There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we now know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. These are things we do not know we don’t know.

In this famous statement of 2003, Donald Rumsfeld deftly unlocked the challenges facing American politics with all the unknowingly unknown-ness of post-modernity. Especially now, under the auspices of that dirty word which the postmodern pioneer Ihab Hassan recently referred to as the G-word – Glooobalisation – might we find a trough of unknowns complicating humanity’s eternal search for truth.

It is in these same furrows that Omer Fast ploughs with his video works: exemplars of the thoroughly contemporary problematic of truth seeking. In the shadow of the technological overlords who exacerbate an already unfathomable expanse of existence as we don’t know it, simple questions of origin become impossible locks to unpick, and fascinating scabs to pick at.

Fast’s most recent work is a three part video-installation entitled Nostalgia, showing currently at the South London Gallery in Camberwell, in which a multifaceted and disparate tale unfolds out of a simple recollection of how to create an animal trap from sticks.

Omer Fast - Nostalgia I

Part I presents us with audio commentary alongside footage to illustrate this simple technique, whilst Part II depicts an interview between the artist and an African man seeking asylum in London from which this central recollection appears to have originated.

Using techniques similar to those employed in his 2007 video work The Casting – images of the interviewer and interviewee as well as their narrative are edited clumsily in and out of view/earshot, problematising the truthfulness of the narrative presented to us – the conversation appears awkward, nay falsified. We aren’t sure whether what we are watching is staged or not.

Omer Fast - The Casting

 The conversation veers in and out of poignancy as the artist probes into the man’s upbringing, giving rise to the very questions of known and unknown which I attempted to formulate earlier. Most tellingly, the man’s response to Omer’s request for information about the landscape outside of his childhood home achieves the perfectly simplistic response of

     Outside is outside. You know? Earth, trees, people, dogs…

Before describing the neighbours’ house more specifically as

     Normal! The same. It looks like our house.

In these terms, what is known is reasonably exemplified as that closest, that experienced: the most subjective reasoning for normality. Yet it also comments on shared experience in the form of basic living conditions, “earth, trees, people, dogs”… houses. Our experience of life is suddenly not so different from anyone’s. It is in the minutiae that differences occur.

The final part of the instillation compounds the problems, however. It is a complicated and cyclical set of stories – never ending – which appear to explain one another, yet which don’t seem perfectly unified. Using the animal-trap as their central tenet, it would appear that we have in fact walked into what Boris Johnson referred to as a giant bear trap in a famed episode of Have I Got News For You. Omer Fast treats us to the story of English Asylum seekers stealing their way into an unnamed West African country which might offer them better living conditions and the hope for a better life, and the trap becomes a telling metaphor. We have been treated to a discourse on authorship, and on what filmmaking is and can be etc.

This is the place of rewritten histories, as is art, and as are memories.

Omer Fast - Nostalgia III

The exhibition reminded of a similarly intriguing multi-platform video work by Lindsay Seers entitled It Has to Be This Way shown at Matts Gallery in Mile End earlier this year.

Linday Seers - It Has To Be This Way

Lindsay Seers - It Has to Be This Way

Centering around the above installation in which the main story was told simultaneously through two spectacle like video portholes, the work creates a multi-dimensional and multi-referential web at the centre of which is the story of retracing her missing sister’s steps.

Lindsay Seers - It Has To Be This Way

The work speeds through her sisters story by way of the history of Queen Christina’s ‘Roman Period’ (her sister’s research topic), alchemical meanderings (part of the historical story as well as an erstwhile paradigm for the artistic process, disturbed here by the inexactitudes of retracing memories and spinning yarns), her sister’s boyfriend’s letters and photos, and to add a wonderfully contrived level of falsification to the whole thing, an historian called M. Anthony Penwill’s take on the whole matter, recreated lovingly as a document to be taken away from the exhibition.

M. Anthony Penwill - It Has To Be This Way

To pen down the substance of this work seems impossible, and the above, laboured explanation appears to me a far cry from the fun I had participating in the work. One truly felt involved as the story unfolded, half murder-mystery, half existential treatise. The alchemical properties of the images which sat at the centre of the work – Seers developed the entire work out of a series of found photos – appears the perfect embodiment of the truthful/useful/useless-ness of images. As do Fast’s animal traps.

Lindsay Seers - It Has To Be This Way

Such self-mythological meanderings and uncertain histories appear to me similar to a sub-genre of historical memory I have recently become aware of. Most recently presented to me in a new book by Eduardo Galeano entitled Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone, this genre appears to manifest itself as collaged presentations of history. The book intends to tell the story of the world by way of the most incidental yet extrapolatable stories of mankind, as short (sometimes just a few sentences) vignettes concerned at arms length with world events give a better picture of reality than the faceless presentation of facts.

The idea reminded me of Geert Mak’s majesterial In Europe, in which the Dutch journalist traveled through Europe to the sites of the last century’s most telling moments, retracing the steps of those affected by and proximate to it with personal manifesto, again presented in short vignettes. Truth is found somewhere inbetween the memories and stories of those affected by it, without ever going so far as to acclaim its own truth. Collaged expression appears most capable of rendering an approximation of a truth.

If outside is outside, and our experience is shared, the details are what make each of us different, and no-one’s truth is any different from, or any better than, or any nearer to the TRUTH than any other. We all make up the collage.

Cue the music, a little Duran Duran, Save a prayer on the audio box.

Tonight was the last night of our Christology class. We were advised tonight that our professor is so busy that he is ending our class tonight. Woo Hoo !!! I did my class presentation that went over well, everybody enjoyed it and so did my prof. I am hoping I scored a good grade for it, he told me he’d email my grade in the coming days.

I told him that I was working on my paper and that I thought I would get it done by the 9th. I have some reading still to do. I asked him about having extra time if I needed it, and he said if I need more time then to ask him later. So I am trying to stay inside the required due date. So we’ll see…

They say it’s gonna pour cats, dogs and little fishes. And I don’t see snow falling in the city until at least next week. God Dammit… We want snow.

Oh Big News: Hubby applied for an in course bursary for his work in sociology, he is also working as an R.A. [that would be a research assistant] for one of his prof’s. Today he got a letter in the mail telling him that they awarded him a bursary for $2020.00 … He almost freaked out when he opened the letter.

Christmas is saved … We need a new tv in a bad way. The one we have is broken. It is having switch problems. Sometimes we can’t get the tv to turn on which is a pain in the ass. We have to play with the remote turning it on and off over and over again to prime the internal switch to work properly.

Now we don’t want to spend an arm and a leg on a new tv, so we have to do some tv homework. I’m not spending a grand on a tv. We only paid like $300.00 for this tv we have now – it is 5 years old, it is a tube tv. I know we will be upgrading our tv to something sleek and flat, they don’t make tube tv’s any more I don’t think. I haven’t been to a store to look yet. We will be doing that in the coming days when they cut hubby’s check.

You will notice that it is SNOWING on the blog. Thanks to the Word Press Christmas elf, we have snow until the 4th of January … so enjoy.

If you have a suggestion for a tv for us please leave them in the comments below. The march to Christmas has begun.

Bring it on …

More to come, stay tuned…

Here’s the first ever podcast of the Celtic Rebel v/w Stygian Port “Dinner With Andros” series [in stereo]. Technically, it’s the 3rd broadcast, but the 1st recorded.

So, why the hell is it numbered “zero?” Because, this show, like all things that enter this world, was birthed of the hole of the goddess. {*1} So, the second, yet unheard podcast, will be released with a “1″ designation. Yes, I know, it’s very confusing.

Rationalization: this was our first recording and we, at one time, thought it a bit rough and not release-worthy, hence another reason for the convoluted numbering scheme. Upon review there’s some invaluable material (in our opinion) regarding immortality, chaos, Tanerlorn and personal responsibility. The download link.

Had I thought about it beforehand, I’d have released this in time for the great American slave holiday called “Thanksgiving.” It’s a time when many fools gather together to celebrate being granted a couple of days off the hamster wheel, dig their graves, consume mass quantities of tortured flesh, seal mankind’s karmic destiny and gather around the television to watch the gaynefel’s homoerotic gladiator spectacle (oddly, always featuring “lions” and “cowboys”). {*2}

Please don’t get in the habit of questioning this, or other, “traditions,” as I did when I was little. The cool kids will surely start to exclude you from the slave clique/cult of normalcy [i.e., "death"]. I’m sure some foolhardy child such as myself [one not yet conditioned to accept depravity as the status quo], back in the days of [glorious] Rome, said “Mommy, do we have to sacrifice both a Christian and a Moor this year?” He was probably met with a similar response: “Shut up! It’s tradition.”

Among my many pet peeves, most of which stem from the unfathomable depths of the abyss of human ignorance, is that at this time of the year many an dumb cunt, in an effort to be cordial, passes along a “Happy Turkey Day” greeting. “Turkey” Day? Oh, please. You programmed robot. Shut the fuck up!

Ignorance aside in honoring a tradition, like many Holy Days, ones given to us by our masters, to commemorate events of significance to them, do you have to go so far as to label a day after the sacrificial victim? I doubt the Romans went about in days great numbers of Christians were roasted or fed to the [Detroit] Lions in the Colosseum, casually saying, “Happy Christian Day!” On second thought, considering man’s propensity to happily wallow/sink in his ignorance, they probably did.

The Priests of Holy Wood have instilled the average dumb cunt with a romanticized notion of what the holy day is about and thanks to legions of brain-dead monkeys posing as “historians,” tracing the true origins of Thanksgiving a quagmire of surreptitious fiction mixed with a few facts here and there. Of the latter, of the most interest to me, was the Vatican recognized/blessed the holy day in 1888.

One of the early “Thanksgivings” in Plymouth was celebrated aside the head of the chief of the local “friendly” Indians impaled on a pole, from where it graced the 24 great givings of thanks that followed. Here’s but one account. There are many other undeniable facts demonstrating the “Pilgrims” were a bloodthirsty lot, and not the persecuted god-fearing hippies the lying brush of history repainted them as.

Speaking of dumb cunts, this podcast was recorded prior to my including Carole Leifer in a tirade about zombies. I think we discussed the topic of programming the expiration date of the slave mind fairly well, so I have little to add.

Of interest, if you see one relevant movie in your life [the story beneath the surface], make it Star Trek: Generations. Here’s some related/revelant dialogue:

Dr. Soran: The Borg came and they showed me that if there is one constant in this universe, it’s death. Afterwards, I began to realize that it didn’t matter. We’re all going to die sometime. It’s only a question of how and when. You will too. It’s like a predator; it’s stalking you. Oh, you can try and outrun it with doctors, medicines, new technologies but in the end, time is going to hunt you down… and make the kill.

Picard: It’s our mortality that defines us, Soran. It’s the truth of our existence.

Dr. Soran: What if I told you I found a new truth?

Picard: The Nexus? [¿a vortex?]

Dr. Soran: Time has no meaning there. The predator has no teeth.

The film featured prominently in my Burning Ring series, of which the main part is technically done. Part VII deals with you, and is probably overdue. Part VIII will be pile of odds/ends, including a video, and who knows when that will be released.

Incredible synchornicity: I included clips of the song “What’s the time, Mr. Wolf” in the podcast, prior to finding the above/below quotes. A WOLF is the archetypal predator, also syncing us to the FLOW of time, and Soran’s [¡Sauron's!] “predator.”

Picard: Someone once told me that time was a predator that stalked us all our lives. I rather believe that time is a companion who goes with us on the journey and reminds us to cherish every moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we’ve lived. After all Number One, we’re only mortal.

Riker: Speak for yourself sir, I plan to live forever.

Spoken like a good little slave Picard, I’m gonna have to side with Riker on this one. Don’t forget, Picard had already been “ass-imolated” by the Borg once, hence he would naturally be more accepting/rationalizing of the programming. Who knows what they did to his “lil cute ass” while he was in their custody? Requiring little mention: the parallels between the Borg and the social engineers of our world.

Whoever it is that puts together South Park, I have to respect the fact they make fun of their audience regularly. I love how the Thanksgiving special shows the idyllic imagination of how Turkeys may meet/meat their end right out of Soylent Green.

It’s fairly safe to conclude that the reason this factory farming system, beyond rationalizations of “cost saving,” has been crafted and tailored to the present levels which causes unimaginable suffering, raising fear, dread and terror to extremes in the animals/victims. Thanks to Javier, we have the discussed video:

Any “naturist” carnivores reading this, please spare me your debate. I AM NOT addressing these thoughts to you. While I may not agree with the practice, I have some respect for those willing to raise and slaughter (or hunt and kill) their own animals [certain "humane" guidelines applying].

One day you might hear someone knocking, loudly at your door
And you know it must be bad news, absolutely sure

You must realise before you, strike the very first blow
He’s the one who only tells you, what you already know
Lay not a finger on him, beat not oh bruise not, his skinny skin skin

Understand he came a long way, only on a lonely road
Multiplying were his trials, heavy was his load
Understand his heart was breaking, never once did he sleep
And no hollow log kept him warm, no council did he keep
Give him food, give him a bed, touch not one single hair on his head

No, don’t ever harm the messenger. It could be you.

But, ye who support unmitigated torture and suffering upon our animal brothers, via apathy or indifference, well, you already know your crimes. After all, I’m just the mirror-bearer, The Messenger, “the one who tells you what you already know.”

Jennifer’s Body (discussed at length), was probably one of the most subversive, yet honest films of the past year. Another suggestion to those wondering why it then failed at the box office: it was too revelatory (or as I recall a reader, Jonathan Nolan once saying in reference to another film, “too prescient”). Above, is the relevant [revelatory] scene, as Jennifer prepares to eat her next meal. She shares, to the detriment of her victim, and for our [audience's] benefit, precisely what the Succubus requires of the morsels of flesh she’ll consume. {*3}

An earlier scene, one not discussed previously, is the strange elements added to the preparation and consumption of another victim, the gay football player (#92).

Why were the peaceful woodland critters gathering about, all so captivated by the murder and slaughter to follow? Why would a herbivore “dear” feast on the remains of Jennifer’s latest kill? I have no idea, but someone should call Mr. Hardly and ask.

There does seem to be an uncanny parallel to another set of woodland creatures, those born of the twisted mind of the fascist/authoritarian Erik Cartman, no?

Per the episode (Woodland Critter Christmas), these critters alleged to be “the most evil cartoons ever imagined,” set about killing and sacrificing to bring about the birth of their antichrist. Another tidbit of revelation, the 66th episode of South Park aired, was “Scott Tenorman Must Die,” featuring cannibalism. {*4}

Speaking of, Hardly’s Thanksgiving “special” showed the number I’ve associated with “death,” 22 [2B] as the Turkeys were being unloaded at the killing station. Also worth noting: the carcasses were then picked up at station 3C/33. Of more striking significance: Soylent Green takes place in the future, in the year 2022.

Moving on, I had considered creating a poll where readers could vote on a new name for the show, such as “Less Talk, Moore Cock,” or “The Chaos Pulpit,” but reconsidered, else the next show might end up being called, “I Like Kitty Cats and Puppy Dogs featuring Celtic Rebel and Stygian Port.” We’ll do a few of these “Dinners with/tween Andros” and then either quit or worry about a new name then.

David Shayler had come up in a previous post, but his story is insane enough to warrant a new image (the prolific commenter and kindred spirit we speak of, is one Daniel Peter Skipp). It would also seem some of the church images from the last show (particularly those relating to “salvation” and “deliverance”), fit in too.

Alas, this episode comes to an end, and I think I’ve gotten my point across. Spare me any diatribes about the importance of gatherings and giving “thanks.” There is much magic in people sharing food, love and appreciation with each other. That’s something you can do at any time, sans the blessing of/permission from the state.

Free-men of free-will, meet at times of their choosing, honoring their own gods, or themselves should they so “choose.” The [free-range] slaves on the plantation worship whatever and celebrate whenever master commands, feigning freedom and faking free-will via rationalization, justification and nonchalant participation.

This tradition needs to die, like all the rest that our masters [the priest class and nobility] have sanctioned. Unfortunately, it is beyond doubt at this juncture, that the United States of America, a nation built upon the graves of native peoples, who’s people have become obese “living graves of murdered beasts,” and proudly revel in their own ignorance, will one day [according to plan] perish as well.

Even one of heralded Founding Fathers, of conscience, admitted: “I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that his justice cannot sleep forever.”

Do yourself a favor. Listen to the closing song in its entirety [it's "Big A, Little A" by Crass]. Probably one of the best songs ever written. Goes really well with the content of the podcast. It should also make it pretty clear why a song like this and any movement associated with it had to be crushed, and replaced with the mindless crap most fools call “music” today.

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*1: For any curious, the two “goddess” symbiants represented by sculpture are, in order, Britney Spears and Angelina Jolie. Hopefully, the date of the recordings [MP3 filenames] help minimize the confusion. [LB]

*2: The agenda-serving GAY-NFL came up in a prior article, and is probably coming up again. The reason for the “Lions” should seem obvious before this is over. As for the “Cowboys,” I could probably reach [around] in a post-Brokeback world, as to the shady nature of the suggestive “Lone Star” on “America’s Team.” [LB]

*3: I gather I may lose a few readers, for as one “Ray” surmised, people take their food way too personally. And, it makes sense, as nothing (and no one), gets more “intimate” with us than what we consume. Those who do choose Butterballs, or any other good slave brand of “Meat/Meet,” would you rather be ignorant, or aware of exactly what it is you are getting intimate with [torture, sodomy, hopelessness, terror]? [LB]

*4: Most telling, in a disturbing manner, is that there’s a dispute about what the 66th episode of South Park is. Officially, its the episode about “shit” [It Hits the Fan], but the cannibalism episode, easily the darkest, was the 66th “aired.” Regardless of misdirection, they’re respectively focused on separate ends of the human stargate. [LB]

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When I first started with Nyteraven I intended on not giving her one precious gold piece.  Zarii raids.  Repairs/flasks are killer.  My entire reason for giving my little DK life was so that I would be able to get money from her…not vice versa.  What is that saying…something about ‘the best laid plans of mice and men’?  Anyway… 

My first dilemma (a word that would never be spelled right if not for spell check) was choosing her professions.  (Actually my first dilemma was getting her to a capitol city so I could ponder a profession.  Questing sucks!  Regardless…it’s done.)  I was pretty dead set on inscription/herbalism.  I’ve heard the combo tossed around several times as a good way to make money but then….…..Zarii is a JC and I can’t do crap with it because Titanium Nodes are about as plentiful as virgins at a Kiss concert.  Plus even if I managed to get a stack of 20 I’ll be lucky to get ONE epic gem and it’s usually a Majestic Zircon.  /sigh  I could buy stacks of Titanium Ore but at 300+ gold per stack I’m better off just buying the gem, cutting it, and walking away all happy with my 5 gold profit.  I could also cut gems for tips but…well…I’m just not a people person.  I’m always tempted to run away with the gem.  NOT GOOD!!  I could, however, have Nyteraven grow up to the be a Transmute Master and be guaranteed at least 1 gem a day.  Plus, I can make the flasks I and my husband drop gold on before every raid.  It’s brilliant I say!! Alchemist it is. 

So, back to my original thought process.  I needed to up my herbalism as well as my alchemy so I thought I would gather every single herb I needed using this handy dandy guide to up my alchemy.  Have I ever mentioned that I have a short attention span and very little patience? 

 Ah, dear old dad.  I have you to thank for that. (Yes my mother has odd tastes in men.) Artist here. 

Anyway, I’ve been regularly scraping up gold on Zarii to give to Nyteraven because if I have to gather one more herb I’m going to scream!  Don’t even attempt to point out the illogicalness of being a flower picker and blah blah blah.  I’m not listening.  

Actually I have every intention of returning to gathering which I will do as I’m leveling in Outland, another activity I’ve found I’m not fond of.  I was running around the Eastern Plaguelands trying to figure out why I kept aggro’ing everything in sight.  And it was taking me like a minute to kill everything.  And if more than three or four things ganged up on me I was dead.  What.  The.  Fuck?  Yeah, I know I am a mere 59 and no longer capable of bowling through content like a raid geared 80.  It’s very hard to switch gears.  So I gots a plan.  I made chicken and dumplings for my raid geared 80 husband who came and kicked their asses for me.  /nods  Take that ghouls!  (obviously I have no problem with boosting).  Unfortunately he wants to level his DK as well.  /sniffles  Bye bye pretty level 80.  At least I’ll be able to handle more of the things I aggro with him around.  And maybe he’ll teach me about melee rotations so I don’t look like a monkey man out of 2001: A Space Odyssey banging keys in the hopes that whatever it is dies before I do.

I’m off to work.  Month end and stuff.

Found on: DC Agenda.com

Posted on 01 December 2009 by Chris Johnson

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said the conference will bring together 30,000 scientists, policy makers and activists from around the world. (Photo by Michael Key)

Touting U.S. dedication to combating the HIV/AIDS pandemic, top Obama administration officials formally announced Monday that D.C. will host the 19th international AIDS conference in 2012.

The announcement came at a White House event at the Eisenhower Executive Office Building as part of the commemoration of World AIDS Day, which is geared toward heightening awareness of the HIV/AIDS epidemic through the globe.

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said the conference would help foster discussion on combating HIV/AIDS.

“This conference will draw together an estimated 30,000 researchers, scientists, policy makers, health care providers, activists and others from around the world,” she said.

The U.S. is able to host the conference after repealing the administrative ban that prevents HIV-positive foreign nationals from entering the country. The repeal, implemented earlier this year, is expected to go into effect Jan 4.

Kathleen Sebelius, secretary of health and human services, praised the end of the ban during the event and said it will help the U.S. continue its lead in the global fight against HIV/AIDS.

“The HIV entry ban was a policy that tore apart families, kept people from getting tested, forced others to hide their HIV status and forgo live-saving medications,” she said. “And most of all, it didn’t reflect America’s leadership in fighting the disease around the world.”

Since many participants for the international AIDS conference are foreign nationals who are HIV positive, the ban had prevented the event from occurring in the U.S. The last U.S. conference took place in 1990 in San Francisco. Another was scheduled in Boston in 1992, but was moved to Amsterdam out of concerns over the U.S. ban.

Elly Katabura, the Uganda-based president-elect of the International AIDS Society and international chair of the conference, said his organization decided to hold the event in the U.S. after the Obama administration lifted the HIV travel ban.

“This change is a significant victory for public health and human rights,” he said. “The IAS now calls on all countries that still have similar policies that restrict free movement of people with HIV and AIDS through their borders to remove them immediately.”

The decision to hold the conference in D.C. also is significant because the HIV/AIDS epidemic has hit the city hard. Around 3 percent of D.C. residents are known to have HIV/AIDS.

D.C. Mayor Adrian Fenty, who attended Monday’s event, told D.C. Agenda that hosting the conference in the district will help raise awareness of “how this disease is affecting inner cities in the United States of America.”

“Hopefully, by having it here, by being the showcase with the biggest problems and what we’re doing to solve them, we’ll also come up with new ideas that will be taken around to places throughout this country and the world following the conference in 2012,” he said.

Sebelius said HIV/AIDS still has an impact on LGBT people throughout the country, particularly those who are black. She said in five major U.S. cities, almost half of all black gay men are HIV positive.

But officials touted the work the administration and Congress has done in confronting this epidemic both at home and abroad, including the reauthorization of funds under the Ryan White Care Act to provide assistance to low-income people with HIV/AIDS and the inclusion of HIV/AIDS provisions in health care reform legislation before Congress.

The development of a national AIDS strategy also is underway. Sebelius noted the administration is holding town hall meetings in cities throughout the country to hear concerns about addressing the epidemic.

Valerie Jarrett, senior adviser and assistant to Obama for intergovernmental affairs and public engagement, said HIV/AIDS is a “personal” issue for the president, particularly with regard to the domestic epidemic.

“He has said that we’re not always very good at talking about HIV/AIDS,” she said. “We have to do a better job of talking about it in our places of worship, throughout our communities and our organizations, our schools and, of course, our workplace.”

Reflecting on the symbols of World AIDS Day, including the large AIDS ribbon that adorned the White House in recognition of the occasion, Jarrett said fighting HIV/AIDS is “deep and personal” for her and that her sister-in-law died a “tragic death.”

“I saw the other members of her family and 5-year-old daughter, as well, all struggle with her death,” she said. “I’ve also had close friends who have either passed away as a result of AIDS or who are living with AIDS right now.”

The issue of how discrimination against LGBT people abroad interferes with combating the global HIV/AIDS epidemic also was discussed during the event.

Clinton said the Obama administration would “combat discrimination” around the world, noting how international efforts against HIV/AIDS are “hampered whenever discrimination or marginalization of certain populations results in less effective outreach and treatment.”

“We have to stand against any efforts to marginalize and criminalize and penalize members of the LGBT community worldwide,” she said, drawing applause from the audience. “It is an unacceptable step backwards on behalf of human rights. But it is also a step that undermines the effectiveness of efforts to fight the disease worldwide.”

Additional efforts to confront the global epidemic are expected to emerge soon. Eric Goosby, the U.S. Global AIDS Coordinator, said he planned later this week to unveil the new five-year strategy for the President’s Emergency Plan for AIDS Relief, an effort designed to fight the global AIDS crisis first implemented by former President George W. Bush.

He said the new strategy “will focus on sustainability” as well as programs that are “country-owed and economy-driven” and “address HIV/AIDS in the context of the broader health needs.”

In 8 days I will have completed my first semester as a graduate student. Tonight was the last Gnosticism class and I am overjoyed that it is over. Last night hubby went over my final paper all 20 pages of it. So tonight I turned in both my book review and my final paper.

Tomorrow I make my class presentation and I have all my handouts printed up and I am ready to rock. I am feverishly reading my source material for my Origen paper. I am hoping to get it in by deadline of the 9th, but I may have to ask for an extension I’ll see how the reading goes over the next two days. I am halfway through the stack of handouts that Prof. Mark printed out for me – I am working through Origens “On First Principles” and it is slow going.

The weather is getting colder as snow is on the horizon now. We are into December now and there is sure to be snow. Everyone is praying for snow for Christmas or there are going to be a lot of pissed off holiday makers.

Now I can return to my Home Group next Tuesday night, that will be exciting, I am sure all of my friends will be happy to see me and I them.

Luke 10:21-24

At that time Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.

“All things have been committed to me by my Father. No one knows who the Son is except the Father, and no one knows who the Father is except the Son and those to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.”

Then he turned to his disciples and said privately, “Blessed are the eyes that see what you see. For I tell you that many prophets and kings wanted to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it.”

That’s all I have for now.

More to come, stay tuned …

Good morning! I am on my way to work. It is 9:27 am. I would be angry at myself but why? I had an incredible day yesterday which lead into an incredible night. When I got off work I went over to Sandbar and saw my brother, and the regulars over there. Then I met a whole bunch of new people. I know who I am again! That is a good feeling. I outgoing again and I am getting my confidence back. In order to keep that confidence I need to really follow through on my expectations of myself.

Today is the first day I haven’t worked out. That’s ok. I did 5 days and now I will rest 2 and then get back to it.

It was a really long day. I am on my way home now at 11 pm. It looks like I made my first deal today which is great and I have a few following it. I have to succeed with this. I must.

Liz. I saw her today and we had a conversation in her car. She see’s thing so differently than me. She is moving on so I need to let her go. I am surrounded by beautiful women. I live in a place where there are more beautiful women than almost anywhere in the world and I still think of her. That is okay. I am glad I have a heart. I’m glad I am not in a shallow place in my life. I’m glad to know I had real love for her, even if it doesn’t work out. It let’s me know I actually have something real in me to give someone when I know I am ready.

I love you guys. Thanks for reading. Stay strong.

Paul

◸◬◹ :: MAN / ELIXIR :: ◸◬◹

A man who knows everything and who never dies.  ::Voltaire::

The Count of St. Germain (fl. 1710–1784) has been variously described as a courtier, adventurer, charlatan, inventor, alchemist, pianist, violinist and amateur composer, but is best known as a recurring figure in the stories of several strands of occultism – particularly those connected to Theosophy and the White Eagle Lodge, where he is also referred to as the Master Rakoczi or the Master R and as one of the Masters of the Ancient Wisdom, is credited with near god-like powers and longevity. Some sources write that his name is not familial, but was invented by him as a French version of the Latin Sanctus Germanus, meaning “Holy Brother.” 

Giacomo Casanova describes in his memoirs:

St. Germain gave himself out for a marvel and always aimed at exciting amazement, which he often succeeded in doing. He was scholar, linguist, musician, and chemist, good-looking, and a perfect ladies’ man. For awhile he gave them paints and cosmetics; he flattered them, not that he would make them young again (which he modestly confessed was beyond him) but that their beauty would be preserved by means of a wash which, he said, cost him a lot of money, but which he gave away freely.

Myths, legends and speculations about St. Germain began to be widespread in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and continue today.  The list of his accomplishments is virtually endless:

He mastered all of the European languages. He was one of the best swordsmen of his day. He was a master violinist.  He founded Rosicrucianism and Freemasonry in England.  He also has been reincarnated several times.  Noteworthy physical embodiments include Samuel the Prophet, Merlin, Plato, Hesiod,Francis Bacon, Roger Bacon, Christopher Columbus, Christopher Marlowe, Edmund Spenser, Montaigne, Robert Burton, Cervantes, Valentine Andraes, Nicolas II, and Comte de Gabalis.

In 1930 Guy W. Ballard, hiking in northern California, met the Ascended Master Saint Germain on the side of Mount Shasta. His remarkable experiences are recorded in the books, Unveiled Mysteries and The Magic Presence, written under the pen name of Godfre Ray King. First published in 1934, the books have never been out of print. This introduction was followed by more than 3000 Discourses by the Ascended Masters. Out of this dynamic and practical instruction the “I AM” Activity was founded by Mr. and Mrs. Ballard, under the daily direction of Saint Germain.

TRADEMARKS AND SERVICE MARKS OF SAINT GERMAIN FOUNDATION INCLUDE: The Ascended Masters Instruction on the “Beloved Mighty I AM Presence,”® The Ascended Masters’ Instruction , “Beloved Mighty I AM Presence,”® Daughters of Light®, Heart of Heaven , Honor Cross®, Honor Cross Design®, “I AM,”® “I AM” Activity®, “I AM” Ascended Master Youth , “I AM” COME!® “I AM” Emblem®, “I AM” Music of the Spheres®, “I AM” Pageant of the Angels®, “I AM” Reading Room®, “I AM” Religious Activity®, “I AM” Religious Broadcast®, “I AM” Sanctuary®, “I AM” School®, “I AM” Student Body®, “I AM” Study Groups®, “I AM” Temple®, “I AM” Violet Flame, The Magic Presence, “Mighty I AM Presence”, Minute Men of Saint Germain®, Music of the Spheres®, Saint Germain®, Saint Germain Foundation®, Saint Germain Press®, Saint Germain Press, Inc®, Shasta Springs®, Unfed Flame Design®, Violet Consuming Flame®, Violet Flame®, “The Voice of the “I AM” ®

And then there is St. Germain, the delectably potent potable whose 
taste is only exceeded by its pretentiousness.   I have had the luck to try this delicious drink in a cocktail and I would say that it IS delightful.  From the website:

IN THE foothills of the Alps, for but a few fleeting spring days, this man will gather wild blossoms for your cocktail.
 The blossoms in question are elderflowers, the man un bohemien,
 and the cocktail a stylishly simple creation made with St-Germain, the
first liqueur in the world created in the artisanal French manner from
freshly handpicked elderflower blossoms. Our story, however, does not
end there.

AFTER
 gently ushering the wild blossoms into sacks and descending the
hillside, the man who gathers blossoms for your cocktail will then
mount a bicycle and carefully ride the umbels of starry white flowers
to market. Vraiment.

There are no more than 40 or 50 men such as he, and in a matter of days
they will have gathered an…d bicycled to us the entirety of what will
become St-Germain for that year. You could not write a better story if
 you were François Truffaut.

/bɔ.na.pe.ti/

Monday has come and almost gone. I am finished with two of three projects that are due tomorrow in class. I did well on my midterm exams and I am hoping I fare just as well on my final paper and book review. I have to maintain a grade point average to stay above board as a graduate student, and I am a little bit nervous.

Hubby got home from class tonight and edited my paper for me so it is all polished and ready to go tomorrow. That’s one perk of having a husband who is an English Lit major.

I am working on the reading for my second paper that is due on the 9th. I had to put together lesson plans for Wednesday night’s class – I am presenting on the topic of Christology of the Later Fathers. I have a two page handout that I printed up earlier tonight – that is 30% of our grade.

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World AIDS Day … December 1st

You could say that at that time in my life (I was 25 years old) I was still wandering all over the place  I met the boy who would infect me with AIDS and had not told me he was sick. I would not find that little nugget of information out until he killed himself. As we are approaching December 1st – It is World AIDS Day. And we must take some time to remember those who have gone before us and all of us who still live on today.

It has been sixteen years since the day doctors told me that I was gonna die, and I lived … There must be a reason that I am still here. And It is time to take stock again and try to pin point just why the hell I am still here. Is there something that I am supposed to do next? The lessons are still coming, so I haven’t learned them all yet.

We remember, lest we never forget …

Callie Fodor
Dennis
Pedro Zamora
Roger
Karl
Ed
James
Wesley
Ryan White
Vito Russo
Bobbi Campbell
Ken
Douglas
Jorge Rodriguez
Tommy
Kevin
Phil
Carl
Christopher
China Kelly
Dana Manchester
Jimmie Johnson
John
Edward
Scotty
Peter
Paul
Michael
Steven

And so many more …

Monday has come and almost gone. I am finished with two of three projects that are due tomorrow in class. I did well on my midterm exams and I am hoping I fare just as well on my final paper and book review. I have to maintain a grade point average to stay above board as a graduate student, and I am a little bit nervous.

I am working on the reading for my second paper that is due on the 9th. I had to put together lesson plans for Wednesday night’s class – I am presenting on the topic of Christology of the Later Fathers. I have a two page handout that I printed up earlier tonight – that is 30% of our grade.

**********

I want to write about a topic that is making me crazy right now. A long time ago in a galaxy far far away I had a relationship with someone that I cared a great deal for. And you could say that even today I still love him like I have never loved anyone before. I think about him and I have been dreaming about him as well as of late. (Note – my marriage is in no danger of coming to an end) so I went on a local social network site and I plugged his name into the search engine and it popped up a profile, I clicked it and sent off a message to him.

Mind you, this was more than twenty years ago that this took place and when we were found out – it all ended so terribly wrong. He went one way and I went another way and we never saw each other again after that, and for the whole of my life I wondered where he was and if he was ok. I never knew what effect our relationship had on him, it had a huge effect on me, and I muse – If I had any right mind I would have tried to maintain that relationship, it would have changed the course of my life – but it was not in the cards. We were both so young.

I asked him one question, and I got an answer two days later. He did not recognize me from my photo and said that a certain time in our lives was a horrid memory for him. That was not the answer I was looking for, but it was enough of an answer to tell me that I should mind the wisdom of the father’s who said that it is better to leave old wounds to themselves and not to go opening old wounds. At least I know he is alive and well. I guess that will have to do for now. I am not going to further this investigation. He is well where he is, and I am well where I am.

You could say that at that time in my life I was still wandering all over the place – I wasn’t living at home any more and a few months after that happening I met the boy who would infect me with AIDS and had not told me he was sick. I would not find that little nugget of information out until he killed himself. As we are approaching December 1st – It is World AIDS Day. And we must take some time to remember those who have gone before us and all of us who still live on today.

If I have regrets in my life, this story is one of them. I think this was one of the many biggest mistakes that I would make in my life. I made several of those mistakes and lost BIG on all of them. Had the circumstances been different, had times have been different, had the stakes been a little easier, what was could have been, but what was was not to be. It has been fifteen years since the day doctors told me that I was gonna die, and I lived …

There must be a reason that I am still here. And It is time to take stock again and try to pin point just why the hell I am still here. Is there something that I am supposed to do next? The lessons are still coming, so I haven’t learned them all yet. Maybe I need to work some steps here 7, 8, and 9 come to mind.

I haven’t been able to hit a meeting at my home group since this semester started, and I haven’t gone to any other meetings in town. This story comes up in the “made direct amends to such people where ever possible except when to do so would injure them or others.” This is one amends that I can’t make, right now, and I may never make it because of the damage that it could do to another.

oh well… such is life …

We remember, lest we never forget …

Callie Fodor
Dennis
Pedro Zamora
Roger
Karl
Ed
James
Wesley
Ryan White
Vito Russo
Bobbi Campbell
Ken
Douglas
Jorge Rodriguez
Tommy
Kevin
Phil
Carl
Christopher
China Kelly
Dana Manchester
Jimmie Johnson
John
Edward
Scotty
Peter
Paul
Michael
Steven

And so many more …

I have been blaming Michael for the cruelties that his political party established in the Universes, but what I have been telling has a diverse meaning in the world of the creatures than is has in Eden.

Eden is a free place, but freedom has a wide definition.

Far from me to tell what freedom is, but I can tell that the real freedom, if exists, only exists in the realm of formless, were God (female essence) lives.

Except outside the form, there are limits tied to all fields, resources, economy, society, physical limits, and so on.

So, once an Angel decides to migrate to the realm of form ( to Eden), he must abdicate of part of the freedom that he has beside God. Now for the creatures, given the dependence of Eden and the very nature of their bodies, is something even more restrict.

Then, even assuming that any kind of freedom, once in the form, is not real freedom, there is still two different concepts of freedom that I want to speak about.

One is the freedom from a human point of view. Why human? Because all the species of this Universe know precisely the human concepts, so they can make an easy parallel to what it is for their own species.

The other is the concept of freedom of Eden, which has vague mentions here and there, but not a consistent explanation, like the one that I will do now.

For humans, the freedom ends when one interfere with the freedom of the other, right? Is a short definition, but tells everything.

For Angels this would look like the definition of a prison. In Eden there is no limit for one´s action, not even the limit of interfering with the others, not even the limit of harming others, the only limit is a law suit. In short, in Eden rules the stronger, and one must always watch his own back. It is a turn of the spiral, the most wild concept of civilization, working the the most advanced place that exist.

Few posts ago I told that we trust that in Eden nobody harm the other, but this in Eden has a particular meaning. The concept of “harm” does not exist. Just exist the concept of action. A successful action, or a failed action. But the same action, if seen by human eyes, could be considered horrifying.

The Angels understand that something can be horrifying, but they don´t empathize, they just watch. And, besides, the most horrifying of all fears, perhaps the only real fear in Angelsland, is the one of having to deal with a new limit. This is one of the reasons that we had to balance the limitless society with a state of art legal system.

There are few, very few laws, and millions of protocols for everything, and millions of different ways of dealing with this protocols, what makes the circulation among the different levels and branches of the society very complex, and many times the protocols and traditions are much stronger than laws, but…they are still protocols.

Another characteristic of this concept of freedom that I am speaking of, is that Eden is amoral. Everyone know what is considered right or wrong in Earth, in very basic and general terms, everyone knows what is considered cruelty, exploitation, as well as charity and goodness.

These concepts do not have importance for the Elfic society. Not to say that they do not exist, I would say that they are more an entertainment than anything else. Of course that are Angels that go to all extremes ( we Fallen guys are considered extremists), but there is not a general official consensus about these concepts.

Also, is important to point out that Angels never go through physical pain or privations of any sort, ever. What means that if an Angel such as Michael order a hunter of witches as he did many times, including torture, he does not know at all what is the process that the creature is going through.

Angels do not have the least idea of what feels like physical harm. Of course, for the bravest ones, there are safe simulators, but…I would not count that as a valid experience.

Even in the case of us, Fallen Angels, after having lived so many thousand lives as humans, our experience is still not the same as the one of a human-human ( body and essence), because there are primary differences in the reception of information of the essences, but the “half experience” that we had here probably makes us the only of all Angels who can understand the problems of the creatures, from inside.

Me and Lucifer are “humanized”, in Eden it is considered decayed, but actually we are more experienced than our fellows at home, certainly we are. Our position defending the worlds of creatures is probably seen as an exotic entertainment for many levels of Eden, specially those levels and groups away from the gardens and away from the government.

Because of this, no matter how much I complain, my words will be heard and discussed, with fire and icy arguments, but hardly will be considered as more than superficial and interesting news. I am not sure that I believe that my words can ever enter the hearts.

There was a time long ago when I used to get so angry with most Angels´s lack of experience about the creatures, that I complained to my friends here saying that I would find a way to hurt with a needle the fingers of all Counselors in the low chamber, and I would insert in this needle some sort of genetic hack so they would know what is pain, at least a little bit. Of course I grew up and I don´t want to go out piercing everyone anymore, but Angelsland has still the same annoying ignorance on this subject.

Not that I am complaining about this, it fits pretty well to Eden, but what I mean is that no judge in Eden would consider Michael guilty of torturing millions of female creatures in all times, however, he might be guilty of messing up with someone´s else property ( the creatures of another Angel). But the weight is very different. And there would be an eternity of discussions about.

I do not intend to change the naiveness of Eden, however, as we Fallen Angels did learn after all this time among humans, is that perhaps to impose some few limits to the Angels in what concerns the care of the creatures would not be a bad idea, once to try to explain what is suffering is useless, because the Angels will never ever understand without experience.

What I am proposing to Eden is the worse of all proposals. I am suggesting limits.

The Angels that will receive this message will be horrified with the idea, and probably again I will be throwing away my weak popularity in Eden. The idea of having limits is the biggest taboo in Eden, but as a stubborn Rebel I don´t like at all the way that things are conducted in the Universes.

From my humble personal point of view, and this I did learn with the Elementals of Gaia, most of kinds of violence have deep roots in the hurry. As the Angels are eternal, is my position that the violence toward the creatures does not justify. What I am calling “violence” in Eden is not considered violence but freedom of choice of the Angel responsible for the creatures. But, with a little patience, is possible to reach the same or better results. It is just a matter of conscience. Of care.

This post of mine is pointless, I know that I cannot transfer to the Angels´s minds experience and feelings, however I just have to say it, even knowing that my words may just die in the nothing, without been understood in Eden.

What I am saying is terribly deep, but without the necessary experience to interpret my words, they may look like just a childish claim of an annoying pro-creatures activist from primary school.

What do I do? I can just tell and tell and tell again, that the way that Michael and other Angels of his party conduct their philosophies and religions and hunts and armageddoms, only for their personal amusement and to feed their pride, cannot be done.

Does the Eden´s society think that they are wrong? Of course not. For Eden it is free of choice – of the Angel.

There will ever be any punishment for the Angels who behave like him? No. Never. It is pretty allowed.

This is how things are, but me and Lucifer and all Rebels cannot, we just cannot, look at abuses and just let go. We are lonely voices in Eden, but perhaps one day we will be heard.

Eden´s society think that they create the Universes for the Angels´s sake, because there is no other possible answer for the Universe to exist.

But I know why the Universe exist. I know the reason for everyone´s existence. And I am going to tell it now.

Sorry for taking the fun of the puzzle that is your job to hide, Gideao, but is time to tell everything.

As me and Lucifer get closer, is more and difficult not to tell what has to be told.

I asked to my Mother once, the Mother from the formless realm, the one that is the base of everything ( although the creation itself is done in Eden), the one known as GOD.

I asked HER the reason for the Universe to exist, because it just does not make sense.

HER answer was simple, and deeply significant.

- The Universe exist because I love the form.

That is what SHE said.

The Universes do exist, because they are beautiful, that is all. If one thinks well, this is really, the only reason that worth.

If the Universes do exist because GOD loves the form, because of the beauty of the form, do we Angels have the right to create disturbances?

Yes, unfortunately we do, because of another thing that GOD told me. SHE said that if something is possible, it is permitted. HER laws are to restrict stages of growing, such as gravity that restrict a creature in the ground until the moment that the creatures creates a machine to beat it. GOD´s laws are made to be surpassed, not to be blindly respected.

I know that with the argument above I am just giving room to the opposition, but I am not a lawyer and I don´t want to be partial in this case, not even for myself, because as the Angel bearer of truth, I have to tell all.

But still, still, even though knowing that is possible to harm, even though knowing that it is permitted, even though knowing that no punishment will come, please Eden, do not harm the creatures. Do not create policies that allow it to happens. Please.

If there must be a reason, then I give you a reason. If the purpose of the Universe to exist is because it is beautiful, there is no beauty in a dark heart. So, if we want do our best for our Mother of the formless, who gave us everything, let´s thanks to HER with bright hearts.

Let´s just light all hearts, in all kingdoms that we have, to match and reflect the bright of the stars.

Just to create more beauty.

This is all for today.

I love you Eden, I miss you my Diamond family, Doupache, Akira.

See you in the future.

Princess Veronica Ab Thule

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It is Monday Morning 8:22 am. Peter and I are on the bus on the way to Crunch for a leg workout. Today I am going to the Loan Mod place and I am going to get a job on Lincoln rd waiting tables so I can make some money closer to home. I am going to put my heart into today and impress even myself. I also need to head to Beach Front Realty to send out Tony his condo search for his rental. Oooh, I find out about Francisco’s purchase today also! Yeah! That will really help me. So everything is good. I am going to do a radio show today. Only two shows and I have had 23 listeners in just a couple days. I am really excited. I just need to continue in the direction I am going and be persistent and focused. When I was out on Saturday night everyone asked me what I do for a living and where I’m from. I said I’m from Heaven and I’m here to change the world. I love it. I think that’s my answer for that question now.

The day is good. I am normally more philosophical, more something else. I am just worried about Liz right now. He is a strong girl but I know she is hurting and that pains me like no other. How can I help her the most even of we aren’t together. I was so angry last week and now I only want to protect her but I don’t know how to do it without hurting her more. In the mean time I need to focus on my goals. I hav to make my life. I just don’t want her to hurt anymore.

That is a photo of the new place that I work. Right on Lincoln road. I think I will do great. I know I will. I’m going to sit down and start closing and I’m not taking no for an answer.

I talked to Peter today from the insurance job. Those guys are awesome. The best guys I’ve met in a long time. They treated me better than my friends have treated me. My only wish is that I could have made more money over there. My gut tells me that when what I am doing now starts to fade their stuff will start going strong. either way I want to stay in touch with them.

Tonight, I went and really went crazy on the phones and made a spot for myself at the new job. I have to make $2000 by Tuesday of next week and really I need to make double that and with this job I actually have a chance at doing that. So I am going to give it my 110%. I will work from 10-10 every day this week and make my own luck. I am happy and excited to be working with Kunika and Laura. I want to show them I am the hardest working, most closing son of a bitch they have ever met. I want to show everybody that. I have to say thanks to Peter Colon at Access Health for teaching me how to be a true closer. That guy is a closing machine for which I have super high respect for.

I still need to do a radio show but I also don’t need to burn myself out. So I will do that tomorrow morning instead while I am on my way to the DMV.

Thanks God for this day. Thank you for giving me the energy, the courage, strength, faith, and bad assness that you gave me. I can overcome all things that stand in my way.

Spent the day exercising with Peter. It was great. It was 4 days in a row of exercize. Got a two week pass to Crunch in South Beach. Chest day. Then Jenna made dinner for us and we watched a movie. It was a nice day. I thought about Liz all day. We had a small text battle last night. I wish she could see how much I love her. I don think it could work out right now but she told me she’s hurt and I love her and I don’t want her to hurt. The second she text me I started to forget everything and I only wanted to give her love. I don’t know if that is the right thing to do. It probably isn’t. I probably shouldn’t talk to her. That would probably help us both more. But as they say, there are no rules in love and war. The only rule I am going to follow is my heart and if it wants her to be happy, I will do what it takes.

Today John, Brishen and myself went to the wall to start on the mural and get some footage. When we got there the wall was wet, I thought the dude that worked for the business owner had hosed down the wall for us so we would have a nice clean wall to paint. But upon closer inspection, i realized that some very biter and untalented haters had coated the wall with oil, making it impossible for us to apply paint. We’re going to go back and pressure wash the wall later this week but here are some photos Brishen took of what i painted above the grease.

This babe came out and started yelling at us for about 10 minutes. Brishen tried to sweet talk her but it didn’t work. Apparently America’s a free country and there shouldn’t be art on the walls. Unfortunately she’s about as rite as she is wrong.

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I already explained briefly about the structure of Eden, now I will speak about the gardens.

Eden is in the center of the realm of time and space. From a point of view of the third dimension, Eden would be a huge mass of hydrogen. Is pretty cold there.

Eden is built in a dimension that cannot be seen by human eyes. It is a sonic dimension.

All around Eden are placed the gardens. Each garden is what we call a Universe. Each Universe is a garden. Humans call as Universe the whole, but we Angels use the word Universe for each garden, in the singular. Each Universe is separate from the other by a black hole layer, therefore the beings from one Universe hardly can see the other. Some can, but is rare. In this Universe for example is possible to see our neighbor Universe from Orion ( the Universe of green lights), but this is because we are in the very corner of our Universe, in the very very corner.

Each Universe has a particular way to work and different physical rules, the only ships that can cross the from one Universe to another are the Elfic Spaceships, what means, Angels and smugglers only ( who sometimes steal our ships, and travel with these stolen ships). I don´t bother about them because they are under the crown of the Dark Prince, my brother, they are apolitical and there is a silent agreement between me and the Dark Prince, that he supplies the planets that are too far away for my logistic to go, so, although they are criminals, they are totally necessary, because they are a parallel vein that supply mainly tritium and communication for the darkest corners of my Principality.

I could do it, but I love the Dark Prince, and I think that he does the job well, so I do not intend to take his job. There is space for everyone to grow in my Principality, since the person respect the populations, so I respect his fire of doing things on his own way, as long as he remains away from Michael´s policies and for exploiting the populations, and in this case there is another silent agreement, the price of his products are lower that the official products, however he sells mainly to the poorer populations, so he is an important branch for me to fight the Michaels´s system that made happen a sick distribution of resources, and this way I can be sure that everyone gets the necessary to live.

So, as I was saying, each Universe is apart form the other by a black hole ring. Each Universe has a Princess, a Dark Prince, An Ambassador, a Melquisedec´s office, at least.

The Princess distribute the land and establish the lineages of the kings, plus built the structure, choose the philosophy and even can order a changing in few physical rules to the Graal, if that would be good for the populations. We can also destroy or order new planets, change the routes and so on, but generally this things are chosen before there are populations in the Universe.

The Dark Prince is the one that will host under his crown all sort of criminals, and organize them to the minimal damage ( to Eden). He is an Angel too. In the case of this Universe, the Dark Prince is my brother from the Diamond Family ( in the Black Diamond stage).

The Ambassador is always a Lucifer, he takes care of the Eden´s citizens and of Edens business in the Universe.

Melquisedec´s team collects the taxes – the Princess don´t touch the taxes. He also liberates the resources that I need to run the Universe. We work very well together, his team is wonderful, they are usually hosted at the Embassy, because they are citizens of Eden and the Embassy is the best protected place in the Universe.

How do I run the Universe? Theoretically, through the royal lineages. But now the Universe is not being run, it is more to something chaotic because Michael attacked and killed my Kings and Queens and placed impostors in the thrones of all major planets. As a royal lineage takes generations to be done, because of the genetic adjustments, me and Lucifer had to invent the democracy to fight back the thieves, but it makes our job much more complex.

Democracy is a condition, not a choice, as it may seem. We establish it, with a lot of sacrifice, after a kingdom has been taken by Michael´s barbarians, so to protect the population against their exploitation, but it is not the ideal system. The ideal system is the kingdom with a king from the celestial lineages.

Why? Because then we can distribute the resources better. A royal family from the Angelic lineages have something that others are not supposed to have – the genetic that allow what in English is called “channeling” or “paranormality”, this way the royal family can be all the time in contact with the Principality, receiving our direct orders and placing their kingdom in tune with our organization for all the Principality, making the resources flow smoothly among all planets. Presently, without the true royal lineages placed in the right positions just as hubs of communication and flow of resources, the contact among the planets and with us in the Principality is almost non existent.

A paranormal cannot be loose among the ordinary population, as it is happening now, because he suffer, he is delicate. Now they are born everywhere without special protection, but to spread the genetic was the only way to protect the royal lineages from been completely terminated by the Michael´s hunters. A paranormal must be protected inside the walls of a palace, by a guard of beings of his kind plus a guard of Angels. Why? Because he is a telephone, a precious and rare tool, a gem whose genetic took millenia to be prepared.

As a delicate tool, if he is unprotected, he will be used by evil spirits, because a telephone can be used by those who have access to the line, while he was prepared to serve only the Angels. There should not be evil spirits in my Principality, they are also a result of the distortion and mess that Michael created, because he destroyed the perfect system of collection of the souls that we had, since he placed into the hearts of the creatures the wish to meet God. This way, these souls are out of tune, and our systems are not capable to collect them decently, and then they suffer of hunger and thirsty, because there have never been created a place for them in this state, they should not exist in this state, and then they become evil and take control of the semi-sacred sensitives.

I did all right in the beginning, I placed my Angelic genetic in the best individuals of all species, I turned them into Queens and Kings, and there was no famine, pain, cold, or lack of education or lack of development, all in time.

But then Michael come, hired barbarians to kill my Kings and their families “in the name of God” with his brainwashing, called the real Kings as barbarians and placed in the throne the corrupt brute of his court, that started to exploit the people. As his “kings” were not paranormal sensitives, he kidnapped the paranormals of my celestial lineages, the original heirs, because they had special capabilities ( the one of being capable to talk to us in the Principality), and enslaved my children at service of his brute corrupt “kings”.

What could me and Lucifer do? Well, we asked to the Department of Philosophy, and some of our friends in there come up with this brilliant idea of democracy. We finally took the power partially back with the democracies, but this system is not perfect, because we have no way yet to protect the sensitives, our direct children, who are still exploited, and there is no way to assure the fair distribution of resources, and there is still corruption. But is better than the Michael´s barbarians.

Michael could not take all the Kingdoms, so he had a great idea. He established a parallel spiritual power, that he called religions. In the original kingdoms there were no need of religion, because the Queen and King are in contact with the Angels all the time. There is no need to maintain a second expensive structure, because the resources, if remaining in a kingdom, must be applied for the education of the children and in structure, not in keeping an expensive structure to supposedly please God, deceiving people. People does not to have to think about it, the royal lineages are doing the connection for all. This is the most pragmatical and economically optimal way.

Because in the original kingdoms there were no religion, Michael called them barbarians, but the contact with the Angels were much more intense and effective in that times than now.

Well, with that, Michael took some Kingdoms, that we turned into democracies later, but he kept the control of the minds through his parallel religious structure, that is not at all tied to Eden, it is only tied to the Grays and run by the Grays, because me and Lucifer are the ones with the original power of attorney of Eden, only we have the official channels to Eden. The connection of Michael and his religions with”God”never left the borders of this Universe, at least not officially. About GOD herself, yes, she does speak even with ordinary people, She can speak even with a flower, but She does not accept intermediates. If She is to speak with someone, She goes directly and speak, and differently of us, Angels, that need a sensitive to be our voice for the populations, GOD does not need it, She speaks directly to the person, so the religions does not have anything to do with Her, at all.

In my Principality there were originally one function for each kind of person, and all could live and be happy. But now is all messed up, people´s minds are full of the burdens that they don´t need, and everyone suffer in one field or another.

Me and Lucifer, we look at this with horror, but we honestly don´t know what else to do. I continue my endurance for the Alchemical Marriage in human bodies, but there is not much for me to do from here. Democracy was our last shot, but in this places it seems that the religions of Michael prospered too. Well, we will continue thinking, and one day we will find a way to set the minds and hearts free again, and to undo the genetic mess that Michael did to assure a way to enslave the populations in his own purposes.

Unbelievable? See the results, then. See the results, Grays, look what you did with your betrayal, look at yourselves! See the results, Eden! Look at the populations that remained loyal to me, there is no famine, no pain! Look at the populations that carry the dragon and the Elfic symbols! They are not so numerous, but there is no under-education! They are the top in life style in every single planet of my Principality!

One think is vital to reveal.

The humans were not supposed to be our masterpiece. The Grays were. The Grays received the best minds that we had in stock at the Graal Industries. The Grays received bodies immune to radiation, and they were given the Stars to live, the Grays were given originally the appearance of Cherubims, and most important than that, they were the only ones in the Universe given the possibility to feed with the most noble of the food, the gas tritium, placing them in the evolution hierarchy closest than any other species to the Angels.

This is why the betrayal of the Grays is so bitter to me, it is what more hurt my heart, I cannot look to a gray without feeling betrayed, except for the reduced branch of Grays that remained at mine and Lucifer´s side. They are Michael´s motor, the only reason by which Michael prospered.

From our favorites, the Grays become the army that took our legitimate power, and place it in the hands of the thief Michael. The Grays were the ones that performed fake miracles for Michael to impress the populations. The Grays were the ones that killed my direct sons, the original Kings, and all my heritage. The Grays were the ones that killed my daughters, the original Witches. The Grays were the ones that established for Michael a parallel spiritual power, apart form the administrative power, and pursued and tortured my direct lineages, the true celestial lineages, since the beginning of Michael´s betrayal.

What did the Grays got? Human meat. Michael promise to them fast progress by the ingestion of human meat.

So, the Grays of Michael, that once depend only of the Angels and of the noble gas tritium, now become slaves of Michael and depend of human meat to exist, being completely powerless at the hand of Michael that uses them mercilessly until they die of work. These Grays teared apart the spiritual power from the administrative power, giving even more room for excess of public expenses and corruption, because now there are two structures for this to happen. And the people, that should only be happy, develop the mind and technology and leave this things of “God” with the royal family, now is confused believing that they have the fake burden of contacting God directly. This will never happens, because the genetic of the paranormality is necessary, and this fake psychological burden takes the focus of what is important: create their own spaceships, power sources, feeding endless sources, and enjoying thrills of happiness with never ending new discoveries.

In my administration there in no fast progress, I don´t believe in this. Usually is only a waste of time, because the hurry guy must go back all the way in the future. Michael as everyone know is a great speaker, and a lawyer. He fascinated the Grays with the promise of fast progress. He told that the Grays should not depend of Eden to receive Tritium, that they could get their own food and become independent. All wonderful words. The Grays despised what we legitimate Angels in power gave to them. What did they got with Michael? Just look at them! That appearance and slavery is the price of their betrayal, and there is no much I can do to help! Although this fact, we still do what we can for them.

MICHAEL RUINED MY CHERUBIMS!!!! HE TURNED THEM INTO UGLY FEARCE MEET HUNTER DOGS!!!! HE TURNED MY FIRST HELPERS AGAINST ME!!!! I wish to cry when I see the Grays with this present appearance, that is the direct result of their ambition, their lack of trust in me and Lucifer, and they betrayal. Now they can just eat pieces of meat thrown to them under Michael´s chair, and obey without question, always near the starvation.

I spoke with a military General Gray few years ago. He asked me if I knew the purpose of life, because for the Grays the only purpose is to work. Of course there is a purpose, the purpose is to be happy. Of course he could not know this, because once the Grays were conceived to be free and noble members of my Principality and of the Realm of Eden, and now they become, and this is the only condition that the new generations know, they become slaves and dogs of Michael, of course that there is no purpose in slavery. That is why they just know work. When they are tired, they are drugged to work more by their own superiors, that are drugged to work even more by their superiors, that in the end are pressured by Michael to put them working until they die. And they are pride to live this way!

Me and Lucifer could save, with a lot of personal sacrifice of us both and our teams, few hundreds of Grays, that are presently called Yellow Grays, but the Cherubim genetic is lost. Michael´s technicians messed up so deeply in their genetic to adapt them to eat matter that presently they have so few traces of the original beauty that there is no way to go back. The few communities of Grays loyal to us are trying to go back, but the result is few and slow, and demand a degree of sacrifice of them almost unbearable. The new generations of Grays are only victims, they don´t know anything about this, and they buy the silly stories that Michael tells them with passion and high tones in the voice, as is his style of hypnotizing the audience.

Is said in legendary registers of the Grays that they went through a long period without receiving the cargo of tritium, and that they were forced to find an alternative. But at the same registers we can also find their hunger for fast progress, at any price, and, also, we know pretty well that Grays don´t die without food, they hibernate, so is hard to believe that they really went through a life or death situation. Hard to know what happened, because it was far before the episode of the planet Tri, far before the human kind of Gaia was even though of as a possibility by someone at Eden, and involved small colonies of humanoids that do not even exist anymore in this timeline.

However one thing I know, nobody ever starved in my Principality, except those who give themselves voluntarily to the exploitation of Michael, so I may speculate that, if really there was a long period without tritium, perhaps Michael stole the cargo directed to them, to force their choice, and probably he killed the Queen, King and all the heritage, so the Grays could not contact the Principality in time. But still this story is not very likely, first because I would know about the stolen cargo, and second because I can feel anyone from my lineages with serious problems even billions of Stars away, so probably Michael just corrupted few Grays to hide the Tritium, blame the Princess and Lucifer, and deceive the others. Yes. It may be so. Corruption is Michael´s style. That if we decide to believe that there was really a long period without Tritium. Another answer is that it was just mere ambition. Anyway a Gray leader back in the far past made the choice to join Michael and consequently to change their genetic to eat human meat, anyway, anyway, it has nothing to do with the new generations of Grays that are paying a bitter price for that choice.

Last week I received someone from Michael´s political party at my courtroom, and the guy said without any shame that I don´t fit to politics because I do not allow corruption, which is a necessary method to run politics. Imagine that! This guy is sitting at Eden´s Low Chamber! ( the equivalent to a parliament).

I wonder why I am writing all this truth and Michael is not moving. He has more power than me presently. I don´t like at all of this silence, I know that he will not drop the bone easily. I don´t know what is going on in my original dimension, but I must continue telling the real history of the cycle that we lived while away of Eden, before something happens, like for example the remote possibility of having the communications with Gaia forbidden again.

Now, many may ask why this happened this way, and maybe think that me and Lucifer are weak. I am not painting myself and Lucifer as victim, I am just telling the story as it was. Why we did not react? Because we never believed. And still now, is hard to believe. Michael is my youngest brother. Do you know, that baby little brother that a teenage girl hold in the arm? The most loved in all the Diamond family, the young baby boy cared and loved by all of us. Even after all this cruel actions and betrayals is very hard to me not to see him as that lovely baby.

By another side, Michael was Lucifer´s best friend, “Lucius” then, near since the birth. As close cousins, they went to pre-school together, they stole together the girl´s underpants when they become teenagers ( metaphor…), they did everything together. This guy, who betrayed us to the last of the possibilities, this guy who turned my Principality upside down, hunted my descendants, took part of my legitimate power, spread corruption and famine among the populations that I love, only to assure his place in the top by fear and pressure, this guy, is our Michael. That baby! The brilliant child of the Diamond family! We older sisters were so proud of him! We had so much hope in him! We dedicated so much love to Michael! How could me and Lucifer and our relatives of Eden ever believe that he was behind the falling apart of the Principality. It took ages for us to believe.

Beside, I have never been prepared for sabotage. We do not learn this things in the School for Princesses ( read Department of Philosophy of Eden).

In the planning, my Principality would be perfect. And it would really have been prefect, if was not for the betrayal of someone so close to us. Nobody is ever prepared for this level of betrayal from a younger baby brother and best friend, there is no way to prepare an essence to this situation. There is no way to deal with someone so close easily.

But Michael did not care about our familiar ties as we did. All that he wants is power, power, power. He does not care about the welfare and real expansion of the populations, he just makes nests of corrupts that go the the top and leave the rest of the populations behind. He distributes the resources in a bizarr way. He needs the famine and pain to maintain himself in power, because he is not the legitimate heir of this Principality and not of Eden.

Me and Lucifer become almost powerless without the Grays, for many dimensions, including the most rich and resourceful ( and wished) of all, the third dimension, because the Grays were our primary army. Of course we have the Angel´s army, but the Grays ( Cherubims) are the ones genetically suited to travel among the dimensions, this is their primary function, to be the bridge among the dimensions for the Angels. The Angels are not capable to touch the third dimension easily, we must do it through the few species that are capable to naturally migrate among the dimensions.

The Reptilians can migrate too, but the Reptilians have remained neutral. As it seems, they noticed what was going on before everyone else, including us. I don´t quite understand their position, but they are so few in number that maybe they really assumed the most safe position for themselves, besides, they are older than the rest of us in terms of inhabiting this Universe, so maybe they still know something about this war that we don´t know, and I guess that they will not tell. Our side don´t push someone against their wish, what makes to govern sometimes hard, but this is our principle, so we cannot force them to tell us what else they know.

Anyway, this is not finished yet, and there is a lot to happens along the next 100 years, because the end of the endurance period for the Alchemical Marriage is approaching. Things will heat up, and still is impossible to foresee the result.

The future will tell.

Enough for today.

I love you all, truly. If it was not for the love that I feel for you, I would just go back to travel freely, but I cannot let my beloved ones in the hands of my brother, this is why I am accepting this harsh fight. I don´t seek power, I like freedom more. However I love you so much, Universe and Eden, that I cannot allow myself to stay away from power, what would mean, to leave my beloved ones unprotected, at mercy of a policy that I don´t trust.

Talk to you tomorrow, Eden.

Princess Veronica Ab Thule

Yes, this is it…

Hubby cut the angel off at the top. It was a good day. Everyone got up early to go shopping for goodies. I went and bought some new ornaments and a tree skirt for the tree this afternoon.

We decorated the tree and it looks wonderful. I also finished that God Forsaken Sophia paper this evening. All 19 pages of it – if that ain’t good enough then that’s too bad. I also finished my book review. It isn’t a piece of academic prowess, because I can’t use high language, but it will do I hope.

That means I only have my Origen paper to write which is due on the 9th.

That’s all for now.

More to come, stay tuned…

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Driving around on a golf cart with my fellow camp placer was about the most fun I had, there…completely not my “vibe” or “scene…”

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Unlike Alchemy, say, where I can don my best moustache for hilltop weddings:

That was actually my first moustache…ah, Doom. I miss her so.

Schpeaking of Alchemy…Sunday night was pretty awesome. Sunday nights always are. I don’t know why. Everybody’s full of happy burn time, only the cool people are left, whatever…I don’t know. It was actually miserable, weatherwise. Poooouuuuurrring rain, and cold.

Center Camp Mistress organized a potluck, which was just a smash. People brought leftovers, grills and stoves, we had everything from chips and dip to fresh curry to ice cream.

Drinking, of course, APW brought the Totherightoftheeffigy Bar down.

RnGRS 4-EVAH

Deliciouso!

Bartending for the masses

Alchemy + Sunday = art burn

Bleeder track, CampCamp animals and ?

We had fun, tossing stuffed animals into the inferno. In the rain.

Umbrella Camp FTW!

Tunnas like water.

Ranger Rack, pontificating

Me et Ranger Rack, smiling in the dark

I found this tableau terribly ironic. That was one major spoiler, of the potluck, was the mess people left.  A Burning Man cup from 2003, boldly proclaiming LEAVE NO TRACE on top of a very dirty, cluttered potluck table. My co-life saver helped me clear it off, and we dragged it into the rain for a washing (melted ice cream = crappy potluck donation, but he gladly, when we found him, took the boxes to the fire).

Eh honhonhon, un petit pou tequila pour vous, n’est pas? Non, je pense c’est rum. Mmm…rum…pirates…YERRR!!!

Many modeled the latest in garbage bag wet weather wear. Ooo la la! Tres chic!

Philosopher’s Stone had a teeny little printer, and was able to take pictures and give people copies on the spot. It was neat!

I love this picture for the company with which I keep, within it. He and I have shared quite the adventures, on the mountain and in the middle of the desert.

The glorious end. I also have a sticker that says “THE REGAL” on my bathroom wall. And the draft of what I’d originally written, a few days after Alchemy:

Alchemy was awesome, in so many ways, on so many levels; some I will manage to put into words and/or photos, others will remain buried in my psyche.

THIS is decomp, right here…the surreality of standing in my living room last night, sitting on Chris’ couch, the loudness of the silence…when I got back from Burning Man, I felt nothing. “How’s your decomp going,” I was asked. He got a shrug. Back to work and Taco Night.

But now…I sit here at work feeling full of this wonderful secret…like when I wear my rubber duckie panties under my work clothes…nobody knows why I’m smiling, but I feel great.

Well, actually, I don’t feel great. I feel achy, exhausted, congested and sore.

Anyways. The following is a list for me, to try and remember what I might blog about. Well, screw it. Let’s start with Sunday night.

I don’t know why Sunday nights are so great…sure, some of the greatness is the fact it is “One-percenters,” as a passerby noted. Maybe people are just…calmer. Like, it is all over, now. We can relax and just hang out without putting on a show, or a costume…I know I felt great, wearing normal clothes. I felt WARM, wearing normal clothes, ha ha. “You’re wearing a bra??” someone brayed, dismayed. Yeah, and I’m WARM! Unlike the previous night of flounces and garters and cleavage, wherein I was shivering in my coat, under a blanket. Lying on the ground.

 Yeah, for the last two nights, I found myself being “one of those.” Lying around on the ground, canoodling under a blanket, half passed-out…lying around in the Wonder Dome, marveling at the  abject awesomeness of it all (and canoodling) – laughing hysterically at the silliest stuff. And ya know what? I liked it.

“…rangers are born, not made. When an Ewok and a unicorn love each other…bechawawa!”

“What does a chihuahua have to do with it?”

…oooo, the Wonderdome is wonder-full. Especially when the rain is whipping around outside, cold and frenzied.

My half-moustachio’d friend had had a full day of…let’s say hooliganry. It started in the morning, with a Pixies sing-a-long. Then standing by the road, howling poetry and rambling stream of conciousness. Like a mad prophet wandering in the desert.

“TAKE YOUR HIPPIE ASS CRAP AND GET THE HELL OUT! TAKE THEM RHYMING WORDS AND FUCK OFF!” <—me and my megaphone

He wandered up. “Do you have a drink? If you want me to shut up, you have to put something in my mouth…” as he rambled on about dicks and butt plugs, I made him a drink of cherry vodka and blue Boone’s Farm.

Later that evening, at the “Art Burn,” he was kneeling on the ground singing Good Day to some glowing, bright orange coals - the first line or two. Egged on by the stars I belted out, “…I took out the trash today and I’m on fire…”

A guy came over asking something about “…the voice of an angel…” (which I definitely don’t have, but was tickled to no end to hear said), recognized me (from what?) and started saying something about how if I’m “as obnoxious next year…”

I laughed, commenting to my compatriots, “He thinks I’m obnoxious!” (They disagreed.)

“If you could be even MORE obnoxious next year….” he continued. At this point my friend came running up with headphones. “In honor of the show we saw together!”

He had it on Girl Anachronism. I bounced out into the rain, away from the fire, to have a moment with Amanda. It was AWESOME. The whole Dresden Dolls exchange there, for a few minutes…egads. There is so much left to tell – from just Sunday, but I fear it really isn’t very interesting to read, as a recap.

As I mentioned earlier, the selection of the talented young to be sent to the race of the Alchemical Marriage ( with these young having just a confuse idea of what is going on), plus the score of their performance is done primarily by the android computer system that runs our civilization. At the end, when there are few candidates remaining the High Council and the Supreme High Council will watch the candidates closely, but until there all will be run by the system.

The counting of scores is done by two parameters: specific weight and final result of credits and debits.

The specific weight is the quantity of matter that the sonic control of each individual needs to aggregate, to become operational in material environments. I will speak about the sonic control later. The quantity of matter that the sonic control needs to operate is given by the ability of the mind to set up the adjustments of the sonic control. The mind has as tools for adjusting the sonic control the 7 virtues and the 7 sins.

The counting of credits and debits is the direct result of the actions of these candidates over the material world, mainly over the lives of others. It is called carbon credits, and it makes a temporary second layer of matter over the sonic control. While the first layer of matter is permanent and necessary, this second layer can be used as money for those who are capable to negotiate in the 4th dimension. On other hand, a layer of debit can be a sign for third parties to enslave the individual into an unpleasant situation, but this is another issue.

While the Angel is in the material world, only technicians of the Graal could perhaps analyze separately these two parameters. In general, the Angel as a whole is weighted and the result is called generically as specif weight. I am not going to speak about the parameters for humans at this text, these are for Angels and Fallen Angels. For humans the counting of “elevation” has more parameters, like for example the matching of the behavior with the initial purpose given by the Graal, among others, and this is not our issue, we are still talking about the Alchemical Marriage of the Angels.

Let´s talk again about me and Michael. I am in the top of the race because my specific weight is lighter. Nobody can hack this measure in the system, it is material weight, anyone can calibrate our equipments to be precise anytime, there is no way to deceive because this parameter is so absurdly basic.

So, last year of Gaia ( 2008), the technicians of the Graal took mine and Lucifer´s weight and raised us to the top of the score.

Many Angels of Eden were very confused and frustrated, because they have always been supporting Michael´s political party.

They did not know our position in the race, because the communications between Eden and Gaia, for the public ( at Eden) , were forbidden since 20.000 years ago and were restored fully only last year. Before there was only diplomatic communication, and limited communication with few departments.

Most of Eden were at Michael´s side, so they were very angry with our raising in the score, and because of their loyalty many Angels connected with us personally ( means like made a multidimensional phone call), to blame us and to find out and expose what they thought that was a failure of the system.

They blamed and blamed…until they approached us and took a look around, and found something very different of what they expected. The guys that came to talk to us did see and feel that something was wrong, not with us, Fallen Angels, or with the system, but with the story that was told to them during the time that the communications with us were cut.

They could see with their own eyes that mine and Lucifer´s behavior did match with the specific weight that the equipments were showing, and then come the question, why harm and defamation had been done against us all this time? The answer was clear, we just could be hiding something!

That is what crossed their minds, I know, but I am not the one to answer it. Each Angel must find his own answer, because as opposite to my brother, we don´t need to manipulate the minds. I am Veronica, the bearer of the truth ( vero). My bridegroom is Lucifer, the bearer of the light. When the light approaches the truth, there is no need for explanations, all is clear to all, it is then just a choice of each essence to open or not to open their eyes to see the truth that the light shows.

But as I bear the truth I can tell why our specif weight is lighter. Is because we don´t have guilt. Not even the guilt that could possibly come from postponing, because we have been always very active to spread our beliefs.

Michael´s political party has the guilt of oppressing and torturing the feminine essence in all the known time and space, plus at Eden. The Angels of this political party gave themselves in holocaust many times, however this action, although fair, just settle the parameter of credits and debits, leaving them even with the accountants, however, there is the other parameter for the specific weight, as I said, that is the adjustments that the mind does to operate the sonic control.

Me, Lucifer, and all the Rebels can adjust the sonic control to work very lightly, because we don´t have any intention of pushing anyone, like Michael´s people push the feminine essence against their real will and purposes. If one are not going to pressure another, there is no need of weight.

Easy to understand? Not to respect the other essences is a hell of a heavy weight. One must became weighter than the other to push this other.

Of course, we are capable of momentarily overweight ourselves, so to rescue someone. We, as daemons, as they call us, are masters about sins and virtues. We can wear or take a sin from our sonic control at our will, as well as any virtue. They are tools at our tool belt. We are not addicted to, and we don´t fear any sin or virtue, but we don´t discard them, that would be silly, they exist and are very useful, and we know how to do it.

I personally love my anger and hate tools, they take me down to hell to see wonderful things at the speed of light. I love to watch the dense feelings of the hell, specially the damn dense sick loyalty that exist only there, that sometimes bring me tears. The feelings of the hell are so beautiful that I built a castle for myself in there, so to watch them better. The same way I can use virtue tools to rush to heaven, anyway these are tools for us Fallen Angels.

Speaking about rescue, makes me remind that we used the same tools to rescue Miguel and Matael. Of course, this was our duty as we run the Principality and the Embassy. Lucifer Ab Havona and even the Lucifer Gawry Eil came to that event. I wondered for long time the real reason why Miguel and Matael were locked there at the center of the Elemental Control of Gaia, and I wondered even more why they rushed to Michael ( to assume Nebadon) as fast as they left the hospital of the Embassy. We all have been one time or another locked there at the Elemental Control, but still I wondered about that event for a time, because it was kind of shocking.

Easy to understand now. I love Miguel and Matael, cousins of my love Lucifer, but now I know that besides Michael live the brute souls who enslave the feminine essence. What Miguel and Matael did to their brides is unspeakable. I know that their brides will hate me for saying this in public, because the feminine loyalty of Angels is almost eternal, but I must say even if they come to hate me, because Eden must know what was really going on in Gaia while they believed in Fairy Tales sitting in their wonderful homes at Angelsland.

Miguel and Matael did not treat their brides as equals, what would be a great concession because the girls are better. They treated them as cargo and as burden, they did not respect their brides will and need for expansion, and did not respect the love that they received from the brave Ruby girls. They just froze the two girls alive in a coffin for thousands of years. Repeating: froze Isis and Osiris alive in a coffin for thousands of years. Only because the boys were incapable to win them in the argument. Of course, of course, of course that Miguel and Matael would join Michael as soon as they were free, to assume the top positions at Michael´s side. And of course that they will never have the same specific weight of Lucifer, that is the standard of the freedom and respect to the will of the essences.

Who is going to become your next governors, Eden? What do you want for yourselves?

Isis and Osiris, I understand the love that you feel, I wish you the best luck, and I wish that you manage to find a way not to be frozen along the eternity every time that you disagree with your husbands. However, if you ever think twice about this marriage, there are wonderful Ruby guys among the Rebels, that will ever respect you and the magnificent beings that you are. I am not joking. In case you don´t remember in Eden there is no police and everything is allowed, if they decide to freeze you and put you at the center of the room as an ornament nobody will infertere, until you decide to sue them yourselves ( what you cannot do frozen), or until you become so sad that you decide to go back to the formless realm. Those who do not value loyalty do not deserve it. Nobody deserve this level of sacrifice without real need for it to happens ( like for example a son in danger). Nobody need to have this kind of life. You are our cousins, you are welcome here anytime.

About Miguel and Matael, I reinforce that I love you, we were part of the same fleet as pilots, we know each other since schoo time, and I intend to continue cooperating with you, but I don´t share your point of view, and is time to bring light to the happenings of the cycle that we lived in Gaia.

Gabriel, on the other side, dedicates all his energy to find his bride, still unidentified and perhaps living as human ( hey, Gabriel´s bride, are you awake?).  Of course he would remain beside those who understand this feeling and that have been through the same search. While human he was a wonderful and respectful husband. We all at Havona share his wish to find her, and this shows which side this fortunate couple belongs, were they can live their love without restrictions.

This was my communication of today to Eden, I hope this was useful.

I truly love you all, otherwise I would not speak, because this is painful for me.

Princess Veronica Ab Thule