How do I do this? How do I see into the future? Am I creating the future? Do I conjure up the future? Am I a Scribe, or a Prophet? Am I both? Am I – God?
On March 19, 2018, my character for my Ian Fleming Revival, was born. Miriam Madeline Christmont did not have a name – YET! I wondered why I made her a virgin?
Last night, THE NEW-S, introduced Kristan Ann Ware. She claims she is being persecuted as a Christian – because she is a virgin. Then, there is talk about the nasty things Trump may have done in Russia that doesn’t phase millions of Christians, because they believe Don Von John is sent by God – to bring Jesus back to earth. These same Christians believe the world is going to end on April 23rd. These people claim they are sane.
This morning I read China is going to show off it’s fleet. I have compared Rena to Helen of Troy. Last night I watched a serial on Troy. What is in a name?
CHRISTENSEN – IRENE CHRIST
In 1972 Michael Harkins and I were going to make a film where we drive his Bentley to Nebraska in search of the Female Christ. This became my first book ‘Golden Girls of the Corn Cob’.
The Seer who read me at the Berkley Psychic Institute said people come into my being and take. She did not know why. I had a dream about the Oakland Fire – three days before it happened. Mankind may be alone amongst all the creatures, when it comes TO SEEING INTO THE FUTURE. Why? If we are made in the Image of God, then God and His Human being, can SEE INTO THE FUTURE! The question is DO WE CREATE……the future? This blog is evidence – WE CAN!
I have TO PUSH everyone out of my being that loads me down with their negativity. They want me to do something with it, get rid of it – for them!
Four years ago I told Marilyn I have no dreams of the future.
“I think the world’s coming to an end!”
Is that a crucified Christ on Kristan’s cap?
Rena would have made a great cheerleader. She taught modern dancing. After Brian threw us out on the street, I should have taken her to Raider headquarters for a tryout. She would have become a Raiderette. We would live on a houseboat in the Oakland Esturary where Jack London ‘The Oyster Pirate’ docked his boat. Jack ‘The Bohemian’ is the model for the Raider.
“If your not going to whip out some paintings, like your famous sister, perhaps you can go look for a job? I’m tired of being the only bread-winner around here.”
“Oh bull! Stop laying your corn-fed shame-based Protestant work ethic on me. You make enough money for both of us. And – you love your job! You get to show off your great bod to ten of thousands of people – who adore you! Who do I got? You’re my only fan – sometimes!”
Jon ‘The Seer, Prophet, and Scribe’
Ware is now 27 and lives in South Carolina. Her lawyer, Sara Blackwell, insisted that Ware never proselytized on the job and only spoke about her virginity because she was asked about it and “because she’s too honest to lie.”
“She never once witnessed to anyone, she never once asked anyone if they believed in Jesus,” Blackwell told NBC News. “She is the friendliest person you will ever meet. If she talked about her faith in God, it’s because that’s who she is, not because she is trying to convert anyone.”
Ware’s secret spilled out in October 2015 while on a bus ride in London, where the Dolphins were playing the New York Jets at Wembley Stadium. The other dancers were talking about their “sex playlist” and Ware “was pushed to give her playlist.”
“Kristin told her teammates that she was waiting until she was married because of her personal relationship with God,” the complaint states. “She was sensitive to everyone around her having different beliefs and ideals so she further stated that it was her personal conviction.”
‘The Royal Janitor’
Sabrina Victoria Eastman could not get to Osborne House fast enough. When she got behind the wheel of her 1961 Jaguar she named ‘Grey Cloud’ the young women who picked her up at the airport tried not to show that she had been warned. She was two shades a pale grey when they arrived at the palace built for Victoria and Albert. She tried to keep up on unsteady legs. The blood was returning to her hands now that she unloosened her grip. As they made their way into the basement she realized she had an experience better than sex. She was a virgin. All her blood veins were alive with an energy she did not know existed. She felt adventurous, and nauseous. She knew she would never be the same.
At the stainless steel door, Sabrina stopped, pointed up, and asked;
“What does that say?”
It says……….”I can tell that you are quite left-leaning.”
“Why is it there?” Sabrina asked.
“To remind us to never underestimate anyone. And, never think for a second a whacked-out poet-artist and Bohemian type, is not a true patriot.”
For two years I have been contemplating a treatment for a movie based upon my experiences with my muse, Rena Easton. After she sent me her infamous letter, my plan was to complete my book ‘Capturing Beauty’ and give her and her husband much of the proceeds. Rena tells me her husband has sustained injuries that might end his career as a rancher. Rena also has been injured, and works as a janitor. She tells me how exhausted she is, and, she is getting old. I saved her when she was seventeen, and want to save her again. My connection to Ian Flemming, and her marriage to British Commodore, Sir Ian Easton, is a shoe-in for a Bondish-like flick. But even more inspired to me, is Ben Affleck is about to sign to do a sequel to ‘The Accontant’ .
The Janitor is about a young woman named Sabrina, who goes to live with her beautiful sister in Washington D.C. who modeled before some of the wealthiest and most powerful women in the world. Monica was approached by the CIA, and became a spy. When Monica got work for Sabrina, and when she walked the runway, she was recruited by a British spy, a member of MX13. Some very wealthy Lords of Parliament were being blackmailed. They were being compromised. Some of them appear to have been murdered. The one thing they had in common, was their grandmothers had been American Citizens. Several maids, or cleaning women were suspects. The thing they had i common, was they danced for the Royal Ballet. They had been trained by a Russian master named Pauline. Some of these cleaning ladies were marrying Russian oil tycoons.
Here we go again: Fresh reports claim that the end of the world is nigh. Forgetting that we were all a little burned out by the 2012 end-of-Maya-calendar debacle, outlets such as the Daily Express are claiming that the Rapture — the end-time event when Christians are said to ascend to heaven at the second coming of Christ — is coming April 23 and we should get ready for it. In case you were inclined to jump on the Armageddon bandwagon, know this: The reports are bogus, and the celestial bodies aren’t even in the predicted position for this supposed doomsday to occur!
According to the Daily Express’ claims, the position of the planets on April 23, 2018, echoes language in the Bible from Revelation 12:1-2. The New International Version of that passage (according to BibleGateway.com) says, “A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant, and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth.”
The Royal Janitor
Serena watched Miriam walk towards her for their meeting. As far as she could tell, all her bodyguard wore was some kind of loin clothe – with sandals! Her long auburn hair covered her breasts.
“Please! Be seated. And stop staring down at me as if you are going to put me in a big pot and cook me! You’ve been given a nickname, you know……..Tarzarena! Some whisper this after you pass; “There goes Lady Greystoke” Have you seen a Tarzan movie?”
“No. I’ve only seen two movies, Ben Hur, and, PI.”
“Only two? PI? What is that about?”
“It’s about a Kabbalist mathematical genius who finds another dimension. My parents put it on our video machine every Saturday after firing up the generator. We watched Ben Hur every Easter. I can recite PI backwards. Want to hear?”
“No. Not right now. I am still in a daze. I think I spotted another Leprechaun at the frozen yogurt shop. Are they really National Treasures?”
“Yes! You can go to jail for ten years if you molest one.”
“Are there female Leprechauns?”
“Do you mind if I ask why you don’t wear a bra, or, a top of some kind? What is odd, you have never exposed a breast, or two. What is your secret?”
“You won’t freak out if I show you?”
“No! Lay it on me!”
Miriam leans forward in her chair, and tries to pull her hair away from her breast.
“Oh my God – What? What am I seeing! Holy fuck!”
“Isn’t that cool. My hair has a mind of its own and wraps around my breast to hold it firm. All women can do this if they grow their hair, and don’t wear a bra. My tits don’t sag a bit. Too bad you didn’t have the parents I had. We went back to Eden – almost. I own two dozen loincloths, because Jesus wore two styles. They are hung on hangers in my closet. I don’t have a panty and sock drawer. Which one do you like the best?”
“I’ve seen enough! No more. Don’t forget you have an appointment to see The Wizard tomorrow.”
I posted this Bond blog yesterday morning. Around three I went shopping and did some composing. I tend to walk around stores in a trance. About nine last night I found Candida. I am blown away. The opening of my book finds Serena on a couch in the basement of Osborne House, fast asleep with a chisel and hammer in her hand. She is covered in marble dust. She is having her dream……………….
“I just found The Muse for my Bond, who will be a woman, who believes she is the embodiment of Camille Claudel, who like Gwen John, was Rodin’s lover. She refused to be his loyal disciple, and for being true to oneself, was shut away in a asylum. When I went to visit Rena in 1970, she took me to the art studios and unraveled a life-size clay statue her new lover was doing of – himself!
“Why isn’t he using you as a model?”
What I am doing is shuffling in the Getty Family Tree with the Waldon Tree. Dame Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor was born in Britain and was knighted in a feminine manner that Howard understands like no other. Did he meet Camille in Rodin’s studio? Did he ever consider he was playing God. SometimesI wonder if I descend from Scribes.
I believe I channeled Candida Bond and found Camille Claudel lurking within. I channeled – one of them! I went into a trance. I chunneled them through the Psychic Atlantic Tunnel that was dug with the union of Harry and Markle. The check-out guy at Walmart asked me how I was doing.
“Great! I am composing again after a long period of study. I have been walking around your store in a trance!”
I posted this at 2:44 P.M. and found Candida around 9:00 P.M. after I made the notes on my first chapter ‘The Trojan Mirage’.
was owned by Lord Howard de Waldon, who Rodin did a bust of.
FOLLOW YOUR MUSE WHEREVER SHE TAKES YOU!
I would not have found one of the wealthiest families in Britain, who own a huge hunk of London, if no for Rena Victoria Easton, who hopefully has retired as a janitor. She was suffering and in pain. Why didn’t the British Government make sure Commodore Easton’s widow has a pension to live on? I will send a letter to the British Embassy – and shame all of England, beginning with the City of London!
When I first saw Howard, I wanted to use his image as one of Serena’s ancestors because he was a handsome man.
The Royal Janitor
Elizabeth Hurley would make a great Bond. She has flirted with this role for quite awhile. She would jump at the chance to save the world from Czar Von Trumpster – for Queen and Country! No need to hold anything back, or worry about the box office receipts. We will have a famous porn star be Lady Bond’s receptionist, who is under so many NDA’s, it’s near impossible to get an answer out of her.
“Who called?………Sounds like……….? Rex Van Winklesworth called. What did that old curmudgeon want?……….Sounds like……..?
Serena has a young understudy named, Miriam Madeline Christmont, whose parents were back-to-the earth Aryan Jesus Freaks who die in a trailer when the butane tank blows. Miriam is saved when she was lured into her boyfriend’s van to make love for the first time. She will do all the action.
“She’s my virginal bodyguard, my Nordic Pretorian Guard. She was raised as a Wild Child in the woods of Montana. She will bite you if she has to.”
I am looking for a Rena look-alike……………of course!
This sums it up! I am ahead of my time! I was captured in the fishnet of life! Oh well! Now I can go down to the docks, mend my nets, and watch the whole bloody circus float by. I was born a Sea Leprechaun. I still believe in magic and beautiful women. The Uglymeisters tried to take over the world. Told you so!
Being right is no payoff at all. The real payoff, is, after no one believes you, you start to go insane. You make your cat nervous. He starts to lose all his hair, then, runs away from you. Now, that’s high drama!