Beauty Shamed

Charllotte Bronte does a rendition of Beauty and the Beast. The shaming of Jane by the beastly Mr. Brocklehurst, in front of other orphan girls – is monstrous!

When my friend stopped in Santa Barbara, we walked down to the beach. This was the first time I was with Rena by the sea, and was dismayed to see that she sayed inland, behind a sand dune, with her back to the sea. She was reading a book.

Rena was silent since she got in the car in Venice, she burying herself in this book, not uttering a word. There is nothing more disarming then to sit next to a very beautiful woman for two hours in a car, and you dare not speak to her, because she has given very powerful hints she is not open to being seduced, for, what is there to do with a dame who is – the death! Such was her experience with – men!

Growing up with many beautiful women, I had no problem with her wishes, and respecting her boundaries, but, now I approached Beauty, and said;

“You are afraid to the ocean, aren’t you?”

Rena looked up from her book, and replied;

“How did you know?”

“I am not claiming to be a psychic, because it is obvious. I grew up with a beautiful mother and three aunts that were raised in a Ventura by the Sea, a town down the road. They worshiped the sea. You on the other hand, have turned your back to it and want no part of it. What are you reading?” I asked Beauty.

“Jane Eyre.”

Say no more. Alas I got a glimpse beyond the veil. This was one of Rosemary’s favorite moves, because her father Royal Rosamond, left all four of his rosy daughters, and headed east, to New York. The painting I did of Marilyn, that my father destroyed, was inspired by the scene where Liz Taylor and Jane are on a hill taking clothes off the line.

Later, when I asked Rena about her parents, she had nothing to say about them. She did not know them, and was raised by her grandmother. Later still, she told me about the incident where the principle of her highschool called to his dimly lit office, where he spread photos of her on his desk that were taken by him under the bleachers. He wanted proof that her skirt was to short, and she was revealing – too much! Rena stood, and walked out, not saying a word. Still later, when I got to know Rena, she told me she does not like other girls, and they don’t like her. Understood. They are jealous.

“What about boys your own age?” I asked, I being twenty four at the time.

“I don’t get along with them, either. they only want to get in my pants. I do like talking to young boys. I am comfortable doing that.”

“Are you comfortable talking to me?”

Rena turned her beautiful face and let me look at her – without words.

I understood what my role with Rena, was, I was benevolent male energy. I was like a father to Beauty. I was not a Beast. I let her get near and get to know male energy as she had never known it. I was The One. I had rescued her from the beasty boys that were shaming her, as she had been shamed most of her life. I was, her Rabbi.

I was not suposed to have a child. She was liken to an orphan until I came into her life, but, she refuses to see this, because her mother hid her from me, twice.

The Phantom of the Opera is an orphan, who many wanted to see become a married father with child: for he is a Muse unto a Muse, who is a Muse unto him. He is a Holy Spirit that guides the gifted out of the darkness, and not into it. Without him, Christine would ot have been bathed in hundreds of shining stars upon the stage! Knowing thyself, is the first step in realizing – the Truth will set you free!

Scholars have concluded the Bronte Sisters, who wrote the world’s most famous romance novels, were virgin spinsters who hardly ever left the house and saw the world, thus, they took the material for their masterpieces from their brother, a rogue, a adventurer, and a failure. Did his sisters author him one happy ending after another?
“Go get your things, Rena.”

“Yes, father!”

Rena wanted lessons in bravery. She had known cowardly men. She saw he twenty six year old boyfriend run away from the musclemen he called “fags” rather then stand his ground and take his ass-woopen like a man. Who is the real author of this drama?

Above is Stuttemister tomb in Berlin. Stuttmeister means ‘Master of the Horse’. Consider the pale rider in Reveations. These masters were Teutonic knights that are assoicated with Death of the Tarot. Note the Grail, the Cross, and the Book on the gate of the cemetary where we behold the Stuttmeister tomb about a minute into this video. We see Jesus standing on a pillar for a very long time. Here is where I put my Jane Eyre the shamed and crucified girl who my kindred shows mercy to by giving her a piece of bread. How brave!

Liz would convert to Judaism as an adult, but, in this movie she is Christ, and they both are victims of a rabid and cruel religion – that once again hauls out its loving juggernaught of converstion in order to make war on women popular again. Do you think Lazarus cares, to hear a priest call for the beating of a homosexual, least witness such a thing, lest he take his eyes off the prize! Death is coming to shame you cowards, you masters of shame. You will stand naked before him!

Come, Jane, to a place of honor. I a Knight of the Rosy Cross, will give you sanctuary and serenity.

We regualate Death to the very background of our lives. But, it is he who hands us our masks so we can pull off our little sharade, that we have nothing to do with him, our true father, we will come home to – at last!

Jon Presco

Copyright 2012

“I have passed through the gates of Darkness unto Light. I have fought upon Earth for good. I have finished my work. I have entered into the invisible. I am the Sun in his rising…the Opener of the day…I am the Lord of Life, triumphant over Death…I am the preparer of the Pathway, the Rescuer unto the Light! Out of the Darkness, let the Light arise.” This is essentially a Rosicrucian image of the mystical journey and notice the roses on the bishop’s cloak, the woman’s hair and the banner.

The cross on the chest of the Death figure is made deliberately hard to see, perhaps to obscure the reference of the Templars. The Templars wore a red cross on white, their sergeants-at-arms wore red on Brown/Black. The representation on the Death card is closer to the uniform of the Teutonic Knights, an early offshoot from the Templars who wore a black mantle with a white cross.

Phantom of the Opera, The Lyrics

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again Lyrics

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You were once my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and father
Then my world was shattered

Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seem if I just dream
Somehow you would be here

Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won’t help me to do
All that you dreamed I could

Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental
Seem for you the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle

Too many years
Fighting back tears
Why can’t the past just die

Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye’.

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A wealthy merchant lived in a mansion with his three daughters, all of whom were very beautiful, but only the youngest, at fourteen, is named Beauty for being lovely and pure of heart; her sisters, in contrast, are wicked and selfish. The merchant eventually loses all of his wealth in a tempest at sea, and he and his daughters must therefore live in a small farmhouse and work for their living. After some years of this, the merchant hears that one of the trade ships he had sent off has arrived back in port, having escaped the destruction of its compatriots; therefore, he returns to the city to discover whether it contains anything of monetary value. Before leaving, he asks his daughters whether they desire that he bring them any gift upon his return. His two elder daughters ask for jewels and fine dresses, thinking that his wealth has returned; Belle is satisfied with the promise of a rose, as none grow in their part of the country. The merchant, to his dismay, finds that his ship’s cargo has been seized to pay his debts, leaving him without money to buy his daughters their presents.
During his return, he becomes lost in a forest. Seeking shelter, he enters a dazzling palace. He finds inside tables laden with food and drink, which have apparently been left for him by the palace’s unseen owner. The merchant accepts this gift and spends the night. The next morning as the merchant is about to leave, he sees a rose garden and recalls that Belle had desired a rose. Upon picking the loveliest rose he finds, the merchant is confronted by a hideous ‘Beast’, which tells him that for taking his (the Beast’s) most precious possession after accepting his hospitality, the merchant must die. The merchant begs to be set free, arguing that he had only picked the rose as a gift for his youngest daughter. The Beast agrees to let him give the rose to Belle, only if the merchant will return, or his daughter goes to the castle in his place.

An enchantress disguised as an old beggar woman offers a young prince a rose in exchange for a night’s shelter. When he turns her away, she punishes him by transforming him into an ugly Beast and turning his servants into furniture and other household items. She gives him a magic mirror that will enable him to view faraway events, and she gives him the rose, which will bloom until his twenty-first birthday. He must love and be loved in return before all the rose’s petals have fallen off, or he will remain a Beast forever.

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