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HOly Moly, It’s Holy Saturday!

‏Yay!!! I retrieved it!! It only took about 45 minutes to find the fucking post….


Today is the day that is set aside for honoring what the world was like 2000 years ago, just after the death of Christ and before the awareness of his Ascension.

Whether or not you believe any part of that, it is a day and night full of mysticism –if you would like it to be.  Or a day when evil runs rampant, if you prefer that scenario.

And if you do, you need look no further than the world right now. Insanity reigns.

First of all, according to intel from P * trio t str  ee t fighter, there were over 1300 dead bodies (adults and children) retrieved from the ships in the S u e z C anal yesterday. As well as something like 1200 still alive. Also a massive amount of arms that were heading to 100 different locations to escalate a war on Australia, New Zealand, U K , Canada, and U  S.  Also, a rigged nuclear device that was deactivated with the help of personnel onboard the ” ever given “.

So that’s sort of good news, but the continuing death toll of human tra f f ick ing is really, really sad.

Other sad news, is that the number of young people willingly getting the vax means that we likely have a growing generation that will not be able to procreate, due to the alleged high risk of sterilization for both males and females from the m R  N  A.  So not only are pregnant women — who, for some indescribably unknown reasoning,  are choosing to get the fake vax — miscarrying at alarming rates, the chances that they will never conceive again are also very high.

And this was from DC clothesline yesterday:

P  f * zer already targeting American pre-teen and young teenage girls ages 12 to 15 for population reduction and sterilization experiment known as m R N A

[…] P  f * zer is already running experimental trials with their C*. Vid ^^ 19 vaccine on children, claiming 100 percent efficacy, except most children don’t catch C* vid in the first place, and nary a child dies from it, so why all the fuss and trial research? Plus, who’s verifying that these crooked, corrupt pharma companies that manufacture the va  cc  ines even have valid tests and reported data? Nobody, that’s who. […]

[full article here]

And in all honesty, people like b  *  r  ^^ s j * h n s* n need to be shot already (if that isn’t already a body double at # 10 D s tr ee t).  This insistence that the U K have a vax pass for even one year is simply beyond criminal.
Honestly, people need to just stay the fuck home for a few more months. No concerts. No sporting events. No traveling. Refuse to spend a dime (assuming you have one to spend) on any of these corporate events until the war is over. There is simply no such thing as a vax pass for “one year.” A vax pass is permanent, gang. Permanent.
Here’s  what Naomi Wolf had to say, in case you missed it:
Va cc  in  e passports sound like a fine thing if you don’t know what those platforms can do. I’m CEO of a tech company, I understand what this platform does. It’s not about the va  c  cin  e, it’s not about the virus, it’s about data. And once this rolls out you don’t have a choice about being part of the system. What people have to understand is that any other functionality can be loaded onto that platform with no problem at all.

They’re trying to roll it out around the world. It is so much more than a va  cc  in  e pass. I can’t stress this enough. It has the power to turn off your life. Or turn on your life. To let you engage in civil society or be marginalized. It’s catastrophic. It cannot be allowed to continue.

Wolf predicts that the va  cc  in  e passport would eventually track every aspect of your life.

And what that means is it can be merged with your PayPal account, with your digital currency. M* cro  soft is already talking about merging it with payment plans. Your networks can be sucked up. It geo locates you everywhere you go. Your credit history can be included. All of your medical history can be included.

Once these nano particles are in you, gang, there is no getting them out (without perhaps Med Beds).  Not only can they change your DNA forever, make you sterile, make your entire body overreact to every virus — they make you trackable.


In short, it’s not hard to imagine this passport turning into a version of ch  in  a’s social credit scoring.

In ch  i n a, if you do what the regime wants you to do, you are accorded points to allow more freedom of movement and other perks. […]

Under the system, both financial behaviors like “frivolous spending” and bad behaviors like lighting up in smoke-free zones can result in stiff consequences. Penalties include loss of employment and educational opportunities, as well as transportation restrictions. Those with high scores get perks, like discounts on utility bills and faster application processes to travel abroad.

[full article here]

There is simply way too much at stake with these fake vaxes, gang. It is just beyond me that millions of people are refusing to do the research on this. How many times do we have to say it: Turn off the fucking TV.

Well.  That’s that horribleness. What else can you do but give people the freedom to choose? And we’ll all find out down the road, which choices were the better ones, and which were the fallout of war.

Okay. Today, I’m having a phone chat with one of my publishers regarding my next writing project.  I’m thinking it will be the project I started back in 2018 — the Hurley Falls Mysteries series. The first in the series is titled Down to the Meadows of Sleep. It’s sexy magic realism. We’ll see. The publisher indicated that erotic novels weren’t selling for her, and that “series” titles that were “sexy” were selling better.  So Hurley Falls might be a good fit right now.

But a “series” means churning them out, which is something I have never been fond of in the past, but, again, we’ll see.  Everything’s changing, so why not my opinion on writing another genre fiction series?

I’m going to try to spend some time today working on the erotic short story, “Novitiate.” Because I need to get that collection turned in to the other publisher.  Little by little, I can get closer to finishing up all these half-done projects sitting on my desk. And then — well, who knows what the fuck I’ll do!

All right — here’s something to consider regarding the Med Beds, and then I will close this. Apparently, for the Med Beds to work, they need to work with the vibrational frequencies of your thoughts. This means that if you are already engaged with concepts like the law of attraction; or that your vibrational thought frequency is an indicator of the types of experiences you are pulling toward you;  that, here in the physical, you are a “tuner” or a “focuser” of energy and of vibrational frequencies that are then transferred to a larger entity of your overall Self — if you are actively engaging this type of physical reality, then you will likely have a beneficial experience in the Med Bed.  

Otherwise, I’m hearing that quantum healing sources might not be very effective. So let’s get those thought frequencies aiming higher, gang, okay??

Okay. I’m gonna scoot. Have a great Holy Saturday, however it comes to you.  Thanks for visting, gang. I love you guys. See ya!


Below: P * trio t str  ee t fighter intel on ‘ever gr e en” (1 hr):

Below: M i cha el J * co  talks Time Wars, Clones, Super Soldiers, Star Ships, Quantum Weapons with other Super Soldiers (1 hr 30 mins):

Below: Ni ch o las V en iam in chats with David West — very interesting! ( 48 mins);

Below: X * 2 R * port (45 mins):


That snag in the road

I realize it’s a mixed metaphor.

It stands for when you’re just tootling along on the computer keyboard, happily writing your new novel, when a single word stops you. Brings you to a sudden halt.

You ponder that word. You know it’s not the right word. But what is the right word? What would be the perfect word? Then you realize, No it’s not the word that’s wrong; it’s how you’ve structured the sentence… Hm. How to re-structure it, then?

And the next thing you know, you’re dissecting whole paragraphs and suddenly everything seems to be written in a different language than the one you thought you were writing in and the whole manuscript begins unraveling. How did that happen?

Before you do anymore damage to your otherwise perfectly reasonable manuscript — STOP. Just stop it. Stop tinkering. Close the laptop and walk away!! You are clearly not in alignment with it and nothing good can come from that.

That was yesterday, folks. I had that kind of strange writing day. Luckily, I’m 110 years old now and have had many of those types of days before and know that it will pass. I’m hoping today will be better. I’m hoping that when I open the Word file and look at the Hurley Falls manuscript, it will be back in English, the language I’m most comfortable writing in…

Actually, my secret is (and I teach this to all my writing students), there is a completed, perfect version of your book, script, poem, whatever, already in existence and all you need do is tune into that version and let it flow through you with confidence into this reality.

That’s why it’s best to walk away when you’re feeling out of alignment with something because you actually are out of alignment with it, for now, so stop trying to “fix” it and go do something fun instead.

And I did!!

I had another splendid time at the theater last night!

I saw I Hate Hamlet (Paul Rudnick, 1991). I’d never seen it before and wasn’t sure what to expect, except that it would be a comedy and that it had key elements that I would probably really enjoy (i.e., I’ve always loved John Barrymore. No, I’m not that old; he was dead before I was born, but only by about 18 years, so his reputation was still part of the overall movie and theater culture when I was growing up).

I wasn’t expecting the John Barrymore character to have so much depth, though, since the play was a comedy.  But depth it had. And I came away feeling they did a great service to John Barrymore by not simply treating him as a lush-has been.

As happened in A Chorus Line a couple weeks ago, actors who are really young (very early 20s) are in the key roles and they blew me away. An actor named William Joseph Bureau played Barrymore last night and I was really impressed with his ability to tap into something timeless and have such compassion, passion, and humor. He isn’t even out of college yet. How does that happen?? Well, happen it did!

And Jack Baylis, the young man who plays the LA actor who moves to NYC and tries to take on the role of Hamlet (under the tutelage of Barrymore’s ghost), was part of last summer’s company and was my favorite last summer.  Though last night’s play wasn’t a musical, Jack Baylis had the part of the lieutenant last summer in South Pacific and had the most beautiful voice. Literally. Clear as a bell. So suited to Broadway.  When he sang, Younger than Springtime, it was truly the highlight of my whole summer.

It’s a moment I actually keep remembering, in fact. I’m guessing that, the older I get, I’ll keep remembering that moment — when someone really young and gifted was singing Younger than Springtime and time stopped. I’m guessing I’ll keep remembering it until I can’t remember stuff anymore.

That’s what is so great about live theater — those truly magical moments stay with you long after all the useless, or unhappy, or disappointing moments of everyday life have slipped away.

Okay. I gotta get crackin’ here and take a look at Hurley Falls. Have a terrific Thursday, wherever you are in the world, gang, and enjoy whatever you’re doing! (And if you’re not enjoying it, walk away and make room for the miracles!) Thanks for visiting. See ya!


I couldn’t be happier, gang!

First off, I finally have a haircut. And I got it by way of standing in front of the bathroom mirror this morning and simply snip-snip-snipping it off with a small pair of barber’s scissors.

I am so darn busy — and seemingly have been since last November — that I can’t ever get myself to the hair salon in a timely manner to get my hair trimmed. Yes, just a trim. That’s all I ever need. And now the salon is but a mere 5 minute walk from my house and I still couldn’t get myself over there. So, following in the footsteps of one of my many muses who happens to cut her own hair —

K D Lang

— I finally decided that enough was enough. That I could no longer leave the house with a mile-long bunch of dead, split-ends anymore, so off they came!! (But only about 2-inches. I’m not likely to ever be as drastic as KD Lang is when it comes to hair…)

I instantly felt several pounds lighter, at least in spirit. And when I sauntered out into the world to run my errands, everyone at the gas station and at the grocery store was visibly relieved that they no longer had to look at my unsightly split-ends anymore.


The other thing that I’m really, really happy about is that the complete revision of my mystery novel, once called The Miracle Cats, but now called The Hurley Falls Mysteries, at last started coming out onto the page on Thursday. I’m really, really happy with the new direction it’s taking, gang. I’m finally back in that space where I can’t wait to get in front of the laptop in the morning and start writing.

This first book in what I hope will be a series of Hurley Falls Mysteries, is titled: Down to the Meadows of Sleep.

The other thing that I’m super excited about is that this Wednesday, I have my ticket to the theater again. They’re now doing I Hate Hamlet (Paul Rudnick, 1991).

Loyal readers of this lofty blog — well, really long-time loyal readers of this lofty blog, who remember when I was in the throes of writing Twilight of the Immortal, my novel about Hollywood in the late nineteen-teens, early 1920s; the very same novel that, upon completion after my ten years of writing it, my agent took me to a celebratory dinner at the Chateau Marmont in West Hollywood and declared, “Marilyn, this book is your masterpiece! The only thing I can compare this to is F. Scott Fitzgerald…. but unfortunately, that’s not a good thing. No one’s buying novels like this right now” — and she turned out to be 100% correct;  well, long-time loyal readers who remember all that, will no doubt recall that I love old Hollywood.

I Hate Hamlet is, loosely, about a modern-day LA actor moving into John Barrymore’s old apartment in NYC; an apartment haunted by Barrymore, and then shenanigans ensue. Here’s a shot from the theater’s Facebook page!

I Hate Hamlet at the Weathervane Playhouse; William Bureau playing John Barrymore’s ghost.

I think it’s going to be a lot of fun!

All righty! On that happy note, I gotta go downstairs and finish doing the laundry, and then get back at The Hurley Falls Mysteries and get some good work done on that, because tonight, Endeavor returns to PBS! I need to be front & center for that, gang!

Have a great Sunday, wherever you are! Keep those miracles coming, gang! And thanks for visiting. See ya!

Shaun Evans playing Endeavor on PBS