Victoria Bond had become addicted to the ‘Brew Baby Brew’ podcast starring her good friend Professor John Von John. Once again John (Janke) was locked in cyber combat with Spooky Noodles as to who was the original Langdon. They belonged to several Priory de Sion and Mary Magdalene groups, that included Margaret Starbird. This is 1997-99. There was a lot of wild talk. This morning they are claiming they are the one that came up with the theory that Putin and Trump were using semaphore in their memes to boast about their sexual prowess and potency. It appears they made a gentleman’s agreement when Donald brought the Miss World Pageant to Moscow. Putin told Thump he was going to reborn the Romanov Bloodline by impregnating beautiful young woman. Donald rose to the challenge and began to plant his Holy Seed wherever he go. He’s owns a golf course in Scotland In the Canada Alps meme, the President Elect is telling Putin that one of his Alpine sons – is his son! Having been raised in the Royal College of Arms, Victoria understood that Cotes of Arms, were about who did who, and begat how many children by how many wives. Victoria kept count in a notebook. It looks like Trump and Putin sired forty-five children!
Victoria now turned to ‘Morning Joe’ and heard Hesgeth’s mother retract the savage truth shre revealed about her son. Then Joe said this;
“He needs treatment. Not the nuclear code!”
Victoria choked on her coffee!
“Oh my God, Joe is giving a direct message to Pete’s Mom! We’re fucked! What about the future Comander in Chief who made the worst military diecion – known to man! Oh my God! Does Starfish have a drinking problem?”
When Victoria saw the tape of the two Russian newsman being blown away by the Commander in Chief’s choices, they said this was good for Mother Russia!
“They will tear America down – brick by brick!”
TO BE CONTINUED
For several years I have been looking for a way to marry my fictional Bond book, to real events, without being sued. What if I created a FAKE NEWS PODCAST employing Victoria, Starfish, and Von John? Trump has used the office of the President, and, his running for office, the tell – BIG LIES! His lies are destroying the world. He appears to be……SATAN! I want to employ literature, historic-fiction, to store my observations in. With this letter to President Biden about my sobriety, for sure I am in our
NATIONAL ARCHIVE!
For sure……
I AM A PROPHET!
Mr. President, I became a theologian thirty-five years ago – after I was attacked for NOT SURRENDERING TO JEUS. Flags play a big part in war and surrendering. This morning I google the flags Martha Ann wants to be her personal battle flag. I was shocked! One photo got 85,000 views. That translates to a million people interested in owning he best religious voo-doo pom-poms you can find!”
I am not an attorney and this isn’t legal advice. Please consult with an attorney for any and all legal questions.
Last week, an author sent me a manuscript and something on the copyright page caught my attention. It stated that, while the book was a work of fiction, it contained real politicians as characters in the novel. Unfortunately, I had to deliver bad news to the author. He would need to go back to the drawing board, and do a major rewrite, which could take months, or longer.
“I have come, not to get the upright, but (born) sinners, so that they may be turned from their sins. ”
Dear Mr. President
I own thirty-six years of being clean and sober, and I am very supportive of your son, and your family. In AA we gift coins with symbols upon them to members, and pay special attention to the Newcomer, for he/ she is – all of us! We can identify and we may pray the Newcomer will identify with the Old-timers, and want what we have? We are bid to own a Higher Power, and are not bid to Find Jesus. I found John the Baptist, and took the vow of the Nazarite. I was raised Catholic and walked out of my first confession when the Priest said I was lying and demanded I come up with MORE SINS!
When President Clinton was impeached, I noticed no Minister of God came forth and attempted to SAVE THIS SINNER! I noticed Republicans were very delighted our President was A SINNER, because this translated into – MORE VOTES – for Republican candidates. I began to investigate, and discovered the Christian-right encouraged Christians to quit the Democratic Party, and join the Republican Party that was co-founded by my kin, John Fremont. I understood our Nation was being divided in twain, and it was now a Religious Football Game. On one side of the playing field were the Judgmental Self-Righteous Christians, and on the other were the Joyous Sinners of Satan who hate America – and Jesus! Voting booths were now CONFESSIONALS where one entered, not to confess and ask to be forgiven, but simply…..VOTE REPUBLICAN! Do only this – and you are forgiven of your sins. AS a bonus, you need not convert any sinner, but point ONE OUT and destroy THE ONE SINNER God-Jesus gave unto you, because vote-counting is very close. It is fifty-fifty!
The Christian-right has worked in the dark to gather Christian Swing Voters to their side of the field. When Trump lost, these ministers were enraged that THEIR SECRET GAME did not….WIN! I believe Men of God instructed Trump to say the election WILL BE STOLEN from him and Christendom – BEFORE THE ELECTIONS. This way – they can’t lose! This way Jesus and God will not be losers – BUT WINNERS! Thank God for the Holy Swing Votes! The score is very close! Where’s your pom-poms and your…….UN-HOLY BOOK?
“Our playbook – is Holy! Ha!Ha!”
Justice Samuel A. Alito Jr.’s wife, Martha-Ann, promises TO AIM may holy flags at the Gay Pride Flag flying proudly across the way. She suggested one flag will show a sacred heart. The Semaphore Wars – continue because I suspect Gini Thomas bid Christians to fly their flags, and upside down flags.
“I’m putting it up and I’m going to send them a message every day, maybe every week. I’ll be changing the flags.”
Mr. President, I became a theologian thirty-five years ago – after I was attacked for NOT SURRENDERING TO JEUS. Flags play a big part in war and surrendering. This morning I google the flags Martha Ann wants to be her personal battle flag. I was shocked! One photo got 85,000 views. That translates to a million people interested in owning he best religious voo-doo pom-poms you can find!
When I began to study the Bible at fifty years of age I had no problem with looking at the teaching of the Jews. When I read the Sanhedrin made a law stating no Rabbi need minster to a man or woman pre-marked a sinner by God while inside their mother’s womb, I had found the key to Jesus’s miracles and Christianity. Jesus came to get rid of this law, and as a Go’El Redeemer put an end to INHERENT SIN FROM THE PARENTS. Jesus declared there were no longer any BORN SINNERS! I am still studying why this cruelty by Men of God came about. I am looking at the outbreak of leprosy that Moses may have attempted to cure. Rich Romans and Greeks are coming to the temple to BE HEALED of THEIR DISEASE! The poor blind baggers and cripples are traditionally at the temple gates. This is not a good look? The key word is – POOR! Leprosy shows no mercy to the – RICH! There is overcrowding. Are there lepers being cured? How about, making it appear they are by DISAPEARING…….
BORN SINNERS?
You and Hunter probably have learned there is no cure for alcoholism. On the news there was disturbing talk about WEAPONIZING the Justine System, and…..GETTING REVENGE! This began when Trump’s Christian Mob stopped the Electoral Votes from being counted. I love playing chess. I understand the genius of a checkered board. Mr. President, imagine if the game of chess was corrupted. You could do this by making the chess board all black or all white. If this happened, you could not play. For this reason Christian Nationalist – WANT SINNER TO EXIST! But, forever may they not be the majority. They will MAKE SINNERS Democratic a very evil control game. They have stolen the Will of God! They do not TRUST GOD who killed His Children as punishment for King David counting the Jews. Many Christian Think Tanks are counting around the clock. It’s…….a game of inches!
GO TEAM!
Mr. President, you know how important Swing Voters are. I beseech you put together a team that will prove Democrats are not out to destroy Christians – and Christianity – and they will destroy our Justice system and our Democracy to get revenge. Quite the contrary. Justice Clarence Thomas, and Alito – along with their wives – are showing a keen interest in SWING VOTERS are leaning towards The Party of Jesus, so Trump will be back in the White House. Christian Leaders are using our Scales of Justice in a human teeter-totter game they claim God wants Republicans to win.
“And they’ve done some of that to me, too,” he said. “They look for any little thing they can find, and they try to make something out of it.”
I believe these two Justices, with the help of their wives, worked behind the curtain to repeal Woe vs. Wade in order to make Democrats LOOK LIKE SINNERS to swing voters. They don’t care about the UN-BORN…….like Jesus did! Christian Nationalists depict THE PRESS as The Leaders of Sinners, dedicated to making sure SINNERS PREVAIL. These false Men of God, want there to be more sinners in the world. Is this the mission of Jesus and God?
In researching this post I came upon Biblical passage that are applicable to you. I believe you are familiar with them. If you have seen God…..now is the time to say so.
“O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue.”11The LORD said to him, “Who gave man his mouth? Who makes him deaf or mute? Who gives him sight or makes him blind? Is it not I, the LORD?12Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.”But Moses said, “O Lord, please send someone else to do it.”
I debated about Miriam Starfish using force to put down Maximorphius, the cook and owner of ‘The Bum’s Rush’ bistro in Eugene. My subconscious altered the name of Max’s Tavern, which is around the corner from The Bum’s Rush. Miriam Starfish almost skewers Professor John Bond, a name that is a conjunction of John Dee and James Bond, I just discovered. She has a love-hate relationship with John (played by me) who give a lecture on the Habsburg painting and – the Division of the Roses! What!!!!!!! I have yet to write that lecture – that is now the key to my book!
The Bum’s Rush is now going to have a house band ‘The Scunnered’. They are Scottish Wanna-bes who dress like Scottish Pirates. Their chief is McHook. In truth they are Russian Army officers trying to kidnap Phil Knight and replace his tennis shoes on the world market with a Russian brand. Bad Boys will be Bad Boys, but, their mission is changed after coming in contact with Victoria Bond.
Myriam Starfish goes berserk after drinking one bottle of Zig-Zag Beer. After the lecture she got her hair done on 13th. John Bond had altered her life, but, did not want him to know it. She never had a mentor before. She wanted to get rid of her old fashioned look. She felt she had graduated. She wanted to put her savage ways behind her.
My first message and lesson to Yulia Rose got me banned from her Instagram.
“You are much more beautiful with your mouth, shut. Don’t overdo that cutesy bee-stung lip thing. It looks like your catching flies! You’re a woman, not a toddler.”
I knew I was on target when I read about Alec Baldwin and telling his daughter “No”. Scary shit. More tension then the wreck of a speeding locomotive. the best way to describe my Bond book, is, it is a Apocalyptic Comedy. I’m sure it feels like The End when you go on line and see your daughter’s big ass staring you in the face. Alec would make a great Bond character!
Dr. Just…..No
Just No will be Victoria’s suave stalker. His daughter is leaking info to No so he can be there when she goes out to dinner. He brings a new date each time to make her jealous. No is sure Bond is eyeing him, checking out his moves. You will see him lurking in the background. When Victoria goes to the small room, the camera pans in. His dates are always a disaster!
“What is your name again?” she asked, the hair atop her head bristling more than usual.
“No……..Just…….No!” Alex Worthington Dodge the third replied with an eager stare.
“Are you refusing to tell me your name? Come again?”
“No! ………Doctor……Just No!”
“Are you an old fuck doing your best to be rude?”
“You’re a freaken freak, a friggen piggish witch! Are you an imbecile – too?”
“Now you’re talking! I have a thing for abusive men. Let’s go to your room!”
I love art, poetry, writing books, and blogging. I fell in love with this AI portrait when I lay eyes on her. I forgot about my post on the actress, Stella Strutsenbacher, that popped up in a Stuttenmeister search. Beyond uncanny. I noticed Lisa’s tatou’s right away. She said she is “Roma” which is an extraordinary thing to tell a total stranger in a bank. Our meeting could have been the opening scene in a new James Bond movie. My Bond book – keeps coming true. Below is an account of my prisoners swap Our alliance with Germany against Russia, is strange.
No sooner do I post my last message, then I learn Broomfield was killed by ISIS. My hand is being forced. I bring The Sword and Hand of God to Mount Mizpah which means ‘Watch Tower’. Here Samuel erected a stone altar and sacrificed a lamb as did Manoah the father of Sampson. Both prophets were born ‘Nazarites For Life’ as was John the Baptist. When John was eight days old his father, Zachariah, and the priests that served in the Holy of Holies, took the newborn there to inquire of the Lord what his name will be. No words can be spoken in the Holy of Holy where rest the Ark of the Covenant, so these priests made HAND SIGNS to one another. I suspect Moses employed semaphore to signal to the army of the Lord, by putting a burning coal in the mouth of the Nehushtan..
Why is no one, not even Israel, invoking the name of Moses in the War against ISIS. You have to fight fire with fire. I am going to give you a Torah lesson, not so you believe in God, but because He is an Abolitionist God. My kindred gave birth to the Republican Abolitionist Party that fought a bloody war with the Southern Slave Masters.
“Let my people go!”
Come to Rose Mountain!
Jon the Nazarite
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When the threesome landed in Washington they were driven to CIA headquarters at Langley where John was fitted with a European suit and a black patch over his left eye. John was happy when a straightjacket was strapped on Starfish, he upset with her that she had made him afraid, once again. When a doctor shot her full of methedrine……
Stella is a James Bond woman -for sure! I have been looking for a female villain to test the metal of Victoria and Starfish. The granddaughter of Stella Strutzenbacher, who was a friend of Grace Kelly, Princess of Monaco, will do nicely. Stella is the creation of John Butler who is seen with my grandmother on Saint Croix Island. Mary comes from good German stock. Did Mary Magdalene Rosamond nee’ Wieneke, inspire Butler? How ironic that one of Mary’s daughter would marry a descendent of the Stuttmeister family. There is a Otto. Did Ian Fleming see this movie? Would Stella have been a suitable mate for Lord Greystoke? I love the cleft in her chin.
Starfish was full of joy for the first time since she and Victoria Bond had seperated. She had just got the highest score on the GED test, ever, and was accepted in Stanford West, the new extension built in Belmont on the grounds of the old Catholic college that was turned into a sanitarium of ill repute. Legend says there is a secret cave full of the descendants of the criminally insane. And this made Starfish nervous as she headed for her interview with the Dean of Admissions.
Stanford was tops with the new identification methods and could follow your DNA with relative ease. Starfish barely escaped the BAD examination after the Wizard had her urinated on a stuffed white unicorn. It was a miracle he missed the BAD SEED lurking inside – that is being hunted down by the Jews this very day. Is it possible – he’s still alive? Karl Janke was a Monster Pilot. How he managed destroy 32 tanks and three armored trains, is being studied by the manufacturers of drones all over the world. Starfish is the rising star in cyber-drone warfare. That she carries the DNA of Janke is……
Date of birth:February 7th, 1912 (Sparsee, Neustettin/Pomerania, Germany)Date of death:December 22nd, 1981 (Hamburg/Hamburg, Germany)Nationality:German
Biography
Flew approximately 500 ground attack sorties in WWII. In this time he destroyed (among other things) the following enemy materiel…
– A 5000 GRT supply ship – 32 tanks – 3 armoured trains – 3 important bridges
01.10.1931: Funker, 1. Kompanie, Nachrichten-Abteilung 2, Stettin 00.00.1935: moved to the Luftwaffe 06.04.1936: Fahnenjunker-Unteroffizier, L.K.S. Berlin-Gatow 15.06.1938: II. Gruppe, Stuka-Geschwader 163 – later renamed in III. Gruppe, Stuka-Geschwader 2 00.05.1940: WIA when shot down in Belgium with severe skull fracture 00.10.1940: back to his unit 00.08.1941-00. 06.1942: 9. Staffel, St.G. 2 00.09.1941: attack against the harbour of Kronstadt 15.06.1942: Staffelkapitän, 5. Staffel, St.G. 2 10.07.1942-00.12.1942: Staffelkapitän, 7. Staffel, St.G 2 “Immelmann” 00.00.1943: unfit for service as pilot due to his skull fracture 00.00.1944-00.00.1945: Major, Taktiklehrer and Inspektionschef, Luftkriegsschule 9 00.00.1950: commissioned as captain (Kapitänspatente A 4 and C 1)
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Starfish came back – in a vision of beauty. With Iran’s attack on Israel by Iran, we see nations in the Bible involved in modern warfare – the best of. Starfish is a Biblical Master. On March 15, 2024, I turn her into a psychopathy drone captain. Victoria ROSEMONT can not tell whose side she is on. Multipla nations help shoot down Iran’s missiles and drones, which suggests a HURRIED COALIYION was formed – and now what? This is the question of several Biblical Ages that have merged – in me! Only Saul ‘The Prophet King’ can see how humanity can survive. This is pure prophecy. Did the Tribe of Benjamin come to Norway. There is a real possibility Jesus, or, John, or both, had very pale eyes like my grandfather, Royal Rosamond.
I forbid neo-Nazis and White Supremist from using my information. This morning I beheld another Starfish. Are there clones? Who made them. Saul’s Prophets held ritual on the heights in Israel. Were they i touch with aliens?
“Nothing lasts forever, but a Great Betrayal.” said starfish on the other side of the safe door made of one inch stainless steer. “Take the betrayal of Netanyahu and the President of the United States. He and his Rabid War Zionists are counting on Donald Trump being reelected, and Israel can change U.S. Presidents like a pair of shoes – tennis shoes! They think they got the Christian Nationalists in their back pocket. Of course they want to see Donald installed as King of America. But they didn’t count on a million drones, and other war robots, that are being built inside Russia by the descendants of Kiev Royalty.”
Am I the embodiment of Farmer – whose work is not done? Many people have laughed at me, banned me, said I was insane when I gave Victoria Rosamond Bond, a bodyguard-lover that looked like Tarzan. I begin my book with the death of Starfish.
Victoria could not believe her luck. Admiral Sinclair was being stationed in Japan and asked Victoria Bond if she wanted to purchase his Aston Martin. The second she lay eyes on it in the parking lot, Miriam wanted to drive it.
‘You don’t know how to drive!” offered Victoria, relieved that her lover was not going to get behind ‘Her Dream’ and more than likely – wreck it.
“You can teach me! I am a quick learner!” Retorted Starfish – who gave her dear friend – the look.
“Shit!” Bond said, and was now googling the nearest airport where there was always a airport road that no one uses. She found one that was long enough to get her Aston thru her gears. As promised, Miriam proved to be a very fast learner!
This post is tailormade for the City Government of Belmont, who is not censoring my posts this time – so far! I was on my way to a BIG PAYDAY – with gobs of fame with my James Bond novel – when I beheld Pussy Riot being beaten, whipped, and their hair pulled, by Putin’s Goon God Squad. My heterosexual book – was toast! I did the right thing! Play the first video with full sound, and the second video with the sound down, to know……who the real savages of the world are.
A week ago I was going to blog on a reunion at the Palace Hotel with fundraiser for ‘The Royal Janitor’. There would be a train trip to Belmont where a Celebrity Labyrinth would be made in Twin Pines Park. I would invite my Star, Lara Roozemond, and, my Muse, Rena Easton, whose grandmother was so grateful I rescued her, a Beautiful Damsel in Distress. I am so grateful to the World Wide Web for making my dream come true. I have not let my women down.
John Presco 007
Copyright 2021
President: Royal Rosamond Press
The Royal Janitor
Chapter Three
When Victoria told Starfish they were going to Eugene Oregon to track down what became of the Rose Division amongst the Habsburgs, she let out a spine-altering scrrrrrreeeee! She then shook all over, began to sweat profusely, and went into a trance. Victoria retreated, and Sharena got out from behind her desk, just in case she had to make a bee-line for the exit as Starfish made super rapid foot movements with quck turns in different directions. She would later tell the folks at BAD that this was the Lek black grouse dance she learned in South Africa where she and her father fled to get away from Vladimir Putin when he became Premiere of Russia.
“I’m going to bring my drum! This is a dream come true. My mother was born in Eugene. I’ve never been there! Screeeeeee!”
“You own a drum? Why isn’t this in the report? By any chance have you heard of John von Bond?”
“Nope! But, have you heard of the Oregon Country Fair! My Kabalak Klock is telling me this is a Kosmic Konnection made in another dimension. What great timing! We are going to enter the Royal Drum Vortex. I am forbidden to ever step foot in Eugene, but, I don’t give a shit! This is it! You’re going to see – the real me! I want you to promise you will get me back to BAD!”
Victoria came in sideways to get Starfish, she twisting this way, then that, to avoid the gyrating flesh that clung to Agent 008 like kelp in a tidepool. Taking hold of her arm, she was shocked when Starfish turned in anger, and was about to slap her hand away.
“Don’t you dare! You got to come with me – now! Professor Bond is about to give his lecture.”
Starfish let out a whimper, and was pouting. Many hands tried to pull her back into the drum circle where she was a star. An old hag came up to them.
“Can we have her?”
Starfish gave Victoria a look of, hope. Perhaps things will continue to go her way.
“I’m sorry. She’s not mine to give!”
Again there came a whimper from Their Star, who made clopping sounds with her sandals all the way to the car. When she grabbed her drum, and clicked the trunk open, Victoria stamped her feet.
“No! You have to concentrate. Now get in!”
On the way to the University of Oregon, Starfish ran into her pad looking for more info on Professor John von Bond.
“Here’s a stalking report on him. Some chic is trashing his blog. She says it’s real creepy. Let’s have a looksee!”
“Does he say he’s related to me?’
“No, but he claims he is a Comet King, heir to the teaching of Meher Baba!”
“Who’s that? Never mind. We’re here”
Victoria parked haphazardly and put her DIPLOMAT shield in the window. Starfish never went to college. This was her first time on a campus. She took in all the beautiful students. The young women took notice of her, and turned their heads after she passed them. Their was an amazing aura about her. Waves of goosebumps went up and down her half naked body. There was fine mist of perspiration that caught the last light, and were like tiny rainbows. She was electrically charged due to her amazing dancing. However, she was not happy when the beautiful young men did not even look at her. Their heads were down, their eyes locked on their phone screens. At six-two, Starfish wondered if they were intimidated.
Finally, she grabbed one, on his way up river to spawn.
“Excuse me. I couldn’t help but notice your features. Victoria raised her eyebrows when she gently took hold of his chin.
“Very symmetric. I can see your father’s profile. And, you have your mothers high cheekbones. Did you know you are half your mother,and half your father, but, it is through your father…..you find God. Did you know that?…….I’m going to kiss you now!”
Victoria made a move to prevent this kiss, but, was repelled by a powerful energy field that she put around – them. Tilting his head back, Victoria delivered a soft and sensuous kiss, that froze them in time. His cellphone fell to the walkway, but, did not break. There was a beautiful sigh, that sounded like the opening of Morning Glories.
“You can go, now!” And Starfish watched him swim away. Turning, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Victoria was blushing. Their eyes were locked. She got it. Victoria dreamed of being kissed like that. Star approached, took her hand, and they walked the next hundred yards like this, they a rarity, as holding hands on campus went out of style twenty years ago.
“I was conceived a hundred yards from here. I feel it in my bones! I was made – with much love!”
After the Professors one hour lecture, and after taking him to a Cosmic Dinner at the Bum’s Rush Herbal Salad Bar, Victoria was ready to take in an American baseball Game, and get some R&R. Her mind was turning into silly-putty. She needed to get grounded by doing something totally inane. She could not use her mind one minute more, and, had found following American baseball to be totally relaxing. She ate up pitching and batting statistics like they were vallum and Prozac. She knew where this data had come from, and, where it was going. She compared it to knitting.
Miriam seemed spent after her dance-a-thon. John had put her in her place and came close to 86ing her from his lecture after she challenged him about his credentials. She had her I-pod tuned to her favorite music and was ready to hang for a couple of hours while her partner got her jollies. But, this was not meant to be.
Finding the baseball park nearly empty, they took seats right behind the catcher. The Eugene Emeralds were having a terrible season, and were in the cellar. Starfish’s head was bouncing around like she was in the rear window of a automobile. Then, HE came to the mound, and, she froze. He froze too, in the middle of his wind-up. These were warm-up pitches, or, that would have been a balk. There was her beautiful head, hovering above the umpire. Wow! What a…..Enchantress? Dalton shuddered. No woman had looked at him that way. Does she know me?
Victoria was coming back to her seat with her arms full of popcorn hotdogs, banners, soda-pop, and cracker jacks. She noticed the dead silence, and found the source. Their deep gaze was locked onto one another. If you poured cold water om them, they would not flinch.
“Here! Take some of this!”
Miriam did not hear. When she spotted the program under Victoria’s arm, she yanked at it with a growl!
“What the….?”
“I must know his name! She let out a whimper when she read “Dalton Geekie. Oh my God. What a perfect name. It means Town in the valley – with ‘crag’. “Dalton” she whispered, and then charged into her Music Ap for just the right song – their song!
“It’s here! Thank you Jesus!” Looking up, Starfish crossed herself.
“Play Ball!” the umpire shouted, and when Dalton gave the sign of the cross across his powerful chest, Miriam’s heart went pitter-patter – KERTHUNK!
Victoria had her Em’s cap on backwards, and thought she looked pretty cute. She wanted just a little limelight. It would help if someone noticed her and gave her some flirtation. What she was not ready for, was a Christian Warm-up Mating Ritual – with a raging Psychic Empathic meltdown! Miriam’s words came back to haunt her
“I am forbidden to go to Eugene! But, who gives a shit!”
There should have been some questions asked here. But, now it was too late. Starfish had locked her Victim up in an intuitive mind-probe. As the sad Cellos played ‘As I Walk Alone Down the Road’, the movie of her parents first meeting, began to roll. The blanks were being filled in as the first tears welled in Starfishes eyes.
Her father was a Russian who had a scholarship in track. He was winning every hurdle race he was put in. Warming up, he spotted her, in the bleachers. They had to have one another. When the starter pistol went off, they were under the bleachers, mashing their lips together, ripping away at their sports clothes. When they came at the same time, there was loud cheering. One sperm made it to the finished line, and, Miriam was created.
Almost thrown off the team, Ivan made a pledge to the track coach that he would stay away from that Jezebel. She was banned from the stadium, but, Ivan caught a glimpse of Sarah now and then looking thru the bars of the gate. Their love, was banished! This is how Miriam was going to play it for the next three hours, to Victoria’s utter disgust. The mesh of the backstop did not filter out any of their pathos and lust. It was a profound barrier that multiplied their love – ten fold. This, was a Forbidden Love – the best kind!
“Fuck!” Victoria whispered aloud, knowing she could not be heard above a gallery of unhappy cellos. Or, is she listening to morose Gregorian chants, again?
“My new best friend in a Russian Drama Queen!”
The coach thought about taking Dalton out of the game, but, when Miriam began to sob and wail, the crowd got into it. Victoria buried her head in the stats sheet.
“Fuck!”
The trademark of an empath is feeling and absorbing other people’s emotions and/or physical symptoms because of their high sensitivities. These people filter the world through their intuition and have a difficult time intellectualizing their feelings. As a psychiatrist and empath myself, I know the challenges of being a highly sensitive person. When overwhelmed with the impact of stressful emotions, empaths may experience panic attacks, depression, chronic fatigue, food, sex, and drug binges, or exhibit many other physical symptoms that defy traditional diagnosis.
When Miriam beheld the people climbing the stairs to the Jordon Schnitzer Museum, she let go of Victoria’s hand, skipped across the grass, and bounded up the steps – four at a time! Her entrance was like Nureyev flying across the stage. She was an escapee from Botticelli’s Primavera. People gasped! They thought she was part of a show. She was the star ballerina and the Constantine Christian Nudist Camp where she was homeschooled. This was her first encounter with an institution of higher learning.
Espying a group of people before a painting down the hall, she was upon them in seven giant steps. Her long arms reached in, and pushed them aside. There was some complaints. But, when they turned to see a goddess with roses in her hair, and with eyes the color of the sea, they parted as she zeroed in.
Everyone’s mouths were now open, like hers was open. They were seeing this painting for the first time through Myriam’s eyes. She came closer. Her long neck was craned, as she made a figure eight with her head. Now she turned sideways, and starting in the lower left corner she moved her eye across the image, slowly, till she reached the up left corner. Bending down again, she moved even closer, and ran her right eye along the work. People were astonished with her. It was a magnificent ballet. Her long arms moved her hands just above the surface as if she was taking the painting in through some kind of osmosis.
“Oh my God! There is a Möbius circle in here – and PI! How did he do this? First he is the self, then he is the audience. He goes into a total intuitive state, does a loop over, then dips down into the subconscious. Now he is walking on the dark side of the moon. There is no hope for his return. His work is surrendered to a higher power who ingnites a spark of divine inspiration! Alas, he bursts forth in The finishing!………It is Finns!
Myriam turns to face her audience. Her blue-green eyes fill with a look of astonishment.
“He is……Co-Creator!”
Around twelve people – burst out in applause!
“How wonderful!”
“I never realized this before!”
“What beauty!”
“She is – so right!”
Like a panther, she left this work and stalked off looking for another. The people moved in a fill the void. They soaked up the energy Myriam left behind. Their eyes had been opened.
Victoria watched her amazing friend, her head was above the rest, as she gazed around from the top of the mountain she had just climbed.
“Come Starfish. We are late!”
Moving into a large room, they got their first look at Mr. von Bond. There was a long leather seat with six people sitting before their Master. Myraim crept up on the seat, pushed two people aside, then sat smack dab in the middle, up front, not but fifteen feet of the old wizard that reminded Myriam of the Russian Saint Nicholas. John was going to give her something valuable – for free! She dared not move lest she be disqualified, deprived of this blessing.
John, was completely unnerved. He had to blink several times, because it was like looking at a photograph, a still life, a breathing portrait, that did not move an inch! This beautiful creature had roses in her hair. She was so completely, so utterly, receptive. And, she was more than wide awake. There was an awaking going on inside her. John von Bond, felt like a work of art. He was, her masterpiece. She, had found him.
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