Capturing Beauty
What I am about to reveal is THE KEY as to what destroyed three very beautiful creative people, who were very creative children, who formed loving bonds with one another. I am very afraid to reveal THE TRUTH because outsiders want this truth, want to use this truth, because they want to believe THEY DESERVE THE GIFT they were not born with, and not the GIFTED ONES – who were!
Grand Theft has already taken place. Because writing this blog is very therapeutic for me, I am compelled to reveal the miracle that happened to me. I was given a REAL GIFT by a substitute Doctor, who saw me in place of my Primary Caregiver. I will not give her name. I will give her full credit.
On July 17, 2018 around 3:00 P.M. I was set free. This beautiful Doctor gave me the key to my prison cell. I was put in a office. She was late. I got on my phone and looked at my blog. The light went out because of the motion detector. I played a Beethoven tune, and went into mediation. I almost fell asleep. When she came in, she was startled. She turned on the light and made a comment about what I was doing. I told her I am listened to Beethoven and composing my next blog. She surmised I was a writer. What do you write?
“I’m working on a James Bond book, but, my Bond is a woman! Are you familiar with James Bond?”
As it turns out, she and her family – love James Bond. It was a family event to gather in front of the T.V. with a big bowl of popcorn, and re-watch a Bond movie.
“So, this was big in you house. You made a tight bond with Bond? You carry on this family tradition! You are a Bonded Family!”
She laughed. I told her I was related to Ian flemming. She asked how. I recited this part of the family tree.”
“Elizabeth Rosemond Taylor’s son, Christopher Wilding married Aileen Getty, whose brother was te subject of a movie, who……………….”
My young Doctor laughed, then, blushed.
“I have to confess…..I am jealous, because I wasn’t born with such gifts. My brain……”
I lit up! I told her how I longed to hear someone admit they were jealous of me. You have set me free. I was in so much trouble six months ago when I came here. They didn’t get it, because I could not verbalize that word. I was doing a silent dance all around it.”
Tow years ago, in searching for the answer as to why Rena went to see Deputy Sherriff Dan Wayland, with a brown paper bag containing my letter she had torn into tiny pieces, was because SHE WAS JEALOUS of me. And, she is not alone! Right there, in that office, they all lined up – to confess!
In her letter Rena says I would be proud to know she alas has made a few friends – at the age of sixty-one. She speaks of her childhood abuse that has left her afraid most of her life. She believes she has done well and come a long way. Then, my letter arrives! It is a burst of light, like Saint Elmo’s Fire. It reads like Dante’s Inferno, and looks like a Blame painting. She sees I have rewritten the Bible and am authoring the Great Co-Dependent Victory of Darkness. I speak of the darkness I saw her in – in my dream! I did not realize I was wiping out her progress.
Rena has been jealous of – everyone! She was taken away from her abuser, and lived with her grandmother. Other children, other girls, had mothers and fathers. This is why they real well. This is why they were bright happy beings with so many friends.
I asked Rena if she was a beautiful child. I watcher her struggle with this question. The was a frown on her face, and a dark cloud over her head.
“No.” She offered.
“Describe to me how you looked.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to know if your were a beautiful child.”
“I was not. I was awkward. I had skinny legs.” Rena’s voice trailed off. End of topic.
John Presco
Copyright 2018
Rosamond Press 
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