to rob a bank and get away with it get in touch. Like immediately :-)


Finally: I may upload some weird and bizarre things (or not so bizarre) but I'm linking them to another dimension. Just ignore. Or uncontact me. I'm cool with it. Honest. Some people already did.


Take care everyone for now and keep up the great work :-)

Maila Nurmi was the original Queen of the Modern Gothic. Vampira, her iconic macabre creation, influenced generations of filmmakers, musicians, artists and lifestylers. Sadly, she shuffled off her mortal coil on January 10th, 2008. She was aged 86.


A Finnish-born model and actress, Maila had posed for Man Ray, Vargas and Bernard of Hollywood before being discovered at a masquerade ball by a TV producer. Her pale-skin and tight black dress complete with black wig and long, haemorrhage-red fingernails were quite unique in 1953. A year later, she became the eponymous star of The Vampira Show bringing a distinctive mix of sex, horror and death.


As the world’s first TV horror host, Vampira’s sardonic wit and eye-popping hourglass-figure made her the ghoulish fantasy of guys and ghouls across the globe, despite appearing on a show that was only broadcast in LA. Every week the voluptuous vamp would unleash blood-curdling screams and utter puns in an exotic and alluring Marlene Dietrich-like drawl – ‘I am…Vampira. I hope you all had the good fortune to have had a terrible week.’


After her show was cancelled, Maila accepted a tiny fee to appear as the reanimated corpse bride in Plan 9 From Outer Space, a role in the unfairly dubbed ‘Worst Film of all Time’, but it was one that would ensure Vampira’s immortality in popular culture.


As a star in the Golden Age of Tinsletown, Maila gigged with Liberace, dated Orson Welles, was friends with Marlon Brando and formed a tremendous kinship with James Dean, whose spirit, she claimed, haunted her for six months after his death.


Even as lady in her eighties, she was an incredible bright spark, a feisty old dame and a terrific raconteur, recalling stories from the old days with childlike glee. Like her icons-in-crime Bela Lugosi and Ed Wood, Maila Nurmi died nearly penniless, but she left behind a legacy that will endure forever.


Here's the article I wrote for Bizarre Magazine...


The Lady is a Vamp


I’m sat in Pioneer Chicken, a fast-food joint off Sunset Boulevard, deep in discussion with Vampira, the world’s first TV horror host. Maila Nurmi, the Finnish-born performer beneath the famous black wig and nails was a phenomenon in the nineteen-fifties. Her iconic gothic style, sardonic wit and eye-popping hourglass-figure made her the ghoulish fantasy of guys and ghouls across the globe, despite appearing on a show that was only broadcast to the Los Angeles area. Every week the voluptuous vamp would emerge from dry-ice studio fog to the sound of creepy organ music. She would unleash a blood-curdling scream and utter puns in an exotic, sexual, Marlene Dietrich-like drawl - “I am…Vampira. I hope you all had the good fortune to have had a terrible week."


But this is not simply an interview with a vampire. Conversing with Naila Nurmi means taking a voyeuristic journey through the lives of mythological cult icons of fifties Hollywood. It seems that Vampira’s finger was firmly on the jugular pulse of the tinsletown scene during the beat generation. Captivating tales with James Dean, Marlon Brando, and Elvis Presley pour from her octogenarian lips, memories recalled with intensity and insight.


Since Maila claims psychic capabilities, one can also add a touch of the paranormal to this Hollyweird concoction. She speaks of clairaudience, strange premonitions and visions. Most sensationally, it was such psychic sensitivity that found her haunted by the spirit of James Dean, whose death profoundly affected her.


She’s certainly one tough cookie though, that’s for sure - strongly opinionated and gutsy. Before international fame, back when she was modeling for the likes of Bernard of Hollywood, Vargas and a young Man Ray, she still wasn’t taking any crap from studio big shots. Even movie mogul Howard Hawks - who discovered Maila performing a skeleton striptease in a New York show - suffered the wrath of Vampira’s razor-witted tongue, despite having just turned Lauren Bacall into a household name.


“I thought he was stupid, so I tore up my contract,” she giggles, tucking into her rice. “I told him to kindly find a place for it in one of his numerous waste baskets.”


Yet in 1956, her outspoken manner caused her blacklisting from the system. Broke, she accepted a measly $200 to play the reanimated corpse-bride of Bela Lugosi in the trash sci-fi epic Plan 9 From Outer Space. Irony, for this movie cemented her position in popular culture and led to Tim Burton’s marvelous biopic of director Ed Wood, one that cast model Lisa Marie as Maila.


At eighty-three, she’s still hip and sharp like Vampira’s fingernails.


So how did your famous horror host role come about?


I decided I wanted to become an evangelist. I had to sponsor myself and I thought I needed $20,000. How could I do it? Well, television was just warping people’s minds, so I thought could do that - and they paid big. I thought I’d satirise soap operas, I’d take improbable people and make them do all these bourgeois things. Since Charles Addams had already done it in comic form, I wanted it to bring it to television. So that is why I made the dress, went to a masquerade ball and won first prize. They discovered me and that was the end of it. But Vampira wasn’t really acting. It was television, just a lot of hogwash.


What went wrong with the revival of Vampira in the early eighties and the subsequent launch of the Elvira character?


Well I was dealing with KTTV for three months and then they suddenly didn’t want me to come to the studio anymore. They eventually called me in to sign a contract and she was there (Cassandra Peterson). They had hired her without asking me.


So it was going to be the Vampira name?


It’s Vampira all together. She did the whole thing with the Rocky Horror people. They stole it. They stole $100 million dollars. She was in 51 markets at one time with 350 kinds of merchandise; milked my cupboard bare.


Did you successfully sue?


I sued for eight years but not successfully. Finally I ran out of money. To continue would have cost $60,000. I wrote to the judge and said, “I’m sorry, I have no money. I have to close the case.” So he charged them to pay all the expenses. That money was meant for animal welfare and she spent it on cocaine and red limousines. Boy has the devil got that bitch—it’s the devil in her blood. That slut was a big player in porno movies - she was trying to hide her background. They deemed it unwise to reveal that fact so they told her to make up stuff if she was asked. But she said, “Why make it up when it is written here?” She was pretending to be me. How dare she? She’s such a low-life, such a no talent. She’s so stupid and she has no sense of timing. No sense of humor; such a common slut that speaks Americanese. Nasal. Phlegmatic. You know, the limousines and the lovers and the houses—they can take all that. Initially they wanted me. I wouldn’t do it because I didn’t want Vampira to be anything but perfect. I certainly didn’t want it to be a streetwalker-slut like that. Angelina Jolie would be a good Vampira.


Didn’t Vampira lead you to James Dean?


With the character I had been handed the keys to the city. I wanted to see who’s who and so I attended a movie premiere. But all I could find was vapid identities, people of whom I had no interest, except for one fellow who was with Terry Moore. I thought “him, that’s the one with the tuxedo and the collar, the farm boy hair that wouldn’t stay down.” Twelve hours after, I was sitting in Googies, and Jimmy rode up on his motorcycle, the windows rattled and the rest was history. We were never apart again. We were best friends instantly, like psychic Siamese twins.


Was he openly gay to his friends?


No. As he said, “do I look like someone who would go through life with one hand tied behind my back?” That was a courageous statement in those days. Jimmy was primarily heterosexual but he used men sexually to get ahead, and if he saw someone he liked, he liked them. More often it was women, but maybe that was because he had never got the really pretty girls before. He had always got the ugly leftovers that nobody else wanted.


How much time did you spend with him?


Seventeen-hundred hours, every moment to treasure. But he was just a little boy in search of his mother. Everyone must have seen it, maybe not known what it was, not how to read it, but they saw the feeling. I was a little more psychic so I knew what it was. He had the impression she had abandoned him. But after, I found out she died of cancer and hadn’t abandoned him at all, but she did go away and leave him all alone in the world. He was an only child and it was impossible for him to relate to his father. The father had probably married his mother for her boobs or something and had nothing in common with her. She raised a boy whom she named after a poet, James Byron. And the father didn’t know poetry from a hole in the ground. He was a nice, practical, and sensible dentist.


Do you remember when you heard that James Dean had died?


Yeah I was at home with Tony Perkins (Psycho). Jack Simmons (actor in Rebel Without A Cause and friend of Dean) had just left to visit some lesbian whores that lived a block away. We knew we had to tell Jack before someone else did, but then we had to go tell Ursula (Andress), Jimmy’s ladylove. We drove up and I waited in the car because I didn’t really know her very well. It was in a dead end street, and now dark. Then suddenly, Marlon (Brando) appeared at the car - he had been hiding in the bushes. Ursula had called him in hysterics screaming, “They are trying to kill me. They’re threatening me. They think he killed himself because of me. I’m frightened! You have to come. I’m alone.” She would have used any device to get to Marlon at that time, even though she was trying to break up John Derek’s marriage. She wanted Marlon above all; she even bought the same car that he had. So he went, but looked in the windows first to be sure that she wasn’t putting him on and that she was really upset. Then Jack found him in the bushes. “Maila’s over there, in the hearse,” he said.(laughs) So he came over to offer condolences.


I heard that the spirit of James Dean visited you.


He visited a lot of people. He was very active. Now a lot of people made it up too I’m sure, but even people who weren’t psychic had experiences. He was that strong. Jimmy was following me around and was with me a lot of the time for the first six months. There would be an ashtray, I’d look and say “don’t anybody touch the ashtray, it’s gonna go up. That’s Jimmy’s sign that he’s here.” And it would go up!


Did you have psychic tendencies early on?


Yeah, I was very psychic in those days. My first husband Dean Eisner (writer of Dirty Harry and Play Misty For Me) and I lived in Laurel Canyon. He came home from work one day and said a story editor was writing a TV series about us. TV was very new and it was very easy to get anything you wanted done. He said they called it “Laurel Canyon”, but apparently sold it under the working title Bewitched. That was written about Dean Eisner and I. You see my mother was a witch. She wasn’t practicing, but she couldn’t help but be a witch. It was natural. It exuded from her, the very essence of her. And I was very psychic too.


Didn’t you share some strange, paranormal experiences with Marlon Brando?


We were sitting around and chatting in the dining room and Einstein had died just three weeks before. Marlon always had a wonderful portrait of Einstein on his headboard and sometimes he would just shove it in your face. Suddenly Marlon says, “There’s someone here. It’s Einstein. He has a message for us.” I was included in the message. “You young ones have to hurry up,” That’s what Einstein told Marlon, who wasn’t inventing it - he believed it. He may have seen it or heard it. The point is that Marlon really wanted to believe that he was a humanitarian, and Einstein was urging him to hurry up with his duties. Marlon was a very humane human being, though he didn’t know how to be humane with his own children. Some of his best friends despised him and said he was a brute and a beast and nothing in-between. He’s either the gentlest, noble of human beings or the coarsest and grossest. How do you like them apples?


What was your first introduction to any of the Ed Wood clan?


I was a young girl window-shopping on Hollywood Boulevard. I was bending low to see the detail of some shoes and someone whizzed around the corner on roller skates, almost bumped my fanny and crashed into me. “Pardon me,” said he, and “Pardon me,” said I. He was wearing an ascot and a beret. It was Bela Lugosi on roller skates. He was on his way to a cigar store.


Had you heard of Ed Wood before you met him?


Yes, because there had been an article in a newspaper, saying that he wanted to make a movie with Vampira. The nerve of him! This was before I was blacklisted. After, I had no money and I couldn’t get a job. A guy came and visited me and offered $200 to make this Ed Wood movie called Grave Robbers From Outer Space (later changed to Plan 9). I thought it was a good title at least. Oh boy! So I did it, and he came into my life right after then.


Did you find Ed Wood to be an intelligent guy?


No. But anyone who has become a phenomenon has a karmic current carrying them there. Nobody who is normal has such drive. That’s got to be driven by something larger than life. There was something there that I didn’t understand or respect because I was an intellectual snob, but it was there alright.


How did Ed Wood react when he heard you didn’t want to speak his words?


Paul Marco told him, so I don’t know. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but my God, I could not say those words. I wish I had them today because I threw them away. Do you know what jewels those lines must have been? I tried to say them, but I curdled my own blood. (laughs) They were awful!


Did you go to the premiere of Plan 9 From Outer Space?


Yeah. The theatre was full of people. I was backstage and I could see the images behind the screen. People were in the wings, dictating to me when to walk out, so that I was there on screen at the same time as I walked across stage. The audience booed, whistled and threw popcorn – they loved it! But I never actually got to see the film as I had to leave, then the film was banned in Los Angeles for 26 years. It never played here and Ed Wood never knew why. They hated him I guess or maybe it was because of me. But Criswell told me that the film played in a small theatre in New York for over a year and a half, with just standing room only all the time. When it was on the road in Indianapolis, even though it was pouring with rain, people queued around the block with newspapers over their heads. It was very popular. People knew it was Lugosi’s last film.


What kind of state of mind do you think Ed Wood have when he later made porn films?


He loved the porn. He was in his element. He would have been very unhappy if he had known he couldn’t have done porn again. He just kept writing them so fast. He’d write a whole pornographic book in just two days.


Did Tim Burton talk to you before he filmed the movie Ed Wood?


Yes. He introduced me to his stuffed bat. The film was accurate in some way but he wasn’t really trying to be accurate. It was a docu-drama. He was taking liberties, which he was entitled to do, but he got some of the essences correct—the ones that he should have retained. And then he embroidered a little. Johnny Depp is such a good actor and was believable as Ed Wood. Although it wasn’t exactly the same persona, his essence was there. The enthusiasm was so believable - such gung-ho enthusiasm.


Finally, is it right you had an encounter with Elvis before he became famous?


I went to Las Vegas with Liberace and met a19 year-old Elvis. I was there eating breakfast in the hotel and across the huge dining room in backlight - because the sun was shining through the windows - I could see three older men, smoking cigars, looking plump and eating. A tall, young, graceful man came in, and sat with them. Then on the intercom it said that somebody was wanted on the telephone. This young guy got up, and walked like Robert Mitchum. All I saw was his silhouette, that was it. So I paid my bill and walked past the men and said, “well congratulations, he’s going to be the biggest movie star in the world. I see he has tremendous magnetism.” “Ah,” they said, “thank you.” (laughs). And I hadn’t yet seen Elvis’ face. But the next night when he opened, I went with Liberace and his whole family. A side curtain parted and this kid comes out alone. I had never seen someone boldly standing on a stage – supposedly a heterosexual male – wearing turquoise eye shadow and grinding his hips like that. I thought, “oh-my-god. What am I seeing? This music is great.” The orchestra, one by one put down their instruments. They crossed their arms and refused to play. The audience started booing, and they booed him off the stage. Then a voice said to me – and I wasn’t on any drugs – “go around the side of the hotel and in the back, there’s a swimming pool and you’ll find someone in a canary yellow jacket.” Now I hadn’t seen a jacket like that anywhere. But I went around and in the dark moonless night, far away I could see the double doors of the casino, golden with light. They opened and a figure came into the doorway. It was Elvis, wearing a canary yellow jacket. He looked confusedly into the darkness, so I said, “I’m over here.” We walked towards each other, sat down and talked. I told him that I was a performer and that what happened was absolutely awful. He said, “every night before I go on, I talk to God and he always answers me. But tonight he didn’t answer. When them curtains opened and I saw all those white heads and them glasses, I knew why.“ I told him I admired his courage and that they only did that because they’re sheep and they do as they think they are supposed to do. One person booed and so then they all did. They’ve never, ever seen anything like you and it frightened them. But, Life Magazine are going to discover you (because that’s what they did in those days) and they will kiss your shoes.” He said, “it’s coming out Thursday” and it did. I was thirty-three and he said to me, “I know you’re getting old and all, but if you’d like to come back after the show, I’d be proud to take you back to my bungalow.” (laughs) His hallowed words! And so Elvis went back to do a second show.


Many thanks to Joe Moe and Forry for their assistance with this interview.


(Photos and Words Copyright - Mark Berry)

.The Mana Spirits, also known as Elemental Spirits, are magical beings representative of the elements that make up the world. There are eight spirits in all:Salamander, the spirit of fire Undine, the spirit of water, Gnome, the spirit of earth, Jinn, the spirit of wind, Dryad, the spirit of wood,Luna, the spirit of the moon,Wisp, the spirit of light,Shade, the spirit of darkness.According to Seiken Densetsu 3, in her creation of the world, the Mana Goddess forged the Mana Sword and with it sealed the eight God-Beasts inside Mana Stones, which were then scattered across the world; the Elementals were charged with the duty of protecting the Stones. While each Elemental is a powerful spirit, being an embodiment has a drawback in that they can be physically harmed or limited, notably Jinn (Sylphid) in Seiken Densetsu 3 and Salamando in Secret of Mana. In the World History Encyclopedia featured in Legend of Mana, the Elementals are descended from the Mana Goddess, the embodiment of the creative and destructive forces of Mana, each being born from the light which formed the respective elements of Fa'Diel, the world of Mana.There is a basic system of opposing elemental pairs in the games before Legend of Mana: Undine (water) and Salamando (fire); Gnome (earth) and Sylphid/Jinn (wind); Lumina/Wisp (light) and Shade (darkness); Dryad (nature) and Luna (celestial). The system works differently in Legend of Mana, with the four Western Elements in a circular relationship: Undine overcomes Salamander, who overcomes Gnome, who overcomes Jinn, who overcomes Undine, thus launching the cycle over again; while Wisp and Shade are opposites, and Aura (gold/metal) becomes the new opposite to Dryad (wood) (see Elements).


Imagine you are sitting in a theater, listening to a heroine sing longingly of her beloved. Suddenly the stage is invaded by two bands of acrobatic warriors. They tumble and twirl, cartwheel and somersault, flip this way and that. From the orchestra come sounds of cymbal, gong, and clapper to punctuate the action.

Dreams and myths are constellations of archetypal images. They are not free compositions by an artist who plans them for artistic or informational effects. Dreams and myths happen to human beings. The archetype speaks through us. It is a presence and a possibility of "significance." The ancients called them "gods" and "goddesses."What then is an archetype? Jung discovered that humans have a "preconscious psychic disposition that enables a (man) to react in a human manner." These potentials for creation are actualized when they enter consciousness as images. There is a very important distinction between the "unconscious, pre- existent disposition" and the "archetypal image." The archetype may emerge into consciousness in myriads of variations. To put it another way, there are a very few basic archetypes or patterns which exist at the unconscious level, but there are an infinite variety of specific images which point back to these few patterns. Since these potentials for significance are not under conscious control, we may tend to fear them and deny their existence through repression. This has been a marked tendency in Modern Man, the man created by the French Revolution, the man who seeks to lead a life that is totally rational and under conscious control. Where do the archetypes come from? In his earlier work, Jung tried to link the archetypes to heredity and regarded them as instinctual. We are born with these patterns which structure our imagination and make it distinctly human. Archetypes are thus very closely linked to our bodies. In his later work, Jung was convinced that the archetypes are psychoid, that is, "they shape matter (nature) as well as mind (psyche)" (Houston Smith, Forgotten Truth, 40). In other words, archetypes are elemental forces which play a vital role in the creation of the world and of the human mind itself. The ancients called them elemental spirits How do archetypes operate? Jung found the archetypal patterns and images in every culture and in every time period of human history. They behaved according to the same laws in all cases. He postulated the Universal Unconscious to account for this fact. We humans do not have separate, personal unconscious minds. We share a single Universal Unconscious. Mind is rooted in the Unconscious just as a tree is rooted in the ground. Imagine the Universal Unconscious as a cosmic computer. Our minds are subdirectories of the root directory. If we look in our personal "work areas," we find much material that is unique to our historical experience--could only have happened to us--but it is shaped according to universal patterns. If we humans have the courage to seek the source to which our "account" belongs, we begin to discover ever more impersonal and universal patterns. The directories of the cosmic computer to which we can gain access are filled with the myths of the human species. Modern man fancies that he has escaped the myths through his conscious repudiation of revealed religion in favor of a purely rational natural religion (read: Natural Science). But consider his theories of human origin. In the beginning, there was a Big Bang, a cosmic explosion. This is an image from which reason may begin to work, but it is not itself a rational statement. It is a mythical construct. Consider the theory of biological evolution. Man's ancestors emerge from the seas, and they in turn emerged from a cosmic soup of DNA. The majority of creation myths also begin with the same image of man emerging from primordial oceans. See Genesis 1 or the Babylonian creation epic. Consider the Modern tendency to call ourselves persons from the Latin persona. The term derives from the "mask" of Dionysus. Moderns are the wearers of masks! The reality is concealed in the darkness of mystery. This too is a mythical construct. Synchronicity Personality theorists have argued for many years about whether psychological processes function in terms of mechanism or teleology. Mechanism is the idea that things work in through cause and effect: One thing leads to another which leads to another, and so on, so that the past determines the present. Teleology is the idea that we are lead on by our ideas about a future state, by things like purposes, meanings, values, and so on. Mechanism is linked with determinism and with the natural sciences. Teleology is linked with free will and has become rather rare. It is still common among moral, legal, and religious philosophers, and, of course, among personality theorists. Among the people discussed in this book, Freudians and behaviorists tend to be mechanists, while the neo-Freudians, humanists, and existentialists tend to be teleologists. Jung believes that both play a part. But he adds a third alternative called synchronicity.

Synchronicity is the occurrence of two events that are not linked causally, nor linked teleologically, yet are meaningfully related. Once, a client was describing a dream involving a scarab beetle when, at that very instant, a very similar beetle flew into the window. Often, people dream about something, like the death of a loved one, and find the next morning that their loved one did, in fact, die at about that time. Sometimes people pick up he phone to call a friend, only to find that their friend is already on the line. Most psychologists would call these things coincidences, or try to show how they are more likely to occur than we think. Jung believed the were indications of how we are connected, with our fellow humans and with nature in general, through the collective unconscious. Jung was never clear about his own religious beliefs. But this unusual idea of synchronicity is easily explained by the Hindu view of reality. In the Hindu view, our individual egos are like islands in a sea: We look out at the world and each other and think we are separate entities. What we don't see is that we are connected to each other by means of the ocean floor beneath the waters. The outer world is called maya, meaning illusion, and is thought of as God's dream or God's dance. That is, God creates it, but it has no reality of its own. Our individual egos they call jivatman, which means individual souls. But they, too, are something of an illusion. We are all actually extensions of the one and only Atman, or God, who allows bits of himself to forget his identity, to become apparently separate and independent, to become us. But we never truly are separate. When we die, we wake up and realize who we were from the beginning: God. When we dream or meditate, we sink into our personal unconscious, coming closer and closer to our true selves, the collective unconscious. It is in states like this that we are especially open to "communications" from other egos. Synchronicity makes Jung's theory one of the rare ones that is not only compatible with parapsychological phenomena, but actually tries to explain them!


On this day ghosts and other supernatural creatures come out from the Underworld and move among the living. Families prepare food and other offerings and place them on a shrine dedicated to deceased relatives.Mana You must understand that these archetypes are not really biological things, like Freud's instincts. They are more spiritual demands. For example, if you dreamt about long things, Freud might suggest these things represent the phallus and ultimately sex. But Jung might have a very different interpretation. Even dreaming quite specifically about a penis might not have much to do with some unfulfilled need for sex. It is curious that in primitive societies, phallic symbols do not usually refer to sex at all. They usually symbolize mana, or spiritual power. These symbols would be displayed on occasions when the spirits are being called upon to increase the yield of corn, or fish, or to heal someone. The connection between the penis and strength, between semen and seed, between fertilization and fertility are understood by most cultures.The concept of archetypes is central to Jungian psychology and myth analysis. However there are many different ways of looking at what exactly an archetype is (cf Heiddegger). Carol Pearson, in her book, Awakening The Heroes Within shows how five different individuals would view the idea of archetypes.A Shaman, or other seeker after spiritualism, will conceive of archetypes as gods and goddesses, encoded in the collective unconscious, whom are scorned at great risk. Academics and other rationalists, who are typically suspicious of anything that sounds mystic, may conceive of archetypes as controlling paradigms or metaphors, the invisible patterns in the mind that control how we experience the world.Scientists may see the process of identifying archetypes as similar to other scientific processes. Physicists learn about the smallest subatomic particles by studying the traces they leave; psychologists and other scholars study archetypes by examining their presence in art, literature, myth, and dream. Carl Jung recognized that the archetypical mages that recurred in his patients' dreams also could be found in the myths, legends, and art of ancient peoples, as well as in contemporary iterature, religion, and art. They know that they are archetypical becausethey leave the same traces over time and space. People who are committed to religious positions that emphasize one all-encompassing God, can distinguish the spiritual truth of monotheism from the pluralistic psychological truth of archetypes. The god we mean when we speak of "The One True God" is beyond the human capacity to envision and name. The archetypes are like different facets of that God, accessible to the psyche's capacity to imagine numinous reality. Thus these archetypes helpthe person connect to the Eternal; they make great mysteries more accessible by providing multiple images. This is evident in both the Catholic idea of the Trinity (The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost), and the Buddhist idea of one Buddha (which is then divisible into the 40, the 400, and the 4000 facets or aspects of that single deity, each with it's own name and story). Finally archetypes are the primal symbols of aspects of our own nature. By identifying with one of more archetypes we can identify our own nature. By portraying these archetypes, we portray ourselves. Thus we can use these archetypes as a spiritual guide to the discovery of selfhood. And what does an archetype mean to ? That's simple. Archetypes are symbols. In the Hermetic Tradition there is very little difference between the symbol and the thing it represents. This is explicit in the Law of Association. By manipulating the symbol it is therefore also possible to directly manipulate the thing. And because archetypes are symbols representing facets of ourselves they allow us to change ourselves. As within, so without. The macrocosm embodies the microcosm.So much for the content of the psyche. Now let's turn to the principles of its operation. Jung gives us three principles, beginning with the principle of opposites. Every wish immediately suggests its opposite. If I have a good thought, for example, I cannot help but have in me somewhere the opposite bad thought. In fact, it is a very basic point: In order to have a concept of good, you must have a concept of bad, just like you can't have up without down or black without white. This idea came home to me when I was about eleven. I occasionally tried to help poor innocent woodland creatures who had been hurt in some way -- often, I'm afraid, killing them in the process. Once I tried to nurse a baby robin back to health. But when I picked it up, I was so struck by how light it was that the thought came to me that I could easily crush it in my hand. Mind you, I didn't like the idea, but it was undeniably there.According to Jung, it is the opposition that creates the power (or libido) of the psyche. It is like the two poles of a battery, or the splitting of an atom. It is the contrast that gives energy, so that a strong contrast gives strong energy, and a weak contrast gives weak energy. The second principle is the principle of equivalence. The energy created from the opposition is "given" to both sides equally. So, when I held that baby bird in my hand, there was energy to go ahead and try to help it. But there is an equal amount of energy to go ahead and crush it. I tried to help the bird, so that energy went into the various behaviors involved in helping it. But what happens to the other energy? Well, that depends on your attitude towards the wish that you didn't fulfill. If you acknowledge it, face it, keep it available to the conscious mind, then the energy goes towards a general improvement of your psyche. You grow, in other words.

But if you pretend that you never had that evil wish, if you deny and suppress it, the energy will go towards the development of a complex. A complex is a pattern of suppressed thoughts and feelings that cluster -- constellate -- around a theme provided by some archetype. If you deny ever having thought about crushing the little bird, you might put that idea into the form offered by the shadow (your "dark side"). Or if a man denies his emotional side, his emotionality might find its way into the anima archetype. And so on. Here's where the problem comes: If you pretend all your life that you are only good, that you don't even have the capacity to lie and cheat and steal and kill, then all the times when you do good, that other side of you goes into a complex around the shadow. That complex will begin to develop a life of its own, and it will haunt you. You might find yourself having nightmares in which you go around stomping on little baby birds! If it goes on long enough, the complex may take over, may "possess" you, and you might wind up with a multiple personality. In the movie The Three Faces of Eve, Joanne Woodward portrayed a meek, mild woman who eventually discovered that she went out and partied like crazy on Saturday nights. She didn't smoke, but found cigarettes in her purse, didn't drink, but woke up with hangovers, didn't fool around, but found herself in sexy outfits. Although multiple personality is rare, it does tend to involve these kinds of black-and-white extremes. The final principle is the principle of entropy. This is the tendency for oppositions to come together, and so for energy to decrease, over a person's lifetime. Jung borrowed the idea from physics, where entropy refers to the tendency of all physical systems to "run down," that is, for all energy to become evenly distributed. If you have, for example, a heat source in one corner of the room, the whole room will eventually be heated.When we are young, the opposites will tend to be extreme, and so we tend to have lots of energy. For example, adolescents tend to exaggerate male-female differences, with boys trying hard to be macho and girls trying equally hard to be feminine. And so their sexual activity is invested with great amounts of energy! Plus, adolescents often swing from one extreme to another, being wild and crazy one minute and finding religion the next.As we get older, most of us come to be more comfortable with our different facets. We are a bit less naively idealistic and recognize that we are all mixtures of good and bad. We are less threatened by the opposite sex within us and become more androgynous. Even physically, in old age, men and women become more alike. This process of rising above our opposites, of seeing both sides of who we are, is called transcendence.


The ego is the centre of consciousness. It is identity. It is 'I'. But it is not the totality of the psyche. Being the king of consciousness amounts to dominion over a small but important land surrounded by a wide world of terra incognita. The more aware the King is of lands beyond his domain the more secure he will be on his throne, but he must not be tempted to open the borders to it all. In Jungian theory the unconscious is far too vast to ever be made fully conscious, poking about in it is not without danger, yet ignoring it is also a mistake since it leads to a brittle fixedness which at best impedes growth, at worst can break when under the pressure of the 'threat' of change.So called "humanist spirit" relates to the thought and the viewpoint concerning man's mental life: the humanist spirit is linked with humanitarianism and is different from each other. Compared with animals, the author concluded: Tao (Dao) and Food, kindheartedness and living, righteousness and benefit, moral integration and feats of strength, principles and appetites and independent will, etc. all are human personality values. Simultaneously strong human social responsibility is also human social value. Human beings live in nature, mutually coordinate, and co-exist in harmony together with nature which is also the representation of man's natural


What a strange and unsettling experience I had yesterday at a Starbucks in the Village


I was sitting in the window playing with my camera, focusing the lens out on the street. There was a mother with her baby in the outdoor cafe, and I started to play the lens on them. I was focusing on the detail, and generally just testing my long and short vision with my 200 mm lens........


Suddenly I looked up and there was a woman excitedly pointing me out to the mother. They looked extremely upset, so I went out to reassure them that I was just playing around with the lens. Well, the husband of the woman who pointed me out, went ballistic......told me that it was illegal to do that, that I should know better, and demanded to see the photo that I took! When I told him that I didn't even take a photo, and that I shoot in film, he demanded I take the film out of the camera......yeah, right....


He told me he was a lawyer, and what I had done was illegal, so he called the cops!


Finally he left, and I apologized to the mother, telling her I didn't even take a photo. She was very upset, and kept saying , "oh, I hope you didn't take a photo of my baby/" later, I thought, how ridiculous! Even if I had, what could I do with it? She was in a public place, it wasn't like I stole her identity or address, or even that she was famous.


Well, about 15 minutes later, and about six blocks away from the scene of the "crime",( while I was on my cell with my father, oddly enough) I was confronted by the police.


They wanted to see my camera....and my ID......I gave them a small portfolio that I carry around to show them how innocent my work is......they told me not to worry, that I wasn't in trouble. They didn't want me to take the film out of my camera, though I had offered....

..........and, after getting home and looking up photographers' rights in America, I understand why. Because it is perfectly acceptable to photograph children in a public place....And, that if anyone confiscates your film, they can be charged with robbery.....


The overzealous couple should be ashamed of themselves. There was no reason to upset the mother.....and the poor baby.......or me, for that matter......he was on a self-righteous and ridiculous mission.


So, know your rights. Here is a link to the page in the photographer's bill of rights that explains shooting in public......there are few restrictions to photographing people, and certainly not on the street or in any public place. Basically when a person is in a public place, they have resigned their right to privacy.......It was recommended in a workshop that I had taken once to make a copy of this page, and carry it while I understand why

David is the co-creator and editor of Headpress (now releasing it's 27th bumper edition), the journal dedicated to sex, religion and death. Headpress boasts an incredible catalogue of film and counterculture book titles and has recently moved its offices to London.


These pictures were taken in Manchester, England on a cold Autumn night.


Here is the original interview from Naked - Magazine of the Weird and Wonderful:



The year is 1991. You are standing in your favourite, dusty comic shop. You know the one. It’s the place the council is trying to close down because of all those “strange characters” which frequent the establishment. They’re odd, morose folk who like nothing more than wading through poorly printed kids comics that deprave the mind. And let’s not mention those magazines they have for sale. Ohmygod, have you ever seen anything like it? Of course, it’s also rumoured that the sweaty bloke that works on the weekends sells certain types of horror movies (and ‘other’ sorts of films too) if you ask him surreptitiously. You just haven’t got the nerve though.


So you are there again, but sadly this Saturday afternoon’s excursion has so far proved fruitless. You are in desperate need of a good read…something different than the usual fare. You’ve already bought all the regulars this month and you’re just bored of the usual fare. But wait! What’s this? Something tucked behind that smutty looking men’s magazine. You give the corner of its blood-red cover a tug…


“Headpress…hmm…curious…” You continue to read the cover. “Bizarre culture, deviant conceptions...” Sounds interesting.


Realising the potential for depravity you hold in your hands, you quickly glance left and right to check you aren’t being watched. That sweaty bloke behind the counter is looking more and more like Jack Elam in Once Upon A Time In The West.


You turn the page. Inside…something strange.


Can this be real? An article discussing Mr. Punch as a “sex-killer puppet.” And here, an interview with Deborah Ryder, a publisher of bondage books. Strange sado-erotic illustrations are dotted around. This thing looks so seedy and odd! You flick through the coarse-toothed paper with photocopied typewriter text and find a piece on some Finnish detective series next to a discussion of café culture. Your mind is boggling! If all this eclecticism isn’t enough to start you salivating with delight, you turn to the back page (home of all good things) to find that Headpress are selling VHS copies of Jorg Buttgereit’s Der Todesking on mail order, the director that made the infamous nastie Nekromanitic.


You smile smugly as you walk over to Jack Elam. He looks you up and down like he’s about to spit his tobacco in your face. You place the copy of Headpress issue one on the table, pushing aside the Judge Dread movie standee. You don’t have to shit yourself anymore about asking this guy about his video tape collection. You’ve found your sole source for an underground tap of filth, depravity and weirdness. There’s never been anything like it on the shelves before. Its name is Headpress.


Headpress was the brainchild of three misanthrope individuals with oddly the same first name; David Kerekes, David Flynt and David Slater. The only remainng member of this triumphant at the magazine is Kerekes, shaven-headed and bizarrely mild-mannered . We are sat talking in his Manchester home. He explains the creation of the magazine:


“We were all into films and decided to put Jorg Buttgereit’s Der Todesking through the BBFC, because he was the director of Nekromantic which was pretty infamous at the time. We thought his new film could legitimately come out without being too battered by the BBFC. So we got it through and did a limited edition of about five hundred on VHS, the quantity we could afford to do. It took a long, long time but we sold those and thought, ‘well, what are we going to do now? We’ve got our money back, do we split the profits three ways or do we put it together and do something else?’ The magazine was for all of us, the logical thing to do. That was how Headpress came about.”


With no desire to launch yet another film magazine into the market, the three David’s fell upon the idea of a journal which, “encourages people to write anything they want to write about.” If the editorial team felt the subject matter was interesting enough, they would print it. Of course, if this seems a little vague to you, don’t worry, because the three David’s found the same response too. And so, they came up with the idea of giving the magazine a subtitle that would point people in the right direction. Sort of. First it was ‘Bizarre Culture, Deviant Conception, Cinematic Extremes’ on the early issues just to let people know that it wasn’t just about films, then more successfully ‘The Journal of Sex, Religion and Death’:


“I kind of liked the idea that Headpress should be about something. I kind of stole it from Fortean Times I think, who had ‘The Journal of strange phenomena.’ I thought, ‘I kind of like that, that’s got a nice ring to it.’ And it was to get away from the long-winded one we had. Of course it covers all the bases as well. You can write pretty much about anything. But it is difficult. I invariably know whether something somebody sends is going to work. I tend to find that what I prefer and what seems to be more in keeping with Headpress is stuff that’s written not by people who are necessarily great writers, but people who are writing about something from the heart. Articles like ‘The History of Vampirism’ isn’t going to work. But if someone says, ‘I’ve seen a vampire,’ obviously that is going to be more interesting. So it’s really a mixture of films, sleaze, and art in no particular order.”


Although imediately being more than a just a fanzine, the early Headpress issues were very much cut-and-paste affairs, without a hint of DTP involved. Kerekes reflects on the low-budgetedness of the publication with some fondness, “It wasn’t printed particularly well. Issue two didn’t have any laminate, so the ink literally came off on your fingers and the ribbon wasn’t right with the text printed inside. It had this shadow effect on the writing, so it would give you a massive headache reading the thing. It was probably an easy way to trip though!”


Headpress was simply a labour of love, never a mechanism to make money. The magazine was even written mostly between the the three Davids in the early issues, utilising additional contributions from a pool writers they knew from the underground film network in which they were embroiled. It also shows through their limited distribution at the time; the threesome would literally travel to London with cases of the magazine and walk into shops.


They of course found mixed fortune in their attempts to find writing talent (no one was getting paid), and a reflective Kerekes is not too fond of some. But it seems this was wholly part of their process: “We were so relieved to get anything in that we just ran with it. We didn’t turn much down, we just printed whatever came through the door,” he explains. “But the more we pushed it, the more people got interested and it became easier to get contributions.”


Each passing issue would make just enough revenue to cover the next. But eventually, they felt they had sufficient funds to make their next big gamble, releasing a book. It was called Critical Visions and was a compendium of all the best bits from the early issues. Again, the money from Critical Visions trickled into the next venture and so on. But by 1996, a decision was made to change the direction of the publication. David Flynt had already left the team after only a few issues and it was now time for Kerekes and Slater to also go their separate ways:


“It was getting to the point where we had to decide whether we wanted to keep this as a hobby basis or go further. It obviously couldn’t support two people. What do we do here? Do we actually stop Headpress or keep it going? After some debate, we obviously decided I’d keep it going and David Slater would do his own thing. He’s got a proper job now, a real nine-to-fiver.”


Attempting to take this to the next stage meant another level of professionalism. The format of the magazine had constantly been developing, but the move to a more book-like quality proved highly successful and levitated the magazine high above its imitators. Kerekes developed Critical Visions into a separate imprint, a branch of Headpress that would release stand-alone titles that were separate books in their own right. Titles such as Killer Komix, which was a collection of comics based on true crime figures were initially slow to sell, but as Headpress and its imprint continued, its identity strengthened and the fan-base grew, proving a diehard audience existed.


Recently there has been a newly vamped website and a new imprint called Diagonal that will be horror fiction, or as Kerekes wryly points out, “speculative fiction is the buzz word. Again it’s a catch-all people like to have.” Headpress though, has remained faithful in spirit. Now in its second decade, the magazine continues to thrive as a bastion of all things depraved, sordid and just plainly odd without ever ‘selling out.’Kerekes is certainly bouyant about the future too. In a world where magazine titles come and go, by continuing to re-invent itself, Headpress and its empire will surely remain.

Interestingly, both of the Boston area Banksy pieces are on Essex St:


F̶O̶L̶L̶O̶W̶ ̶Y̶O̶U̶R̶ ̶D̶R̶E̶A̶M̶S̶ CANCELLED (aka chimney sweep) in Chinatown, Boston

NO LOITRIN in Central Square, Cambridge.


Does that mean anything? It looks like he favors Essex named streets & roads when he can. In 2008, he did another notable Essex work in London, for example, and posters on the Banksy Forums picked up & discussed on the Essex link as well.


Is there an Essex Street in any of the other nearby towns? It looks like there are several: Brookline, Charlestown, Chelsea, Gloucester, Haverhill, Lawrence, Lynn, Medford, Melrose, Quincy, Revere, Salem, Saugus, Somerville, Swampscott, and Waltham. Most of these seem improbable to me, other than maybe Brookline, or maybe Somerville or Charlestown. But they start getting pretty suburban after that.


But, again, why "Essex"? In a comment on this photo, Birbeck helps clarify:


I can only surmise that he's having a 'dig' at Essex UK, especially with the misspelling of 'Loitering'. Here, the general view of the urban districts in Essex: working class but with right wing views; that they're not the most intellectual bunch; rather obsessed with fashion (well, their idea of it); their place of worship is the shopping mall; enjoy rowdy nights out; girls are thought of as being dumb, fake blonde hair/tans and promiscuous; and guys are good at the 'chit chat', and swagger around showing off their dosh (money).


It was also the region that once had Europe's largest Ford motor factory. In its heyday, 1 in 3 British cars were made in Dagenham, Essex. Pay was good for such unskilled labour, generations worked mind-numbing routines on assembly lines for 80 years. In 2002 the recession ended the dream.


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This photo appeared on Grafitti - A arte das ruas on Yahoo Meme. Yes, Yahoo has a Tumblr/Posterous-esque "Meme" service now -- I was as surprised as you are.


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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia



Birth name




1974 or 1975 (1974 or 1975), Bristol, UK[1]







Street Art

Bristol underground scene













Naked Man Image

One Nation Under CCTV

Anarchist Rat

Ozone's Angel

Pulp Fiction


Banksy is a pseudonymous[2][3][4] British graffiti artist. He is believed to be a native of Yate, South Gloucestershire, near Bristol[2] and to have been born in 1974,[5] but his identity is unknown.[6] According to Tristan Manco[who?], Banksy "was born in 1974 and raised in Bristol, England. The son of a photocopier technician, he trained as a butcher but became involved in graffiti during the great Bristol aerosol boom of the late 1980s."[7] His artworks are often satirical pieces of art on topics such as politics, culture, and ethics. His street art, which combines graffiti writing with a distinctive stencilling technique, is similar to Blek le Rat, who began to work with stencils in 1981 in Paris and members of the anarcho-punk band Crass who maintained a graffiti stencil campaign on the London Tube System in the late 1970s and early 1980s. His art has appeared in cities around the world.[8] Banksy's work was born out of the Bristol underground scene which involved collaborations between artists and musicians.


Banksy does not sell photos of street graffiti.[9] Art auctioneers have been known to attempt to sell his street art on location and leave the problem of its removal in the hands of the winning bidder.[10]


Banksy's first film, Exit Through The Gift Shop, billed as "the world's first street art disaster movie", made its debut at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival.[11] The film was released in the UK on March 5.[12]




1 Career

•• 1.1 2000

•• 1.2 2002

•• 1.3 2003

•• 1.4 2004

•• 1.5 2005

•• 1.6 2006

•• 1.7 2007

•• 1.8 2008

•• 1.9 2009

•• 1.10 2010

2 Notable art pieces

3 Technique

4 Identity

5 Controversy

6 Bibliography

7 References

8 External links




Banksy started as a freehand graffiti artist 1992–1994[14] as one of Bristol's DryBreadZ Crew (DBZ), with Kato and Tes.[15] He was inspired by local artists and his work was part of the larger Bristol underground scene. From the start he used stencils as elements of his freehand pieces, too.[14] By 2000 he had turned to the art of stencilling after realising how much less time it took to complete a piece. He claims he changed to stencilling whilst he was hiding from the police under a train carriage, when he noticed the stencilled serial number[16] and by employing this technique, he soon became more widely noticed for his art around Bristol and London.[16]


Stencil on the waterline of The Thekla, an entertainment boat in central Bristol - (wider view). The image of Death is based on a 19th century etching illustrating the pestilence of The Great Stink.[17]


Banksy's stencils feature striking and humorous images occasionally combined with slogans. The message is usually anti-war, anti-capitalist or anti-establishment. Subjects often include rats, monkeys, policemen, soldiers, children, and the elderly.


In late 2001, on a trip to Sydney and Melbourne, Australia, he met up with the Gen-X pastellist, visual activist, and recluse James DeWeaver in Byron Bay[clarification needed], where he stencilled a parachuting rat with a clothes peg on its nose above a toilet at the Arts Factory Lodge. This stencil can no longer be located. He also makes stickers (the Neighbourhood Watch subvert) and sculpture (the murdered phone-box), and was responsible for the cover art of Blur's 2003 album Think Tank.




The album cover for Monk & Canatella's Do Community Service was conceived and illustrated by Banksy, based on his contribution to the "Walls on fire" event in Bristol 1998.[18][citation needed]




On 19 July 2002, Banksy's first Los Angeles exhibition debuted at 33 1/3 Gallery, a small Silverlake venue owned by Frank Sosa. The exhibition, entitled Existencilism, was curated by 33 1/3 Gallery, Malathion, Funk Lazy Promotions, and B+.[19]




In 2003 in an exhibition called Turf War, held in a warehouse, Banksy painted on animals. Although the RSPCA declared the conditions suitable, an animal rights activist chained herself to the railings in protest.[20] He later moved on to producing subverted paintings; one example is Monet's Water Lily Pond, adapted to include urban detritus such as litter and a shopping trolley floating in its reflective waters; another is Edward Hopper's Nighthawks, redrawn to show that the characters are looking at a British football hooligan, dressed only in his Union Flag underpants, who has just thrown an object through the glass window of the cafe. These oil paintings were shown at a twelve-day exhibition in Westbourne Grove, London in 2005.[21]




In August 2004, Banksy produced a quantity of spoof British £10 notes substituting the picture of the Queen's head with Princess Diana's head and changing the text "Bank of England" to "Banksy of England." Someone threw a large wad of these into a crowd at Notting Hill Carnival that year, which some recipients then tried to spend in local shops. These notes were also given with invitations to a Santa's Ghetto exhibition by Pictures on Walls. The individual notes have since been selling on eBay for about £200 each. A wad of the notes were also thrown over a fence and into the crowd near the NME signing tent at The Reading Festival. A limited run of 50 signed posters containing ten uncut notes were also produced and sold by Pictures on Walls for £100 each to commemorate the death of Princess Diana. One of these sold in October 2007 at Bonhams auction house in London for £24,000.




In August 2005, Banksy, on a trip to the Palestinian territories, created nine images on Israel's highly controversial West Bank barrier. He reportedly said "The Israeli government is building a wall surrounding the occupied Palestinian territories. It stands three times the height of the Berlin Wall and will eventually run for over 700km—the distance from London to Zurich. "[22]




• Banksy held an exhibition called Barely Legal, billed as a "three day vandalised warehouse extravaganza" in Los Angeles, on the weekend of 16 September. The exhibition featured a live "elephant in a room", painted in a pink and gold floral wallpaper pattern.[23]

• After Christina Aguilera bought an original of Queen Victoria as a lesbian and two prints for £25,000,[24] on 19 October 2006 a set of Kate Moss paintings sold in Sotheby's London for £50,400, setting an auction record for Banksy's work. The six silk-screen prints, featuring the model painted in the style of Andy Warhol's Marilyn Monroe pictures, sold for five times their estimated value. His stencil of a green Mona Lisa with real paint dripping from her eyes sold for £57,600 at the same auction.[25]

• In December, journalist Max Foster coined the phrase, "the Banksy Effect", to illustrate how interest in other street artists was growing on the back of Banksy's success.[26]




• On 21 February 2007, Sotheby's auction house in London auctioned three works, reaching the highest ever price for a Banksy work at auction: over £102,000 for his Bombing Middle England. Two of his other graffiti works, Balloon Girl and Bomb Hugger, sold for £37,200 and £31,200 respectively, which were well above their estimated prices.[27] The following day's auction saw a further three Banksy works reach soaring prices: Ballerina With Action Man Parts reached £96,000; Glory sold for £72,000; Untitled (2004) sold for £33,600; all significantly above estimated values.[28] To coincide with the second day of auctions, Banksy updated his website with a new image of an auction house scene showing people bidding on a picture that said, "I Can't Believe You Morons Actually Buy This Shit."[6]

• In February 2007, the owners of a house with a Banksy mural on the side in Bristol decided to sell the house through Red Propeller art gallery after offers fell through because the prospective buyers wanted to remove the mural. It is listed as a mural which comes with a house attached.[29]

• In April 2007, Transport for London painted over Banksy's iconic image of a scene from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction, with Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta clutching bananas instead of guns. Although the image was very popular, Transport for London claimed that the "graffiti" created "a general atmosphere of neglect and social decay which in turn encourages crime" and their staff are "professional cleaners not professional art critics".[30] Banksy tagged the same site again (pictured at right). This time the actors were portrayed as holding real guns instead of bananas, but they were adorned with banana costumes. Banksy made a tribute art piece over this second Pulp Fiction piece. The tribute was for 19-year-old British graffiti artist Ozone, who was hit by an underground train in Barking, East London, along with fellow artist Wants, on 12 January 2007.[31] The piece was of an angel wearing a bullet-proof vest, holding a skull. He also wrote a note on his website, saying:


The last time I hit this spot I painted a crap picture of two men in banana costumes waving hand guns. A few weeks later a writer called Ozone completely dogged it and then wrote 'If it's better next time I'll leave it' in the bottom corner. When we lost Ozone we lost a fearless graffiti writer and as it turns out a pretty perceptive art critic. Ozone - rest in peace.[citation needed]


Ozone's Angel


• On 27 April 2007, a new record high for the sale of Banksy's work was set with the auction of the work Space Girl & Bird fetching £288,000 (US$576,000), around 20 times the estimate at Bonhams of London.[32]

• On 21 May 2007 Banksy gained the award for Art's Greatest living Briton. Banksy, as expected, did not turn up to collect his award, and continued with his notoriously anonymous status.

• On 4 June 2007, it was reported that Banksy's The Drinker had been stolen.[33][34]

• In October 2007, most of his works offered for sale at Bonhams auction house in London sold for more than twice their reserve price.[35]


• Banksy has published a "manifesto" on his website.[36] The text of the manifesto is credited as the diary entry of one Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin, DSO, which is exhibited in the Imperial War Museum. It describes how a shipment of lipstick to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp immediately after its liberation at the end of World War II helped the internees regain their humanity. However, as of 18 January 2008, Banksy's Manifesto has been substituted with Graffiti Heroes #03 that describes Peter Chappell's graffiti quest of the 1970s that worked to free George Davis of his imprisonment.[37] By 12 August 2009 he was relying on Emo Phillips' "When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and prayed for forgiveness."

• A small number of Banksy's works can be seen in the movie Children of Men, including a stenciled image of two policemen kissing and another stencil of a child looking down a shop.

• In the 2007 film Shoot 'Em Up starring Clive Owen, Banksy's tag can be seen on a dumpster in the film's credits.

• Banksy, who deals mostly with Lazarides Gallery in London, claims that the exhibition at Vanina Holasek Gallery in New York (his first major exhibition in that city) is unauthorised. The exhibition featured 62 of his paintings and prints.[38]




• In March, a stencilled graffiti work appeared on Thames Water tower in the middle of the Holland Park roundabout, and it was widely attributed to Banksy. It was of a child painting the tag "Take this Society" in bright orange. London Borough of Hammersmith and Fulham spokesman, Councillor Greg Smith branded the art as vandalism, and ordered its immediate removal, which was carried out by H&F council workmen within three days.[39]

• Over the weekend 3–5 May in London, Banksy hosted an exhibition called The Cans Festival. It was situated on Leake Street, a road tunnel formerly used by Eurostar underneath London Waterloo station. Graffiti artists with stencils were invited to join in and paint their own artwork, as long as it didn't cover anyone else's.[40] Artists included Blek le Rat, Broken Crow, C215, Cartrain, Dolk, Dotmasters, J.Glover, Eine, Eelus, Hero, Pure evil, Jef Aérosol, Mr Brainwash, Tom Civil and Roadsworth.[citation needed]

• In late August 2008, marking the third anniversary of Hurricane Katrina and the associated levee failure disaster, Banksy produced a series of works in New Orleans, Louisiana, mostly on buildings derelict since the disaster.[41]

• A stencil painting attributed to Banksy appeared at a vacant petrol station in the Ensley neighbourhood of Birmingham, Alabama on 29 August as Hurricane Gustav approached the New Orleans area. The painting depicting a hooded member of the Ku Klux Klan hanging from a noose was quickly covered with black spray paint and later removed altogether.[42]

• His first official exhibition in New York, the "Village Pet Store And Charcoal Grill," opened 5 October 2008. The animatronic pets in the store window include a mother hen watching over her baby Chicken McNuggets as they peck at a barbecue sauce packet, and a rabbit putting makeup on in a mirror.[43]

• The Westminster City Council stated in October 2008 that the work "One Nation Under CCTV", painted in April 2008 will be painted over as it is graffiti. The council says it will remove any graffiti, regardless of the reputation of its creator, and specifically stated that Banksy "has no more right to paint graffiti than a child". Robert Davis, the chairman of the council planning committee told The Times newspaper: "If we condone this then we might as well say that any kid with a spray can is producing art". [44] The work was painted over in April 2009.

• In December 2008, The Little Diver, a Banksy image of a diver in a duffle coat in Melbourne Australia was vandalised. The image was protected by a sheet of clear perspex, however silver paint was poured behind the protective sheet and later tagged with the words "Banksy woz ere". The image was almost completely destroyed.[45].




• May 2009, parts company with agent Steve Lazarides. Announces Pest Control [46] the handling service who act on his behalf will be the only point of sale for new works.

• On 13 June 2009, the Banksy UK Summer show opened at Bristol City Museum and Art Gallery, featuring more than 100 works of art, including animatronics and installations; it is his largest exhibition yet, featuring 78 new works.[47][48] Reaction to the show was positive, with over 8,500 visitors to the show on the first weekend.[49] Over the course of the twelve weeks, the exhibition has been visited over 300,000 times.[50]

• In September 2009, a Banksy work parodying the Royal Family was partially destroyed by Hackney Council after they served an enforcement notice for graffiti removal to the former address of the property owner. The mural had been commissioned for the 2003 Blur single "Crazy Beat" and the property owner, who had allowed the piece to be painted, was reported to have been in tears when she saw it was being painted over.[51]

• In December 2009, Banksy marked the end of the 2009 United Nations Climate Change Conference by painting four murals on global warming. One included "I don't believe in global warming" which was submerged in water.[52]




• The world premiere of the film Exit Through the Gift Shop occurred at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah, on 24 January. He created 10 street pieces around Park City and Salt Lake City to tie in with the screening.[53]

• In February, The Whitehouse public house in Liverpool, England, is sold for £114,000 at auction.[54] The side of the building has an image of a giant rat by Banksy.[55]

• In April 2010, Melbourne City Council in Australia reported that they had inadvertently ordered private contractors to paint over the last remaining Banksy art in the city. The image was of a rat descending in a parachute adorning the wall of an old council building behind the Forum Theatre. In 2008 Vandals had poured paint over a stencil of an old-fashioned diver wearing a trenchcoat. A council spokeswoman has said they would now rush through retrospective permits to protect other “famous or significant artworks” in the city.[56]

• In April 2010 to coincide with the premier of Exit through the Gift Shop in San Francisco, 5 of his pieces appeared in various parts of the city.[57] Banksy reportedly paid a Chinatown building owner $50 for the use of their wall for one of his stencils.[58]

• In May 2010 to coincide with the release of "Exit Through the Gift Shop" in Chicago, one piece appeared in the city.


Notable art pieces


In addition to his artwork, Banksy has claimed responsibility for a number of high profile art pieces, including the following:


• At London Zoo, he climbed into the penguin enclosure and painted "We're bored of fish" in seven foot high letters.[59]

• At Bristol Zoo, he left the message 'I want out. This place is too cold. Keeper smells. Boring, boring, boring.' in the elephant enclosure.[60]

• In March 2005, he placed subverted artworks in the Museum of Modern Art, Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Brooklyn Museum, and the American Museum of Natural History in New York.[61]

• He put up a subverted painting in London's Tate Britain gallery.

• In May 2005 Banksy's version of a primitive cave painting depicting a human figure hunting wildlife whilst pushing a shopping trolley was hung in gallery 49 of the British Museum, London. Upon discovery, they added it to their permanent collection.[62]


Near Bethlehem - 2005


• Banksy has sprayed "This is not a photo opportunity" on certain photograph spots.

• In August 2005, Banksy painted nine images on the Israeli West Bank barrier, including an image of a ladder going up and over the wall and an image of children digging a hole through the wall.[22][63][64][65]


See also: Other Banksy works on the Israeli West Bank barrier


• In April 2006, Banksy created a sculpture based on a crumpled red phone box with a pickaxe in its side, apparently bleeding, and placed it in a street in Soho, London. It was later removed by Westminster Council. BT released a press release, which said: "This is a stunning visual comment on BT's transformation from an old-fashioned telecommunications company into a modern communications services provider."[66]

• In June 2006, Banksy created an image of a naked man hanging out of a bedroom window on a wall visible from Park Street in central Bristol. The image sparked some controversy, with the Bristol City Council leaving it up to the public to decide whether it should stay or go.[67] After an internet discussion in which 97% (all but 6 people) supported the stencil, the city council decided it would be left on the building.[67] The mural was later defaced with paint.[67]

• In August/September 2006, Banksy replaced up to 500 copies of Paris Hilton's debut CD, Paris, in 48 different UK record stores with his own cover art and remixes by Danger Mouse. Music tracks were given titles such as "Why am I Famous?", "What Have I Done?" and "What Am I For?". Several copies of the CD were purchased by the public before stores were able to remove them, some going on to be sold for as much as £750 on online auction websites such as eBay. The cover art depicted Paris Hilton digitally altered to appear topless. Other pictures feature her with a dog's head replacing her own, and one of her stepping out of a luxury car, edited to include a group of homeless people, which included the caption "90% of success is just showing up".[68][69][70]

• In September 2006, Banksy dressed an inflatable doll in the manner of a Guantanamo Bay detainment camp prisoner (orange jumpsuit, black hood, and handcuffs) and then placed the figure within the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at the Disneyland theme park in Anaheim, California.[71][72]




Asked about his technique, Banksy said:


“I use whatever it takes. Sometimes that just means drawing a moustache on a girl's face on some billboard, sometimes that means sweating for days over an intricate drawing. Efficiency is the key.[73]


Stencils are traditionally hand drawn or printed onto sheets of acetate or card, before being cut out by hand. Because of the secretive nature of Banksy's work and identity, it is uncertain what techniques he uses to generate the images in his stencils, though it is assumed he uses computers for some images due to the photocopy nature of much of his work.


He mentions in his book, Wall and Piece, that as he was starting to do graffiti, he was always too slow and was either caught or could never finish the art in the one sitting. So he devised a series of intricate stencils to minimise time and overlapping of the colour.




Banksy's real name has been widely reported to be Robert or Robin Banks.[74][75][76] His year of birth has been given as 1974.[62]


Simon Hattenstone from Guardian Unlimited is one of the very few people to have interviewed him face-to-face. Hattenstone describes him as "a cross of Jimmy Nail and British rapper Mike Skinner" and "a 28 year old male who showed up wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a silver tooth, silver chain, and one silver earring".[77] In the same interview, Banksy revealed that his parents think their son is a painter and decorator.[77]


In May 2007, an extensive article written by Lauren Collins of the New Yorker re-opened the Banksy-identity controversy citing a 2004 photograph of the artist that was taken in Jamaica during the Two-Culture Clash project and later published in the Evening Standard in 2004.[6]


In October 2007, a story on the BBC website featured a photo allegedly taken by a passer-by in Bethnal Green, London, purporting to show Banksy at work with an assistant, scaffolding and a truck. The story confirms that Tower Hamlets Council in London has decided to treat all Banksy works as vandalism and remove them.[78]


In July 2008, it was claimed by The Mail on Sunday that Banksy's real name is Robin Gunningham.[3][79] His agent has refused to confirm or deny these reports.


In May 2009, the Mail on Sunday once again speculated about Gunningham being Banksy after a "self-portrait" of a rat holding a sign with the word "Gunningham" shot on it was photographed in East London.[80] This "new Banksy rat" story was also picked up by The Times[81] and the Evening Standard.


Banksy, himself, states on his website:


“I am unable to comment on who may or may not be Banksy, but anyone described as being 'good at drawing' doesn't sound like Banksy to me.[82]




In 2004, Banksy walked into the Louvre in Paris and hung on a wall a picture he had painted resembling the Mona Lisa but with a yellow smiley face. Though the painting was hurriedly removed by the museum staff, it and its counterpart, temporarily on unknown display at the Tate Britain, were described by Banksy as "shortcuts". He is quoted as saying:


“To actually [have to] go through the process of having a painting selected must be quite boring. It's a lot more fun to go and put your own one up.[83]


Peter Gibson, a spokesperson for Keep Britain Tidy, asserts that Banksy's work is simple vandalism,[84] and Diane Shakespeare, an official for the same organization, was quoted as saying: "We are concerned that Banksy's street art glorifies what is essentially vandalism".[6]


In June 2007 Banksy created a circle of plastic portable toilets, said to resemble Stonehenge at the Glastonbury Festival. As this was in the same field as the "sacred circle" it was felt by many to be inappropriate and his installation was itself vandalized before the festival even opened. However, the intention had always been for people to climb on and interact with it.[citation needed] The installation was nicknamed "Portaloo Sunset" and "Bog Henge" by Festival goers. Michael Eavis admitted he wasn't fond of it, and the portaloos were removed before the 2008 festival.


In 2010, an artistic feud developed between Banksy and his rival King Robbo after Banksy painted over a 24-year old Robbo piece on the banks of London's Regent Canal. In retaliation several Banksy pieces in London have been painted over by 'Team Robbo'.[85][86]


Also in 2010, government workers accidentally painted over a Banksy art piece, a famed "parachuting-rat" stencil, in Australia's Melbourne CBD. [87]




Banksy has self-published several books that contain photographs of his work in various countries as well as some of his canvas work and exhibitions, accompanied by his own writings:


• Banksy, Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall (2001) ISBN 978-0-95417040-0

• Banksy, Existencilism (2002) ISBN 978-0-95417041-7

• Banksy, Cut it Out (2004) ISBN 978-0-95449600-5

• Banksy, Wall and Piece (2005) ISBN 978-1-84413786-2

• Banksy, Pictures of Walls (2005) ISBN 978-0-95519460-3


Random House published Wall and Piece in 2005. It contains a combination of images from his three previous books, as well as some new material.[16]


Two books authored by others on his work were published in 2006 & 2007:


• Martin Bull, Banksy Locations and Tours: A Collection of Graffiti Locations and Photographs in London (2006 - with new editions in 2007 and 2008) ISBN 978-0-95547120-9.

• Steve Wright, Banksy's Bristol: Home Sweet Home (2007) ISBN 978-1906477004


External links


Official website

Banksy street work photos

Born in Helsinki, Finland 1976 | Lives and works in Toledo, Spain


"Riiko Sakkinen is the founder of Turbo Realism, a 21st century art movement that depicts globalized capitalism with mocking verisimilitude. He composes drawings, paintings, murals, slideshows, installations and interventions that comment on consumer culture, from fast-food to prostitution, from hypermarkets to drug cartels. He believes in Pablo Picasso’s dictum, “the art is not made to decorate rooms. It is an offensive weapon in the defence against the enemy”.


After graduating from the Finnish Academy of Fine Arts in 2002, Sakkinen moved to Spain, where he still lives and works. Sakkinen’s works have been exhibited widely around the world in galleries and museums, such as the Museum of Modern Art in New York, Camden Arts Centre in London and Kiasma Museum of Contemporary Art in Helsinki. His works are included in the permanent collections of several museums, including The Museum of Modern Art in New York."




By Jani Leinonen


I was 19 when I read from a newspaper in Helsinki that an art student had fooled a journalist from that same newspaper by impersonating the world-famous artist Tal R in a press conference. The newspaper attacked the student with all its literary power and told the readers how morally wrong it was to cheat and lie. The student had with a simple, almost silly, act undermined the authority of Finland's biggest newspaper. The control and power of the huge media house was stolen and put it in the hands of a young and prudent student. That student was Riiko Sakkinen.


Even though Riiko will never agree with me, his whole artistic strategy was defined in that one simple gesture of identity theft. Like Andy Warhol, Sakkinen steals images from contemporary super and hypermarkets, advertisements of all sorts and the overwhelming stream of media imagery. But, unlike Warhol, there seems to be nothing random about Sakkinen’s art. Every detail of his images is full of geopolitical, sociological and ideological meaning. Meaning that is not given by the artist but rather revealed by him. With these revelations Sakkinen unveils capitalist conspiracies and ideological warfare of everyday and in trivial consumer products and markets from döner kebab to AK-47 assault rifles, prostitution to Hello Kitty bags and Don Limpio washing powder. Sakkinen makes our daily loaf of bread an amazing adventure into the world of hidden meanings, corporate politics and personal stories of an illegal Nigerian immigrant harvesting the oats in Spanish farm of a multinational food corporation.


However, one thing troubles me with Sakkinen´s work. His art does not follow the commercial logic all the way to the level of his explicit model products. A true product reveals everything and more about itself. Cereal boxes contain not just nutritional facts, but explicit lists of all ingredients, calories, sugars, fats and even all the unhealthy additives. They also include even more, super, tasty, crunchy, frosted, winning promises of taste, health and happiness. Before talking to Riiko Sakkinen and visiting his website I only knew a fraction of how much each work of his can offer me. I did not know how much each of them contains secret knowledge. Knowledge that is integral to consumers, or citizens, like us understanding the world around us.


Every single one of his drawings tell me about the world that is hidden beneath the one in which we live our everyday lives. Behind the facades of Freedom, Affluence, Security and Happiness. When I studied together with Riiko in art school, while the rest of us were reading porn magazines hidden between the Communist Manifesto, Sakkinen was reading Communist Manifesto inside a porn magazine. That was Riiko´s facade.


Jani Leinonen is a visual artist living in Helsinki. He studied in the Finnish Academy of Fine Arts together with Riiko Sakkinen and they have since then collaborated in several projects including the exhibition "Jani and Riiko's Free World" at Amos Anderson Art Museum, Helsinki, in 2009.


Originally published in the catalog "Riiko Sakkinen Image Club", 2010.


Dilmun is associated with ancient sites on the islands of Bahrain in the Persian Gulf, the Cradle of Civilization.


Dilmun (sometimes transliterated Telmun) is associated with ancient sites on the islands of Bahrain in the Persian Gulf. Because of its location along the sea trade routes linking Mesopotamia with the Indus Valley Civilization, Dilmun developed in the Bronze Age, from ca. 3000 BC, into one of the greatest entrepots of trade of the ancient world.


There is both literary and archaeological evidence for the trade between Mesopotamia and the Indus Valley (probably correctly identified with the land called Meluhha in Akkadian). Impressions of clay seals from the Indus Valley city of Harappa were evidently used to seal bundles of merchandise, as clay seal impressions with cord or sack marks on the reverse side testify.


A number of these Indus Valley seals have turned up at Ur and other Mesopotamian sites. "Persian Gulf" types of circular stamped rather than rolled seals, known from Dilmun, that appear at Lothal in Gujarat, India, and Faylahkah, as well as in Mesopotamia, are convincing corroboration of the long-distance sea trade. What the commerce consisted of is less sure: timber and precious woods, ivory, lapis lazuli, gold, and luxury goods such as carnelian and glazed stone beads, pearls from the Persian Gulf, shell and bone inlays, were among the goods sent to Mesopotamia in exchange for silver, tin, woolen textiles, olive oil and grains. Copper ingots, certainly, bitumen, which occurred naturally in Mesopotamia, may have been exchanged for cotton textiles and domestic fowl, major products of the Indus region that are not native to Mesopotamia - all these have been instanced.


Mesopotamian trade documents, lists of goods, and official inscriptions mentioning Meluhha supplement Harappan seals and archaeological finds. Literary references to Meluhhan trade date from the Akkadian, the Third Dynasty of Ur, and Isin - Larsa Periods (ca. 2350 - 1800 BC), but the trade probably started in the Early Dynastic Period (ca. 2600 BC). Some Meluhhan vessels may have sailed directly to Mesopotamian ports, but by the Isin - Larsa Period, Dilmun monopolized the trade. By the subsequent Old Babylonian period, trade between the two cultures evidently had ceased entirely.


The Bahrain National Museum assesses that its "Golden Age" lasted ca. 2200 - 1600 BC. Its decline dates from the time the Indus Valley civilization suddenly and mysteriously collapsed, in the middle of the 2nd millennium BC. This would of course have stripped Dilmun of its importance as a trading center between Mesopotamia and India. The decay of the great sea trade with the east may have affected the power shift northwards observed in Mesopotamia itself.


Evidence about Neolithic human cultures in Dilmun comes from flint tools and weapons. From later periods, cuneiform tablets, cylinder seals, pottery and even correspondence between rulers throw light on Dilmun. Written records mentioning the archipelago exist in Sumerian, Akkadian, Persian, Greek, and Latin sources.

Dilmun, sometimes described as "the place where the sun rises" and "the Land of the Living" is the scene of a Sumerian creation myth and the place where the deified Sumerian hero of the flood, Ziusudra (Utnapishtim), was taken by the gods to live for ever.

There is mention of Dilmun as a vassal of Assyria in the 8th century BC and by about 600 BC, it had been fully incorporated into the Neo-Babylonian Empire. Dilmun then falls into deep eclipse marked by the decline of the copper trade, so long controlled by Dilmun, and the switch to a less important role in the new trade of frankincense and spices. The discovery of an impressive palace at the Ras al Qalah site in Bahrain is promising to increase knowledge of this late period.


Otherwise, there is virtually no information until the passage of Nearchus, the admiral in charge of Alexander the Great's fleet on the return from the Indus Valley. Nearchus kept to the Iranian coast of the Gulf, however, and cannot have stopped at Dilmun. Nearchus established a colony on the island of Falaika off the coast of Kuwait in the late 4th century BC, and explored the Gulf perhaps least as far south as Dilmun/Bahrain.

From the time of Nearchus until the coming of Islam in the 7th century AD Dilmun/Bahrain was known by its Greek name of Tylos. The political history for this period is little known, but Tylos was at one point part of the Seleucid Empire, and of Characene and perhaps part of the Parthian Empire. Shapur II annexed it, together with eastern Arabia, into the Persian Sassanian empire in the 4th century.


Unlike Egyptian and Mesopotamian tablets and cylinders, the Dilmun legacy has been discovered on circular seals. The primitive forms of images carved on the seal indicate they were used as charms or talisman. Carved on wood, soapstone shells or metal, these images clearly define a complex society. Temples in the center of the agrarian village, towns, city-states, religious, and economic cultural life. All facets of the emergence of an evolutionary society are reflected in the inscriptions about the seals.


Impressions found on pottery and property is a probable usage of the seals. Burying them with the dead was probably to avoid misuse. Tiny fragments found impressed, suggest identifying property. Clearly there was an intrinsic value; each seal tells a story, has an identity.


Seals depict Enki, God of wisdom and sweet water. Gilgamesh as a massive and heroic figure, the 'Bull of heaven' hat. Ladies of the mountains 'Inanas' servants wearing her triangle signs depicting space for her power. 'Nana' is the moon god who was also named 'sin'. Symbol was the bull of heaven head. Inana, goddess of immortality.

From the dreams of Gilgamesh, to the philosophy of life. Seals depicting a harmonious life with nature and god are painted here in the colors and form I hope you enjoy. The colors naturally excite and stimulate, often sexually. Indisputably the ancient myths of immortality and resurrection influenced Dilmun beliefs and are abundantly supported in the seal designs, represented by gods of the sun and moon.

The Mesopotamian texts described Tilmun as situated at the 'mouth' of two bodies of water. The Sinai peninsula, shaped as an inverted triangle indeed begins where the Red Sea separates into two arms - the gulf of Suez on the west, and the Gulf of Elat (Gulf of Aqaba) on the east.


The texts spoke of mountainous Tilmun. The Sinai peninsula is indeed made up of a high mountainous southern part, a mountainous central plateau, and a northern plain (surrounded by mountains), which levels off via sandy hills to the Mediterranean coastline. Sargon of Akkad claimed that he reached as 'washed his weapons' in the Mediterranean; 'the sea lands' - the lands along the Mediterranean coast - 'three times I encircled; Tilmun my hand captured'. Sargon II, king of Assyria in the eighth century BC, asserted that he had conquered the area stretching 'from Bit-Yahkin on the shore of the salt Sea as far as the border of Tilmun'. The name 'Salt Sea' has survived to this day as a Hebrew name for the Dead Sea - another confirmation that Tilmun lay in proximity to the Dead Sea.


The cradle of civilization is sometimes referenced by the name Dilmun, or Tilmun. Here, it was said, the god Ea and his wife were placed to institute 'a sinless age of complete happiness'.


Here too animals lived in peace and harmony, man had no rival and the god Enlil `in one tongue gave praise'. It is also described as a pure, clean and `bright' `abode of the immortals' where death, disease and sorrow are unknown and some mortals have been given `life like a god', words reminiscent of the Airyana Vaejah, the realm of the immortals in Iranian myth and legend, and the Eden of Hebraic tradition


Although Dilmun is equated by most scholars with the island of Bahrain in the Persian Gulf, there is evidence to suggest that a much earlier mythical Dilmun was located in a mountainous region beyond the plains of Sumer.


But where exactly was it located Mesopotamian inscriptions do not say; however, the Zoroastrian Bundahishn text and the Christian records of Arbela in Iraqi Kurdistan both refer to a location named Dilamƒn as having existed around the head waters of the Tigris, south-west of Lake Van - the very area in which the biblical Eden is said to have been located.


Furthermore, Ea (the Akkadian Enki) was said to have presided over the concourse of Mesopotamia's two greatest rivers - the Tigris and Euphrates - which are shown in depictions as flowing from each of his shoulders.


This would have undoubtedly have meant that the head-waters, or sources, of these rivers would have been looked upon as sacred to Ea by the cultures of Mesopotamia's Fertile Crescent.


- Zecharia Sitchin The Stairway to Heaven


Dilmun was allegedly a magical land, the birthplace of the gods and the place where the arts of civilization where said first to have been transmitted to men. It was the subject of many legends told by the Sumerians, the people of southern Iraq; it was famed as a land where death and disease were unknown and men and animals lived at peace together.


It was the home of the Sumerian king who was the origin of the myth of Noah, the immortal survivor of the Great Flood, a story retold in the Qu'ran and the Bible.


The first great hero of world literature, Gilgamesh the king of Uruk, journeyed to Dilmun in search of the secret of eternal youth.


He found it deep in the waters of the Persian Gulf, off Bahrain, but lost it when the flower which restored the youth of those who sought it, was stolen by a snake, lurking in a pool as Gilgamesh returned to his kingdom; this is the reason why the snake sloughs his skin.


Symbolism - All is Myth and Metaphor in our reality


* water: flow of consciousness - creation

* restore to youth: move out of the physical body and return to higher frequency forms of sound, light, and color

* snake: DNA - the human bio-genetic experiment in time and emotion

* kingdom - Leo - Lion - King - Omega - closure


Dilmun was also the center of the most important trade routes of the third and second millennia BC. The most important commodity was copper for which Dilmun was famous and the dates for which Bahrain was always celebrated, from ancient times until the present day.


Because Dilmun was so sacred a land, there were many temples built there, the impressive remains of which can be seen today. The largest and most splendid temple surviving in Western Asia is at Barbar on Bahrain's northern shore.


The most famous of all Bahrain's rich archaeological heritage are the 200,000 grave mounds which are a feature of the landscape in the northern half of the island and which, by their size and quality of construction, show how prosperous Bahrain must have been in ancient times.


Dilmun continued to be the most important center of trade in the Gulf region throughout its history.


After the Sumerians, the Babylonians, Assyrians, even the Greeks, settled on the islands, because of their strategic importance in the movement of merchandise, north and south, east and west, by sea and by the land routes to which the seas gave access.


The records of their diplomatic relations with the kings of Dilmun, some of whose names are known from the records, testify to the importance of the islands throughout antiquity.


All left evidence of their presence, preserved today in the Bahrain National Museum and in the immense archaeological sites in which Bahrain is particularly rich.


Bahrain is an open-air treasure house of the past, a unique heritage from the earliest times when men first began to keep records of their hopes, fears and achievements.


It is the contemporary of ancient Egypt with Sumer and the peoples who succeeded them, of the great cities of the Indus Valley.





My honourable outlaws, do you think your malfeasance can escape justice? When you loot and steal packets of Haribo, do you think you can run away from the arms of law? Nay, don't be stupid. Fear me, I am the Judge, the Jury and the Executioner. I will bring you down to your rightful punishment with my kinky leather strap.


How to judge, jury and execute


1. Fashion a smashing leather strap


2. Make an awesome mask to conceal your identity


3. Do not confuse your mask with gimp masks, but be inspired by the elements of pain


4. Wield a large axe or sword


5. Catch filthy criminals from the street, like looting cats or foxes who rob your rubbish


6. Bring them to court


7. Present them before a jury made of paper puppets or stuffed animals


8. Try them for their crime


9. Refuse lawyers or advocates, not only because they are lying bastards; these criminals do not deserve the rights, those filthy unholy creatures


10. Control your puppet jury to give you a favourable verdict (to you, of course)


11. Bring those criminals before your knees


12. Finish your job with a lovely blow


This adjudicative advice is brought to you by Linus & The Feel Good Factory.


One of my favorite chapters in the Book of Psalms :


Psalm 91


1 He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.

2 I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

3 Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.

4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.


5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

6 Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.

7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.

8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.

9 Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;


10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.

11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.

12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.

13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.

14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.

15 He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.

16 With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.


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* Paul Begley New Jersey Awards Contract For RFID "666 Mark" To Radiant! ~ You can believe this or not .


Perversion and immorality abides - dark times :

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* The Anti Christ revealed - Bible Prophecy !

My personal belief ,the AntiChrist hasn't been revealed as the falling away hasn't

happened yet or the global need for peace ,perhaps a world war yet to happen.The "falling away" translated to greek means "departure" by which pre-tribulation rapture believing christians do believe it is and not alone attrbuted to people leaving the Christian faith .

Anyway , many speculations abound who the antichrist is.This video is one example ,

perhaps it holds water but AC is yet to be revealed in the future. He may not be as we thought .

I am not looking forward to see the Antichrist - Not in my dreams to be around at that time

to see him reigning in control of the global system . What Bible scholars had seen is the one world

global system as spoken in Revelations and it would not be any coincidence the world condition today

is heading to .Many world leaders are advocating for one world monetary system ,even the Vatican

calling for it.


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* "Belgium Will Become an Islamic State" and who's next ? This is truly a prophetic sign of the times coming to happen when real Christians will get more persecuted and sentenced even to death .

* New Euro Currency Shows Woman Riding the Beast

* Petitions seeking White House approval to ‘secede’ now come from 47 states


* More Layoffs at many companies : cite economy and Obama care as reasons


* We are Preparing for Massive Civil War, Says DHS Informant


* How fraudsters use your Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter pages to build a jigsaw and steal your identity ~ This proves my point .If you ever find me on facebook , I methamorphosed into bearded man in his 60's.


* Google: Surveillance 'is on the rise'


* There Will Be War In The Middle East


* First three Gaza missiles hit Tel Aviv. Israel drafts 30,000 reservists


Israel and Hamas compete for EU sympathy ~ The Bible tells whose side the west will be on . Israel will be left alone soon , in solo to fight the war . God bless Israel and always.


* Over 1.2 million signatures/Obama Supporters call for Arrests/Deportation!!


* 2 rockets explode near Jerusalem


* "BREAKING: Jerusalem Hit By Rocket"

Of those who understand ,please pray for Israel .


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Many of us may think it would not touch us if the middleast burns ,but take note mega inflation will happen ,perhaps will trigger global economic collapse . Can you cycle 60 miles to work 5 x a week when price of oil shoot up sky high ?

You may have resources enough to feed your family but think of others who will not have enough and will starve during the crisis .Have reflection of what is going on in some countries in EU ,example is Greece ,it breaks my heart .When people don't have enough and living for survival - try to figure out great social upheaval / cause and effect , surely will create an increase in criminalities ,lootings ,robberies and all evils,"where love of many will grow cold " as spoken in the Bible . Apart from the imminent nuclear threat ,some countries so involve with middleast affair ,including the country where I live in ,probability we might burn as well .But fear not if you have Yeshua or Jesus .

Hey doom and gloom again , for those critical of my postings and who just want to hear every rosy side of things ,well you have the choice to bury your head in the sand -- but it's rather good to be aware of what is to come and waking up others and as many into awareness than having pleasure of seeing others still sleeping / being caught up by hell of surprise unprepared .If it will not happen soon then many will be relieved but if this things spoken happens sooner ,it's good to be ready at all times .The most significant point is spiritual preparedness above prepping to save our physical bodies. Submitting ones life to Jesus ( no religion involve ) ,having personal relationship with Jesus is our way to eternal salvation .It's asking Jesus to come into our hearts and true repentance of our sins, and we're save in Christ. Jesus died for humanity for everyone to be save,for those who accept Him , the only sacrificial lamb of God to die once and for all .



Location :

Nile River

Luxor ,Egypt ( 2009 )



You can't really see this very well, it just looks like a glittery rock in the photo, but in real life it looks like an entire galaxy is tucked away inside this stone. I forget what it's called, but it stole my breath away when I first saw it. I keep it tucked away in my change purse, which is on me at all times. Sometimes I like to just hold it in my hand while it's in my pocket. It reminds me of how small (and big) I am. Of how big (and small) the universe is. That in the end I am ... simply stardust. It brings thankfulness and wonderment.

When I was little I couldn't say the letter R. If I was born in a country where English would've been my language I might have gotten away with my 'r', but my mouth wasn't that lucky. In Finnish we have to say letter R in a rough way, and it takes time for every kid to learn the letter correctly. If you say it correctly, you say it by tongue and not with your throat or other body part, like cheek, which I used. Most kids learn it until they reach the age of five I think.


For me it took until high school.


Why? Because that's when I finally had a motive. I liked these boys that I had met in an online game, and I didn't want to sound stupid in our meet up. So whenever I was walking our dog and no-one was around, I would say their online game names that included the letter R again and again. But that's not when I learned it. I learned the letter eventually by embarassing myself continuously. How? Well, just by speaking in public. In order to learn the letter I started to include the "correct" way of saying the letter in my daily language. So whenever in school I was talking to my mates or my teachers, I said the clumsy new R, even though I hadn't mastered it. It sounded akward and loud, as if I had put dozen of walnut pieces in my mouth and was spitting them around. But at least I was doing it, I thought.


It worked. Eventually I learned the hard Finnish R. Even though I still can't say some stuff, like letter D and R in row. I hate the word Drama. If I try to say it, I sound like an angry Russian woman who is planning a bloodbath murder.


This little successful event has left an odd pattern in my head. It's actually funny how things still go that way. I stick my head into something that I think will be good for me, I can't do it properly at first and I have to tolerate embarassment from my lousy beginners results. But I have trust that saying yes to things will eventually take me to a better place. I constantly say yes to new things that I have very little real skills for. I'm constantly terrified that I'm not the right person to do stuff, that I will be laughed at and I will not deliver the things others expect of me. But I can tolerate these embarrassment-coloured emotions, because deep in my mind I know that if I keep doing it inspite of these feelings, I may be successful in it one day. Thus I know it can't be as embarassing as learning the letter R in front of the whole school at the age where you're building your identity!


After all, the economics are changing and the world is shifting. We have to take a brave dive and blend in to the change. If we don't, we will just be left behind to the shore barking behind of the ones who took the dive. And our bark will be without the R. It's just bak. And before we notice, the other letters might just disappear too.


This may sound like I'm just trying to say some fairy dust stories or that I'm some kind of career-obsessed person. But to be honest in this analogy I'm thinking about a Finnish photographer who declined the change we are in. He is famous for his attitude, and he will never get another photography gig because of his horrible reputation. He thought the change we are in is the doom of professional photography. He blamed amateur photographers for stealing professional photographer's jobs. He spends his retirement time in the internet leaving negative comments on people's photos. When he taught photography in school, he bragged about the fact that he could make his students cry, while complaining that his students weren't hired for photography jobs. He lost his job and his wife too, and eventually got depressed. In his mind there's only one way of doing photography, and the change we are in can bring nothing good. We amateur photographers are responsible of the suicides of professional photographers, he claims.


My intention isn't to rant about this person, but rather use his story as an example for my analogy to what happens in the worst case when you don't blend in with the change, but rather stay to the beach and bark for the water splashes.


This whole comparison of my letter R and this photographer person may feel weird to you, and you may be right, maybe it's absurd. I can only say that lately I've been thinking about this person while I've had to think my future a lot and there's so many directions things could go. Right now I'm saying yes to every new idea and opportunity, figuring out what I have potential for that are related to the things I do. And it would seem madness to say no to everything. Instead of trying to stop the progress of technical evolution, I'm trying to innovate how to include these things I love in the revolution. Even when sometimes it may feel as hopeless as a nerdy teenager trying to learn to speak for a nerd convention. But let's try at least. Try, with a hard R.







Feeling. I feel. I can feel that’s the point. I can. Not like yesterday, not like when my blood had frozen inside my twisting channels that we called veins. We called them veins, back then at least. But when the blood tasted the chill the veins had their first identity crisis. They became wires. Electric currents beat our hearts too fast filling them up with the black. The black, words can’t describe the black. It was heavy and sore like coal and tasted of bitter nostalgia. I remember those days, oh how I remember. It’s hard though considering our lives were lived in the dark. Everything was a blur, everything was blinded by our eyelashes -entangling and gripping one another, afraid to be opened.

Feeling. We felt then. That’s how I remember, through what was memorized. I knew you were beautiful, I couldn’t see you but I just knew. It was the warmth and the way it kissed my skin and stole my breath. I couldn’t bare to stand there, with your heat so far from my fingertips. I needed you. I wanted you.

Until the day I felt fear. The dark echoed my name with its words escaping melancholy. You called, you told me to open my eyes but by then the cold had already settled and my veins had found their new life. That emotionless, motorized cabling that ran over and under these bones allowed me to break, allowed me to forget, allowed me to surrender. I was robotic and programmed to lose. And when I ran the shock burnt the ripping edges of this paper heart. My engine…their engine inside of me would slowly set the paper aflame. But not for beauty and craze but for pain. I fell into the fire. I fell so deeply with my breath hiding behind the hard drive. It was afraid to let go…worried that if it did the scorching damage would enter this soulless machine. I couldn’t fight. I wouldn’t fight. I was done…I exhaled.

Nothing. There was nothing, I saw the devil dance in between the flames of my fiery, scarlet death bed but I didn’t feel the heat. I didn’t feel the end. I felt whole more than I ever had. I felt love. Much like the black , words can’t explain. No, can’t explain the way you held me in your hands and gave me serene stillness. The love…it made my decrepit heart weightless, when the coal stopped burning there was no fuel, no energy, no electricity. The wires were warmed with tender certainty, they changed. I changed.

Deciding to fight was the easy part. Now sitting here, after losing so many more times than I’ve won I feel the chill start in my finger tips, until your voice kisses my soul and your words awaken my core. My eyes, they open. The light, sometimes, seems scarier than the dark but your fingers met my own and fit into the freezing cracks perfectly. Absolutely perfectly. You’re all I want. You’re all I need. You’re everything. And it’s here that everything became enough…

Feeling. I feel. I can.


This for me is the last past year. Put into words. And this picture is the ending but as cliché and lame as it sounds its kind of a new beginning. Thank you everyone, for your words and your support and your love. You’re all beyond wonderful to me and I don’t deserve any of it

long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it




a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components


the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy


so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it


finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math


eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he

would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.


then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...




Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face


'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.


Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms, etc. the really high end, confidential jobs, like protein folding analysis or big pharm drug trials were more likely handled by the huge western collectives of several million collaborative systems, usually high-performance machines in dedicated corporate server farms. the cost there was out of Daniel's range, but you got a faster return and better promises of encryption for your buck.


Daniel scratched his scalp and flexed his fingers. 'two months from today i will be a doctor of mathematics...and no job. damnit. i need to find something fast.' Daniel calculated in his mind how quickly the student loans repayments would kick in and completely wipe him out. RamaNet would have done it in nanoseconds, ha! he laughed to himself. Daniel had avoided the rounds of job interviews and recommendations that passed his way. he was too absorbed in his research to look ahead, and perhaps a bit intimidated by the idea of the job hunt flea market. flexing his CV, getting a monkey suit, trying to explain his research to recruiters, who were often the same finger-counting business majors in college that made his skin crawl. Daniel always felt a bit embarrassed when he announced he was math PhD candidate. folks would immediately glaze over,

tsk tsk out a 'that's interesting', and swiftly change the subject. something will come up, he mantra'd to himself over and over, something will come up. stick with ali, there is something real in there, just a bit deeper. the real problem was his thesis advisor. dr. fuentes was not returning his calls, his secretary was not taking appointments from Daniel. he had submitted his finished draft of his thesis two weeks ago, but hadnt heard back since, except for a cryptic email saying that the review committee was having some issues with his paper and that Daniel would be hearing from him shortly. Daniel was rerunning his calculations on RamaNet to assuage the gnawing doubt that he completely botched some component of his argument and that the review committee was debating some manner of telling him to redo the entire effort. no PhD and no job. that would ice the cake. Daniel started calculating his body mass and general aerodynamic resistance relative to the height of the school cathedral to figure out if he had time to reach a terminal velocity before impact...only a failed math PhD would attempt to determine at what speed his body would smack concrete, he morbidly thought to himself.


ali ja'far muhammed ibn abdullah al-farisi slipped meditatively on his cup of water, thinking about his proof. he dipped a finger in the cup and held up a droplet of water under his fingertip, watching the sunlight prisimatically splay out on the mouth of the cup. 'praise be Allah and his wonderous bounty' he mumured to himself.


the elders had been in conference all day over his proof. though the heavy doors to their chamber were closed, he would occasionally hear muffled but distinctly angry shouts. ali sat on a divan in the anteroom, served numerous cups of tea by an obviously nervous secretary. ali knew there was deep resistance to his research, but for the life of him he couldnt figure out why. he was a simple mathematician. he came up with some unique observations. he wanted to share them with his peers...



Overview: biotech researcher discovers a new life-extension technology and is murdered. He is cryogenically frozen for 150 years. When he is

revived he must stop a dark corporate conspiracy – and find his murderer.


Summer 2015 - Hot genius free-lance biotech researcher unravels the key component of a radical life-extension gene therapy that will ensure 300 years of robust life to its recipients. The researcher is murdered shortly after he hides the critical component. His distraught friend has him cryogenically frozen. 150 years later, the researcher is revived by the same major bio-med corporation for which he had originally been working.

Quickly he realizes that their motives are less than altruistic: his modification of the gene therapy is needed to resolve an unforeseen debilitation now creeping up in the recipients of the life-extension process. The recipients, now nearing 125 years off added life, are decompensating into psychotics. The researcher at first tries to remember and reconstruct what he did with the hidden critical component, but stops in disgust when he learns that in the past 150 years the life-extension therapy has been reserved solely for the ultra-affluent and has created an extreme and cruel global gerontocratic elite. He voices his disgust to his corporate minders, who cease being beneficent and show their true colors as trying to gain control of this critical technology in order to control the elites.


In the process of dealing with the corporation, he learns about his murder and begins investigating.As he comes closer to the identity of his murderer, he uncovers a wider conspiracy and is the target of more murder attempts.


He was killed by a friend in 2015. The friend was the CEO of a small bio-gen firm that the researcher was doing the LET work for. The CEO, a biz-head with a genetics academic background, took the researcher’s work and exploited it as his own, in the process growing his small firm into a bio-med powerhouse and him into one of the world’s wealthiest individuals.


The CEO also was the first recipient of the LET and is now 190 years old, but doesn’t look a day over 45. Smart, urbane, ruthless, the CEO used his wealth and position to start the cabal of Ultras. It is a faction of the top 50 smartest and wealthiest people in the world who have ‘ascended from the world’ (faked their demise) and control the global economy with their vast coordinated wealth. Perhaps they will call themselves ‘The Ascended’. We need to decide how the cabal lives. Are they sequestered on a luxurious island compound, or do they live in the open, surgically re-sculpted after each faked death, or do they live in the open.


Also we need to figure out what the world will look and feel like in 150 years.


As the ultras decompensate into psychosis, the CEO orders the researcher to be revived in order to find a cure. The CEO had the researcher’s lab notes decrypted and figured that the he was close if not successful in finding the missing component to stabilize the LET.


Tiberius Syndrome: the decline into cruel psychosis experienced by the ultras, named after the roman emperor Tiberius’ degenerate behavior after he sequestered himself on Capri.


The ironic twist might be that there is no cure, no stabilization. The psychosis is not the result of the LET alone, but also due in part to the unfettered ego/wills of the ultras. Absolute power corrupts…




a brazilian hacking syndicate was subcontracted by a st petersberg crew to run interference on a hit on SWIFT, the global currency clearinghouse notification network. The UniFavela clan was going to run a multi-flank raid. They specialized in fast propagating virii and had created a custom mail-in virus that exploited a few microsoft vulnerabilities that they had discovered and kept mum. Their target was a Latin American PR spokesman listed on the corporate web site for press queries. The PR flak would be just the sleepy guard on the wall for their virus to slip past. 30 minutes after opening an inocuous spoofed email from a French e-trade publication requesting clarification on the SWIFT-Indentrus partnership. the virus would port scan and map its entire site LAN, salmoning its way up the router paths till it found the deep waters of the main corporate campus network in Brussels. Shortly, the internal LAN at Brussels would be suffering switch and router buffer overflows and traffic would gasp, ack, and sputter. UniFavela would then towel whip out a vanilla DDOS on the main company web site, any INTERNIC-registered addresses, and any other system in the IP block reserved for SWIFT that had previously port scanned as interesting, or ,even, as nothing. Mongols charging the village gates and tossing flaming torches on thatched roofs. IT Operations would be running to and fro, trying to figure out the internal bandwidth crunch and if there was a bleedout causing the external net problems.




The Post-Human Story of Minos:


the CEO of a powerful commercial combine is bore an illegitimate son by his indiscreet wife in retaliation for his own dalliances. the son has a hideous deformity but is fantastically brilliant - brilliant enough for the father overcome his own repulsion of the child - as a bastard and a freak. the father sequesters the child in an elaborate virtual domain. the child, a hacker savant, is used to breach competitor nets. but as his power in the digital realm expands, the child transforms into the tyrant-monster. using the nets, he lashes out at people who have caused him pain, then evolves into enjoying the taste of terror and fear. He becomes the Minotaur.




'there was a mad scramble amongst all the big spook governments, dark side corporations, and the privacy maccabees once it was determined that quantum computation had left the tidal pool of academia, grown legs and air-breathing lungs, and was headed for the nat sec intel highlands. all previous encryption models were rendered obsolete, and worse, exposed. QC became an undefiable xray spotlight, laying bare any encrypted secret with a ease of opening a mathematical candy wrapper. And for a while it swung the advantage back to the state in the digital Boer War against the freecon partisans.'




The Oort, to the Intras, looked as one people. Extra-stellar hillbillies, ekeing out a subsistance existence on extracted organics from the frozen crud comets and other planetesimals of the Oort Cloud that slung around the solar system in a 1K AU circuit. To the Oort there was no Oort. Each station, each kampong was distinct and seperate. Seperate dialects, traditions, norms, goals. Some were scientific collectives, some were tired mining operations, some were intense sectarian cults - they shared little between themselves beyond necessary trade links for scarce commodities.



A young prince is disgraced in an internal court scandal and sent into a quasi-exile on a worthless mission. On his travels he builds the wisdom and learns the skills necessary to be a just and effective leader.


His exile was a gambit by his patriarch to remove Genji from the arena of pointless court intrigues and develop him as a real leader. The patriarch dispatched a team of loyal praetorians to discreetly follow and protect Genji on his odyssey.


Genji was sent as an emissary to the Oort system. He must pass through the Martian-Saturnine corridor, populated with industrial trading guilds and their private militias.




Genealogy becomes paramount in a closed culture; hierarchy by heredity. Reference the roman patrician class’ death-grip obsession with lineage, or the medieval Japanese imperial court’s strict intra-elite caste system.


But in an era of extreme genetic engineering, how can bloodlines retain their importance? Perhaps this is the wrong question. Perhaps in an era of extreme genetic engineering, authentic bloodlines can only retain their importance. The longevity of an unchanged gene line demonstrates success in evolutionary competition. Over time however, the fitness of a rigidly enforced and ‘sequestered’ gene line will degrade. Consider the hemophilia of the European royal strata.


I would not want the imperial court of the inner system to be pure blue bloods, eschewing genetic manipulation. Rather I would have them take the opposite tack – and embrace genetic engineering in the pursuit of perfecting particular socially valued or distinctive attributes; a roman nose, elongated refined fingers, even the possession of certain ‘noble’ afflictions (for ex., the aforementioned hemophilia as a sign of noble lineage).

The elites should pursue genealogy with the same passion and gusto as horse breeders; studs and mares and percentages of bloodlines, enforced and suppressed gene expressions, surrogates, and gene modes des saisons.




a bum finds a the wallet and keys of a man who jumped from a bridge

he goes to his townhouse to find something to eat or steal

is impressed and overwhelmed with the man's townhouse

showers, eats, gets cleaned up, finds some clothes

is ready to leave when he helps a woman wrestling with groceries at her door

she thanks him, but looks stunned.

‘are you the man in #560? umm..i have lived here for 3 years and have never actually seen you. you seem to leave so early in the morning and get

home so late and keep to yourself.’

they spend 30 minutes talking, having a generally warm friendly encounter.

‘well, I am so glad to have finally met you. Hope to see you soon.’ As she closes her door, the bum turns to leave but pauses and thinks for a moment, then goes back into the man's townhouse

he pours through the man's papers and keepsakes and learns that the man has no family that he speaks with, no friends, lives off a well-endowed trust fund




the bum moves in and takes over the mans identity

he brings warmth and sincerity to the man's identity


what makes a hermit tick? what lengths do they go to to remove themselves from society? does it become a game to avoid contact, trying to become a shadow, a phantom? does society dissolve away as a mental force in their thoughts, atrophy away or does it become an amputated impression?


what divsion line stands between a hermit and convict in solitary? the hermit, by and large, chooses their isolation, the convict has it enforced upon them. at what point does the human need for society or socialization collapse? is there anything left that we can inspect and evaluate? a hermit, however, is able to maintain walls against the Great Other, which would imply that they are seeking refuge from the world. a schizo or an autistic will be physically surrounded by others but unable or incapable of making contact.


when does the will to contact die? what is left over? do humans require contact to retain our humanity? can you love and sacrifice in a vacuum?

what defines humanity? oooh, a big question...




genetic engineering will continue to deconstruct the human species


there will be catastrophic disasters: gene sequence specific viruses engineered to attack 'types' of people. Der Genkampf

petroleum will be replaced- hydrogen-powered locomotion and green power (in the wealthy states). the poor states will continue to be held hostage to oil politics


(cultures and civilizations do not move forward uneringly. they spasticly jerk forward and fro, in clumps andgrains, never ever as a lemming death drive.)


developed economies will be netized. a new state structure will be needed to manage and dsitribute resources. the corporate structure, the commercial backbone of the capitalist democracy, will replace the republic. it is flexible to markets and political forces, insistent on accountability, it provides a sufficient compromise between individual representation and republican government. they will begin their political evolution as projects in community development. assurances of an educated workforce by charter education. assurances of uninterrupted utilities by running their own power/water etc. net-based marketplaces create corporate agoras. employees are in fact de facto citizens of the corporation. citizenship, or regular employment, will be a reward for merit, stock shares will count towards suffrage.


great corporate collectives will arise. housing, education, security...all the needs of the middle class will be absorbed in the corporate state. the tradtional state will cede roles and responsibilities to the corporate state as their resources dwindle. a few isolated violent reactions (military or legal)by the republics against the corporate states, but they will fail over time. against, or more so, in conjunction with the homogenized corporatsists wil be the diasporae, non-corporates will glom to other modes of networked alignment, ethnic allegiance will become stronger over time - as the chinese, indian, and jewish disporaestrengthen as a formula for a successful competition against/with the corporates.


the american state, succored by its overwhelming techo-military supremancy, loses its mission, its vision - substitutes will to dominate for will to excel - and falls into the deep narcotic, insulated slumber of the unassailable. GE, nano, and the banknote net weaken the mythic cohesion of the american spirit. we are no longer united by common experience (mass-mediated or otherwise) the promise of science to make us stronger, smarter, near immortal is held like a manifest destiny or a divine IOU for services rendered to humanity.


Here's the sunrise from Sunday morning, after the wettest Saturday ever. I think this was taken with a polarizer and a 3-stop soft-step ND grad but I don't really remember anymore.


Lately, several contacts have had their homes or cars broken into and their camera/computer gear stolen. This should serve as a wake-up call. Inventory your equipment, including serial numbers, and check that your equipment is properly insured. If you have sold or licensed photos, there is a very good chance any claim you make against your renters or homeowners insurance for your gear would be denied. You need a different insurance policy. Aaron provides one possible suggestion here. Also review how you backup your photos and data. If you keep multiple backups, but they are all kept in your home, remember that ALL of your backups could be stolen or destroyed if something happens to your home. Portable storage devices are a hot target for thieves due to their small size and potential for containing useful information to enable identity theft. Keep a storage device with an additional backup offsite in a different location, such as a bank vault. Or use a secure online backup service. While camera equipment can be replaced, the moments captured in your photos cannot.


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Edwin Georgi (1896 - 1964)

Circa 1948?


Read More about Edwin Georgi at the end of the Algonquin Roundtable recount..


Algonquin Round Table : Date Unknown --“I have done many things in my life I have later regretted, but this one, in particular, I have never told a living soul until now….”


“We were telling stories, trying to guess if the tale told was fact or fiction. M… came up with this story, chilling in the way it was so wretchedly confessed to us. Most of us thought it was fact, but didn’t really want to believe it.

(read fact or fiction? At the end of the background section)



The Algonquin Round Table was a celebrated group of New York City writers, critics, actors and wits. Gathering initially as part of a practical joke, members of "The Vicious Circle", as they dubbed themselves, met for lunch each day at the Algonquin Hotel from 1919 until roughly 1929. At these luncheons they engaged in wisecracks, wordplay and witticisms that, through the newspaper columns of Round Table members, were disseminated across the country.

"Their form of social media was just that: social. Imagine having the time every day to break for a couple hours to have lunch with your funny, intelligent friends? They didn’t post witty replies on Facebook. They said them face-to-face, such as the time Dorothy Parker was asked to use the word “horticulture” in a sentence: “You can lead a horticulture but you can’t make her think.” Was her response.


Daily association with each other, both at the luncheons and outside of them, inspired members of the Circle to collaborate creatively. The entire group worked together successfully only once, however, to create a revue called No Sirree! which helped launch a Hollywood career for Round Tabler Robert Benchley.


In its ten years of association, the Round Table and a number of its members acquired national reputations both for their contributions to literature and for their sparkling wit. Although some of their contemporaries, and later in life even some of its members, disparaged the group, its reputation has endured long after its dissolution.


An elderly lady known to one of us was visited with quite often before she passed on. She was a school chum of Tallulah and related this Roundtable tale told to her.

We would be quite interested to learn more of the story and possibly about the incident retold below. If anyone is aware of an occurrence similar to this one in or even outside of Pennsylvania please feel free to tell us about it.


Fact or Fiction?

“We were playing a game, telling each other stories, and then trying to guess if the story was fact or fiction. M… came up with this story, chilling in the way it was so wretchedly confessed to us. Most of us thought it was fact, but didn’t really want to believe it had occurred.

“I give the story as best I can through memory, only ever hearing it the one time. I believe I have captured its’ essence, but I could never in words captured the tortured look, or trembling manner that was shown when it was told before the group. All I can say is, either way; it was a masterful performance….”

The Confession:

M lit a cigarette, and after sending a few wisps of smoke up to dance upon the ceiling, began the tale…

“I have done may things in my life I have later regretted, but this one, in particular, I have never told a living soul until now….” Drawing a deep breath, the story was continued.


“I have always had a curious streak to observe people’s reactions when in various situations to get a better grasp of how my characters should act. It greatly piqued me to watch, without being seen, a person’s true emotions coming into play. Ralph Waldo Emerson once famously quoted that “ People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character” ... and that intriguing thought was what originally sent me on my quest..


Sometimes I was the protagonist behind the scenes who unbeknownst to the victims had set them up. Sometimes I just followed and watched their behavior. I never intended for anyone to get hurt, emotionally or physically. But sometimes they did! Then I would solace my conscience by telling it that I was only doing it to improve upon my craft. But, then this one time, I probably did go a little too far….”


“As a young man I would attend all different sorts of functions from all different levels of society to come up with ideas. I ran the gauntlet, from cock fights, hobo’s gathering around a campfire, to a wedding reception worthy of the Rockefellers. I noticed that I felt more at home with the former, than the latter. A condition, I am sure, caused by some flaw in my character. “


“But this instance, the function I encountered definitely belonged to the latter, Rockefeller, set. The event, I learned, was the Homecoming of a small private College in a wealthy Pennsylvania community. Not my Alma Mater, but just a place I happened to be passing through which I had stopped whilst traveling home. “


“That there was a function going on in that little place was not hard to miss; the attendees were pouring out onto the streets from all sorts of establishments, and into others, including the bar I was holed up in. After a while I noticed a change in dress of the revelers costumes. School blazers and sensible dresses began to be replaced by tuxes, top hats, and swishing satin gowns and colourful frocks. Their adornments also changed, from school ties to bow ties for the men: Gold jewelry was replaced by sparkling necklaces and rings upon gloved hands for the ladies.”


“Another change was by then the lot of them was pretty much plastered, but then, so was I! Finally I was flushed out of my hiding spot , and went for a walk outside to escape the noisy crowd. I started to circle the upper portion of a large rural park that ran next to my late hiding spot. As I strolled, I noticed a man with a heavy coat and cap, rather sinisterly watching the crowd, standing against a tree just up ahead of me. When he saw me coming towards him, he turned down a path leading into the shadowy depths of the woods. I watched him go down for a minute, and observed that it led down to a small valley, where in the middle, surrounded by trees, stood a football field. The path less traveled tonight, I thought to myself. I kept to the path well-travelled however, and soon after turning a corner, came upon a young couple snogging on a bench. I stopped to watch, my mind racing with a mixture of drink inspired contemplations upon the little scene before me! “


“She was dolled up like a picture actress. Wearing a slithery glossy red gown that shined in the gas lamps pooling light, with matching gloves and a shimmering gold purse, she was a breathing Pygmalion . The jewels she was adorned with, rhinestones, I assumed, glittered happily as she moved. He was in a tux, an Errol Flynn moustache and gold watch chain and fob at his waist. They had no idea anyone was near them. Then, my cursed foot gave me away all too soon, as it stepped upon a twig, snapping it loudly, calling the couples attention to my peeping. Seeing me they got up and walked past me, snooty noses up in the air. She made a rude noise that would have better fitted an old mare in a barn. Well pardon my eyes I though, stinging from the obvious smite upon my character, which I always had held in high regard. Why dress in that manner and think no one deserves to take notice unless they meet with your approval? The princess was obviously not amused…”


“ I watched with disdain, and then , still transfixed, followed at a discreet distance as they walked back the way I had come. For some reason I was mesmerized by the pair of snobs, watching as they moved, her red gown swishing and swirling like a red waterfall upon the paved stones. They were holding closely onto one another, once again totally oblivious to their surroundings. “


“They stopped, and I went into the shadow of a tree. Looking back up the path they had come, I thought they may have seen my shadow. They then looking again to each other, she murmured something and they turned down the very path, the path less travelled, that the heavy coated man had slinked away down. I felt maybe I should have cautioned them against taking that path, but I remembered their rude reaction, besides, I was curious to see if anything would happen. In for pence, in for a pound I remember repeating to myself, as I discreetly continued my stalk.”


“I went into the shadows, seeing a large set of rocks beside the path I climbed up, getting a view of the path winding down into the small valley. I was just above a gas lamp that lit the path as it reached the valley floor below. The lamps lite effectively shadowed the rock whence I was perched. I could see the pair walking in and out of the shadows of the trees. Just as they reached the circle of light below me they stopped and embraced. I watched, totally unabashed. Then, as I grew bored, or maybe my drink induced fog was started to clear my mind back to reality, I slowly started to make an exit stage right , when a shadow detached itself from a tree directly below me. I stayed mute and froze in my tracks, watching the event I knew was going to occur, began to unfold. The man’s shadowy figure approached the oblivious couple carefully, I could see his head jerking about making sure that the couple was alone, and unprotected. Picking up a chunk of wood he entered the circle of light, which now formed a small stage where a tragedy worthy of Shakespeare was about to unfold!”


“I watched as the startled lovers became aware and tried to stare down the newcomer. Now in the light, I could see He had shed his coat and gained a mask, but it was definitely the same sinister man I had seen earlier, obviously up to no good. The Errol Flynn wannabe put the girl behind him in defense, the masked man merely raised branch and whacked him on the side of his head, it broke with a sickening crunch, and her defender went down like a sack of cement. He then turned his attention to the now helpless damsel in distress. Raising a cupped hand up he said something in a raspy voice that startled her. Apparently he was asking for her jewels, and the horror struck damsel had arrogantly not yet realized she was being mugged. The ladies long earrings shimmering as she shook her head no in response. The rings on her gloved fingers flashed as her hand went to her throat as she cried out,” not my necklace”, in a hapless act of defiance. In my mind came a picture of a small kitten trying to defy a snarling wolf. She threw the gold purse at him, but he merely caught it, and placed it in his pocket. I remember feeling strangely detached, It may have been shock, but I found myself watching without one ounce of regret. The only thought I could remember was her glittering necklace, maybe they had not been rhinestones, which meant that she was wealthy and probably had been looking down her snooty nose upon me. Well than she obviously did not want my help, I decided, like she had not wanted my looking at her earlier. So, I decided that I wasn’t going to help unless absolutely life or death. Let the little lamb be trimmed of her rich wool I said to myself. She did show spunk, I will admit, but that’s all it was, a show. She went limp as he reached up, grabbing her hand away, than began pulling of the rings as she stood mute with disbelief. The diamond bracelet was wrenched unceremoniously from her wrist. Dropping her hand, he pocketed her rings and bracelet. Than he once again went for her necklace, and she backed up, shaking her head, earrings again shimmering as the pair bounced away from her long hair. Then I saw a flash of silver in his hand, and she fainted dead away at the sight of his ugly blade…”.


“The man knelt over to her fallen body. The shiny red gown had spilled around her on the ground, Laying like a pool of red lava. Reaching down and he claimed her necklace, grabbing it up from her throat. He looked at it for a few seconds, letting it sparkle in the moon’s light like slivery falling rain. Then squatting beside her, he pulled away her hair, and yanked her earrings free. He methodically felt along her figure, missing nothing. Then he again produced the knife, slicing off the brooch from her gown’s sash. He pulled off her red high heels and threw tem deep into the woods. Then he left her and went over to the unconscious escort, the bloody limb next to him. ‘Errol’s’, watch chain and fob were pulled free and pocketed. Then he reached in and pulled out the unlucky devils pocket book. Then pulling off ‘Errol’s’ shoes they soon joined the ladies high heels. Arising calmly, he slowly looked around as he stowed the stolen articles and his knife away. He spent a split second longer on the area I was hidden, causing a shiver to make itself felt! Then, removing the mask he walked to where his long coat lay, and reclaiming it, he continued serenely on his way down the path. I watched in heavy silence as he disappeared in the woods, only to reappear by the football field. It was then that I stole away back up the path, careful not to be seen.”


“And no, I did not give any cry of alarm, did not involve myself by seeking or giving the hapless couple aid. I simply turned and left. I came away with nothing, no ideas, no new feelings for a character, just a sour taste in my mouth and an upset stomach, which I soon tried to relieve by stopping in at the next drinking establishment I came across. About an hour later I heard a siren and sensed commotion outside the confides of my prison. I did not go out to investigate. I left the next morning, daring not to read a paper, and put the place and its memories to my back. “


“Ashamedly I did not render any assistance those poor souls, and I admit what I what I did was criminal.. But then, they ……… Yes?”


“It was at this point that the confession was interrupted by the appearance of a messenger boy sent for M….. Who took his leave, with a wicked smile that seemed to convey relief that an outcome of the story would not have to be faced? Obliviously loving the mystery it created by the timely appearance of the messenger.” He never could be persuaded to return to his story only smiling that wicked little smile.

So, the worse of it was we never knew… because of the messenger boy’s interruption, never to learn to our satisfaction if the story was true or not..”

“How we all did hate that!”


There is some question as to the identity of M…. There are six members with M in their initial. It could have been a non-regular or even a nickname. If anyone else has heard of this tale, or could place a finger for us as to who M… may have been, we would welcome the enlightenment.


Charter members of the Round Table included:

Franklin Pierce Adams, columnist

Robert Benchley, humorist and actor

Heywood Broun, columnist and sportswriter (married to Ruth Hale)

Marc Connelly, playwright

Ruth Hale, freelance writer who worked for women's rights

George S. Kaufman, playwright and director

Dorothy Parker

“The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.”

“If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.”

“What fresh hell is this?”

Robert E. Sherwood, author and playwright

John Peter Toohey, publicist

Alexander Woollcott, critic and journalist

"The English have an extraordinary ability for flying into a great calm."


Membership was not official or fixed for so many others who moved in and out of the Circle. Some of these included:

Tallulah Bankhead, actress

Edna Ferber, author and playwright

Margalo Gillmore, actress

Jane Grant, journalist and feminist (married to Ross)

Beatrice Kaufman, editor and playwright (married to George S. Kaufman)

Margaret Leech, writer and historian

Neysa McMein, magazine illustrator

Harpo Marx, comedian and film star

Alice Duer Miller, writer

Donald Ogden Stewart, playwright and screenwriter

Frank Sullivan, journalist and humorist

Deems Taylor, composer

Estelle Winwood, actress

Peggy Wood, actress


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Edwin Georgi

(1896 - 1964)

A leader in the second wave of "pretty-girl" artists: more like pin-ups without actually being pin-ups. Largely self-taught, learning his way up in ad and art agencies. A pilot in WWI. Style ranged from simple, posteresque lines and colors to his more famous pointillist pieces with boldly directed light, a unique use of warm shadows, and sparkling colors. Ads for Webster Cigars, Woodbury, Ford Mercury, Crane paper, Yardley, The Italian Line. In-demand illustrator for Goldenbook Magazine, Fortune, Redbook, Woman's Home Companion, Cosmo, True, Esquire, Ladies' Home Journal,Saturday Evening Post, American Girl, Liberty.


Edwin Georgi was born in 1896 and died in 1964 at the age of 68. He was a pilot in WWI– though I was unable to gather details about his specific tour of duty. Upon returning from the war, he attended Princeton. Eventually he abandoned his education to pursue writing as a full time profession. He was very ambitious, but a turn of fate pushed him another way. He was hired on to write copy for an ad agency , but was persuaded by his employer that he would make a better painter than a writer. Thus his career in illustration began.


Remarkably, he was largely self-taught. He worked his way up the artistic food chain with experience at various ad groups and agencies. His work is known in several national publications; Cosmo, Esquire, Redbook, Ladies’ Home Journal, and The Saturday Evening Post.


Edwin’s style is striking. Very few artists exude the dynamic movement of color as he does. His paintings have a texture that is entirely unique– his staccato strokes seem akin to pointillism, and weave a mesh of breathtaking pallets . Most noir art is obsessed with light and shadow, but Edwin Georgi’s art oscillates betwixt hue and contrast.


i only have eyes for you

i'm not feeling well today, so i'm going to go to therapy, then coming home and hiding away in my bed. :/

this photo came out a lot better in my head, so sorry for this looking like shit practically. (it's not as great as my past few photos, that actually showed effort!)

i was reading my yearbook this morning too and it made me cry and for some reason i feel like posting what i read too.


confession one: when you had your sideburns they always made me laugh because they were so goofy looking, but yet you seemed to love them so much. i razzed you for a long time about them until one day, you came to school and they were gone. whenever you started to grow them back, i'd razz you again and they would disappear again. :]


confession two:i still cry everyday and i try my best to hide it. i wish you would reopen back up and become the Mark me and all your friends recognize. I wish you knew just how much I need you right now. Nothing feels real and my body feels numb.

I wish somehow you would see Stolen Identity.


i miss him and his goofy writings.

"Rawr you is a vampire! and you are going to teach me how to dance. Then I will not fail as much =).


I'm very glad to have become friends with you again this year, that one little NYC cross country trip was not enough! You are a great friend and one I hope will be around for a lone while (Pfft, your not dying on me) We have been through quite alot toghether this year and im glad that we are still good friends, I believe I got demoted from Best Friend... =) but either way im glad to have you around. You were always there for me when I needed you, which was not much, but I had a few bad days.....Im going to miss sitting with you in the mornings, or in studyblock next year. I hope I made your year more enjoyable and less boring then it would have been, and I hope we can keep that going this summer! Dispite your evil sometimes, you really are a great person, and a very good friend to have. I will just wrap this up here seeing as im running out of room...(and your other pages are full ;)

I better see a lot of you this summer, and im waiting for that camping trip!


(your princess)


(HeHeHe! you have to hang out this summer, or I will end up on Runescape again...dont want that...)"


I really really really love all these silly notes he used to leave me or write me.


I always loved your spelling errors and goofy writing and how you were the reason I would start to ramble in my own writings. You don't know how much I fucking miss you and want to see you.


I still love you...


what happened to the boy who wrote me silly little messages like this and even texted me the cutest things. you were still there a month ago until you went home that one night...



I THINK NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! View LARGE


THIS IS MY DAUGHTER and It makes me sick ...


~Right now there are hundreds of "fake" profiles on Orkut using stolen images of children found on flickr.


These profiles are using the exact words that are on the sign my daughter is holding.


There are profiles of my daughter under the name chocolate on there right now...


seen here!


I am not the only one.


There are at least 50 flickr members that have confirmed that their childrens images are being used for this sick practice.




It doesnt matter how you have your " permission settings" ...

they use "screen captures' to obtain images!


Orkut, is an Internet social network service run by Google and named after its creator,

Google employee Orkut Büyükkökten


They have a "no fake profile" policy yet approx 80% of the profiles on there site are fake. Half of those are profiles set up to look like little kids. THE SITE CLEARLY STATES THAT YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER TO CREATE A PROFILE...


This is a game for them.


These images were stolen from flickr, edited and uploaded to orkut so that these freaks can pretend they are our children.


They use them as their icon picture and then have albums full of our children...

Some of them have up to 500 contacts that are pretending to be our children too. and they have contacts and they have contacts and so on.




The red tape involved in getting these images removed is pathedic.

Orkut will tell you to ask the user politely to remove the images. (yeah right!)


These "fake" profile user's just laugh saying things like...


(these are actual quotes...)


"We are many are so small"


"calm down.. this is game for us"


" Your photos on flickr say "public" so we no do wrong"


"why problem? we think your baby is cute"


"The world fake is one of the methods of fun for us in the orkut"


"if you dont want people using your pictures put

it on private and only friends and your family can see"


"your child deserves an ugly mother"


You get the idea... these are morons we are dealing with and google and Orkut could care less..


These children need a voice... a voice that can be heard LOUD AND CLEAR.


Some of these parents have been trying to get their children removed from this site for almost a year and they are still on there..


Some flickr parents have found 10 -20 (if not more) different profiles featuring images of their children.


They think that because an image is marked public that they are free to do whatever they want to do with them. they see no wrong with exploiting these children. They see no wrong in assuming the identity of our innocent children.


Some of them admit to stealing hundreds of child photos from flickr and think it's a game to create new profiles and just rotate the pictures to keep pissing us off.


















If you would like more information about this or would like info about the group for parents who have found their children on orkut or would like to know what you can do to help ...feel free to send me a flickr mail.






HOW TO HELP??? click here




Hello to you all


I saw this blog post on Yahoo! Shine and thought that you might be interested.


"How about U" (smile)?


L'm having a headache from Monday (l walked more than on the Bastos quater avenue : Mvan.

In French they write in another way V-A-N-N-E(s) like a trick or an insult.

In Ewondo , my family's tribe,that means polygamy.


Certainly we the way cameroonian people adores football as religion than God(they stopped working at 15GMT monday despite...What?


These thieves lost!


(and as soon as came around our living room thinking either l got a magic "mother tongue" or that rat


(december 26,2009) smelt really...


Today the "receiver TV" is out ...Dear mom' and the money you sent yesterday ,2000frs CFA, divided that amoung.Thanks again.


My little bird was also happy and the witch of your evil brother ,turned around because firstable l have never talked to her


whenever his child mourns hearing my voice and today that bird.


L was saying : hello my little bird, hello...)


L was so proud of the Mahgred, perhaps to know little thing in Arabic language


The taxi driver was kind and made sure that even though "(space)Jam ",we arrived "on "time (smile) l shared my seat with a child whom l kissed good morning again.


Someone gave him his place thirty minutes before in Mokolo(market,Yaounde),


and when we arrived in the middle of that way, a woman next the taxi "man" gave him one hundred(100frs CFA) without warned him.


She put on her yellow tee- shirt a baby, and that make me so sad...

One thing,


People are really excited ; l'm sure that the German people helped them like during 1884-1916(first world war)


You know now why l hate this people.

That place turned and continue to turn.

L have loved , hear this man : M./Villmer/ last week end on "radio", like seeing NRJ awards...


Like how people speak loudly of them throughout concerts,etc.


They think, l am going to make the same thing that b pippitt, that their first lady, and today again demons of december 10,2009 have left sthg on that boundary next a big stone, their stone?


L made sure that the women talking at that moment when l opened the door (a child came: a thief!and a comedian singing as Natacha st Pier (Canada): un ange sonne à ma porte...[...]le diable sonne à ma porte




the spanish cultural centre wants that people bring their national identity card(certainly because of all problems they have with immigration and terrorism)

The central post, avenue Kennedy, the cinema belong to the French high school


(they closed that cinema because of a such of "stupid girl" ;and in front of that Morocco airlines agency !Damn ,after water)


Now, when l enter here about my new card, after stole me ,etc.


They continue to ask /say : l am not a cameroonian girl!


L didn't give him my card , he say that:

where is the card?( my father learn me : "no")


Where did you make it?(my mother left me with "yes")


It is the break come at 2 PM ( and that people tell me : time,

many times, coming here)



Have a nice day, do you remember may 4,2009 in Tiger -photo -chinois at that avenue Kennedy.

They searched my identity card like in Arab countries.

They continue on 21 th january on that famous avenue, then the station police again the central post of that capital that is turning aroung and around like a hollywood station?

No,l got angry as a samurai (laugh),a cell phone security man came asking why l sat on their "wonderwall"(screen sunny player)

and we talk about "the colour of "his "love" : yellow as that guy


(l love sherlock Holmes (maybe voices :Arabic, english )by G.Richie , with J.Law, R.Downey and his own show :S.Downey :producer

Do you remember the cat black and white in a cartoon...pussy...Catt!

L really appreciated that interview that made me think to the NL,that corner ,straight the place of her mother's statue, and to rtl9 movie cutting now by cards.(smile.)


Have a nice day,



Entry for FC's Spooky Minifigure Contest


Not only trespassing on your computer's hard drive, it also comits more serious crimes; like breaking and entering, and identity theft.

A Flickr friend of mine (as well as other parents on Flickr) has had several pics of her kids stolen and used on this site called Orkut. This photo is one of those images that has been edited for that Orkut site.


This has got to be stopped!


*The following is copied from Sarah's original posting of this horrifying development*


I THINK NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




~Right now there are hundreds of "fake" profiles on Orkut using stolen images of children found on flickr.


These profiles are using the exact words that are on the sign Sarah's daughter is holding.


There are profiles of Sarah's daughter under the name chocolate on there right now...


so I will replace with this one another profile featuring Sarah's daughter


I am not the only one.


There are at least 50 flickr members that have confirmed that their childrens images are being used for this sick practice.






It doesnt matter how you have your " permission settings" ...

they use "screen captures' to obtain images!


Orkut, is an Internet social network service run by Google and named after its creator,

Google employee Orkut Büyükkökten


They have a "no fake profile" policy yet approx 80% of the profiles on there site are fake. Half of those are profiles set up to look like little kids. THE SITE CLEARLY STATES THAT YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER TO CREATE A PROFILE...


This is a game for them.


These images were stolen from flickr, edited and uploaded to orkut so that these freaks can pretend they are our children.


They use them as their icon picture and then have albums full of our children...

Some of them have up to 500 contacts that are pretending to be our children too. and they have contacts and they have contacts and so on.




The red tape involved in getting these images removed is pathetic.

Orkut will tell you to ask the user politely to remove the images. (yeah right!)


These "fake" profile user's just laugh saying things like...


(these are actual quotes...)


"We are many are so small"


"calm down.. this is game for us"


" Your photos on flickr say "public" so we no do wrong"


"why problem? we think your baby is cute"


"The world fake is one of the methods of fun for us in the orkut"


"if you dont want people using your pictures put

it on private and only friends and your family can see"


"your child deserves an ugly mother"


You get the idea... these are morons we are dealing with and google and Orkut could care less..


These children need a voice... a voice that can be heard LOUD AND CLEAR.


Some of these parents have been trying to get their children removed from this site for almost a year and they are still on there..


Some flickr parents have found 10 -20 (if not more) different profiles featuring images of their children.


They think that because an image is marked public that they are free to do whatever they want to do with them. they see no wrong with exploiting these children. They see no wrong in assuming the identity of our innocent children.


Some of them admit to stealing hundreds of child photos from flickr and think it's a game to create new profiles and just rotate the pictures to keep pissing us off.


















If you would like more information about this or would like info about the group for parents who have found their children on orkut or would like to know what you can do to help ...feel free to send me a flickr mail.






HOW TO HELP??? click here











I was having a beautiful dream about visiting the south pacific with my brothers, who were pitching innovative work solutions to their international employers while I strolled along the beach, without a care in the world. Then there was an explosion and I saw ships on fire and rushed back to the hotel to find my brothers distraught that their respective employers had stolen their ideas, diluted these ideas down to an empty shell, and farmed out their jobs to Bangalore. I awoke in a panic and made this image.


Nothing against Bangalore, but it struck me that when we buy Canadian, and especially when we buy union-made products, then we are investing in more than the local economy. We are investing in values. Ideas of a shared society, a uniquely Canadian identity that can model to the rest of the world how to stand together, support each other and make sure all of us get through these tough times.


This has come up during the EduACTion campaign as we order signs, shirts, pamphlets, etc. for our members. Buying cheaper non-union foreign-made goods enables us to buy more materials for our members and increase our visibility with the media and the public. Buying union-made Canadian materials costs more, and gets us far less 'bang-for-the-buck' in terms of visibility, yet demonstrates a firm commitment to a particular standard of living.


What does being Canadian mean to you? Please comment below.

The annoying noise gets louder and louder the closer I get to the middle of Central City. Alright Bruce what are you doing here? What could of possibly forced you to use that signal alarm in the first place?


It takes less than a minute before I arrive on the scene to find Bruce suspended above the ground being held by a female in a red and blue costume by his neck. I’m not sure what’s going on here exactly but I’m not going to just standby and let her harm a good friend of mine. I race down out of the air and collide with her, causing her to lose her grip on Bruce dropping him down to the ground whilst sending her flying into the wall behind her. Bruce quickly gets himself up off the ground to stand beside me as I scan his body for any sign of injury. Fortunately there doesn’t appear to be any so I turn to confront the woman who had hold of him.


“You took your time.”


“I had a plane to catch!”


“I'm just surprised you actually turned up this time.”


“I believe the phrase you’re looking for is ‘thank you’. Oh and you owe John an apology for stealing his signal alarm.”


“And you still owe me for that window.”


“Well you’re welcome for saving your neck. So what have you got yourself into this time?”


“I’m not overly sure, I was investigating the source of that missile you spotted and saw an object falling into the center of the city and next thing I know my car’s flipped upside down and she’s attacking me.”


The woman begins to stand up as Bruce briefs me as to her identity.


“So who is she then?”


“She’s known as Wonder Woman. According A.R.G.U.S' files she belongs to a race known as the Amazons, beings with powers similar to yours though lacking some such as your heat vision and others.”


“Sounds like a good job I turned up then.”




Bruce falls silent not wanting to admit it but that’s his way of agreeing with me. He never likes to say these things but fortunately I can read him like a book. This ‘Wonder Woman’ as she’s known then reaches to grab her sword on the ground beside her. Being uncertain as to what her abilities are I approached her slowly and I activate my heat vision at a low enough level that all it does it leave my eyes glowing a bright red colour.


“Stand down.”


I hoped that she would follow through with my request but sadly anything but happened. She charged forward at me with her sword and to my own surprise she was able to cut my skin with it. Boy that’s a first and christ did it hurt. I take a couple of steps back with that discovery but she gives pursuit intending to deliver another blow. Before she can do so though I deliver a punch to her torso knocking through the wall she had previously collided with.


Bruce races over to me and immediately notices the cut on my hand. It’s not very often Bruce looks shocked but the sight of the cut she’d manage to give me certainly shocked him.


“I didn’t think that was possible.”


“Nor did I.”


“Hey there you are!”


Bruce and I turn around to see the Green Lantern descending down towards us. I wonder how he managed to follow me? Predictably the distrustful Bruce pulls out one of his batarangs and gets ready to throw it at the Lantern but I stop him before he can.


“You know him?”


“Sort of. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have been able to stop that plane from falling so we can trust him.”


Bruce lowers his arm and places the Batarang back into a pouch on his belt. As the Lantern lands in front of us.


“You’re not that crazy Bat guy from Gotham are you?”


“Just as you’re not that green glowing man that the US airforce keep reporting sightings of.”


“Now now you two play nice. Well you both seem to know of each other but I guess I’ll do the formal introductions anyway just to sure. Green Lantern, this is Batman. Batman this is Green Lantern.”


“Nice to meet you Batman, it seems I’m meeting all sorts of people today.”


Green Lantern holds his hand out to Bruce, obviously wanting to shake hands with him. He’ll be disappointed, and sure enough Bruce proves me right and he simply walks away from the Lantern and walks to the hole in the wall I made when I punched Wonder Woman.


“We need to make sure she’s safely secured to stop her harming anyone else.”


Bruce walks into the building through the hole in the wall and as he does Lantern turns to look at me.


“Is he always that cheery?”


“Only on good days.


We both follow Bruce’s lead and enter the building after him to find Wonder Woman on the ground seemingly unconscious. Yikes. I hope I didn’t hurt her too much with my punch. As the Lantern enters the building he immediately notices the seemingly unconscious Wonder Woman and it’s clear he recognizes her as well.


“That’s not the crazy Amazonian Princess people talk about?”


“No. Not at all.”


Odd. Bruce isn’t normally sarcastic or at least he isn’t with me at least.


“Well aren’t we a cheery chap spooky? Someone forget to drink some blood for breakfast this morning?”


“I’m a vampire as much as you are simply a human glow stick.”


Bruce walks over and checks Wonder Woman’s pulse.


“She’s fine. Just unconscious.”


I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. I was worried for a moment I might of done worse to her by accident. As Bruce kicks the sword safely out of Wonder Woman’s reach and walks back over to the Lantern and I. Then before any of us can blink a red costumed figure appears in front of us. I have no idea who this guy is but the Lantern seems to know.


“Hey Flash my man, I wondered when you’d finally show up where’ve you been man? I haven’t seen you since before that explosion in the sky!”


There’s a long silence as the one that Lantern calls the Flash doesn’t say a single word. As the silence draws out I notice Bruce slowly reaching for a batarang in his pouch. One day he’ll get over his trust issues. I hope.




“When I first got here there was four people fighting. This guy was one of them and he was fighting the one that’s known as Aquaman.”


“Aquaman? You mean that freaky fish guy?”


Bruce turns to scowl at the Lantern whilst the Lantern has a confused look on his face.


“I don’t know what you’re trying to say spooky, but the Flash over there is my friend and I know for a fact that he’s an ally is that right Flash old buddy?”


Another long silence erupts before I end up siding with Bruce. I don’t know who this guy is but the prolonged silence makes me feel uneasy. As with confronting Wonder Woman I allow my eyes to glow once more but he interprets this is an attack and charges straight at me before I can properly respond pulling me out the building before I can say a word.




Barry what’s going on? It’s not like you to just suddenly attack someone for no reason. There must be something else going on here.


“Where’d they go?”


“I don’t know spooky but if you’ll shut up and let me focus I can try and find out.”


The first few times I crossed paths with Barry I wasn’t able to follow him, but fortunately in the last few encounters I successfully managed to find a way to track him through the distortions he makes as he’s running. I point my ring at the hole in the building and have it run a scan for the most recent distortions that Barry’s made. As my ring is running it’s scan though, true blood decides to get some answers out of me.


“What are you doing?”


“That guy, the speedster, the Flash call him whatever you want. When he runs at super speeds her leaves minor distortions that can be tracked if you know what you’re looking for. It’s how I’m able to track him down when I need to.”


“You’re tracking him right now? How?”


“It’s with this ring of mine. It’s a brilliant piece of technology that allows me to almost anything my mind can think of.”


“It can do more beyond simply track someone?”


“Yes and maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll show you later but for right now I need you to be quiet so I can focus otherwise the ring won’t be able to track him.”


Silence falls and after a couple more moments I am able to get a hit on where Barry has taken Superman. Yes! I turn around to signal to Mr. Spooky that I’ve got a hit when I see him fall to the ground. What? Why’s he collapsed? He doesn’t actually need blood does he?


I thought he said he wasn’t a vampire?


As I look up from the unconscious Batman on the floor I notice that Wonder Woman is awake and she’s got hold of her sword, gee I wonder if she had anything to do with Batman being knocked unconscious?


“Hey you’re awa….”


Before I can try to speak to her, she leaps forward at me with her sword and I’m only just able to block her blade by forming a construct of my own. Damn that was close. I try to talk some sense to hopefully get her to put her blade down but it’s no good and before long she comes at me with another strike. Nice try Princess but you’re no match for the power of a Green Lantern…..


My friend Virginia G. Piper said "D.O.J. always wins. Always..."


Unfortunately, after my visit with the high-on-gabapentin Nazi Registered Nurse Practitioner Chris Hardigan, at Family Health Center in Columbia Mo, I know D.O.J. does NOT always win. he couldn't even grasp basic mathematics. I made sure that my legal counsel was connected, on a phone they donated to me for this express purpose, so they could record the visit. that's how they are all recorded. I never use my phone. Their identities are privileged, and protected. So are any phones in their names. That way the feds have no idea who they are so that they will not suffer retaliation the way Chad did for helping me blow the whistle on local shit. one such attorney suffered from the gabapentin, as well. She too was forced to take it, or nothing from her pain. She has a bleeding disorder so NSAIDS were out of the question. I have a bleeding disorder, stomach problems from 30 years of IBU use, congestive heart failure, and burnt up veins from years of IV Vancomycin as a result of the tib/fib compound fracture as a result of the forceful prescription of Neurontin. Yet even Boone Hospital Center & University of Missouri will say take IBU, or suffer...


I know 2 women who are being forced to take gabapentin even though they complain of suicidal depression, and tendencies. C.A.S.S. serves as the Maricopa County health department in Phoenix. The refuse to prescribe it because of the abuse, withdrawal, and suicidal side effects.


Millions, upon millions, of individuals have died long, slow, physically and mentally torturous deaths because of the Nazi-like passion of practitioners such as Chris Hardigan R.N.P., Megan Cates M.D., and Dr. Parks who practice at the Boone County Health Department.


I said the same thing about tramadol back in 1998-2002.


They called me crazy. Millions died from that drug, too. Now, last month I was vindicated when tramadol was made a scheduled narcotic.


My point is that they are all poisons. Everyone responds to them differently, much to NURSE Hartigan's disagreement, and the drug companies, and doctors, always plead guilty to the inevitable criminal charges for reckless endangerment of human life. They never get prison time. They write a $500,000,000 check. However, they have still profited by about 59.5 Billion dollars.


This is called a cost benefits analyses. It's very profitable to murder millions via mass genocide with the help of idiots (not idiot savant... just plain IDIOTS) like the Family Health Center, and University of Missouri practitioners than to spare these already suffering individuals their lives.


That Adolf Hitler style approaches to the human dilemma of crippling pain.


At we all know that hydrocodone, codeine, and now tramadol, are dangerous. We know to monitor them carefully and how to treat the problems should they arise.


They are wolves in wolves clothing. They are openly and notoriously medications that must be used with caution.


Bextra, Durant, Ultram, Vioxx, Darvocet, Depakote, Celebrex, Motrin, Neurontin/gabapentin caused me problems.


4 have finally been yanked off the market.


As a holocaust survivor, who almost lost both legs, spent years in a wheelchair, fought the chronic M.R.S.A. in my bloodstream via Vancomycin and PIC lines, I will choose the poison that has benefits which outweigh it's poisonous side effects.


I've earned the fucking right.


George W. Bush climbed in bed with Pfizer Pharmaceuticals to win his Presidential elections. That's why the genocidal pharmaceutical reps don't go to prison... Despite their 1000's of criminal convictions.


I just watched the Eric Garner 'I can't breathe' video. I put it off because I knew I would very much relate to it, even as a F.E.M.A.L.E. of Irish & Native American descent. The 'Trail of Tears' is far from over for any of us... This article is dedicated in loving memory to Eric Garner, Micheal Brown, Trayvon Martin, and Matthew A. Nestle all of whom died very unnecessary & brutal deaths due to profiling based on prejudices & bigotry.


Since I too, have damn near died as a result of these same bigoted attitudes because I am an autistic savant, I extend my prodigious condolences to the surviving families of Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Matthew A Nestle, and Trayvon Martin.


I am too ill to go to the beautiful New York City wearing an "I Can't Breathe!" t-shirt to stand in peaceful protest. I am about to handprint some of my own t-shirts with fabric dye.


Today, I am bedridden with excruciating pelvic, back and pain in places you'd shudder to know about because of multiple uterine tumors. I had medicated, and sat in my recliner, and said to myself "I hurt so bad I CAN'T BREATHE!" The autism makes the pain even more ungodly because it's another form of sensory overload. This causes rapid heart rate, or tachycardia. This makes breathing very uncomfortable. I have two inhalers that I have to use. With the savant syndrome, the pain triggers a satellite view of the memories of why I still have the tumors inside of me in the first place...


These tumors were deliberately untreated because of police, doctor, homeless shelter staff, and social workers profiling me. They decided that I didn't deserve treatment, to continue to be able to work and get an obamacare plan to be able to pay for the tests, a very necessary biopsy, or even to know about these tumors.


I am not attempting to trivialize the very unnecessary deaths of the aforementioned victims of police profiling. I am rewriting this article to authenticate that the suffocation of minorities via various forms of oppression & Hitlers Nazi Germany starvation tactics through network-centric warfare (social networking a.k.a. Sovereignty Commissions) is a serious epidemic that has amassed a holocaust via countless deaths adding up to mass genocide. I am a Neurontin/gabapentin Holocaust Survivor perpetuated by U.S. President George W. Bush & University of Missouri Hospital, Green Meadows Clinic, Family Counseling Center & Boone Hospital Center, and millions of other hospitals and prescribers WORLDWIDE (per the Washington Post, Wall Street Journal, Bloomberg Report, Huffington Post, Reuters) climbing in bed with Pfizer Pharmaceuticals for financial kickbacks. I'm sad to say that I have clients who are still being pushed this suicide drug responsible for millions of deaths by Dr. Parks, and Chris Hartigan R.N.P. at Family Health Center. I watched as 9 of my neighbors all tagged as 'Mentally Ill' died on this medication


That said I am autistic, with a savant syndrome. It's a 'syndrome' for many reasons. We suffer unimaginable reprisals for regurgitating truths no one cares to hear. I have a passion for humanitarian causes like abolitionism, the abolishment of police profiling, discrimination by anyone especially in any public or federally funded entity like hospitals, etc. All of these get adults & even worse, children killed. There is no bigger atrocity than the untimely death of a child via the hatred & prejudices of allegedly 'educated', licensed, and certified professionals.


Here's some 'Autism Speaks' for you...


First, I have a very big attitude of gratitude. I have a tremendous success with my investigations, here, in Columbia, MO; Home of the University of Missouri Tigers which is The Capital Seat of the U.S.A.'s Rapist Culture. Very much like Birmingham was to the racist rapist-minded south back in Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s days of attempted peaceful protests to assert civil & basic human rights. Even the human right specialists haven't got a clue. I have that on record, several times, with 2. One still works for the local Human Rights Commission. The other had to resign. It's becoming quite obvious as to why.


These bigoted rapist racist attitudes falsely & deliberately 'perceived' these assertions as 'aggression' and the authorities that be got violent via 'unnecessary uses of force. They wanted an excuse to act like racist/prejudiced assholes. The same way University Of Missouri Hospital's LCSW Beth O., R.N. Kelly Isaacs, their ASS. Clinical Director Rona, and the rest of the staff did when they put their hands on me for wanting to take 5 seconds to inventory my OTHER electronics after they had sat on the counter unattended for a very long time. "sure, Ms. Moore. Here's your bag... Everything there? Great. Be safe!" A few seconds of diplomacy would have avoided my wrist injury that is still swollen!


That same obtuse attitude chosen by LCSW Beth O., Charge Nurse Kelly Isaacs R.N was perpetuated by Rachel Skrall? of the Lois Bryant House whom MO C.A.S.A. Attorney Ruth O.Neill was recorded stating Rachel was 'well connected to the medical community'. Ruth stated, on record, that Rachel made phone calls with concerns about my well-being based on alleged 'aberrant behaviors' on a day that I hadn't even seen Rachel, as she was Jefferson City for her anniversary, and I spent the morning with Ruth and an actual LICENSED E.R. medical doctor. If these child molesting M.U. doctors truly believed that I was in distress they were obligated by law to intervene. They did not. They knew damn well I was fine, Ruth vigorously agreed in front of my friend Julien that I was getting 'Whistleblower Retaliation' for going public about the criminal malpractices & open admitted (on record) discriminations of many licensed 'caregivers' listed below.


If my use of the quote "I Can't Breathe" spoken by Eric Garner offends you, then I challenge you to be billed for thousands of dollars worth of criminal medical malpractices, remain in uncontrollable bleeding, swelling, with throbbing pain in your back, rectum, genitals, partial paralysis in that you feel like your legs are made of Jello, periodic urinary & bowel incontinence all from nerve encroachment from tumors in your uterus. It's parallel to these doctors, nurses, and social workers repeatedly smashing me in the crotch & back with a baseball bat. You, too, would do some analysis to make sense of your pain if all you were autistic and all you had was a savant memory to help you cope...


So, let the "I Can't Breathe"s' begin.


'I can't breathe' to Laura McHugh! That's from an autistic prodigious savant child sex trafficking survivor (me) that's quite pissed that you raped another survivor of her story of repeated brutal rapes, getting her vagina sewn shut & child trafficking. You raped her of her own story because you're not talented enough to come up with YOUR OWN story.


On that note, "I can't breathe"! to your publishers Spiegel & Grau, and those major booksellers who sell that piece of shit 'The Weight of Blood' for you. Like, Barnes & Noble, Books A Million, Kindle, etc.


"I Can't Breathe!" to all the trafficking non-for-profits who are in bed with Laura McHugh. They promote her book, and she makes appearances at their fundraisers. That Makes them, i.e. the Central Missouri Stop Human Trafficking Coalition & Rescue Innocence (both of whom need serious overhauling and attitude adjustments), equally as guilty of exploiting that Lebanon MO trafficking victim as Laura McHugh, her publishers, and those booksellers profiting from the sale of her books. My E.M.D.R. therapist and I discussed the serious & possibly criminal shortcomings of advocates from both of these organizations.


"I can't breathe"! To the Orange County Florida Assistant State's Attorneys that gave child rapists Richard Edwin Beasley 30 years probation??? AFTER filing and winning all those motions that guaranteed about 30 years in prison???


Beasley, a U.S. Navy trained (Vietnam) child rapist who liked his victims under the age of 5 and preferably in diapers is now doing 20 years because I was the 'U.S. Navy trained special operator' he couldn't outsmart, Scott Rozear Mason - doing 40 years for killing a teen boy because the U.S. Navy Officer probation officer whose life I saved, Pensacola Police department, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the I.R.S. Criminal Investigations Division, the U.S. Department of Homeland Security, and Orange County Florida States Attorney's profiled their own key witness who infiltrated a criminal organization of pedophiles and made them look like the incompetent neuro-normal non-savants that they are, and decided to bury me and erase me vis Brady Violations as an unpaid autistic savant agent of the state who was immunized from prosecution.


Scott Mason's child pornographer & racketeering pedophile father John R. Mason of Pensacola Florida was the money man for that criminal organization. You can read a more formal 'lapdog publishing' Associated Press news account in Pensacola News Journal & Tallahassee Democrat articles. Everyone seems to like mine more, though. I do 'watchdog' publishing with vetted/recorded info.


"I Can't Breathe!' to Brandon O'Rourke, a Peoria (Phoenix) AZ & Colorado McDonald's Restaurant franchisee (O'Rourke Investment Group) who threatens false criminal sanctions VIA EMAIL for reporting Title VII & A.D.A. Violations to the E.E.O.C. He openly discriminated against an African American female member of management who was helping me. He also retaliates against under-age females who suffer through sexual harassment on the clock at his store. His GM Amber Mortenson hates the elderly, and anyone of Mexican, Hispanic, or any non-Caucasian nationalities. Amber throws food at their head (they barely spoke English) when they don't make Big Mac's right. That's according to others in the McDonald's at 91st Ave & Union Hills management! The E.E.O.C. didn't hesitate to file charges. A copy of the actual charge can be found in this stream. Just click on the 'Boycott McDonald's Restaurants' tag and you'll see it.


"I can't breathe" to Rachel @ Lois Bryant House, who lied her ass off to the medical community to insure that I didn't get proper treatment for my symptoms we now know was caused by these tumors. According to a recorded conversation with attorney Ruth O'Neill, Rachel didn't bother to tell Ruth the truth about my very conservative use of pain meds, and projecting her addiction disorders onto me even though all the evidence was to the contrary.


Seeking behaviors and addictions are a necessity for upwardly mobile children & adults. It's what we seek & get addicted to that decides if it's a healthy drive (addiction) or an unhealthy drive (disorder). Read Robert Wright's book 'The Moral Animal'. We choose to be disorderly in seeking destructive/obstructive gratifications or constructive/progressive gratifications. Our choices are based on our formative years.


Having a happy & healthy childhood with helpful nurturing adults imprints a seeking/addiction to happy, healthy, helpful, nurturing habits as an adult.


The seeking of any narcotic, intoxicating, or mood altering drug by addicts & alcoholics is one extremely popular manifestation of a displacement of seeking the healthy nurturing gratifying behaviors. I say there are no true diseases of addiction. Addictions are inherently necessary for a progressive society. Addictions to drugs, acting out child abuses, acting out adult rape, or any other predatory behaviors, sexual or otherwise are simply manifestations of Stockholm Syndrome or trauma bonding.


This is an epidemic in our American Capitalist Economy. Rachel Skrall, probably her friends at Edible Arrangements, and I'm guessing Ruth O'Neil. Another manifestation of the abuses Rachel claims she has survived, is her practice of very unqualified and bad medicine without a license.


The very hateful, discriminating, prejudiced, and bigoted Rachel thinks because she has a TEEN BOY the teachers are calling 'gifted', (I saw no evidence of that) that she's qualified to deliberately lie her ass off about this TRULY GIFTED AUTISTIC FEMALE PRODIGIOUS SAVANT because she's jealous of my friendship (understanding) with MO CASA child advocate attorney Ruth O'Neill. That very day that Rachel said I was behaving badly Ruth was visiting very pleasantly with me and inviting me to dog shows. We spent a great deal of the morning discussing my lifes work. So, when I arrived back home, and it was very much a wonderful home to me rat turds, dog sweat funk, and all... and Ruth was visibly upset I knew that Rachel had made her move. She had been angling & posturing for quite some time. Namely after I told her I recorded her beloved Green Meadows Clinics Dr. Hanna Gov-ari's criminal malpractices. And I told her how I so enjoyed the look of horror on Dr. Gov-ari's face when I picked up my blank screened phone, activated the screen and let her see the bouncing mock needle from my audio recorder. The silence was deafening.


I believe that this was when Rachel launched her propaganda campaign to starve me out of Columbia by making sure I didn't get the medical care the law provides for. Asst. Clinical Director Rona snitched Rachel out in saying "There's a shelter, here, you can go to..."


How'd she know? I signed no releases for them to speak with anyone at any shelter. I told Beth O. expressly that the paralysis and pain made those steps too dangerous for me. I had already fallen from the partial paralysis, and experienced incontinence from it. I told Rachel immediately of the fall, and of my symptoms. She knew about the out-of-control bleeding, searing pelvic, rectal, back and groin pain that shoots down my legs. i was in tears the morning Jeff took me to the hospital.


If Rachel were a qualified diagnostician she'd have guessed I had uterine tumors even without the ultrasound the way Beth Sweeney F.N.P. did before she saw the July ultrasound that showed the tumors that all the hospitals & clinics refused to tell me about. Rachel Skrall has a biology degree that probably over 20 years old. Teaches part-time and meddles and snitches on the homeless people FULL-TIME. And it's 'snitching' because it's all BULLSHIT she's made up, or misdiagnosed.


For the record: no 'addict' can go day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year, of vetted extremely conservative use of pain meds. That's why I insist on my caregivers doing pill counts. It's called 'vetting'. They authenticate my assertions. Addicts have no self-control when it comes to intoxicants, and if they do manage to control themselves, it's very short-lived. I know this because I've been studying the male & female alcoholic & drug addicted child molesters/traffickers for DECADES Most of them are not child sexual abusers. They do let me know who the 'Chester's are, though.


"But, Heather, your so S.M.A.R.T.!!!" I've been told.


Exactly. As are most R.E.A.L. addicts. Their intelligence is compromised by their addiction D.I.S.O.R.D.E.R.S. True addicts cannot control themselves no matter how smart they are... S.M.A.R.T. is as smart does. Active predatory A.D.D.I.C.T.S. are as active predatory addicts do... They tend to possess linear perceptions that tend to make them believe everyone is as sick, and idiotic as them. I have many educated predatory addicts, like doctors, lawyers, social workers, homeless shelter staff - most of whom claim to be 'recovering' addicts, asserting this logic on audio recordings. Truly recovering addicts & alcoholics KNOW that 'Perception' is not 'reality' and worry about what's going on with themselves... If the addict is still projecting their own sickness into others they are NOT 'recovering'. They are in active addiction, themselves, even if they are not 'imbibing' and are therefore completely out of touch with reality. They are still acting 'insanely' by doing stupid shit, expecting no consequences from doing the stupid shit. Or, trying to hustle their way out of the consequences... I've observed them doing this for decades, as well. They know that they do it...


"I can't breathe!" to Boone Hospital Center's Dr. Heredia & Dr. Scott for refusing to tell me about the tumors that were on an emergency ultrasound, ordered for continued severe bleeding, back, rectal, genital, pelvic, & leg pain, and for refusing to refer me to proper gyn specialists, refusing proper treatment, telling me to go back to AZ for treatment, yet, refuse to keep me working so I could afford medical care.


They just wanted me gone. Most likely because Kristy, at Edible Arrangements, was apparently worried about getting 'wet' for me when she was about to get married to another bitch. A skinny bitch, I'm a fat bitch, now...


"I can't breathe" to the Boone Hospital Center nurse who was just recorded rushing me to lay back, in ungodly pain, and let her shove a catheter in my crotch. She waited until my advocate, a former human rights investigator left the room, but forgot in her agitation that the phone on the floor was RECORDING everything. That's to say she was recorded violating a municipal criminal ordinance, Chapter 12, in a public accommodation that falls under Chapter 12 jurisdiction.


Great big "I can't breath!" to University of Missouri MSW LCSW Beth O., Kelly Isaacs R.N., Dr. Ithman, and the E.R. doctors that were unknowingly video recorded deliberately refusing to properly treat per wound care, and antibiotics, for an autistic female they know is colonized with M.R.S.A. because they ran the blood cultures back in 2001. I didn't go into the University of Missouri or Boone Hospital Centers to claim abuse. I went in for standard, minimal help with the autism. I talked to them calmly & respectfully. I went into the toilet to change out the law offices phone batteries (no place to charge it in private) and make sure the audio recording app was getting E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.




That's what they get for doing an unnecessary 96 committal of an autistic prodigy who had unbearable pain from multiple tumors. I told them to send for Boone's records. If they didn't then that's another form of malpractice. When I told them I was an investigator for attorney's, and friends with a woman I believed was D.O.J. supervisor they wrote me up as psychotic... Now, once I saw a veteran provider, not the student/resident psych, and boldly told him he could listen to a few voicemails he looked a bit piqued, declined, and discharged me from the hospital without antibiotics for the raging cellulosis developed while in their hospital. Told me they'd get me a bus ticket to Kansas "They are good with autism in Kansas" says Dr. Ithman. Even though they have the Thompson Center, here. Not that it's any good...


They refused a ticket because Beth O. was recorded bragging about lying to admin, and tried, instead, to get me into a personal staff members car with 2 staff members who were going to drop me off way out of town at a truck stop where the Greyhound stopped, but the Clinical Director refused to document this in my discharge instructions. Instead they falsely wrote that a friend in AZ was sending me a bus ticket. Obviously to cover their asses in case I actually got into that car. The friend they wrote this about was Virginia, the human trafficking investigator, who knows damn well I did no such thing. Didn't even have her new number until I got out.


They didn't know I was making audio files with a phone UNDER my double DD's. I didn't tell Virginia that, either. I had to maintain a social firewall between us to be able to do my work. I didn't need her getting worried and intervening & thus blowing my cover. She taught U.S. Navy special forces. She probably ultimately taught me the basics via whomever taught my U.S. Navy father during Vietnam.


I just took it to a different level before i was a teenager... Prodigiously. Now, the feds have ALMOST caught up. They got the basics by sending in feds to hospitals, homeless shelters, and drug treatment clinics and present with what looks like a valid needs for services. Now, I need to teach them how to do multiple interviews and rapid mathematics applications. Virginia is smart enough to get it, and teach it.


Now, back to my "I can't breathe!"s...


That big M.U. Tigers "I can't breathe" also applies to Green Meadows Clinics Dr.'s Hanna Gov-ari & Alicia Ludden who were also recorded refusing to keep me working, examine, order tests, imaging, or previous medical records to find out about the tumors...


The doctors are going to blame Kristy L. Jacoby, or Rachel Skrall? at the rodent infested Lois Bryant House. Rachel eats Cheetos in bed while she plays on her iPad, and iPhone, and then bitches about the mice in her bed. The house is literally covered in mouse turds. And stinks like funky ass dog sweat. I had safer, more sanitary sleeping conditions on the church porch during my street investigation that got a missing 15 year old boy identified as a trafficking victim. I emailed a contact at CPD, and Ruth. He was. trafficked by St. Louis, and his junkie side-kick the bullshit 'rape' victim K2 Junkie 'Baby' (Barbara) who everyone refused to fuck because she refused to bathe. That pussy was cuttin' up, too. As was her breath.


Anyway, Kristy & Rachel will blame each other. After they've all snitched each other out, and they and the doctors have all confessed to malpractices via trying to blame me somehow (the audio is going to prove priceless, here) they'll all write me checks. They'll do like Rachel and say my autism affect made them feel threatened, or they saw 'aberrant behavior' which is all based on their prejudices & bigotry. The same way white folks felt threatened by 'negro's' back in the day, saying stupid shit about how they smelled, and sweated profusely, as a reason to make them drink from different water fountains, use different bathrooms, and set at the back of the bus. Again, Podunk perceptions are not reality. I hope Adam Kruse, the investigator at the City of Columbia Mayors office educates himself before he takes emotional sides with this popular perception against protected persons with autism & savant syndrome, makes excuses for the offenders, again, and has to recuse himself as the investigator of my complaints of discrimination against Harbor Freight Tools, Boone Hospital Center, and unlicensed landlord Katy Young (107 Anderson St) who thinks that she is entitled to a $186. accidental over-payment because I'm autistic.


If I were a white male, they'd be placing a Nobel Prize around my neck. But, I'm a homosexual female...


Kristy had a responsibility to actually examine ME. Like Dr. Gov-ari , Dr. Alicia Ludden, and Dr. Megan Cates, Kristy refused. I tried to tell her the truth and save face. She refused to pick up the phone. So, "I didn't know" isn't a valid excuse. Willful ignorance is a deliberate choice. Apparently she was afraid she'd smile, beam, giggle, and bite her bottom lip at me, and get wet like she used to 16 1/2 years ago. I don't care how Podunk or how old her degree is, Kristy is smart enough to know that 16 1/2 years, and love letters from a prodigious social activist isn't enough to make a sound clinical decision.


Kristy L. Jacoby was about to get married into a 'Keeping up with the Jones' LGBT wedding with a baby head shrink with the ass the size of a 13 year old who tweets stupid shit.


If Kristy shot her mouth off, she also violated H.I.P.A.A., since she chose a 'clinical' approach. But, not... No exam, no claim of a clinical evaluation. However, she chose to maintain a clinical approach so she chose to violate H.I.P.A.A.


Regardless of her possible colossal fuck-ups, and Rachel's for-sure fuck-ups per recorded statements from attorney Ruth O'Neill, these physicians had an obligation to do a thorough evaluation, examination, and make a proper diagnosis based on current MEDICAL EVIDENCE. They charged me for having done this, yet the audio, and LACK of tests, ultrasounds, etc. prove they fraudulently charged me. Then they stuck a stamp on it and dropped it into the U.S.P.S. postal service. That made it federal criminal offenses. Besides the Chapter 12 criminal A.D.A. Violations.


Kristy's indiscretions were in the interest of preserving the integrity of her marriage. Therefore her fuck-ups are forgiven. I'd certainly defend my marriage to her, or any future female, passionately, regardless of who got pissed. It's not forgotten because I'm setting on multiple unbiopsied tumors many months later because of their mouths, malpractices, discrimination's, and Podunk understandings & projections. Kristy never could 'hold her nuts' when it came to me... Here, she would argue "That was 16 1/2 years ago! I was only 28 and you were a super-cute prodigy!"


Exactly my point.


Kristy likely based her 'evaluations' on bogus Intel she was fed over a DECADE AND A HALF ago. Plus, from '98-2005 I was forced to take the now famous criminally marketed (they plead guilty) suicide drug Neurontin, now called gabapentin. Kristy knows this. I wrote to her about it, and discussed it on the phone with her BEFORE Temple Grandin lectured about it on YouTube.


Even WITH the bullshit letters ( to maintain my cover) she was still obligated to do a thorough evaluation before making any clinical assertions. She acted on 16 1/2 year old BAD Intel from when we were young, dumb, and full of come... Or I was full of forced Neurontin by The Family Counseling Center doctors. Probably because their staff KNEW I was following 3 child sex trafficking drug addicted/trafficking mothers through the systems that they manipulate. Robin McCartney complained that I was lying to the junkies... "They don't deserve to be lied to..." Robin says.


"They lie to each other all fucking day long, lie to you & the rest of the staff all fucking day long, and let their dealers molest their kids, and lie about that, too! They don't deserve my respect, my trust, or for me to turn a blind eye to protect them.. Y.O.U. have to protect them. I do not. I have kids to protect..."


"Let's talk about that... Why you use your talents to protect children..."


And we did.


When these physicians/social workers roll on Kristy & Rachel, as I don't see them writing me personal checks to save Rachel & Kristy's asses. Even though she, and her wife Kristen Clark, has likely sat on most of these doctors faces. Possibly at the same time. I dubbed Kristy as the most beautiful, and sexiest woman on the planet. That was based on when she made smart decisions. She screwed the pooch on that. She climbed into her prejudices, ignorance, and climbed up Kristen Clark's teeny weeny teenager ass and thereby hogtied the entire medical community over a piece of pussy. I never dubbed Kristy to be the smartest woman on the planet.


COMO has a couple of other females that could qualify as 'Most Beautiful Woman on The Planet'. Or 'Sexiest Woman On The Planet'... But, one must be S.M.A.R.T. to qualify.


S.M.A.R.T. is as S.M.A.R.T. does.


S.MA.R.T. doesn't mean perfect. S.M.A.R.T. is making innocent mistakes and rapidly repairing the situation... Not perpetuating the same idiotic & obtuse behavior, repeating the same stupid shit, albeit different approaches, and expecting different results. Which sounds like addictive behavior, per the literature on it... Those who see addictive behaviors in everyone are usually linear thinkers with addiction disorders.


I see happy, healthy, smart, well-meaning, ethical people. In everyone. Like myself, and my best friends Darla, and Virginia. Whom I get along with perfectly.


It's only after individuals have repeatedly done S.T.U.P.I.D. shit, unapologetically, that the sum total of their actions & inaction's, add up to something sick, morbid, junkie-like, etc. At that point, depending on the amount of damage, collateral damages, and potentially irreparable harm that these fucking bozos cause (usually formally educated rednecks-lesbians included) I start low, and come high with my systems analysis. By the time I'm half-way up their begging me to stop. However, unlike them I do nothing half-assed. I complete the tasks they have pushed me into, despite their pleas for mercy, and dispense social justices as I damn well see fit.


Otherwise known as 'giving them a taste of their own medicine'.


'Revenge' isn't the motivator. Making the offenders recoil, motivating them to change their approach, and thus 'correcting' their destructive behaviors is the ultimate goal. I was trained to be a U.S. Navy Officer as a child. I was married to a corrections officer for about a decade. Whom I never 'cheated' on. Females have a tendency to periodically change the definition of 'cheating' for me... My prodigious passion brings a superhuman dynamic with it. Good times! So, when I'm told "Heather! Quit!" I just look pitiful and say, "Yes, Dear, now please set on my face..."




I'll own that piece of shit honeymoon cottage, decorated by Bed Bath & Beyond that Edible Arrangements 'Fruit Designer' (per Vox Magazine) Kristy L. Jacoby & Kristen Clark borrowed $130,000 from Flat Branch Mortgage to buy? Or flip? Kristy has been associated with several properties. Another with a Melissa K. Phelps. Anyway, I'll sell it, and build two much bigger custom homes. Plus have about $20K for decorating, which I'll do myself, via up-cycled art, & furniture, that I make. I'll then let her and her wifey-poo live in one.


If my new wife let's me. I am not remarried, however, I will be before I start building houses regardless of how much cash I have accumulated in an untouchable trust account from multiple settlements.


A huge chunk of which was going to go to the Central Missouri Stop Human Trafficking Coalition IF they cut all ties to Laura McHugh. However, they have two volunteers who don't seem to grasp the concept of boundaries, retaliate against whistleblowers when they get recorded doing criminal misrepresentations for the sake of personal glory, and ask for donations for fraudulent & personal purposes. That retaliation that I recorded counts as discrimination. One moved from Rescue Innocence, to CMSHTC. That had been planned by another dilettante volunteer, according to her. She was recorded stating as much. That 'manipulative' angling in organizations promising help to survivors really pisses me off. Yet, one CMSHTC advocate was recorded stating that we survivors "are so manipulative"


Oh! Really? That would be the pot calling the kettle black.


I damn sure won't hear that "We are all on the same team..." "We are all working towards the same goal..." manipulative horseshit. I've been creating exits for several decades longer than CMSHTC has been in existence. Longer than many of them have been born onto this planet. I've certainly made more in the way of personal sacrifices. I sacrificed personal relationships, lovers, friends, my civil liberties, housing, food, cold water, MY own personal safety to insure the safety of children and cops, not to mention a glorious career as a lecturer, mathematics prodigy, physician, attorney, musician, vocalist, and anything else I may have done had I NOT survived child sex trafficking. Teammates are as teammates DO. If you're doing stupid, criminal shit for personal rewards that compromises the integrity of a team that is responsible for the lives of children & adults who've had enough of that shit already then YOU are the selfish 'I' that doesn't exist in word T.E.A.M. At that point, I will assert the 'I' that exists in Team Captain and set your ass straight for the benefit of my 'kids'.


Oh! Yes! Let's not forget to say "I can't breathe!" to the 90% H.U.D. funded Salvation Army's Harbor House who was repeatedly recorded attempting to steal clients medications, actually stealing clients meds ON CAMERA in a locked room only staff had access to, ASS. Director Dele Williams, Director Brenda Stanek, Caseworkers Crackhead Tammy & M.S.W. Renita, and some pregnant idiot for retaliating ON RECORD against autistic clients for asserting A.D.A. violations & reporting successful criminal drug diversion by staff...


"I can't breathe!", again, to Kristy L. Jacoby (but you can still set on my face if I'm still single when you get froggy), your wife (the oral sex invitation does NOT extend to her as I am not a pederast,) and an "I can't breathe!" to Edible Arrangements drunken driving owner Krista M. Davis. A future head shrink at that who used the money made from you idiots purchasing disgustingly overpriced fruit to buy her way out of felony convictions & prison time.


Oh, yeah, "I can't breathe", too, Dr. Megan Cates, and Chris Hartigan R.N.P., and the suicide drug gabapentin pushing Dr. Parks at Family Health Center. Cates & Hartigan, both of whom refused to do proper GYN evaluations, on record, and know absolutely nothing about autism. They both PROUDLY subscribe to the rapist culture approaches, Nazi style propaganda campaigns, ISIS terrorist tactics, and K.K.K. attitudes perpetuated by University of Missouri. They both seem to believe everything, and NOTHING, the drug companies tell them.


I will let Chris do my breast exam. I won't have to worry about ejaculating in my shorts when he puts his hands on my boobs... He's too fucking ugly to make my G-spot swell up, and collapse around my Skene's gland... Not that it would matter, he's probably never seen female ejaculate as he most likely has no idea how to get a woman relaxed enough to get aroused enough to get an erect G-spot. He's too fucking stoned on gabapentin...


These police and doctors do get lot's of sensitivity training, and standard operating procedures & policies do demand that safety is first. A proper approach would have been:


"Hi! Mr. Garner. How are you, today? I see you're in distress, do you need any medical attention? Can we get some paramedics here for you? Can we do, or not do anything, to assist your breathing discomfort in any way?"


I know there are those who fake symptoms, however, those of us with real medical issues don't have to pay for the stupid crap that others do! Protocol advises that you err on the side of caution.


As a very skilled interviewer/investigator I know that if you err on the side of caution they eventually stop the faking of the symptoms, calm down, and cooperate with proper, respectful approaches. That's one of the many reasons I was immunized, and made an agent of the Law Offices of Chad Cronon J.D., amongst other juris doctorates he introduced me to. They picked up where he left off due to 'personal' issues. Chad's a gifted legal scholar, and specialist in A.D.A. and the Appropriate Application of Affirmative Action. Chad got his masters in Birmingham...

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Rama (/ˈrɑːmə/; Sanskrit: राम Rāma) also known as Raghava, is the seventh avatar of the Hindu god Vishnu, and a king of Ayodhya. Rama is also the protagonist of the Hindu epic Ramayana, which narrates his idealistic ideas and his greatness. Rama is one of the many popular figures and deities in Hinduism, specifically Vaishnavism and Vaishnava religious scriptures in South and Southeast Asia. Along with Krishna, Rama is considered to be one of the most important avatars of Vishnu. In a few Rama-centric sects, he is considered the Supreme Being, rather than an avatar.


Born as the eldest son of Kausalya and Dasharatha, king of Ayodhya, Rama is referred to within Hinduism as Maryada Purushottama, literally the Perfect Man or Lord of Self-Control or Lord of Virtue. His wife Sita is considered by Hindus to be an avatar of Lakshmi and the embodiment of perfect womanhood.


Rama's life and journey is one of adherence to dharma despite harsh tests and obstacles and many pains of life and time. For the sake of his father's honour, Rama abandons his claim to Ayodhaya's throne to serve an exile of fourteen years in the forest. His wife Sita and brother Lakshmana decide to join him, and all three spend the fourteen years in exile together. While in exile, Sita is kidnapped by Ravana, the Rakshasa monarch of Lanka. After a long and arduous search, Rama fights a colossal war against Ravana's armies. In a war of powerful and magical beings, greatly destructive weaponry and battles, Rama slays Ravana in battle and liberates his wife. Having completed his exile, Rama returns to be crowned king in Ayodhya and eventually becomes emperor, rules with happiness, peace, duty, prosperity and justice - a period known as Ram Rajya.

The legend of Rama is deeply influential and popular in the societies of the Indian subcontinent and across South East Asia. Rama is revered for his unending compassion, courage and devotion to religious values and duty.



The name Rama appears repeatedly in Hindu scriptures. Besides the name of the protagonist of the Ramayana (subject of the current article), the name is also given to other heroes including Parashu-Rama (Bhargava Rama) and Balarama (Bala-Rama).


In the Vishnu sahasranama, Rama is the 394th name of Vishnu. In the interpretation of Adi Shankara's commentary, translated by Swami Tapasyananda of the Ramakrishna Mission, Rama has two meanings: the supreme Brahman who is the eternally blissful spiritual Self in whom yogis delight, or the One (i.e., Vishnu) who out of His own will assumed the enchanting form of Rama, the son of Dasaratha.


Other names of Rama include Ramavijaya (Javanese), Phreah Ream (Khmer), Phra Ram (Lao and Thai), Megat Seri Rama (Malay), Raja Bantugan (Maranao) and Ramar (Tamil).


The greatness of chanting of Rama's name is mentioned in the Ramacharitamanasa.


In Sanskrit, the word Rama (राम) means 'charming'. The name is commonly given to male in India and Nepal.


Some of the popular names of Rama are:


Rama - charming

Ramachandra - Rama with a moon Raghava - descendent of Raghu

Siyaavar - husband of Sita

Ayodhyapati - king of Ayodhya

Dashrathaputra - son of Dasharatha

Maryada-Purushottam - best ideal man


Dashrathi - Son of King Dashrath



The primary source of the life and journey of Rama is the epic Ramayana as composed by the Rishi Valmiki. The Vishnu Purana also recounts Rama as Vishnu's seventh avatar, and in the Bhagavata Purana, ninth skandha, adhyayas 10 & 11, the story of the Ramayana is again recounted in brief up to and including the slaying of Ravana and Prince Rama's return to Ayodhya. Additionally, the tales of Rama are reverently spoken of in the Mahabharata. The earliest documentation of Ram is in the Buddhist text of Dasharatha Jataka.


Composition of Ramayana in its current form is usually dated to 7th - 4th Century BCE. However, other scriptures in Sanskrit also reflect the life of Ramayana. The followers of Madhvacharya believe that an older version of the Ramayana, the mula-Ramayana, previously existed. They consider it to have been more authoritative than the version by Valmiki. Another important shortened version of the epic in Sanskrit is the Adhyatma Ramayana. The seventh century CE Sanskrit "Bhatti's Poem" Bhaṭṭikāvya of Bhatti who lived in Gujarat, is a retelling of the epic that simultaneously illustrates the grammatical examples for Pāṇini's Aṣṭādhyāyī as well as the major figures of speech and the Prakrit language.


Versions of the Ramayana exist in most major Indian languages; examples that elaborate on the life, deeds and divine philosophies of Rama include the epic poem Ramavataram by the 12th-century poet Kambar in Tamil, and Ramcharitmanas, a Hindi version of the Ramayana by the 16th-century saint, Tulsidas. Contemporary versions of the Ramayana include Sri Ramayana Darshanam by Kuvempu in Kannada and Ramayana Kalpavruksham by Viswanatha Satyanarayana in Telugu, both of which have been awarded the Jnanpith Award. The epic has transformed across the diverse regions of India, which boast their own unique languages and cultural traditions.


The essential tale of Rama has also spread across Southeast Asia, and evolved into unique renditions of the epic – incorporating local history, folktales, religious values as well as unique features from the languages and literary discourse. The Kakawin Ramayana of Java, Indonesia, the Ramakavaca of Bali, Hikayat Seri Rama of Malaysia, Maradia Lawana of the Philippines, Ramakien of Thailand (which calls him Phra Ram) are great works with many unique characteristics and differences in accounts and portrayals of the legend of Rama. The legends of Rama are witnessed in elaborate illustration at the Wat Phra Kaew temple in Bangkok. The national epic of Myanmar, Yama Zatdaw is essentially the Burmese Ramayana, where Rama is named Yama. In the Reamker of Cambodia, Rama is known as Preah Ream. In the Phra Lak Phra Lam of Laos, Gautama Buddha is regarded as an incarnation of Rama.


The mythological sources propose that Rama was born about 1.2 million years ago, during the Treta Yuga, age that lasted 1,296,000 years and his birthday Rama Navami is celebrated in the month of April/May To the Valmiki Ramayana, Rama was born in Ayodhya, India, on 9th day (now celebrated across India as Ram Navami) of Chaitra lunar month (March–April), when Moon and Jupiter were rising in the east in Cancer sign and four other planets (Sun, Mars, Saturn, Venus) were exalted in their exaltation signs. Based on these star alignments, a few astrologers claimed to have calculated the exact date of birth of Lord Rama as 10 January 5114 BC between 12 noon and 1pm.




The Ramayana speaks of how the earth goddess Bhudevi, came to the creator-god Brahma begging to be rescued from evil kings who were plundering her resources and destroying life through bloody wars and evil conduct. The deva (gods) also came to Brahma fearful of the rule of Ravana, the ten-headed rakshasa emperor of Lanka. Ravana had overpowered the devas and now ruled the heavens, the earth and the netherworlds. Although a powerful and noble monarch, he was also arrogant, destructive and a patron of evil doers. He had boons that gave him immense strength and was invulnerable to all living and celestial beings, except man and animals.


Brahma, Bhumidevi and the other gods requested Vishnu, the Preserver, to intervene and free the Earth from Ravana's tyrannical rule. Vishnu promised to kill Ravana by incarnating as a man – the eldest son of Kosala's king Dasharatha. According to the Ramayana, king Dasharata remained childless for a long time and finally decided to perform a putrakameshti yaga under the supervision of the royal priest. During the ritual, Prajapati arose from the sacrificial fire and gave a vessel of sacred potion to Dasharata for distribution to his three wives. The three queens drank the divine potion and conceived four sons: Rama, Bharata, Lakshmana and Shatrughna.

Goddess Lakshmi took birth as Sita in order to accompany her consort Vishnu and was found by king Janaka of Mithila while he was ploughing a field. Vishnu's eternal companion, the Shesha is said to have incarnated as Lakshmana to stay at his Lord's side on earth. Throughout his life, no one, except a few select sages (among which are included Vasishta, Sharabhanga, Agastya and Vishwamitra) know of his destiny. Rama is continually revered by the many sages he encounters through his life, but only the most learned and exalted know of his true identity. At the end of the war between Rama and Ravana, just as Sita passes her Agni pariskha, Brahma, Indra and the gods, the celestial sages and Shiva appear out of the sky. They affirm Sita's purity and ask him to end this terrible test. Thanking the avatar for delivering the universe from the grips of evil, they reveal Rama's divine identity upon the culmination of his mission.


Other scriptures provide other reasons for the avatar. The chastity of Vrinda, wife of the demon Jalandhara, that protects the life of her husband is destroyed by Vishnu by deceit so that Shiva can slay the demon. She curses Vishnu to be born on earth and that in this birth of his, his wife's (Lakshmi as Sita) purity and chastity will be a question in his mind throughout his life and he will be separated from her and live with sadness and grief.


Another legend narrates that Jaya and Vijaya, the gatekeepers of Vishnu, were cursed by the Four Kumaras to be born on earth three lives; Vishnu took avatars each time to free them of their earthy existence. They as born as Ravana and his brother Kumbhakarna, who are both killed by Rama. Also, due to a boon, Kashyapa and Aditi are born as the parents of Rama, Dasharatha and Kausalya. In another version, Svayambhuva Manu and his wife Satarupa are blessed to be born as Rama's parents.


Another tale says that the sage Narada cursed Vishnu to be born on earth as a king, to be helped by monkeys and suffer separation from his wife. Narada also curses Jaya and Vijaya to be born as the demon brothers.



Sage Vishwamitra takes the two princes, Rama and Lakshmana, to his ashram, as he needs Rama's help in slaying several Rakshasas that have been harassing him and several other sages living in the area. Rama's first encounter is with a Rakshasi named Taataka, who is a celestial nymph cursed to take the form of a demoness. Vishwamitra explains that she has polluted much of the habitat where the sages reside and there will not be any contentment until she is destroyed. Rama has some reservations about killing a woman, but since Taataka poses such a big threat to the Rishis and he is expected to follow their word, he fights with Taataka and kills her with an arrow. After her death, the surrounding forest becomes greener and cleaner. Vishwamitra presents Rama with several astras and sastras (divine weapons) that will be of use to him in the future, and Rama masters the knowledge of all the weapons and their uses. Vishwamitra then tells Rama and Lakshmana that soon, he along with some of his disciples, will perform a yagna for seven days and nights that will be of great benefit to the world, and the two princes must keep close watch for the two sons of Taadaka, Mareecha and Subahu, who will try to defile the yagna at all costs. The princes therefore keep a strong vigil for all of the days, and on the seventh day they spot Maricha and Subahu coming with a whole host of Raakshasas ready to pour bones and blood into the fire. Rama points his bow at the two, and with one arrow kills Subahu, and with the other arrow flings Mareecha thousands of miles away into the ocean. Rama deals with the rest of the demons. The yagna is completed successfully


Rama also frees Ahalya, the wife of Gautama Maharishi, from a curse. She was cursed to turn into stone by her husband after a displeasing incident. However, the dust on Rama's feet touched the stone and turned it back into a woman again. Gautama Maharishi was gratified that everything was back to normal again.


Sage Vishwamitra then takes the two princes to the Swayamvara a wedding ceremony for Sita. The challenge is to string the bow of Shiva (Pinaka) and shoot an arrow from it. This task is considered impossible for any ordinary king or living being, as this is the personal weapon of Shiva, more powerful, holy and of divine creation than conceivable. While attempting to string the bow, Rama breaks it in two. This feat of strength spreads his fame across the worlds and seals his marriage to Sita, celebrated as Vivaha Panchami.

After Rama weds Sita and the entire royal family and the Ayodhya army begin their journey back, the great rishi Parashurama (Bhargava Rama) appears before them, having descended from his mountainous hermitage. Parashurama is an extremely powerful rishi, responsible for killing all of the world's tyrannical and oppressive emperors and kings 21 times. He is the sixth Avatara of Vishnu, and finds it unbelievable that anybody could break the bow of Shiva. Considering himself to still be the most powerful warrior-rishi on earth, he brings with them the bow of Vishnu (Saranga), and intends to challenge Rama to prove his strength by stringing it, and then fighting a battle with him to prove superiority. Although the entire Ayodhya army is forestalled by his mystical power, Rama is himself angered. He respectfully bows to Parashurama, and within a twinkling of an eyelid snatches the bow of Vishnu, (that is his own, an example of irony here) strings it, places an arrow and points it straight at the challenger's heart. Rama asks Parashurama what he will give as a target to the arrow. At this point, Parashurama feels himself devoid of the tremendous mystical energy he possessed for so long. He realizes that Rama is Vishnu incarnate, his successor and definitely his superior. He accepts Rama's superiority, devotes his tapasya to him, pays homage to Rama and promises to return to his hermitage and leave the world of men.Rama then shoots the arrow up into the sky with Vishnu's bow, performing a feat true to his supreme, divine nature with his natural weapon. His overpowering of Parashurama and using the supreme weapon with incredible ease and perfection dazzle the spectators and his relatives, but no one save Parashurama and Vasishta associate this with his true identity. It is said that the Rama's arrow is still flying across space, across time and across all of the universe. The day it will return to earth, it is said, it will bring the end of the world. Others say that the flying arrow destroys all evil on earth to uphold dharma and righteousness.



King Dasaratha announces to Ayodhya that he plans to crown Rama, his eldest child the Yuvaraja (crown prince). While the news is welcomed by everyone in the kingdom, the mind of queen Kaikeyi is poisoned by her wicked maid-servant, Manthara. Kaikeyi, who is initially pleased for Rama, is made to fear for the safety and future of her son Bharata. Fearing that Rama would ignore or possibly victimize his younger brother for the sake of power, Kaikeyi demands that Dasaratha banish Rama to a forest exile for fourteen years, and that Bharata be crowned in Rama's place. She had been granted two boons by the king when she had saved his life a long time ago in battle, and the queen now used them to serve her purpose. The king's court and the people are outraged at this turn of events. Dasaratha loved and cherished Rama dearly, and is in personal turmoil. Completely estranged now from his younger wife, he abhors the prospect of separation from Rama. But Rama realizes that the king must not break a solemn promise at any time, and neither should a son disobey his father's command. Sita joins her husband in exile despite his discouraging her, as it is her duty and out of love for Rama that she must be at his side at all times. His younger brother Lakshmana also immediately decides to join Rama rather than remain in the city. As he leaves for exile, the people of Ayodhya are deeply saddened and angered at Dasaratha and Kaikeyi. Dasaratha's heart is broken and he collapses and dies during the night of the sixth day, unable to bear the agony of separation from Rama. Despite the reasoning of Vashistha and the pleas of his brothers, Rama refuses to return. Although horrified at the news of his father's death, Rama finds it impossible that he should break his dead father's word. Rama does not bear any anger towards Kaikeyi, believing firmly in the power of destiny. According to the explanation of the classic, this exile actually presents Rama the opportunity to confront Ravana and his evil empire.



Rama and Sita are the protagonists in one of the most famous[peacock term] love stories of all time. Described as being deeply in love, Sita and Rama are theologically understood as Incarnations of Lakshmi and Vishnu respectively. When Rama is banished from the kingdom, he attempts to convince Sita not to join him in a potentially dangerous and certainly arduous existence in the jungle, but Sita rejects this. When Rama orders her in his capacity as husband, Sita rejects it, asserting that it was an essential duty of a wife to be at her husband's side come good or ill. Rama in turn is assiduously protective and caring for Sita throughout the exile.


When Sita is kidnapped by Ravana, both Sita and Rama undergo great personal hardships during their separation. Sita protects her chastity assiduously, and survives over a year in captivity on the strength of her love and attention to religious values and duty. She is completely unfettered in her resolve despite Ravana's courting, cajoling and threats. Meanwhile, Rama, not knowing who had kidnapped Sita or where was she taken, often succumbs to despair and tears, denouncing himself for failing to defend her and agonizing over her safety and pain. Sita knows that it is in Rama's destiny to fight to rescue her (she refuses to be rescued thus by Hanuman, who discovers her), but is deeply anxious for his safety and fearful of Ravana's power.


The 'Wedding of Rama and Sita' concerns two entities coming together to form a whole. An Indian marriage forges an alliance not only between two people, but also two families. The marriage of Sita and Rama creates an alliance between two people, two families, and two kingdoms: Mithila, home of Sita, and Kosala, home of Rama. Furthermore, Rama's marriage to Sita on earth parallels the celestial union of Vishnu and Lakshmi; each deity took birth on earth, and so when Rama marries Sita, he is actually reuniting with his divine consort Lakshmi, Goddess of Good Fortune, who brings prosperity to Kosala. At an allegorical level, the union of Rama and Sita represents the relationship between God and the devotee, with Rama as the beloved divine king and Sita as his devotee. Finally, at a societal level, the dance drama brings together north and south Indian dance traditions.



Lord Rama sent a messenger to Ravana that said, "Come to me and I will forgive you," before he slays Ravana. After Rama slays Ravana and wins the war, Sita wants to come before him in the state which over a year's imprisonment had reduced her to, but Rama arranges for Sita to be bathed and given beautiful garments before they are re-united. But even as Sita comes before him in great excitement and happiness,the society starts doubting Sita's purity so Rama decided to prove that his Sita is still pure and chaste in front of the society, so he tells her that she has to give Agni pariksha. At this sudden turn of events, all the vanaras, rakshasas, Sugriva, Hanuman and Lakshmana are deeply shocked.

Sita begs Lakshmana to build her a pyre upon which she could end her life, as she could not live without Rama. At this point, Lakshmana is angered at Rama for the first time in his life, but following Rama's nod, he builds a pyre for Sita. At the great shock and sorrow of the watchers, Sita sits into the flames. But to their astonishment and wonder, she is completely unharmed. Instead, she glows radiantly from the centre of the pyre. But the gods headed by Brahma and Shiva appear, reveal Rama's and Sita's true identity and requests that Rama take Sita back as she is truly pure. Rama replies that he had never doubted her purity for a second, but, the people of the world would not have accepted or honoured her as a queen or a woman if she had not passed this Agni pariksha before the eyes of hundreds. Agni would destroy the impure and sinful, but not touch the pure and innocent, irrespective of Parvati's/Adishakti's curse on him. There is a version of Tulsidas's Ramacharitamanasa, which is popular, which states that Rama had Sita under the protection of Agni God. After Sita was released it was necessary to bring her out of security of Agni god.[50] This finds echo in the sthala purana of Tirupathi. Another version of this, used in Ramanand Sagar's Ramayan, was that Rama had known Sita was going to be abducted by Ravana ahead of time. So he entrusted her to Agni, the god of fire. Rama did this so that he, who in reality was Vishnu, could kill Ravana. Sita, in turn, left behind a "shadow", or twin-like version of herself behind. The "shadow" Sita had been abducted by Ravana. Therefore, the lila of Agni Pariksha was to retrieve the genuine Sita from the temporary care of Agni Deva. Rama explains this to Lakshmana before the "Pariksha" is done. This version has also been written in the Ram Charit Manas.



In the Uttara Kanda, Rama banishes his wife Sita, even as she is pregnant, asking Lakshmana to deliver her safely to the forest. He does so after receiving word that some of his subjects in Ayodhya believed that Sita was unfit due to her long captivity in Ravana's city. As a king is expected to uphold moral principles, Rama reluctantly banished Sita in order to uphold his duty. Sita took refuge under the noble sage Valmiki.


A legend by Rishi Agastya in the epic states that Vishnu in a previous age had been cursed by Rishi Bhrigu, whose wife had been killed by Vishnu for sheltering his enemies escaping from battle. The Rishi condemns Vishnu to be denied for a long age the companionship of his soul mate, just as Vishnu, had deprived the Rishi of his loving wife. Thus Rama, Vishnu's incarnation, must live the rest of his life without Sita.


Many Hindus, such as the followers of Sri Vaishnavism, consider this entire section of the Ramayana to be interpolated, and thus they do not accept the authenticity of this story claiming that Sita was banished. An alternate narration of Ramayana does not state it so. It says that Sita later lived in her father's kingdom of Mithila with her sons Lava and Kusha as per the North Indian (especially in Uttar Pradesh and Bihar) custom that children be brought up in their nanihal, or maternal grandmother's place. Sita and her sons later live in Valmiki's ashram for the boys' education and military training. As per Tulsidas's Ramcharitmanas, both the princes grew extremely intelligent and strong under Rishi Valmiki's tutelage.



According to legend, Kusha and Lava are the twin sons of Lord Rama and Sita. Born in the forest after the banishment of Sita from Ayodhya, the twins were educated and trained in military skills as their mother took refuge in Sage Valmiki's ashram, located in a forest on the banks of the River Tamsa.


As Rama performed the Ashvamedha Yajna, a horse strayed into their forest, Rama sent Hanuman to retrieve the horses. Rama's sons Luv and Kush captured the horses. Hanuman, seeing Luv and Kush recognised that they were the son's of Rama. He let them capture him and tie him up. There Hanuman started meditating on the name Rama. Worried Rama sent his brothers to look for the horses. As they saw Hanuman tied up and two boys guarding him, they thought that the two boy had stolen the horses. So Ramas brothers started attacking Luv and Kush. Although Rama's brothers should have won, but Luv and Kush defeated them all, knocking them unconscious. Luv and Kush were protected by Hanuman. Then Rama himself went looking for the horses fearing that Hanuman and his brothers had been attacked. On his way there, Rama intuitively knew that Luv and Kush were his sons and purposely slept on his chariot to delay tension and confrontation with his sons as he knew it would be inappropriate for a father to fight his sons. Upon reaching the battlefield, the sage Valmiki interrupted the potential battle between father and sons by explaining to Rama that Luv and Kush were his sons. A familial reunion took place.


When Devi Sita found out that Lava and Kusha had defeated Ayodhya's forces, she proudly revealed their/her identity. Rama desired Sita and his sons to live with him in his kingdom but as this took place, the general population of the kingdom resented Sita from returning. In response, Sita forsaked her like and sought final refuge in the arms of her mother Bhumidevi, the Goddess Mother Earth and ultimately returned to Rama in the form of Vishnu in Vishnu's abode - indicating that forced separation from her beloved husband is only limited in life on earth compared to her eternal union with her beloved in life after death.



Rama's reign is known as the Rama Rajya which lasted for 11,000 years. During this period, people were healthy, holy, satisfied and lived with complete peace and harmony. There was no evil, no wars, no natural calamity and no diseases. Rama ruled the whole earth without using military force as all kings submitted themselves to him. His brothers Bharata and Shatrughna settled in their later lives. Bharata, with the help of his uncle Yudhajita, conquered the eastern land of the Gandharvas and ruled it. Shatrughna slew the Asura Lavana and founded the city of Mathura. Rama acquired a rare gem from Rishi Agastya which entombed the powers of the gods Indra, Varuna, Yama and Kubera, which helped the king rule efficiently. After his reign, Rama and his brothers and his allies peacefully left the earth on the river Sarayu abandoning their mortal bodies. Valmiki Ramayana mentions an abode named Santanaka invested with all spiritual qualities and located beyond Brahmaloka, which was attained by all followers of Rama, after Rama along with his brothers, entered into Vaishnava potency. Lava and Kusha ruled Kosala and continued the solar race.



As a person, Rama personifies the characteristics of an ideal person (purushottama) who is to be emulated. He had within him all the desirable virtues that any individual would seek to aspire, and he fulfils all his moral obligations (maryada). Rama's purity and piety in his intentions and actions inspires affection and devotion for him from a variety of characters from different backgrounds. For example, he gave up his rightful claim to the throne, and agreed to go into exile for fourteen years, to fulfill the vow that his father had given to Kaikeyi, one of King Dashratha's wives. This is in spite of the fact that Kaikeyi's son, Bharat, begged him to return to Ayodhya and said that he did not want to rule in place of Rama. But Rama considered his dharma as a son above that of his own birthright and his life's ambition. For such supreme sacrifices, and many other qualities, Rama is considered a maryada purushottamor the best of upholders of Dharma, a basically human but exemplary figure Some of his ideals are as follows: 1. At the time when it was normal for kings to have more than one wife, Rama gave the ideal of having a single wife. In Balakanda of Valmiki Ramayana it is written that Rama and Sita resided in each other's heart.


2. Rama always followed his promise at any cost. In fact, he went to forest to make his father's promise to Kaikeyi true. Another instance was when, he had promised the Spirit of Time that during their conversation, if anyone was to intrude, Rama would have pronounce an instant death sentence upon the individual. They were intruded upon by his beloved younger brother Lakshmana, and to keep his part of the promise, pronounced the death sentence. There are many examples of Rama's promises which he kept. Most important are the promise to sages to save their lives from Rakshasas, getting back Sugreeva's kingdom, making Vibhishana the king of Lanka.


3. Excellent friend: Rama had very touching relations with his friends irrespective of their status. Some of his friends are Nishada-raja Guha, King of Nishaadas (a caste whose profession was hunting the birds), Sugreeva (the Vanara king) and Vibhishana a Rakshasa.


4. Even towards his enemies, Rama showed great nobility and virtue. To gather information about the enemy army's strengths and weaknesses, Ravana sent two of his spies, Suka and Sarana, to the Vanara camps. Disguised as Vanaras they blended into the enemy camp, but Vibhishana saw through their deceit. The duo sought Rama's protection when the monkey warriors thrashed them. Rama gave them refuge. He then asked them what their mission was and whether they fulfilled it. After listening to them, he sent for a Vanara to give them a proper tour of all the Vanara camps and give them all the information they desired about the major soldiers and their strengths. He then told the spies to give this message to Ravana. "Tomorrow morning, I will destroy all of Lanka. Keep all sides of your palace well defended and be ready with all of your men by sunrise." The spies were greatly astonished with Rama's charisma, courage, and adherence to the codes of war. After Rama gave them leave, they knew that their king was bound to lose against this virtuous and courageous man. When Ravana first fought with Rama, Rama defeated him to such an extent that Ravana lost his charioteer, horses, chariot, flag, weapons and armor. Though the situation was at his advantage, Rama instead praised Ravana for a great fight that day, and asked him to retire and take rest, as he must be quite tired. Ravana was greatly embarrassed at this, but he was also gratified that Rama saved his life, and this led him to consider for a moment whether to retreat and give Sita back...



Even as Rama is the ideal conception of manhood, he is often aided and complemented in different situations by the characteristics by those who accompany him. They serve Rama devotedly, at great personal risk and sacrifice.



Absent when Rama is exiled, upon his return Bharata is appalled to learn of the events. And even though Kaikeyi had done all this for his benefit, Bharata is angered at the suggestion that he should take Ayodhya's throne. Denouncing his mother, Bharata proclaims to the city that he would go to the forest to fetch Rama back, and would serve out his term of exile himself. Although initially resentful and suspicious, the people of Ayodhya hail Bharata's selfless nature and courageous act. Despite his fervent pleas to return, Rama asserts that he must stay in the forest to keep his father's word. He orders Bharata to perform his duty as king of Ayodhya, especially important after Dasaratha's death, and orders Shatrughna to support and serve him. Returning saddened to the city, Bharata refuses to wear the crown or sit on the throne. Instead, he places the slippers of Rama that he had taken back with him on the throne, and rules Ayodhya assiduously keeping Rama's beliefs and values in mind. When Rama finally returns, Bharata runs personally to welcome him back. Bharata is hailed for his devotion to his elder brother and dharma, distinguished from Lakshmana as he is left on his own for fourteen years. But he unfailingly denies self-interest throughout this time, ruling the kingdom only in Rama's name. Vasishtha proclaims that no one had better learnt dharma than Bharata, and for this piety he forms an essential part of the conception of perfect manhood, of the Seventh Avatara of Vishnu. Shatrughna's role to Bharata is akin to that of Lakshmana to Rama. Believed to be one-quarter of Vishnu incarnated, or as the incarnation of his eternal companion, Ananta Sesha, Lakshmana is always at Rama's side. Although unconstrained by Dasaratha's promise to Kaikeyi, Lakshmana resists Rama's arguments and accompanies him and Sita into the forest. During the years of exile, Lakshmana constantly serves Rama and Sita – building huts, standing guard and finding new routes. When Sita is kidnapped, Rama blazes with his divine power and in his immense rage, expresses the desire to destroy all creation. Lakshmana prays and pleads for Rama to calm himself, and despite the shock of the moment and the promise of travails to come, begin an arduous but systematic search for Sita. During times when the search is proving fruitless and Rama fears for Sita, and expresses despair in his grief and loneliness, Lakshmana encourages him, providing hope and solace.When Rama in his despair fears that Sugriva has forgotten his promise to help him trace Sita, Lakshmana goes to Kishkindha to remind the complacent monarch of his promise to help. Lakshmana twangs the bow inside the hall quaking the entire building and threatens to destroy Sugriva and the monkey kingdom with his own divine power. Lakshmana is unable to tolerate Sugriva breaking his vow to Rama while enjoying material and sensual pleasures while Rama suffers alone. It is only through the diplomatic intervention of Queen Tara, Sugriva's wife, that Lakshmana is pacified. Tara then scolds and galvanises Sugriva into honoring his promise to Rama. Sugriva and Rama are then reconciled with the help of Lakshmana and Tara. Sugriva sends the monkey hoards to find the location of Sita and lead the monkey army into battle against the demonic forces of Ravana.Lakshmana is uniquely responsible for slaying Indrajit, the invincible son of Ravana who had humiliated Indra and the devas, and outwitted the brothers and the Vanaras on several occasions. Rishi Agastya later points out that this victory was the turning point of the conflict. Rama is often overcome with emotion and deep affection for Lakshmana, acknowledging how important and crucial Lakshmana's love and support was for him. He also trusts Lakshmana to carry out difficult orders – Lakshmana was asked to take Sita to the ashrama of Valmiki, where she was to spend her exile. Lakshmana's deep love for Rama, his unconditional service and sacrifice, as well as qualities of practical judgment and clear-headedness make him Rama's superior in certain situations and perspectives. Lakshmana symbolizes a man's duty to his family, brothers and friends, and forms an essential part of the conception of ideal manhood, that Rama primarily embodies.



When Rama and Lakshmana begin the desperate search to discover where Sita had been taken, after traversing a distance in many directions, they come across the magical eagle Jatayu, who is dying. They discover from Jatayu that a rakshasa was flying away with a crying, struggling Sita towards the south. Jatayu had flown to the rescue of Sita, but owing to his age and the rakshasa's power, had been defeated. With this, Jatayu dies in Rama's arms. Rama is overcome with love and affection for the bird which sacrificed its own life for Sita, and the rage of his death returns to him in the climactic battle with Ravana.Rama's only allies in the struggle to find Sita are the Vanaras of Kishkindha. Finding a terrified Sugriva being hunted by his own brother, king Vali, Rama promises to kill Vali and free Sugriva of the terror and the unjust charge of plotting to murder Vali. The two swear everlasting friendship over sacred fire. Rama's natural piety and compassion, his sense of justice and duty, as well as his courage despite great personal suffering after Sita's kidnapping inspire devotion from the Vanaras and Sugriva, but especially Hanuman, Sugriva's minister. Devoted to Rama, Hanuman exerts himself greatly over the search for Sita. He is the first to discover that Sita was taken to Lanka, and volunteers to use his divine gifts in a dangerous reconnaissance of Lanka, where he is to verify Sita's presence. Hanuman hands Rama's ring to Sita, as a mark of Rama's love and his imminent intention of rescuing her. Though captured, he candidly delivers Rama's message to Ravana to immediately release Sita, and when his tail is burned, he flies and sets Lanka on fire. When Lakshmana is struck down and near death and Rama overcome with love and concern for his brother, Hanuman flies to the Himalayas on the urgent mission to fetch the sanjeevani medicinal herbs, bringing the entire mountain to Lanka so that no time is lost in saving Lakshmana. The Vanaras fight the rakshasas, completely devoted to Rama's cause. They angrily dismiss Ravana's efforts to create international divisions within their army when he suggested that Rama considered them, monkeys, as mere animals. At the end of the war, Indra restores life to the millions of fallen Vanaras.Before the onset of war, rakshasa prince Vibheeshana, Ravana's youngest brother comes to join Rama. Although he loves his brother and Lanka, he fails in repeated efforts to make Ravana follow religious values and return Sita. Vibheeshana believes that Ravana's arrogance and callousness will cause the destruction of Lanka, which is a gross violation of a king's duty, and that Ravana's actions have only propagated evil. Vibheeshana refuses to defend the evil of Ravana's ways and inspired by Rama's compassion and piety, leaves Lanka to join the Vanara Army. His knowledge of rakshasa ways and Ravana's mind help Rama and the Vanaras overcome black magic and mystical weapons. At the end of the war, Rama crowns Vibheeshana as the king of Lanka. Vibheeshana, and to a greater extent Hanuman, embody the perfect devotee in the wider conception of perfect manhood.



When Rama is thirteen years old, he and his brother Lakshmana are taken by Vishwamitra to the forests, with the purpose of killing rakshasas who are wrecking the tapasya and sacrifices of brahmins. When asked to slay the demoness, Rama demurs, considering it sinful to kill a woman. But Vishwamitra explains that evil has no gender. Rama replies that "My father asked me to follow your orders, I will obey them even if it is a sin". Rama proceeds to slay Tadaka, a cursed yaksha demoness. The killing of Tadaka liberates the yaksha soul who was cursed for a sin, and had to adopt a rakshasi's body. It restores the purity of the sacrifices of the brahmins who live nearby, and protects the animals who live in the forest, and travelers. Rama and Lakshmana are taught the advanced military arts and given the knowledge of all celestial weapons by Vishwamitra. The main purpose of Vishwamitra's exursion is to conduct his yagna without interruption from two evil demons, Maricha and Subahu sons of Tadaka. Rama and Lakshmana guard the sacrifice, and when the two demons appear, Rama shoots an arrow named Manava Astra that carries Maricha across the lands and into the ocean, but does not kill him. Rama and his brother then proceed to kill Subahu and accompanying demons. Rama explains to Lakshmana that leaving Maricha alive was an act of compassion, but the others did not heed the point and chose to attack. During the forest exile, sages plead for protection and help against evil rakshasas who spoil their sacrifices and religious activities and terrorize them. Many rakshasas had even killed and eaten sages and innocent people. At Janasthana, Rama uses his exceptional prowess to single-handedly kill over fourteen thousand demon hordes led by the powerful Khara, who is a cousin of Ravana and Dushana . . .

May 27 2011,


I hope you have had the time out of your busy schedule to read my previous letter. This letter contains my next Idea for saving the city some money while at the same time making Toronto a better city. Don't worry it's not all about bicycles.


Once again may I be so bold as to quote you (from the definitive source on everything that is Wikipedia)


“I can’t support bike lanes,” Mr. Ford infamously said in 2007. “Roads are built for buses, cars and trucks. My heart bleeds when someone gets killed, but it’s their own fault at the end of the day.”


I feel your pain as all you wanted to do was to get to work as quickly as possible from your place in the GTA burbs but you had to contend with all those bicycle swarms plus endless plodding streetcars blocking traffic how inconvenient, no now after six months in office I suspect you regret your statement and I hope you know it just isn't true as most accidents are caused by the the inattention of automobile drivers. If you don't know this I respectably suggest you have one of your over educated assistants compile and read to you an executive summary of all road accidents and their causes on Toronto roads (not just cars versus bicycle).


Now on to the quality of life and saving money. Please pay careful attention as both you and I come from an age where the car was king and driving into the city to work and back again from the burbs was not only our right but also the norm.


Things have changed: Gas while you can still get some is edging towards $2 per litre ($7.57 per gal.) Ontario and Toronto have gone from an economic power house to second place mainly due to the mid west with their natural gas reserves and their tar sands and "let those easterners freeze in the dark" attitude. The Ontario automobile manufacturing output is a pitiful remnant of what it was in the past. Climate change and pollution we can all see for ourselves they are no longer just subjects for activists and scientists that only use the information to create and then point to some hard to read chart. What we should know by now and every world class city around the globe has already found out is that cars are a big part of the problem.


Now straight to the good stuff: While many American city went through or are still in a period where the city core is empty and the housing has decayed into slums the City of Toronto has always had a vibrant centre with people living, working and playing within the city boundary . Places like Mississauga once only a bedroom city has developed their own identity to the point that they stealing head offices from Toronto. With the Condo boom more and more people have become full time happy Torontonians. This is great for the city and great for your tax base.


The idea: Bring Toronto into the new age remove the automobile from centre stage. Instead of taxing cars that live in Toronto garages start heavily taxing cars that drive into the city. Replace the use of the car with better public transportation. Bring back free parking at the outlying TTC stations even subsidize and increase public transportation make it a critical service. Mr. Mayor I wish I could see the look on your face as you read this. Even the thought of taking public transportation to work everyday must be frightening! Yet this has to be the way of the future and is already the norm of many world class cities that realized that they were dying in their own traffic congestion and pollution.


Benefits are many fold: Less pollution, less dependency on oil, less road maintenance, faster transportation, safer, more space for greenery, sidewalk cafes, transit, pedestrian and bike right of ways, increased health and quality of life, attractive to new business....instead of pretending we would actually become a real "World Class City".


Yours truly,


Metrix X


More of my helpful suggestions to Mayor Ford

Mortal Recoil: Total Recall – The Life of Meaning in the Carnal Nation ~

If you are an immortal being living through a succession of mortal lifetimes, why can’t you remember your past? If we’re all in control of our own destinies, how and why have we decided to forget?


Where do you go when you’re asleep? How do you ‘go to sleep’? Are you the same person when you wake up? Can you remember who you were yesterday? How much of your own childhood do you remember? How much of last month – last year?


Have you ever experienced anything you wanted to forget? Have you ever wished you could start your life all over – with a blank slate?


If I want to remember my previous lives, I must explore memory itself to pass through the waters of forgetfulness and reach the dawn of illumination. I must expand and refine my recollections of this life, sorting truth from accretion and memory from fantasy. I must divine for truth as a dowser divines for hidden water or minerals.


I must learn how to tell truth from falsehood, illusion and self-delusion – and continually practice this art, by being my harshest critic and taskmaster and my most compassionate mentor and friend. I must develop a very sensitive bullshit detector and an expansive sense of empathy for the blind sleepwalkers all around me.


I can’t expect the world to make much impression on me if I’m living a half-waking dream all my life – if the reality revealed by my senses is always passing me by, drowned out by the incessant commentary always running through my mind. I have to be certain I’m awake to know I’m not dreaming a vivid fantasy.


I have to be here now if I want to actually experience my life. I have to be mindful of what’s really happening inside me and all around me. To do that, I have to stop my thoughts, or alternately separate my self from the eternal chatter of the surface veneer of my identity – the acculturated monkey mind and emotions that have grown with me since I was swimming in my mother’s womb.


I have to find a deeper wellspring within, beyond the unending entertainments that distract me from life itself. I have to silence the chatter or remove myself from its internal influence, by locating my self in the centre of the eternal cyclone of thought and emotion.


I have to know who it is who goes to sleep and wakes up every night and every day.


I have to know the true meaning of the word ‘meditation’, which has nothing whatever to do with thinking. I have to find out who it is that’s doing all the thinking – or being distracted by it!


I have to open my mind to all the things that the purblind natives of this dawning New Millennium deny and exclude from their blinkered tunneled visions – the realities filtered out by hidebound neo-feudal cultures that stubbornly refuse to observe anomalies, discrepancies and outright disproof of their common beliefs and quaint ‘scientific’ notions.


If I want to have a life I have to walk away from the screen when I finish reading this and explore reality – if my memory span extends that far!


If I am not the sum of my thoughts, beliefs, habits and culture, then what am I? What is within me that survives to carry on?


Am I a projection into this four dimensional TimeSpace, a partial expression of an expanded being, who simultaneously dwells throughout many other dimensions as well? Am I part of something and someone that dwells in all the hyperspaces and parallel continua that we know exist (in implicate, interconnected conjunction with the reality we can see, hear, feel, smell and taste with our terrestrial time-bound senses), from the observations of physics and the realities implicit in geometry? And from the subtle magic of synchronicity and coincidence…


When you realise your mind isn’t yours and your consciousness isn’t confined to the cave of your skull, it’s easy to see how an apparently finite, mortal, death-bound being could in fact be a virtual extension of something else entirely. You can access all these realms and dimensions by expanding y/our consciousness. And paradoxically, this is facilitated by concentrating on the smallest things – or nothing at all.


Staying alive and aware is a continual weaning process. Potty training only ends in infancy in primitive societies full of throwaway people with short lives and attention spans, whose purpose is simply to maintain a dreaming gene-pool. Gaining complete control of your breathing, digestive system, heartbeat, brain activity, fertility and all other physical parameters is well within the capabilities of most children. It’s the way out of the matrix.


Almost all those who could have taught us how to escape the prisons of our cultures by exploring our own nature were burned at the stake or stoned to death by our superstitious grandparents or forebears – but the techniques are implicit in the forms and functions of our bodies; a true seeker will always find a way, and will be helped along by the indivisible invisible hands of those who’ve preceded you, if your mind and heart are in the right place. In a universe where memory is truly ineradicable, lost techniques and memories can be recovered and resurrected.


In our primitive superstition-ridden cultures of the early New Millennium – in which people are automatically taught to be suspicious and afraid of their own bodies and sexuality – most humans don’t even know where their physical organs are located after a decade of ‘education’. How can we expect to have any idea of what we are when we’re encouraged not to look at (or touch) our selves or each other? How can we find our true nature (or even nature itself) if we allow ourselves to be continually distracted by bullshit and melodrama? Will we find ourselves in a sitcom or ‘reality’ show? Do clothes make the woman? How’s the attention span going?


If you want to be cleansed of unpleasant memories or the pitiful painful results of an unexamined life and self-destructive lifestyle, an easy way is to cut off all your sensory inputs. You can do this by staying in a sensory deprivation chamber, by taking opiates, by going to sleep or by dying. If you remain in a sensory deprivation chamber for a couple of weeks your mind will be washed clean – unless you’re particularly adept at meditation – and a womb makes an excellent sensory deprivation chamber, washing you in the warm waters of forgetfulness for months.


Some philosophers suggest that if people knew they were immortal, we’d all automatically be aware of the laws of karma and dharma and practice the Golden Rule. But immortality is no impediment to free will. We all have many of the same motivations to be creative, honourable and compassionate or cruel, uncaring and destructive, whether we have a small single life or a big multiplex one. Regardless of whether you’re immortal or not, the same ethical questions apply; and either way, you can’t leave yourself behind and wherever you go, there you are, for as long as you are you. It’s an excellent motivation for changing the things in yourself you aren’t comfortable with – and a terrible lesson for would-be suicides.


In the folklore of forgetfulness, the amnesiac is compelled to relive aspects of the events they have forgotten; he who forgets the lessons of his story is condemned to repeat them. Until full waking memory relinks the past with the future, the amnesiac is trapped in a cycle of repetition – and hell is often defined as repetition.


Yet immortality provides a wider and deeper perspective into the connectedness of all things and beings, and this does make a fundamental difference to our beliefs, motives and actions. In the absolute centre of the cyclone, I am you, and we are Divine.


Who are you again? Are you distracted yet? What’s that over there?


Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to and cheated by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?


Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! Find like-minded friends and work with them to free the world and free our Mind…


@ by R. Ayana

The right to express yourself through art and sensuality is a freedom

you have here on flickr and on other websites per your choice without duress.

There are people that will pose with their face and body in the complete photograph.

I am not one of them. This is an internet and I have been hacked before with my identity

stolen. I also do not have to prove to anyone who I am. I know who I am. Do you know

who you are? One even claimed I turned his groups into private. Funny though,

I translated many of his work into proper English without any thank you's for it.

Yes, I know what it is like to be taken advantage of. So I protect myself well.


It is beneath me to do so and also I will do everything in my power to continue to protect

myself and family while being on flickr. I learned a long time ago how to spot

a raven, vulture, and mongrel on flickr. Men portray themselves as kind and loving

people then once they are thrown for a loop, or do not get what they want, they rebel.


This is flickr. This is a place where people can hide and pretend to be whatever and whomever they wish to be. I am a high profile person in Hawaii and every photo that goes on my account is seen by thousands of people in Hawaii. If any of it was untrue, I would have my very friends who are here on flickr, and live in Hawaii, call me out on it.


I am not just a photographer, I am an artist, a wife, a mother, a physician, an attorney,

a daughter, a sister, a grand daughter, and a best friend to so many here in Hawaii and

around the world. On flickr, if you choose to be my friend, I will welcome you into

my world where you will come to know a woman with a beautiful heart and soul that has a passion for life, one who protects the rights of women and children, and is culturally sensitive to people across the world.


Recently I have come in contact with certain men who have proclaimed love and fondness in exchange for sex. These ravens and vultures are easy to spot and eliminate by running them in circles until they are so confused they leave you alone. I protect myself and my family which includes my sisters.


I am unique and different. I am not an old woman, a transvestite, nor gay. I am a sensual 100% well built woman and proud of my body and sensuality. I will not be controlled nor will I remove my photos for anyone because they wish to control me. I already removed many. I welcome real and meaningful friendships based upon trust which is mutual, not based upon perpetual duress and insensitivity.


I will warn you right now:

Do not and I mean, do not try and coax me into any sexual conversation in exchange for my friendship. I will without hesitation, leave you to the vultures to pick your bones once I have finished humiliating you here on flickr.


"AXIOM" means, "The truth without additional proof," and that is what I live by. My word is my bond.


If you don't like what you see or me in particular, remove me from your contact list, block me, leave me in peace. I would rather have your respect than your friendship. Life is an adventure to be lived, not an existence to be endured. I am here to stay and have just started to spread my wings and fly.


I will see who reads this and those who just react to the visual part of the photo.

I would rather stimulate your mind than feed your emotions.


I am Moanalani Ke`alohilani Roquette :)



Let's Get It Started


Underneath Your Clothes



However, upon announcing her decision to marry Aladdin, Jafar takes over Agrabah by stealing the lamp from Aladdin. At the same time, Aladdin attempts to reveal his true identity, but before he can do so, Jafar already exposed his identity to Jasmine.TROUBLE AHEAD!






Jafar is portrayed as an amoral psychopath who'll not hesitate to destroy anyone he perceives as a threat to his own sinister designs. Like numerous clinically-diagnosed psychopaths, Jafar wears a metaphorical mask of normalcy throughout the film, establishing himself as a cool-headed schemer and gaining the trust of those around him, despite his rather untrustworthy physical appearance. Even with this mask, Jafar's psychopathic tendencies tend to seep through and become apparent to the viewer, particularly in the opening sequence, where Jafar, outside of immediate initial anger over Gazeem not being the one who is the Diamond in the Rough and thus being killed, displays no remorse in sending Gazeem the thief to his death in the Cave of Wonders, simply proclaiming that "Gazeem was obviously less than worthy" in a rather dry tone of voice. The deleted song "Humiliate the Boy" also establishes Jafar as an emotional sadist, getting a laugh out of seeing "another fellow's dreams turn into nightmares one by one" and treating the Genie in an especially harsh manner. Jafar also displays narcissistic tendencies, his most obvious ones being his obsessive desire for power and sense of entitlement, as well as manipulating the Sultan to achieve his goals. It is not until Jafar gains control of the Genie's lamp that he fully shows his true colors, becoming arrogant and short-tempered with his subjects after usurping power from the Sultan. It is this impulsive behavior that leads to his downfall, as he uses his third wish to become an omnipotent genie, unaware of the life inside the lamp that he now has to endure. At the start Jafar is a somewhat shadowy character as his face is seen in the shadows during the beginning with Gazeem.

Jafar can have a somewhat comical edge that helps to add some humanity to his character, for example proclaiming "Ewww..." when contemplating decapitation, a trait unusual in a Disney villain. Furthermore Jafar has a sense of humor himself, spurting several puns in a row while keeping Aladdin and his friends from getting the lamp during the film's climax ("Your time is up!", "Don't toy with me!", "Things are unraveling fast now, boy!", "Get the point?", "I'm just getting warmed up!"), as pointed out by Hades in Hercules and the Arabian Nights. This sense of humor does not carry over in the film's direct-to-video sequel, which aimed to make Jafar more sinister and ruthless.


He also was somewhat abusive towards his minions, as evidenced by his interactions with Iago and, later, Abis Mal. Ultimately, this proves to be his final downfall, as Iago ends up turning against him twice in large part because of his abuse and not giving them credit when it is due, and Abis Mal (albeit unintentionally) ended up buying enough time for Aladdin and his allies to try to steal Jafar's lamp when he stopped mid-wish for Jafar to be freed the lamp to ask Jafar whether he was going to actually allow him to keep the treasure, after he endured some abuse regarding his wishes, and thus result in Jafar's lamp being destroyed, and thus Jafar's death.


Like some villain characters from other franchises, Jafar is attracted to a beautiful girl or woman that is a protagonist. Here, he's attracted to Princess Jasmine, but primarily for her good looking body, and not for Jasmine herself as a person. His final wish was initially for Jasmine to fall desperately in love with him so he could make her his queen (he and Iago originally planned on killing her as soon as he became Sultan, but at some time later he refused to kill her, instead sparing her life); he first creates a golden crown for her from her shackles to do so with a wave of his hand, saying that a girl as beautiful as her "should be on the arm of the most powerful man in the world". Genie couldn't grant this wish, but after she's spotted Aladdin and Abu above Jafar and the Genie in a balcony, Jasmine then got the idea to pretend to do so, and she and Jafar have shared both their first kiss together on the lips, in the order for Jasmine to distract Jafar's attention from Aladdin as he tried to get the lamp back. (Much earlier, though, he says in what we would consider to be) a sexist manner that Jasmine's speechlessness is "a fine quality in a wife").


Deleted scenes for the original film implied that most of his negative traits and motives stemmed from having to grow up impoverished and bullied on by the populace of Agrabah, making him almost similar to Aladdin, although their similarities differed in how they handled their suffering.


The Latin Kings street gang was formed in Chicago in the 1940s and consisted predominantly of Puerto Rican males. Although it was created by Puerto Ricans, most factions of the gang are now dominated by Mexicans, specifically in the Midwest, and Chicago - the city with the second largest Mexican population in the United States.

The Latin Kings formed in Chicago during the 1940s and have grown exponentially through the years. The Latin Kings’ chapters operate in at least 39 states, 206 cities, and have spread to all of Latin America, Spain, Europe, and other Countries. Today, the Kings are as violent and ruthless as ever — many of the leaders and members have been indicted for mass murders, million-dollar drug trafficking operations, and federal weapons charges.[7]

Subdivisions and size [edit]

Originally created with the philosophy of "overcoming racial prejudice" and creating an organization of "Kings," the Latin Kings evolved into a criminal enterprise operating throughout the United States under two umbrella factions—Motherland, also known as KMC (King Manifesto and Constitution), and Bloodline (New York City). All members of the gang refer to themselves as Latin Kings and, currently, individuals of any nationality are allowed to become members.

Motherland faction:

Latin Kings associating with the Motherland faction also identify themselves as "Almighty Latin King Nation (ALKN)," and make up more than 160 structured chapters operating in 158 cities in 31 states. The membership of Latin Kings following KMC is estimated to be 20,000 to 35,000.[8]

Bloodline faction:

The Bloodline Manifesto was founded by Luis Felipe AKA "King Blood" in the New York State Collins correctional Facility in 1986. Latin Kings associating with New York State Bloodline Chapter also identify themselves as the "Almighty Latin King and Queen Nation (ALKQN)." Membership is estimated to be as many as 7,500, divided among several dozen Tribes operating in 15 cities in 5 states. New York State Bloodline Latin Kings share a common culture and structure with KMC and respect them as the Motherland, but all chapters do not report to the Chicago leadership hierarchy.

Criminal focus [edit]

The gang's primary source of income is the street-level distribution of powder cocaine, crack cocaine, heroin, and marijuana. Latin Kings continue to portray themselves as a community organization while engaging in a wide variety of criminal activities, including assault, burglary, homicide, identity theft, and money laundering.[8]

Organizational structure [edit]

The Latin Kings have a hierarchical organizational structure: they have numerous "chapters" or "tribes" across the country,[9] which adhere to a regional, state, and a national system. Officers (Inca, Casique and Enforcer) are supported by a "Crown Council" of seven members which set rules and regulations and holds disciplinary hearings.[4]

The hierarchy leads to regional officers and ultimately to the Supreme Inca ruler based in Chicago. The head (or heads) of the entire criminal organization are known as "Coronas" (crowns in English). One retired detective said in 2004: "When you compare them to other street gangs like the Bloods and the Crips, none compare to the organization of the Latin Kings.".[4]

Markings [edit]


A Latin King gang member showing his gang tattoo, a lion with a crown, and signifying the 5 point star with his hands.


An example of common Latin Kings' vandalism - showing a crude depiction of a five-pointed crown and the saying, "Amor de Rey".

The Latin King colors are Black and Gold; gang markings consist of a 5 or 3-point "sacred crown," writings of LK, ALK, ALKN, ALKQN abbreviations (or the whole words); and drawings of the Lion and/or the King Master.[10] Latin King symbolism is usually accompanied with the name and number of the Tribe, region or city of the gang. The Latin Kings are of the People Nation, and therefore, represent everything to the "left" in opposition to the "right", which is representative of the Folk Nation.[11]

"Kingism" ideology [edit]

According to John H. Richardson in the February 1997 issue of the New York Magazine, "What also made the Kings different was their unique mixture of intense discipline, revolutionary politics and a homemade religion called "Kingism"—adding idealism and a bootcamp rigor to the usual gang camaraderie—a potent mixture for troubled ghetto kids whose lives lacked structure and hope".[12]

The Latin Kings operate under strict codes and guidelines that are conveyed in a lengthy constitution, and they follow the teachings of the King Manifesto.[13][14]

According to the Latin King Manifesto, there are three stages or cycles of Nation life that constitute Kingism.[15] They are:

The Primitive Stage: wherein the neophyte member is expected to be immature and to be involved in such activities as gang-banging and being a street warrior without the full consciousness of Kingism.

The Conservative Stage: which is where a member tires of the street gang life but is still accepting of life as it has been taught to him by the existing system that exploits all people of color, dehumanizes them, and maintains them under the conditions and social yoke of slavery.

The New King Stage: where the member "learns that his ills lie at the roots of a system completely alien to his train of thought and his natural development, due to the components of dehumanization that exist therein".

According to the Manifesto, "The New King is the end product of complete awareness, perceiving three-hundred and sixty degrees of enlightenment; his observations are free and independent; his thoughts are not clouded by any form of prejudice...For him there are no horizons between races, sexes and senseless labels", including gang labels for recognition. The New King no longer views the rival warrior as the cause of his ills; instead, he fights against the Anti-King System (social injustices and inequality), a system which seeks to deny and oppress his people: the Oppressed Third World Peoples.[15]

King Motherland Chicago Latin Kings [edit]


The Chicago faction of the Latin Kings is recognized as the largest Hispanic street gang, and the largest Chicago-based street gang, in the United States [16] Although the original Chicago members were of Puerto Rican descent, most members are now Mexican-American. Unlike MS-13 and 18th Street gang—whose great portion of gang membership exists in Central and South America—the Latin Kings have a heavier presence within the United States.

The gang has over 25,000[17][18] members in the city of Chicago alone and have organized chapters in over 41 states and several Latin American and European countries, including: Mexico, Spain, Costa Rica, Dominican Republic, Canada, Italy, Puerto Rico, Portugal, Brazil, Ecuador, Peru, United Kingdom and others. The Latin Kings are mostly of Latino descent, with some Black, White, Asian and Middle Eastern members as well.

Growth Of the South

Miami became the third city in the nation, (following New York) To develop rapidly into what was considered a (Gangstas World) or as Emilio Pinero AKA King "EMI" described in his 1986 arrest at the age of 14, Charges were later dismissed for lack of witnesses and evidence. It was said that Mr. Pinero threatened the district attorney and those accusations were also dismissed due to the lack of evidence there as well.(THE TRUE STORY OF STREET THUGS). it wasn't until mid to late 90's that rapper 2pac voiced similar identities as to the word thugs, in his "Thug Life" depictions. Roberto Mosqueira- - - "King Power" leader of the Latin Kings in the southern regions of the nation, had expanded the terror by recruiting several notoriously known characters that included names like, Chino Botella or AKA "Coca-Cola" due to his thick eye glasses. Fury Borges Dias known as "King Fury". Carlos "El negro" Oddie. Noel Boo AKA "Noelito el Piedrero" or Rock head Noel due to his intense addiction to crack cocaine. Chino Dei, Chino Bemba or (Big lip Chino). The original Miami based Latin Kings were mostly formulated of Cuban refugees that migrated to the US through the "Mariel" boat lift. These kids were on the lose and they were not about to show any respect towards authorities. The New Miami Herald published an article where Fury, Noel and Emilio had recruited over 680 juveniles calling the new sector, Baby Kings. All were under the age of 15. But for someone as Emilio Pinero, Noel Boo or Fury Borges Diaz, they were old enough to represent their Nation of Latin Kings in this lost city. Soon the list of enemies grew. But not due to actions held by the Latin Kings themselves. It was based on the limited amount of entries that were accepted. By turning many Hispanics down and away, Latin Kings created a list of guys that would do anything to discredit the Latin Kings or destroy them. A task later prove to have failed. A comment enforced by (YLO) "Youth Latin Organization" leader Carlos. AKA (YLO Carlos).

Federal sting operations against the Chicago Latin Kings [edit]

2011: Chicago Latin Kings and Police Corruption [edit]

Fifteen suspected members or associates of the Latin Kings—including two Chicago Police officers—have been indicted in an alleged racketeering conspiracy that resulted in 19 murders in three states and helped distribute millions of dollars worth of drugs throughout the region—150 kilograms of cocaine and 1,000 kilograms of marijuana a year.[19]

In Chicago, two Chicago police officers were indicted November 18, 2011 on charges they provided stolen cash, guns, and drugs to leaders of the Latin Kings street gang. Officers Alex Guerrero and Antonio Martinez were among 21 defendants named in a federal indictment aimed at the gang. They are accused of ripping off drug dealers in fake drug busts in Rockford, Chicago, and Hammond and turning over the proceeds to the Latin Kings. The defendants in the indictment are accused of 75 illegal acts, including 19 murders, assaults, gun sales, and drug sales in Chicago, Northwest Indiana, Texas, and Mexico. Guerrero and Martinez are not named in the homicide counts, but are charged with conspiracy.[19]

2009: Operation Augustin Zambrano [edit]

Augustin Zambrano, alleged to be a "Corona" of the Latin Kings, making him the highest-ranking leader outside of prison and responsible for overseeing the illegal activities of all factions of the powerful Chicago Latin Kings, was among 18 defendants charged in a sweeping new federal indictment against the gang's alleged hierarchy. Zambrano and other alleged leaders of the 26th Street Region of the Latin Kings were charged with racketeering conspiracy for allegedly running a criminal enterprise to enrich themselves and others through drug trafficking and preserving and protecting their power, territory and revenue through acts of murder, attempted murder, assault with a dangerous weapon, extortion, and other acts of violence.[20]

The charges result from a sustained, coordinated investigation by multiple federal law enforcement agencies, working together with the Chicago Police Department and other state and local partners, to dismantle the hierarchy of the Latin Kings and other highly-organized, often violent, drug-trafficking Chicago street gangs.

On April 6, 2011, Zambrano and three associates were convicted in federal court of racketeering conspiracy and other charges.[21]

An article published in the Chicago Sun-Times stated that on January 11, 2012 Augustin Zambrano was sentenced to 60 years in federal prison.[22]

2008: Operation "Pesadilla" [edit]

In 2008 some 400 agents and officers fanned out into the Little Village Community to arrest many of the 40 Latin Kings hit with federal or state charges in an operation dubbed "Pesadilla", Spanish for nightmare. Among those charged in the operation were the "Supreme Regional Officer" as well as 32 "Incas" and "Casiques,": top leaders in the gang's block-by-block organization.

Among those charged in the drug conspiracy case was Vicente Garcia, 30, whose last known address was Bolingbrook, Illinois, was extradited from Mexico[23] after being identified by authorities as the gang's No. 2 leader. Garcia, succeeded Fernando King as the gang's "Supreme Inca" after King was convicted in another federal prosecution

The undercover recordings captured Garcia issuing a decree that each Inca in the 24 Latin Kings sections controlled by the Little Village region of the gang sell a quarter-ounce of cocaine twice a month to generate revenue for the "Nation Box," a kitty the gang used to pay for guns, drugs, funerals and legal fees, authorities said. Investigators methodically built a case as the wired informant made the rounds handing out drugs and collecting money from gang supervisors month after month.

2006: Operation "Broken Crown" [edit]

A three-year investigation of the Latin Kings by the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF), entitled Operation Broken Crown, ended with the arrest of Fernando "Ace" King, who was suspected to be one of the highest-ranking members of the gang and at least 20 others.[24] The operation was conducted in various areas in Chicago and the suburbs.

Prosecutors said the crack in the case came from an informant named Jesse Guajardo, the alleged "Inca" or leader of a southwest suburban crew of the Latin Kings, from whom the witness purchased cocaine on about 10 occasions between 2000 and 2003. In just 18 months alone in 2003 and 2004, Guajardo, arrested in February, allegedly purchased 150 kilograms of cocaine -– including as much as 50 kilograms at one time for about $1.8 million -– from his alleged supplier, Jose Estrada, according to federal charges.

The investigation by ATF and various local, state and federal law enforcement partners when authorities began executing 10 federal search warrants and arresting alleged leaders, members and associates of the Almighty Latin King Nation (ALKN) street gang and individuals who supplied them with and purchased narcotics.

Bloodline Latin Kings [edit]


Organization [edit]

In New York City, the Latin Kings are organized into individual "Tribes." These tribes are located throughout the five boroughs and Long Island. In some cases use the names of ancient indians such as Queen's Flushing "Maya Tribe" & Long Island's "Toltec tribe" or local names such as The "Flatbush, Brooklyn Tribe" The "Sunset Park Tribe" and The "Borough Park Homicide Squad" are located in Brooklyn. Other Boroughs such as Queens include names such as "Jamaica wolf pack Tribe", "Crown City Tribe", & "Lef-Rak City Tribe". Other names can consist of Divisions such as D-1, D-2, D-3, D-4 & D-5 all located in Long Island's Toltec tribe; extending across the whole island.[25][26][27]

Leadership [edit]

In 1986, to avoid imprisonment for his criminal activities in Chicago, Luis Felipe (a.k.a. King Blood) fled to New York and started his own chapter of the Latin Kings known as the Bloodline. He designated himself as Inca and Supreme Crown of the state of New York. Soon after arriving in New York Felipe was arrested and convicted of murdering his girlfriend. In 1995 Antonio Fernandez (a.k.a. King Tone) was designated Inca and Supreme Crown of New York State and New Jersey, and the ALKQN once again began a transformation.[28][29]

Street Gang: 1986–1995 [edit]

From 1986 to the internal power struggle that erupted in 1994, the ALKQN solidified its role as a gang through crimes such as murder, racketeering, and RICO Act charges.[29]

In 1991, Felipe was returned to prison after a short release for parole violations stemming from the receipt of stolen goods. However, Felipe continued to guide the ALKQN members, who now numbered about 2,000, both incarcerated and free. In 1994, with the rapid growth of the Latin Kings, an internal power struggle erupted and violence within the Kings ensued. Between June 1993 and February 1994, seven Latin Kings were murdered. Following the outbreaks of internal gang violence, Luis Felipe and 19 others were charged with murder and racketeering; the indictments ended in 1995 with 39 Latin Kings and 1 Latin Queen indicted under the RICO Act.[29]

The details of the charges against Felipe were later revealed: Felipe was charged with ordering the killing of William (Lil Man) Cartegena. Cartegena was taken to an abandoned Bronx apartment where he was strangled, decapitated, mutilated and his corpse set on fire. Although Felipe was in prison, the government later alleged he had ordered a TOS ("Terminate On Sight") to all Latin Kings for the murder of Cartegena. This letter and many others were how Felipe was initially linked to three murders on the streets of New York; testimony from former Kings was used as further evidence of the orders. The letters had been copied and stored by the NY Department of Corrections, who were not aware of the significance of the letters until a federal task force was formed that linked homicide investigators from the NYPD, FBI agents, and DOC investigators.[30][31]

Reformation: 1996-1999 [edit]

In 1996, following the trial of Luis Felipe, Antonio Fernandez[32] who was recently blessed as the Inca and Supreme Crown of New York State and New Jersey,[33] kneeled with other Latin Kings in front of the Federal District Court in Manhattan and is quoted as stating: It's time for a fresh start ... Now they can't hold our past against us. 1996 is believed to be the beginning of the ALKQN's transformation from a street gang to a "street organization."

Latin Kings and Queens begin appearing en mass at political demonstrations in support of the Latino community. To further its transformation and efforts to legitimize, the organization begins to hold its monthly meetings (universals) at St. Mary's Episcopal Church in West Harlem. At this time the membership of the Latin Kings is believed to have swelled to 3,000 incarcerated and 4,000 free. The monthly universals are drawing in an attendance of 500-600 regularly. Internal changes to the organization begin to take place as Fernandez amended the ALKQN manifesto to include parliamentary elections and new procedures for handling inter-organizational grievances and removing death as a possible punishment, replacing it with "vanishing", the act of being banished from the movement.[29]

For the ALKQN, 1997 begins with Felipe being sentenced to the harshest penalty passed down since World War II, Felipe is sentenced to 250 years in prison, the first 45 to be spent in solitary confinement. The other 39 members were sentenced to an average of 20 years in prison for their roles in the crimes. The year would bring further legal troubles as Fernandez and 31 others are arrested in a raid in the Lower East Side and charged with disorderly conduct. The Special Commissioner of Investigation for Schools soon after charges the ALKQN with infiltrating the school system, a school security guard with five years of service is dismissed on charges of unprofessional conduct for his association. The year comes to a close with Fernandez being arrested in December by the FBI for domestic abuse.[29]

The pending charges against Fernandez were dropped in early 1998. Following the release of Fernandez, a joint operation of the FBI, New York City Police Department (NYPD), Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS), New York State Police and the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA) comes to a close with the arrests of 92 suspected ALKQN members. The Latin King leadership insists over half of those arrested are not members. The operation, dubbed Operation Crown, cost the city over one million dollars and took 19 months to complete.

Fernandez was released after four days on $350,000 bail, which was paid for by contributions from community members. Over half of the arrested were charged with misdemeanors, other were charged with weapons possession and drug trafficking. Fernandez was eventually permitted, though on house arrest, to attend monthly universal meetings. It was during his time on house arrest that the Latin Queens underwent a shake up in leadership, dismissing many of the leaders in order to bring in more politically focused members.[29]

The Latin Kings during this period begin to gain legitimacy. First, Lolita Lebrón, who was a member of the Puerto Rican Nationalist Party, appointed the New York State ALKQN to protect her during a demonstration in front of the United Nations. Following the UN demonstration, Rafael Cancel-Miranda, a Puerto Rican nacionalista who spent 25 years in federal prison, attended a monthly universal. Before years' end, Adelfa Vera, Puerto Rican activist, attended a monthly universal and was given sacred ALKQN beads by the present leadership. Adelfa was praised during the meeting and stated "These kids are hope for our liberation struggle. I can die in peace, because we found the continuation"[29]

In 1998 Fernandez[32] pleaded guilty to conspiracy to sell and distribute heroin. In 1999 he was sentenced to 13 years in prison, which he is serving at Leavenworth Federal Penitentiary in Kansas and was placed in solitary confinement. He was eventually transferred again and placed in general population. He has been released.

Latin Queens [edit]


While originally the Latin Kings are thought to be a male organization, it eventually began to absorb women and give them an equal share.[citation needed] The Latin Queens constituted the female Queen Anubis and Queen Maat of the ALKQN.[34]

The Latin Queen agenda is composed of self-respect, independence, family support, ethnic identity and self-empowerment. Seeking such goals has attracted a wide variety of females who had been drug addicted, victimized and/or neglected by families, spouses and partners. Sociologists studying the Latin Kings and Queens have observed the different methods in which both groups attempt to "reclaim and regulate" their environments. The Latin Queens are believed to focus more on their private space issues such as home life and protection and nurturing of their bodies, as opposed to the Latin Kings, who are more concerned with loss of public spaces in their own communities.[34]

The evolution of the ALKQN has been viewed by outside sources as being assisted by the addition and greater role in which Queen Loki and Queen Vailor have played, exposing the ALKQN to a greater range of cross-class supporters than would have been possible prior to their integration.[34] In countries such as Spain, Latin Queens are helping to legitimize the ALKQN through integration with government sponsored programs. In Catalonia, the 200 persons including Queen Tragedy and King Zeus and the rest of the Latin Kings and Queens tribe was designated as the Cultural Association of Latin Kings and Queens of Catalonia. The "cultural program" designation was bestowed through government sponsored programs to assist gangs with integration into society and is led by Latin Queen Melody, Erika Jaramillo.BY LCM

This picture is #155 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page


Driving in Sarasota, I approached a major intersection and stopped for a traffic light. A man was pacing on the sidewalk holding a sign,"Homeless, Need Work, Please help, God Bless."


Such folks carrying signs has been a politically hot issue in Sarasota. The local law had banned people carrying signs at intersections which was enforced by police, so this had been practically unknown. Recently, however, the courts began reconsidering the sign carrying practice and placed a temporary injunction on these people being arrested. Immediately, many street corners became populated by sign carrying Homeless. Many think that this is often a scam, that the people are not really homeless, but are just looking for easy money. I am not sure how 'easy' such money would be.


Anyway, there was a bank on this corner, so when the light turned green, I turned the corner into the bank parking lot. Got the camera ready, a few bucks in my hand, and went over to meet Andrew. He was originally from Massachusetts, and has been living homeless in Sarasota for 13 months. Tents are much warmer in Florida!


Andrew says that he is not into booze or drugs. He retreats to his tent after dark, as that's when the druggies prowl for people to rob. A few weeks ago, Andrew had his wallet,with identity cards stolen, so he's in a holding pattern until they can all be replaced. I must say that he speaks very well and doesn't fit the homeless stereotype (st least MY homeless stereotype).


His mother still lives in Massachusetts. I asked him how she feels about his lifestyle. Andrew says that she knows that he's a survivor and is not judgmental.


Good luck Andrew, and thank you for allowing me to photograph you for the 100 Strangers flickr group.


A crappy sketch of Slenderman while I was on my way to my cousins house :p


I was tagged by Katherine, so let's get this started!


1: What's your favourite colour? Hmm, I think lime green or yellow has to be my fave :3


2: What's your motto? My motto is "Live like SPONGEBOB. Laugh out loud all day without any reason & annoy the mean people with your happiness."


3: What's your biggest dream? My biggest dream is to become a sucessful movie and show director and be able to share my creativity with the world :D


4: Who is/are your biggest idol(s)? I never really thought of this! Uhh, well, I look up to Taylor Swift the most, and Miley Cyrus. I know, Miley is a little weird to look up to but she shows that she doesn't care who judges her, she knows that being herself is the only way to be happy.


5: What's your favourite food? Stuffed peppers without the meat...Too bad I only have them around the holidays x)


6: What do you think is the most special thing about you? I guess I'm good at photographer and drawing...But I think the way I write stories is the best thing about me.


7: Do you have any pets/animals? If you don't, what pets/animals would you like to have? I have two pets. A turtle named Mr. T (we don't know what it is because my grandma technically stole it from Florida xD It couldn't get up a hill so she took it with her x"D), and a Domestic shorthaired cat names Little Miss Kitters. Creative right? xD


8: What's your favourite song(s)? Oh boy. I have a lot. I'll narrow it down to five though.

1. I Think You're Swell by Matt Bennett

2.Better Than Revenge by Taylor Swift

3. Dearest I'm So Sorry by Picture Me Broken

4. I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin

5. Hero by Skillet


9: If you could bring anything to a desrted island with you, what would you bring? That's easy. A boat and a bunch of fod to get off the deserted island and back home xD


10: If you could eat one thing your whole life, what would you eat? If I was smart, something healthy. But, since I'm not.......PIZZA!!!!! WOOO!! ^-^


11: What's the weirdest thing you like to eat? Ketchup and ice cream or a raw cucumber with vineger (idk how to spell itr xD)


12: If you were an animal, what animal would you be? Wolf for sure!


13: What's your lucky number? Ironically, it's 13.


14: What's your favourite thing to drink? Mountain Dew Voltage or Sprite!


15: What's your favourite store? Toys R Us, Forever 21, Hot Topic, and Kohls!


16: Do you have a celeb-crush? Then, who? I do >.> Well, 2 of them.

1. Nathan Kress <333

2. Avan Jogia <3333

I'm pathetic.


17: Who of your friends have you known the longest? In life outside of computer, my friend Megan :D But on here...Uhmmm...Well...theirs a lot so I guess I can name the ones I'm closest to:

1. Melanie

2. Josie (I feel I spelt that wrong xD)

3. Jordan

And more!


18: What in your life could you never life without? AIR... xD And my family, friends, Flickr, computer, and my imagination :3


19: Do you have a crush on someone/ do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? I don't have a boyfirned, but I do have a crush. Just in case he happens to see this, I will seal his identity....BLOOONNNDDIIIEEEE <3 xD


20: If you could change you name to anything, what would it be? I'm not too fond of my name, so I would either change it to Aubrey, Skyla, or Dustin :3


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This entire quest line actually covers five separate quests; Recipe for Disaster, To Kill an Empire, Death Incarnate, Hail Sithis!, and Where You Hang Your Enemy's Head ... The Dark Brotherhood Forever.


The Emperor of all of Tamriel is coming to Skyrim and has requested the services of a famous chef, The Gourmet (so original), to attend to him, so the first thing you have to do is murder the chef in a tavern on the road and steal his identity and pass papers to gain admission to the Castle Dour in Solitude.


{rant} Skyrim is not a shoot-em-up, it's a role-playing game, and a very (very) immersive one. In fact, great care has been taken to encourage immersion and one would think players would take some care to play their part, but sadly (if blogs and videos are any indication) few bother. It's amazing how many people play this part in full armor, loaded with weapons and weapons drawn, from start to finish (like they are afraid a troll is going to leap out at them from behind a potted plant or something). [sigh] I mean, who would impersonate a famous chef, and expect admission to the private chambers of the Emperor himself, dressed in Daedric armor and with a sword in each hand. Really? [pshaw] The game designers even put in a dig at those who are not playing the part, by having the guard at the door mention your attire (as to whether it's appropriate or not). [lol] {/end rant}


Anyway, I rant. All you have to do is go to the Radiant Raiment shop just down the road, be waited on by the smarmy supercilious shop owner (lol), and buy a chef's outfit for a mere 25 septims.


The only weapon I took was a fireball spell.