That drive to town does seem to take forever, so this time, I’m prepared with a few snacks, in case I need to pull over and boost my energy!!
Also — yes! I am indeed rapidly aging, but you can see by my quite comely attire, that I remain quite stylish! Especially in footwear…
Okay!!
I have got to get to town and run errands, gang, because Sandra and I have a few hours of line-by-line readings to do, so that we can sign off — for real — on Act One!!
However — just a quick word about that research group I’m part of for James Tabor’s various archeological works in Israel. We are not allowed to disclose any details of the zoom meetings; I can only say that it is getting really, really exciting, gang. I am so happy to be a part of it!! (And I will also add that it makes me very excited regarding my play-in-progress about Caiaphas!)
For right now, I’ll leave you with these videos:
Ross K. Nichols — GODFORSAKEN: A King Like The Nations (45 mins):
And continuing the series on the Ten Commandments–
Ross K. Nichols and Juno – Kill or Murder? – Ten Words with Ross and Jono (1 hr):
James Tabor — Does Mark See Paul in His Mirror When it Comes to Salvation? (27 mins):
I will probably come back and post here later this afternoon.
I hope you are having a great day so far, wherever you are in the world. (And Charlie Ward has once again sent out a reminder about “distractions” and to stay focused on the real goal: Remove the fake Biden Admin, gang. After that, the deluge!)
Oh, also, I forgot to post here Saturday that Michael Baxter, who runs Real Raw News, has had some terrible health issues and could probably use our prayers!! Read about it HERE.
Okay. Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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More than likely my driving-to-town music!! Enjoy!!
I spent the better part of my coffee-drinking-in-bed this morning, trying to get a sense of what is really going on in Russia and the Wagner-group treason and the potential civil war.
I think that basically it’s another psy-op — one that looks like WWIII. And if we harken back to Charlie Ward’s one-minute video from the other morning — “the distractions will look like WWIII, don’t panic.” Well.
And then I combined that harkening-back with the new video below, and came to the decision that we can get out of bed, get more coffee and safely move on with our morning:
RT – ‘PRIGOZHIN MAKING DESPERATE BID’ WITH ATTEMPTED COUP – POLITICAL ANALYST (7 mins):
I found Phil’s livestream last night a little disheartening.
To be fair, though, I honestly believe he is aiming his intel now primarily at people who are new to the movement and who are just starting to wake up. Because he didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know– even if some of it only came to light this past week (Hunter; Titanic submarine; and ‘everything has been over since 2017’, etc.) — we still already knew it before the livestream. And this was supposed to be intel…
It is only 45 minutes, if you missed it last night. So you can FF through the longer-than-usual opening music:
I am also disheartened because his take on all the banks crashing and the stock market collapsing and all that chaos, is very different from what Simon Parkes reports (not all the banks will crash, the stock market will not totally collapse, there will be no EBS/EAS, and the awakening process (de-Nazification) will take years, etc.).
My feeling is that Phil is trying to create that sense of chaos to help more people wakeup quickly. But it just frustrates me.
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Yesterday was an intense day for me, gang. It’s why I didn’t post here yesterday.
I even postponed the work with Sandra until Monday, because I was in such an intense mood.
The frustration in my brain began the night before, when I was at work — a part-time job that I really like but that I wouldn’t have to have if the lockdowns had never happened. But still. I like the job. But the money is getting very tight, not just for the workers, but also for the owner. Understandably, he is getting very uptight.
But Thursday evening, beautiful weather, out on the lovely patio:
HIM: “Marilyn, come here a minute.”
I went there.
ME: “Yes?”
HIM: “No more oldies music. “
ME (astounded): “Why? The customers love that.”
HIM: “No, they don’t.”
(But they actually do — in the evenings at the train station, we stream 60s oldies, 70s dance party, and 70s pop and the customers love it.)
HIM: “We have a policy at all of my establishments that there is no oldies music allowed.”
(I’ve worked at “other” of his establishments recently where this is simply not true… Anyway.)
HIM: “Saturday night, ‘YMCA’ was playing. It’s against our policy.”
I just stared at him and tried to make my face an acceptable, unemotional blank. He’s under stress. It’s his business, and I actually like him as a person.
HIM: “When I came in Monday morning, that oldies station was stuck on my phone. I couldn’t get it to stop playing Otis Knight & The Pips.”
If ANYONE knows me personally, then you know that it took a Herculian effort, from somewhere deep, deep down in the center of my soul, to remind myself to choose my battles wisely, to consider that this man basically pays all my bills now, and NOT open my mouth and say:
“There is no such thing as Otis Knight & The Pips.”
Instead, I sort of efficiently said, “Okay.”
But when I woke up yesterday morning, I was just so frustrated by all of it. That I even have to have a job in order to survive, and that I have to work somewhere/anywhere — or spend any time whatsoever at a place where Oldies are Forbidden.
Plus, I know that the man who owns the train station is a Deadhead. He is 20 years younger than me but he loves the Grateful Dead. How tempting it is to say: “You know that the Grateful Dead was part of an MK-ULTRA psy-op, right?”
But this is the world we are in right now. We just have to keep moving forward in whatever way we can, and not turn against one another. So I got out of bed, got dressed, and turned my attention to my erotic novella-in-progress, Novitiate, and the sinister undertones of 1966 (see post from Friday), and because of Kubrick’s alleged involvement with the faking of the NASA moon landing, found myself finally watching the series at GoodLion.TV: “Eyes Wide Open: The Murder of Stanley Kubrick”.
The morning did not get cheerful from there. I took out my boxed DVD collection of Kubrick’s best films, set it on top of my TV table, and really looked at those titles. Except for “Barry Lyndon,” those other films of his were huge parts of major “culture destabilization”, weren’t they? Uncannily simpatico to the agenda of MK-ULTRA, etc., etc.
And Kubrick’s familial connection to influential (to say the least) Nazi filmmakers was also really discomfiting. (His wife was the niece of Veit Harlan.)
Too much information, all at once. Because even though I was a little girl in the 1960s, I was very aware of the culture and I have a very good memory. So, to see this sinister underbelly of everything that was such a huge part of my childhood…
Well, I just keep pondering — what is Novitiate really supposed to be about? I’m not suddenly being shown all this for no reason.
And of course my actual family life was disrupted on many levels by “cultural destabilization” in the 60s and 70s. And now with my dad dying — so many vibrant and vivid memories, gang. I want to capture all of it before my time here is through.
Anyway.
So I am back at it today. Reminding myself that it’s okay that I have to go in to that “oldies verboten” part-time job, for now — because I need it and because I like being there, even though I’m not getting any writing done while I’m there and in a handful of weeks (28 days to be exact) I will be 63 years old.
And soon everything will drastically change. Again.
I’m going to leave it at that and get started here.
Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Until Thursday, I had not known a single living soul on planet Earth that objected to “YMCA”. (I guess some people might connect it to Trump but you’d have to be watching his rallies to even know there was a connection.)
To me, that song now represents everything that was so wonderful about life just prior to AIDS (something we now know, thanks to Dr. Judy Mikovits, was caused by the Hep B vaccine and not anal-sexual promiscuity or the use of Vaseline or Crisco during anal sex…).
What a great song. What a great era to be gay in. For a brief shining moment, we laughed so much and so often.
What planet did I wakeup on yesterday, when anybody, anywhere – least of all, the place where I work — claims “YMCA” to be verboten??
Anyway. Play it loud. Smile — if you remember all of this great gayness and casual sex of 1978 (because it didn’t last long, gang — it became a walking horror show) and try to simply enjoy.
I’m actually talking about research that I’m continuing to do for the erotic novella, Novitiate, which takes place in the summer of 1966.
I knew that the CIA was somehow involved with creating the counterculture of the 1960s by flooding the “youth market” with LSD. And I knew Tavistock was somehow involved, too….
So I went to Freespoke to see what came up and — voila! — wow. It led to hours of reading and reading and a growing sense of nausea…
If you will allow me to go back to 1966 for a moment: It blew my mind, man.
Good lord. Way too much MK-ULTRA in this world, gang. And, in essence, going all the way back to about 1913. (And those fucking Rockefellers and JP Morgan are all over everything…)
If you are interested in reading this, it involves a total of 5 long articles. But here is the main one that stupefied me yesterday:
“[…] Irvin saw troubling implications in his discovery. He was aware, of course, of the CIA’s infamous Project MK-ULTRA, in which the organization had given LSD to unsuspecting U.S. citizens. He also knew of the many conspiracy theories claiming that the government has been somehow involved with the creation of the “drug culture.” He was also aware of Dave McGowan’s research on the drug and music movement that had come out of Laurel Canyon in the 1960‘s, which showed that many of the “rock idols” who created it were the children of members of military intelligence.
So the fact that a member of the CIA had also been involved with the discovery of Psilocybe mushrooms fit into a large collection of troubling linkages between the American government and the drug culture that emerged during the 1960’s. Irvin decided to do further research into the government’s involvement with the “psychedelic movement”. An obvious question he hoped to answer was: Had Wasson been somehow involved with MK-ULTRA? […]”
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However, I also did this research yesterday, which you might like lots better: images from Playboy Magazine in 1966! (And, yes, Hefner was allegedly part of the CIA, as well. But this has nothing to do with that, for now. Because Novitiate is not about the CIA…)
Allison Parks, Playboy, January 1966
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My head is really just kind of spinning, gang. I randomly chose the summer of 1966 when I began writing Novitiate, 3 years ago. But now I’m seeing that 1966 was a very sinister year. Underneath it all. And so I’m sort of marveling at what this novella might really be about?
Plus, of course, it also makes me ponder my own life — since we’ve all been under the effects of MK-ULTRA for a really, really long time.
And having nothing to do with the CIA. However–
How perfect was this?? Dana Petty posted it to Instagram last night (her wedding anniversary to Tom — see my blog post from yesterday). How amazing that it mentions “Just Like A Woman”– part of my 1966 “soundtrack” for Novitiate:
So those wheels of curious coincidences just keep on turning, gang.
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No update yet on Phil’s livestream for tonight. But this was interesting — posted to his channel yesterday, about the Titanic Submarine (psy-op, anyone??):
And, hey! How about this??
A LINK BETWEEN A SIMPSONS EPISODE AND THE SUBMARINE THAT IS STUCK – IT GETS WEIRDER AND WEIRDER. (3 mins):
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But here’s some helpful advice from Charlie Ward yesterday —
THE DISTRACTIONS ARE COMING; DON’T PANIC! (1 minute):
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And I loved this one, from Phil’s channel this morning. (This war we are fighting, gang, it goes so far back. An entire society, purposely driven mad, decade after decade, by everyone we were programmed to believe. I’m so entrenched in all this stuff, day after day, that sometimes, when I finally step back and get the broader view of MK-ULTRA, it is astounding that any of us are still alive.)
Okay! That’s it for now.
Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world!
It seems that Faulkner had an even tinier desk than I have! And he wrote many masterpieces of fiction. Not to mention, also got some sort of a Noble Prize.
So that’s exciting and fills me with hope!
This is from Instagram. Someone I follow went to visit the Faulkner homestead and posted some photos:
William Faulkner’s Desk
(Is that a can of tobacco next to his lamp? That reminds me: in my continuing search for proof that somehow, someway, smoking tobacco might actually be good for you:
[…] The Native Americans and all the other indigenous smokers had it right, but in this century we have adulterated the hobby of smoking by adding so many poisonous chemicals. Educating ourselves on the risks and benefits of enjoying one of natures herbs could lead to a much healthier life for smokers. […]”
I’m not sure I’m ready to smoke a pipe, but I did call Valerie immediately and clued her in that maybe, just maybe, we could somehow, someway start smoking again…)
I really wasn’t going to spend much time on the blog today because I have the entire day to spend on Novitiate and I don’t want to get distracted.
Plus, it is an absolutely gorgeous day here today and I really love sitting at my larger-than-Faulkner’s desk and writing on a gorgeous day — and when it’s the summer Solstice (!!!!!!), to boot!
BTW– I still follow the Cainer Horoscopes in the UK, and here is my horoscope for today:
“You’ve negotiated your way round a big obstacle. You’ve turned a corner and the road ahead looks straight. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about it’s because your mind still needs time to catch up with the change in your reality. This is probably because you haven’t had a chance to put an idea to the test. The Solstice is always an empowering moment for you. With the Sun in your sign, you’ll soon see how a new arrangement will work. If you trust in your abilities and your entitlement to make progress, you’re set for action.”
That just feels really auspicious to me, gang. Especially on the heels of what I’ve been going through with my writing lately.
But add to that — the ideas and the visuals for the scope for Novitiate just keep coming. I’m sort of astounded by it but I couldn’t be happier.
So I’m not going to spend too much time here today. I want to get to the writing.
However, I saw this on Instagram and just had to post it:
JOHNNY GUITAR!!!
Joan Crawford in “Johnny Guitar”
Wait! No! Not that Johnny Guitar—
Johnny Depp posted this on Instagram today!
It has something to do with Jeff Beck, although I have no idea what. But he does indeed have two guitars here, so, well something’s going on. Perhaps it is Jeff Beck’s guitar. I don’t know.
But Johnny Depp only posts to Instagram sporadically, so I thought I’d share it here.
It’s also the heavenly anniversary of when Tom & Dana Petty had their public wedding: June 21, 2001. They were married privately in Vegas, earlier in the month, but had a public wedding in Malibu a couple weeks later, which was officiated by the Right Reverend Little Richard.
That’s really it, gang! I want to get started here.
I hope you’re also having a great day, wherever you are in the world! Enjoy that Solstice energy.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Some more songs from the “soundtrack” of Novitiate:
Likely the best news of all — for all of us — is that Real Raw News is reporting that Whitmer’s gonna hang. (If she hasn’t already….)
“Yes, sir, she and Garlin were discussing how Covid was fake and how the lockdowns were a social experiment to see if people obeyed orders,” Robert said.
“I want to be clear. You personally heard the defendant say Covid is fake,” the admiral said.
“I did,” Robert said. “She said it’s no different from seasonal flu.”
“Hunter Biden to plead guilty to three federal charges Breaking news from around the world.“
(My guess is that we need to read this story with many grains of salt, gang. No way has Hunter been out, roaming the world as a free agent all this time. I don’t think he’s been executed — maybe he has — but he has definitely been under arrest for a really long time. And there’s, of course, something way, way, WAY fishy about why his laptop ended up in that pawn shop to begin with. However, this story is likely optics, but optics that will lead to something very, very positive. We’ll wait and see!)
Meanwhile.
All other good news is basically in my own world–
Sandra and I have begun the line-by-line read-through of Act One of “The Guide To Being Fabulous” and I have to say yet again, gang — this show is incredible!! It is just so good.
It is a one-woman musical; Sandra’s life story — with all original songs written by her and composer, James Dower. Not only is her life incredible, but the songs are, too.
I’m not just saying this because I’m helping her write it. I’m saying this because, when she first showed me her script in 2015 and asked me to help her with it — I thought that the potential of it was incredible, way back then.
And now it is really coming to fruition.
We worked on the first half of Act One yesterday and after we were done for the day, we were both kind of speechless, going, “Wow. It’s really there. It’s finally all on the page!”
Sandra Caldwell, circa 1990s
It made me want to start drinking again; to go to the corner gas station and buy a bottle of red wine to celebrate!!
Yes! That is my life out here in the Hinterlands! Gone are the days when every celebration called for a fine bottle of Saint–Émilion from the wine shop on the corner of Broadway and W. 97th Street — and nothing less!
And now that I live in an area of the world where nary a bottle of Saint–Émilion is offered for sale, at any price —
I have learned to settle for a bottle of wine from the gas station!!
BTW, I no longer drink because, nowadays, I have such a clean diet that even half of a glass of wine gets me drunk, immediately. It is absolutely not enjoyable.
“[Art] insists that we retract our ego, our sense of self, the cosmetics of identity and let it do its thing. We are in service to art, not the other way around.[…]“
Wow, did it resonate with me, gang. Readers here know that I have been struggling, lately, to find my writer’s voice again, to make my way back into any of the many works-in-progress that are sitting here on my desk — and have been since the Fall of 2020.
It was getting frustrating, depressing, debilitating.
But that Red Hand File yesterday was so intense, it sort of blew me away. And then I was suddenly back at it. I just went right into creativity mode.
One of the first things I did was re-link my blog to my “In the Shadow of Narcissa” memoir-in-progress. I was kind of stunned to discover that the website was still there. I thought I had deleted it (only because it was getting pirated by a site in China). But I hadn’t deleted it. It was all still there; I had only unlinked it.
So I re-linked it. (There is nothing new there yet. And you can only access the link if you visit my website from a laptop or desktop. You can’t find that part of my website viewing it on a cellphone.)
And then — wow.
I cannot even recall how it started, but I was suddenly working on notes for Novitiate, an erotic novella that has also been in progress since before the war.
And the notes took me to a much deeper place — I saw that the story had to really expand, and I saw how to do that. And the whole rest of my evening — about 5 hours — was spent on making more and more notes, and suddenly having all these amazing ideas, and realizations, come to me.
Wow.
And then this morning, while I was shaving my legs (!!), I suddenly further realized that Novitiate, which takes place in 1966, and 1954 Powder Blue Pickup, which obviously takes place in 1954, were going to be part of a sort of erotic series, and that there was going to be another erotic novella after Novitiate, that was going to be about the 1970s!
Jeez. Yay. Talk about flowing…
Anyway. You can read Nick Cave’s Red Hand Filehere.
And I have to add, that this photo he included really nailed it for me: a photo of the chaos of Giacometti’s studio, an artist that I love. It just sort of sang out to me, really loudly, that I just have to get back in there and keep on working. So I did.
Okay. I think that’s it for now, gang.
Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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A little bit of the “soundtrack” for Novitiate— enjoy!
Except for the dramatic headscarf and that incredibly awesome vintage automobile…
I was, though, wearing my sunglasses and a brand new sundress covered in a colorful flower pattern, when I drove down to see my dad for Father’s Day.
And I did notice that when I got out at the (very crowded) rest stop, none of the many women there were wearing dresses and I also noticed that every man, in every age range — including the guy who worked there and was on a break, smoking a cigarette in the “smoking zone” — who I like to think was in my viable age range but whose mom is probably younger than me — stopped what they were doing or saying or smoking to stare at me.
In a very nice way.
So that was really great. The trip itself, however, was sort of stressful. Just knowing what my dad is going through. plus, the drive itself, there & back. really knocks me out. I don’t drive long distances anymore and I just can’t get used to it.
Other than that, though, it was a great day. The weather was incredibly perfect and beautiful. One of my stepsisters was there, too, and I hadn’t seen her since her mom’s funeral (my stepmom), back before the lockdowns. She was doing really great and it was nice to see that (except when she mentioned something about being 57 now, I almost collapsed, because she’s supposed to still be in her twenties — right? Where the fuck is the time going??? Man.)
Anyway, it was a great day, but it exhausted me.
Beginning today, I have a lot of theater-related work to do with Sandra, so I won’t tarry here.
If you haven’t been keeping up with Phil, he’s been posting a lot of stuff about the presence of the military in all the various States. I have been on the lookout for that, but so far, I haven’t seen any in Ohio yet. Could be that they’re just eluding me…
I posted the link to Ross K. Nichols’ upcoming video about “Following Jesus out of Christianity.” If you did not get a chance to see it live, the replay is now up there and it was just a really, really great lecture, gang. I am so looking forward to this new series.
Following Jesus out of Christianity (56 mins):
So that’s kind of it.
I gotta scoot and get ready to work with Sandra. (Which means: grab more coffee and eat something so that my brain is actually functioning…)
Enjoy your Monday (or your Juneteenth holiday, if you live here in the States).
Thanks for visiting!
I love you guys. See ya!
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Some of my endlessly-driving-music from yesterday!!! (I was listening to a phenomenal 60s-Oldies playlist.)
Here in my own life — I finally got to touch base with Sandra yesterday about her meeting with the director of our play, “The Guide to Being Fabulous,” and all the final rewrites to Act One. It was all really, really positive.
The best news — the director is planning to tour the show to several other Canadian cities after our run in Toronto, in the “Her Words Festival” this fall at Soulpepper.
And that tour will help us really polish the show until its razor sharp, because after that, we head to Off-Broadway with it, in NYC.
As Sandra said yesterday, “It’s all real now, girlfriend. This is it.”
Such an incredible feeling after working on this show for so many years.
Soulpepper Theatre Co. in Toronto
And things are looking good not just in my own life, but check out some of the great stuff going on in — yes — the war!!
The new BRICS currency being discussed will reportedly be backed by gold, rare earth metals and the other natural resources of the BRICS members, with expansion bringing in the vast natural resource wealth of new members.”
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And here are a few very short videos from RT this morning. Really good stuff finally taking hold world-wide, gang. We really are nearing the end of the war:
RT -IRAN SIGNS MAJOR AGREEMENTS WITH THREE LATIN AMERICAN ALLIES (3 mins):
RT – #SPIEF2023 | RUSSIA ‘NEGOTIATING WITH ALL FRIENDLY STATES ON ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF PROJECTS’ (48 seconds):
RT _ #SPIEF2023 | ‘EVEN THE SMALLEST ECONOMY HAS A VOICE IN THE EEU’ – RUSSIAN DEPUTY PM (4 mins):
And even though all the news in the US right now is fake– behind the scenes, things are also looking really good here, too, gang.
Just spitballing here, but this is what I’m putting together:
Covid origins have to become public on Sunday
Trump is free to post on other social media on the 17th (he had an inclusivity clause on Truth), think, “my fellow Americans…”
Wednesday is the longest day of the year. (Most light)
Bidens are done. Too many whistleblowers and information came to light and it’s even in the mainstream news now. They are going to throw him overboard to save themselves
Storms all over the place.
Thousands of banks on the list for defaults.
We are seeing military movement
Frenetic Spiritual atmosphere is super heavy right now
Prophets are getting more Words, more frequently, and with greater detail.
More distractions in the news than I ever remember before
Satan’s minions are getting more sloppy and “in your face” for the people to swallow. It’s not discrete and gradual indoctrination anymore, it’s an obviously evil bulldozer effrontery.
The fact that Trump is going higher in the polls is a testament to how many people are pulling their heads out of their arses and waking up to the media and politician’s lies. More media outlets are falling
Virtually the whole world is in revolt and protesting their various corrupt governments
Still more voter fraud evidence is being revealed publicly and more people than ever are onto their cheating.
Ukraine 🇺🇦 is almost done
European countries are now publicly interested in joining BRICS.
Senators and other insiders with sat phones are being told to charge them up and be ready.
People have already researched the crap out of the evil cabal’s effects on historical and current sacrificial worship of Lucifer and how we have been enslaved and now a lot have moved on to researching the aspects of returning to health and a full prolific life. Hopefully, to bring an end to “the stupiding”
Practically everyone now knows about the children
Our covenant nation is about to celebrate another birthday 🎉🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸”
So all that is really great news.
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Okay.
Q&A with James Tabor & Gnostic Informant — Reflecting Back on My 45 Year Career (2 hrs):
And starting today — this new class should be awesome, gang:
Ross K. Nichols –Following Jesus out of Christianity:
And that’s it!!
We’re back to having beautiful weather here in Crazeysburg, so I don’t have to stress about the leaky roof or keep reminding myself to not look up at the ceiling…
I’m ready for just a really great day, gang.
I will not be posting tomorrow because it’s Father’s Day and I’m driving down to see my dad.
Me, with my dad a bag of potato chips, but my dad took the photo (Cleveland, Ohio, 1962-63):
Enjoy your beautiful weekend, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Play them loud! Kick back and enjoy my wee bonny childhood!!
Yes, driving to town today to get groceries!! (How I wish these guys were real and actually drove me to town & back whenever I needed them to…) (Or needed them for “other stuff,” come to think of it!)
Anyway, I’m feeling better, brain-wise. Even though, yesterday, yet another Government-affiliated organization that is supposed to help low-income seniors get affordable home loans for roof repairs has turned me down.
Because of the bankruptcy. Caused by COVID lockdowns. Caused by “the Government”.
Well, hmmm……
Naturally, since we have had a lot of wind and rain over the past couple of days, my roof has sprung two more leaks… but I guess we will continue to turn it over to God and see what eventually comes from all this.
And most important of all — DO NOT LOOK UP AT THE CEILING. It only spoils my day.
Okay.
So, yes, the video below is war stuff, but it is incredible. Especially if you are a creative in the entertainment industry in any way and have been wondering how on Earth you will ever deal with the whole movie-making process again, now that all the satanic child sex trafficking stuff in Hollywood has come fully to light…
This was great and very informative. (It is primarily about the movie, “Sound of Freedom,” and Operation Underground Railroad, saving sex-trafficked kids.)
MEL K & NATE LEWIS | OPERATION UNDERGROUND RAILROAD: THE HEROES BEHIND SOUND OF FREEDOM (43 mins):
I didn’t sleep particularly well last night (my bedroom was hot & humid because of the rain), yet I still woke up in this really great mood, feeling like the career-related cloud of “overwhelment” has passed! Yay.
(Yes, I am brave enough to use a word like “overwhelment” in a sentence, and publicly, even though the spellcheck is alerting me that I am about to make a grave error…)
So we shall see where this new frame of mind will lead today. Even if it doesn’t lead to any new writing, sometimes just having a happy day because you’re having a happy day, is absolutely the best thing.
Okay, so I gotta scoot and get into town. So this is a short one.
Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world, gang.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Okay, so THIS song was singing away in my brain upon awakening this morning!! What could it mean? I sure don’t know but what a happy song it is!
From 1965, Herman’s Hermits’ “I’m Into Something Good”!! Enjoy, gang!!
“I’m Into Something Good”
Woke up this morning feelin’ fine There’s something special on my mind Last night I met a new girl in the neighborhood, whoa yeah Something tells me I’m into something good (Something tells me I’m into something)
She’s the kind of girl who’s not too shy And I can tell I’m her kind of guy She danced close to me like I hoped she would (She danced with me like I hoped she would) Something tells me I’m into something good (Something tells me I’m into something)
We only danced for a minute or two But then she stuck close to me the whole night through Can I be fallin’ in love? (She’s everything I’ve been dreamin’ of) She’s everything I’ve been dreamin’ of
I walked her home and she held my hand I knew it couldn’t be just a one-night stand So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could (I asked to see her and she told me I could) Something tells me I’m into something good (Something tells me I’m into something) (Something tells me I’m into something, ahhh)
I walked her home and she held my hand I knew it couldn’t be just a one-night stand So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could (I asked to see her and she told me I could) Something tells me I’m into something good (Something tells me I’m into something) Something tells me I’m into something good (Something tells me I’m into something) To something good, oh yeah, something good (Something tells me I’m into something) To something good, something good, something good
These last few days of working with Valerie on the book cover-coffee mugs has just been stupefying. (See the blog post “At It Again“)
It’s not like I don’t remember my writing career prior to Q, but it’s this notion of how many years I’ve been working at it, you know? I lost track. And now it’s back on my plate. My primary focus. And suddenly, I just can’t process any of it.
Nowadays, when I think of my writing career, I think that I’ve written about 5 novels and a few novellas, a bunch of short stories and some scripts… And then when I was faced with choosing the book covers for the coffee mugs, I see I have to choose from 25books. Of my own. Not the dozens that include my work but are edited by someone else.
What the heck?
Almost all of my books are out of print now, so I kind of forget. But I have bookshelves in my storage closet filled with books I either wrote or edited or contributed to over the decades, so it’s all in there. But I really don’t see it anymore. If it isn’t on LULU or Smashwords or Amazon, I simply forget.
Here’s one small portion of the writing madness in my storage closet. Some of my published books over the years, and all of my journals.
Marilyn’s Closet: I’d forgotten that the Mammoth Book of Erotic Photography came out in 3 different countries at once. It was a world-wide bestseller. Yes, I forgot this.
The closet is filled with books, journals, original manuscripts, correspondence — all of it “overseen” by Valerie in Brooklyn, since she is one of the heirs to my humble Estate…
And the idea of having a blog for 25 years just blows my mind. I cannot get my mind around that, still. Where did the time go?
Marilyn’s Room was an offshoot of my first erotic fiction site, Other-Rooms.com. That idea was born in the fall of 1997, when I was riding the subway in NYC, thinking about the terrific erotica writers who were emerging in the US and the UK and I wanted the world to know about them. So I decided to start Other-Rooms. It was named after one of my favorite writers, Truman Capote, and his classic provocative book Other Voices, Other Rooms.
On Other-Rooms, other erotica writers had their own “rooms” where they could publish their erotic short stories or erotic poetry. This was back when the Internet was brand new. There was not the ton of content there is today. Other-Rooms was an incredible success, internationally. Almost immediately, it was getting 5000 visitors a day. And every writer who had a room on Other-Rooms got a publishing deal of some kind (sold a story or poem, or got a book deal). It was incredible. We even made it into Playboy‘s Online Hall of Fame. And I did it all by myself, from my room.
Marilyn’s Room was actually incorporated, in 1998. I had business partners, investors. I had my own server and programmer up in Boston, and a 24-track recording studio in Midtown Manhattan (upstairs from the old Studio 54) was also a partner — it was the multi-media arm of Other-Rooms. We featured filmmakers, spoken word recitals, recorded interviews, erotic photography. Multi-media was very expensive back then and was bulky and very hard to upload. But we did it. And on the Marilyn’s Room site, I had an online journal — which eventually came to be called “blogs.”
But anyway. I remember it all. I just don’t understand how time suddenly just flew.
So I sit at my desk and look at all the works I have in -progress since 2020 and I don’t even know how to begin. Where to jump in. How to get it all done. Plus I still have the play rewrites in full swing all summer.
So it is safe to say that I am overwhelmed.
But before I forget– Valerie created this on Tuesday night and I just love it!!! It was probably my most controversial book ever (the first time I ever actually got hate emails), from 2005 — Zowie! It’s Yaoi!Western Girls Write Hot Stories of “Boys’ Love” — published by Thunder’s Mouth Press in NY, and now you can own it as a lunchbox!! With the Marilyn’s Room blog logo on the back. (My blog logo is also the logo for my self-publishing company: Marilyn’s Room Books.)
Zowie! It’s Yaoi! Western Girls Write Hot Stories of “Boys’ Love”
So. I’m tired, gang. And confused about this fleeing of time. And of course, I spend a lot of time thinking about my dad, my childhood, since I will be making the trek back down there to see him this weekend for Father’s Day.
For some reason, when I was a little girl, I always bought my dad this for Father’s Day. I really loved the smell of this stuff, and the packaging, plus I could afford it on my teeny allowance! I don’t think my dad ever wore after shave, let alone English Leather…but I, personally, really loved the stuff.
In other news…
This was awesome, gang. Just great historical stuff here.
Gnostic Informant & Ross K. Nichols — Oldest Mention of DAVID & ISRAEL ever Discovered (1 hr 44 mins):
And in other other news–
I’ll just say that I think it’s interesting that Phil is off on his honeymoon for the month of June, not totally silent but basically not posting any intel. And at the same time, SGAnon is “recovering from surgery” and also got a “promotion at work” so he has no time to really post anything right now, either….
Even Charlie Ward is “still recovering”.
And Real Raw News has slowed way, way down…
Lots of silence out there, folks.
So we’ll see.
Meanwhile, I have to get to work on a bio for Sandra for the play. So I guess I need more coffee to get the brain back on track.
Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Linda Ronstadt & the Stone Poneys, her first hit, which I find myself singing all the time — “Different Drum”, from 1967 (and written by Michael Nesmith, of The Monkees). Enjoy!
Here are a couple more samples that I think look great on a coffee mug — or an apron, as it turns out!! (Valerie’s idea)
This one is being resized to fit the bottom credit
And all of these have the “Marilyn’s Room” blog logo on the other side (see last night’s post).
And it occurred to me yesterday, while Val and I were working on these, that I’ve had the Marilyn’s Room blog continuously for 25 years now. That is a hell of a lot of posting to the blog, isn’t it? I’ve used different servers, different platforms over the decades — and I’ve been here on WordPress the longest: 9 years already. I have no clue where the time went.
And also, yesterday, while we were getting the cover art together and choosing which of my books I wanted to include — narrowing it down to 20 (twenty!!??!!) — when the hell did that happen?? 20 books??
To be fair, I’m including the cover art for Girl in The Night: Erotic Love Letters to the Muse, which isn’t finished yet. But there were 5 other titles that I left off because the covers were either absolutely boring or just did not look great. (And this doesn’t include any of the many books I contributed work to — that number would just get ridiculous.)
Anyway. I do not remember all of this life happening, gang. I mean, I kind of do, but I kind of don’t — I don’t understand how all this time unfolded and happened.
Okay, well, here’s Valerie’s great apron idea!! I find this strangely perfect but really funny (I cannot imagine anyone in their right mind buying this, but we’re selling it!):
It would look like this if you wore it– just in time for Father’s Day!!
Anyway, so that’s been fun…
Okay.
Yes, I realize we have an indictment thingie going on over here, and that Truthers are ready for this to be the thing that triggers everything else. I sure hope so, gang. We’ll have to see. (I still think it’s extremely odd that Phil’s on his honeymoon right now and looking really happy. I always try to factor that into everything I’m seeing.) (And just fyi, everything out there contradicts everything else out there, so I’m just sitting tight and watching it all.)
Meanwhile, no notes yet from Sandra about her meeting with the director of the play, so I have another wide open day in front of me. Now that the exciting coffee mugs are, basically, finished — just awaiting some finishing touches from Valerie — maybe I can really get down to some actual writing today.
That’s really it for now. In the event something significant actually happens regarding the indictment, I’ll jump back on here.
Meanwhile, thanks for visiting,
I love you guys. See ya!
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James Tabor — Did the Essenes Write the Dead Sea Scrolls–What Can We Say After 75 Years? (1 hr 11 mins):
Another one for that one I love, just for the thrill of it all! Enjoy, gang!!
Bob Dylan, “Tight Connection to My Heart (Has Anyone Seen My Love)” 1985.
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