To Be A Princess, You Have to Be Born A Princess!

Meghan Discusses the George V Convention re: Titles/Styles

The purpose of this blog is to address the runaway assumptions, effrontery… ignorance of many of the Sussexes’ supporters, #sussexsquad who insist on referring to Meghan as Princess Meghan. If you are going to be focussed on a subject, any subject, do know about whom or what you speak or you simply lose credibility and are dismissed as ignorant and a waste of time. Blindly referring to Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex as Princess Meghan serves to incite animus towards and ridicule of both Meghan and Harry. For all that they have been through and all that they have survived, just please show both humans their due respect by correctly referring to Meghan as she is correctly styled: Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex – the HRH style was agreed to not to be used as part of the Sandringham summit in early 2020. She was not born a princess, therefore it is a disservice to her and those so born to refer to her as Princess Meghan.

To Be A Princess, You Have to Born A Princess

Into that sparkling May sunshine in 2018, Meghan walked into St. George’s Chapel and remained unaccompanied up the aisle until she was escorted by then HRH Prince Charles, The Prince of Wales, her father-in-law. She walked in born a commoner, a self-made, independent woman, an American, a Black American. To be a princess, Meghan would have to have been born to a prince, Queen or King. It is a great disservice to Meghan, if you are truly a supporter of hers and respect her, to doggedly insist on referring to her as Princess Meghan.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex

Meghan has never once referred to herself as princess. When did any of you, #sussexsquad, hear Meghan refer to herself as princess or Princess Meghan? Meghan knows the importance of these things and would never incur further animus by doing any such thing; to do so, would further embolden the racially predatory detractors to increase their attacks on her and question her credibility. I do know, however, that a lot of animus towards Meghan comes from royalists, especially those in the UK and Commonwealth, who watch Meghan being referred to as Princess Meghan when this is not the case, all thanks to #squaddies thinking that they have a damn right to inflame already febrile animus towards Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex of whom one claims to be a supporter.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex

Honestly, you don’t get to decide that Meghan is Princess Meghan because you are American and no one is going to tell you what to call her. You, whether supporter #sussexsquad or detractor do not own Meghan! She is a human being, a wife, mother, entrepreneur and humanitarian… she owes none of us anything. However, at the very least, you can have the decency to respect who she is and not call her Princess Meghan. It is just as disrespectful as the British Media still referring to The Princess of Wales as Kate Middleton fifteen years on, simply because she is not of aristocratic birth. Trust me, I am old enough to remember these things, but Fleet Street did not go around year in, year out referring to Diana, The Princess of Wales as Diana Spencer – even after her divorce, the tabloids did not resort to calling her Diana Spencer. That, indeed, is testament to the viciousness of classism in the United Kingdom.

TRH The Duke & Duchess of York

Back in summer, 1986, I was invited by Cabbagetown neighbours to come for tea and champagne to watch the royal wedding on the CBC. They were all a crusty clique of old monarchist queers who were just thrilled for another royal wedding, five years on from Charles and Diana’s wedding at St. Paul’s Cathedral. Some liked ‘Fergie’ because she was so refreshingly normal; others thought her a right kook. Either way, it was a lovely gathering. No one then referred to Sarah as Princess Sarah and never once has anyone ever done so nor has she ever referred to herself as Princess or Princess Sarah. Sarah, like Meghan, married in and was not born to a blood prince, King or Queen.

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King George V was the grandson of HM Queen Victoria and grandfather of HM Queen Elizabeth II. It was George V whose convention established the current system of titles and styles how and when they are to be used and more importantly by whom.

George V Letters Patent 1917

“The children of any Sovereign of these Realms and the children of the sons of any such Sovereign and the eldest living son of the eldest son of the Prince of Wales shall have and at all times hold and enjoy the style title or attribute of Royal Highness with their titular dignity of Prince or Princess prefixed to their respective Christian names or with their other titles of honour”

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Edward, the firstborn was The Prince of Wales, but as he had an energy body of 5, he was a wanderer. He was also madly in love with both Edward ‘fruity’ Metcalfe and his relations with Louis Mountbatten, the Viceroy of India were an open secret. The same Louis Mountbatten with two 7s, one of which was his fourth number, was violently assassinated for his proclivity for minor meat. Wallis for being American was shown the wrath of Britons with their obsessive inferiority complex towards Americans since King George III lost the American colonies – though they’d never admit to it, Britons have never gotten over that defeat. Edward VIII became HRH The Duke of Windsor. Edward VIII, of course, abdicated and had no issue… so that was that. Edward, a sixth mature sage soul with 5 energy body would have found the whole notion of sovereign and monarchy far too restrictive for him; Wallis was a welcome get out of jail card as he would have perceive his life circumstance.

Prince John died as a child; he had been afflicted by illness. King George V had six children, one of whom was a daughter. As female line royals may not pass on their titles, Princess Mary, The Princess Royal wedded The 6th Earl of Harewood. Because of primogenitor and female line royals being precluded from perpetuating their titles, Mary’s husband, Henry Lascelles did not become a prince or duke on marrying in, only male born royals are made dukes and usually at their wedding so that their spouse on marrying in, can become titled. Also, as she has married in to a blood prince and afforded a title, thus her sons and daughters will be royals. Hence the prince’s new bride is made a duchess so that she may be titled on becoming a mother. The Lascelles have gone on to distinguish themselves but Mary’s issues were not permitted to be styled prince or princess, though, they technically were.

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George V’s son, Prince Henry was styled, The Duke of Gloucester on marrying the daughter of the 7th Duke of Buccleuch. Alice at birth was styled Lady Alice Buccleuch as the daughter of a non-royal duke. On her husband’s death, as it was customary for widowed duchesses to be styled dowager duchess, Queen Elizabeth II permitted her as widow to be styled Princess Alice, The Duchess of Gloucester as her son, Prince Richard’s wife Birgitte was also Duchess of Gloucester. The couple’s firstborn, Prince William of Gloucester tragically died in a plane crash in 1972. Prince William, the current Prince of Wales was named in honour of the tragic prince; the Gloucester prince had no issue at his passing.

The current Duke of Gloucester, as the grandson of a monarch, is styled HRH; however, his son Alexander, The Earl of Ulster will not be similarly styled an HRH when his father dies. At such time, he will merely be known as Alexander, The Duke of Gloucester.

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Windsor, HRH Prince George The Duke of Kent 20/12/1902<O>25.8.1942

Michael: This fragment was a second-level mature slave – third life thereat.  George was in the caution mode with a goal of growth.  A pragmatist, George was in the moving part of emotional centre. 

George’s primary chief feature was self-deprecation and the secondary of was mild arrogance. 

George’s body type was Saturn/Mercury. 

The fragment George is second-cast in the fourth cadence.  George is a member of greater cadence three.  George is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418. 

George’s essence twin is a slave and the priest task companion was known to him. 

George’s four primary needs were: security, communion, exchange and expansion.

There are 5 past-life associations with Arvin and 4 with Merlin. 

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I’ve included Prince George, The Duke of Kent’s Michael overleaves herein as he is an entity mate of HLM Queen Elizabeth II, Prince Harry & Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex. Also, in cadre 6, greater cadre 7, pod 418 are, along with the aforementioned: King Edward VIII, Prince George of Wales, Prince Archie, Princess Lilibet and Doria Ragland. Like Diana, Princess of Wales, Prince George, The Duke of Kent was a second level mature soul, but a slave soul – Diana is an artisan soul. The Queen, too, is a slave soul. George, The Duke of Kent was one of the most fascinating members of the House of Windsor in the 20th century. Though she married in, George’s wife was a princess at birth, Princess Marina of Greece & Denmark. Thus she was styled Princess Marina and when she became widowed as she was a princess at birth, though not British, HM Queen Elizabeth II allowed her to remain styled as Princess Marina as it was her birthright. I especially love that her great-grand daughter Flora Vesterberg elegantly mirrors her grace and nobility.

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Princess Olga of Greece & Denmark

11.6.1903 Year of the Rabbit 2.8.3 = 4.

Darlings if you are going to pass a lifetime as a royal… take notes. Like Princess Charlotte of Wales recently holding court at Wimbledon, two energy-bodied ladies are the most innately stylish, witty, great conversationalists, self-aware, funniest and the most fascinating woman in any room. Just look at the neck on Princess Olga!

Princess Charlotte of Wales holding court at Wimbledon, 2025

Princess Charlotte Wimbledon Men’s Finals, 2025

Katharine HRH The Duchess of Kent, until Diana, Princess of Wales arrived on the scene, was my favourite royal. Her husband, HRH Prince Edward, The Duke of Kent is a very contained human; his numerology betrays just that 9.1.1 = 11. Possessed of master number 11, he does though have a 9 in his makeup – his energy body. 9 and 5 are two numbers that are found quite liberally in royals/aristocrats. 9 is about being a gatekeeper, an alarming snob more often than not. 5 brings the potential for debauchery of spirit and it most certainly has been manifested in House of Windsor senior royals. Keen to note is the fact that both Prince Edward, The Duke of Kent has two numbers in common with Catherine, The Princess of Wales. Both have the same energy body and both have mindset of 1. They are kindred spirits of sorts, though, I really don’t know his Michael overleaves. 9 energy body men are less socially aggressive than the female, simply because it is a man’s world and 9 energy body women literally feel themselves threatened at every turn. Furthermore, with mindset of 1, such persons are not showy and are more private than most. Both these persons would rather stay in than be out, like Diana, Princess of Wales, being here for ‘battered this, battered that’ as the beloved Diana put it. We 1 mindset people do find the idea of being around crowds and all manner of humankind icky at best. My numerology: 2.8.1960 Year of the Rat 2.1.8 = 11.

Part Doris Day, part Caroline Stanbury, her look that is, Katharine was the original epitome of the royal mystique. In my youth, I religiously watched the Wimbledon finals just to see her walk onto Centre Court and hand out the trophies after having congratulated the players. Never before nor since her reign at finals day, has there been a more gracious, elegant, ethereal patron.

Katharine 22.2.1933 Year of the Rooster 4.6.4 = 5. Whenever you see 6 in someone’s numerological makeup, you are dealing with someone of great empathy, compassion and it is always indicative of someone whose soul has chosen to be devoted to a life of service. This is why Prince Harry, Queen Letizia of Spain and Crown Prince Daniel of Sweden were all born on September 15, affording them the focus to be devoted to a life of service and compassion, whilst simultaneously having two 6s. It is about healing the spirit and uplifting the vibration at large through a life of service. That mindset of 6 is why Katharine HRH The Duchess of Kent openly extended herself to a distraught Jana Novotna and in the process healed her spirit and uplifted all our hearts by her gracious, selflessness and empathy. Not surprisingly, she is the only royal of the United Kingdom whose aura has ever been readily discernible in the few dream encounters that I have had. She is the real McCoy! Again, as a commoner marrying in, she has never once been referred to as Princess Katharine by anyone. Nor for that matter is she ever mistakenly referred to as Duchess Katharine.

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HRH Princess Alexandra of Kent 25.12.1936 Year of the Rat 7.1.2 = 1

No woman is more reserved, refined than a seven energy-bodied lady. And as there is always a but, they also happen to be the most amoral of all women. They will have multiple affairs with a host of married or single men, send the former home to their wives and always emerge in society looking unruffled and not the least bit concerned as to what it might look like or god forbid what others will say. They think it highly uncouth for a woman to become enraged and want to seek revenge against them. That is the numerological portrait of a 7 energy body woman, which is not to say that this applies to the rather refined and inordinately gracious Princess Alexandra of Kent.

As Princess Alexandra is a female-line royal, the moment that she married Angus Ogilvy, her heirs and successors lost all right to be styled with royal titles; this would also have been the case if she were to have married a royal from any other royal house across the planet. I always thought that James Ogilvy, her son, is the most handsome royal male. His daughter, Flora Vesterberg is among the most elegant ladies of the extended royal family and true to her heritage, which exudes her paternal grandmother’s reserve, she is equally cool and reserved – unlike Lady Amelia Windsor, who with a moustache is the reanimated spit of King Felipe IV, socially flitting about in drag…

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TRH The Prince & Princess of Wales

Prince Michael 4.7.1942 Year of the Horse 4.2.9 = 5. Princess Michael 15.1.1945 Year of the Monkey 6.7.8 = 3. Prince Michael has almost serene numerology. Like many high-born aristocrats/royals, he does have 9 in his numerology; they are all snobs and can tend towards being conceited gatekeepers. However, they do not all have to be, and usually aren’t unpleasant. He does though have 5 in the fourth position, which is always about scandal and being debauched of spirit. This is the classic example of someone being socially exposed and embarrassed by the scandal(s) created by their partner. This most definitely is the case of baroness Marie-Christine his wife – a right blasted, pretentious racist snob.

TRH The Prince & Princess Michael of Kent at royal wedding in Monaco, 2011

There we have the parvenu, racist gilt cakewalk down the stairs of Monaco’s Hotel de Paris. Imagine her great fortune, two high-profile royal weddings in the same year and both televised. She plays up for the camera, even going so far to look off to the footmen and fake laughing as though she’d do more than spit at them if the cameras were not rolling. She is a pretentious, show-off with zero awareness how revoltingly hideous her flat-assed, no-calved hybrid-reptilian body is.

Revolting racial predator

There is the haughty baroness Marie-Christine, bringing the House of Windsor into disrepute. All that HLM Queen Elizabeth II had done to solidify and promote inclusivity across the commonwealth and along comes the racist boor openly attacking Meghan at her first family gathering after her announced engagement to Prince Harry the month prior in November, 2017. She has a well-documented history of being racist and though she has no 5 in the fourth position, her vulgar racism implicates her noble husband and the rest of the royal family all the way to The Queen. She has done irreparable damage to Prince Michael; regardless what he thinks, it is not her place to implicate him as a racist boor by her ugly displays time and again.

All three women married into the royal family to blood princes and thus they were titled as befitting the wife of a prince. In the case of Marie-Christine as her husband, Prince Michael of Kent, was the grandson without a ducal title of a sovereign who at the time of his marriage was deceased, his wife could only be styled by his name. Thus, she is HRH Princess Michael of Kent. She is not Princess Marie-Christine and is never styled Princess Michael; it is always Princess Michael of Kent. With Sarah on marrying a blood prince, Prince Andrew, he was made the Duke of York so that she could be styled as an HRH royal duchess but not a princess. Similarly, when Meghan married HRH Prince Harry, The Queen conferred the title of Duke and Duchess of Sussex so that she would become a royal wife but not a princess. No one has ever referred to Sarah as Princess Sarah; it has always been Sarah, The Duchess of York, losing the article ‘the’ at her divorce. The Late Queen made no dispensation for Meghan such that she could be styled as Princess Meghan. It is not the done thing and it was not done.

As they, Lord Frederick & Lady Gabriella, are the children of a grandchild (HRH Prince Michael of Kent) of a sovereign, King George V, they are not styled as HRH. This is the case with all male-line princes who are the grandsons of the sovereign; their heirs are never styled as HRH.

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*Recently, whilst at the Festival International de Jazz de Montréal, I suffered an attack when a guest proved both bipolar and a serious drug addict, got drunk and totalled my pyramid and did serious damage to some of my art collection. This piece, having been the most damaged, had to be reframed, but all is well. END.

George VI 14.12.1895 Year of the Goat 5.8.4 = 8. Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother 4.8.1900 Year of the Rat 4.3.4 = 11. That’s right, Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother had the exact same numerology as Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and her gorgeous bestie, Abigail Spencer who was born on the same day as her Suits castmate, Meghan. When Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon wedded into the House of Windsor, she was made The Duchess of York, which is usually the ducal title afforded the sovereign’s second son. Prince David was, of course, The Prince of Wales and briefly became King Edward VIII but as he clearly was made to abdicate to be with his American fiancée with whom he was intent on spending his life, Wallis Simpson, his brother became King George VI, after having been The Duke of York.

Though the children of a blood princess, Princess Margaret, as David & Sarah were female line born royals, they immediately were not styled as prince or princess. Also, for marrying in and a commoner, Antony Armstrong-Jones was merely styled Antony, The 1st Earl of Snowdon. On marrying in, Antony Armstrong-Jones did not become a prince anymore than did Sarah, Meghan and Catherine became princesses on marrying in.

Grand Dame ©2009 Kenojuak Ashevak

Not only did she have fantastic Michael Overleaves but HLM Queen Elizabeth II had fantastic numerology. 21.4.1926 Year of the Tiger 3.7.7 = 8. Like all mindset of 7 persons, Elizabeth could see auras and was able to quite accurately read persons, which also included strong intuitive insights to everyone. She was an extraordinarily sublime human. Like all mindset 7 persons, she knew to keep her mouth shut about ESP data to which she was innately privy; after all, her name was not Princess Alice of Battenberg! Energy body of 3, she was gracious, radiant, diplomatic and always unruffled. What HLM The Queen perfectly understood was that she was but a caretaker, her role was transitory and her duty was to uphold the institution, leaving it in better stead than she had inherited it. The role was more than herself. She, her ego, was not the Sovereign because true slave soul that she is – and will always be from lifetime to lifetime, she innately understood that as sovereign, her role was one of service, of serving the common good, the common man and that is why she was such a phenomenal monarch.

As Prince Philip was a Prince of Greece & Denmark on marrying Princess Elizabeth in 1947, he was styled HRH The Duke of Edinburgh. He was not styled a prince though foreign born. It was not until, well into her reign did his titles change and he was then styled, HRH The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. King George VI did not allow Philip, though a foreign born prince, to be styled an HRH Prince on marrying his daughter and heir. As the Prince of Wales is only ever held by a male heir to the sovereign, Princess Elizabeth was not styled Princess of Wales. Also, a King’s wife is styled Queen Consort or Queen; however, a Queen regnant’s spouse is never styled king because in a patriarchal monarchy, that would designate a Queen and wife as subordinate and a King more senior to her, which can never be the case; that is why Philip was elevated from The Duke of Edinburgh to HRH The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh as the spouse of Queen Elizabeth II, the Queen regnant. Again, as with Meghan, no one in his sixty-eight years of being married to The Queen ever once erroneously referred to Queen Elizabeth’s spouse, Philip, as King Philip.

HRH The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. Portrait

Prince Philip 10.6.1921 Year of Rooster 1.7.1 – 9. Again, like many aristocrats/royals 9 makes up part of the numerological energetic portrait in the chosen life therein focussed. Of the royals whose Michael overleaves I am aware of, Prince Philip is the only one in pod 408. Each pod has 2.4m souls within which are 49 greater cadres with each greater cadre containing 7 cadres. What I do know, is that not only are Princes Philip and Harry warrior souls, but they also have an attitude of sceptic; these persons are all very irreverently blunt and do not gladly suffer fools. Philip was fourth mature on his second life thereat whilst Harry is fifth mature on his fourth life thereat. Charles is seventh mature and in pod 404. William & Catherine are in pod 208 and task companions, which makes them entity mates – task companions have a very strong push/pull attraction. King George V is in pod 380. Diana, Princess of Wales is also in pod 380 and she is an entity mate of singer Chris Martin, Dodi Fayed, and Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer her brother. Interestingly, Jacob, The 4th Baron Rothschild is a cadre mate of theirs. Diana, Princess of Wales and Dodi Fayed were entity mates with 26 past lives in which they were related in some fashion. Because of that exceptionally high past life bond, Dodi became magnetised to her to facilitate her rather violent exit, as one would be a fool not to conclude that she was murdered, especially so when her fourth number was 7, which is more likely to be associated with assassinations than not. Of course, who had Diana removed, is the question. Then again, one is more likely to be murdered by an entity or cadre mate than not. The ties that bind are not always readily discernible…

Buster (2006-2024) chilling in the collapsible pyramid

A bit of Michael Teachings clarification. There are seven soul types, also referred to as fragments or essences. As in numerology each role corresponds to a number which roughly translates to Michael Math. Slaves are 1 and pair with Priests on the inspiration axis; priests are the 6th role in essence adding up to 7 – perfection. Artisans are 2 and are on the expression axis with sages who are 5 which equals 7. Warriors are the third role in essence and on the action axis; also, on the action axis is the King soul whose numerical value is 7. However, kings for representing perfection do not pair with warriors as such though they are both on the action axis. The warriors often pair with scholar souls who do not pair with any role for being the fourth essence role. 7 souls of the same type make up a cadence which are part of a greater cadence of seven and all of the same role. There are roughly 1000 souls in an entity, usually anywhere from 3 to 6 roles in an entity. No entity ever only has one role. 7 entities make up a cadre of 7 thousand souls which would contain all 7 role types. There are seven cadres in a greater cadre making that roughly 49 thousand souls of all 7 roles. There are also 49 greater cadres that make up a pod which is roughly 2.4 million souls. You will more likely run into entity and cadre mates during the course of lives, venturing during the young soul cycle and beyond to encounters with souls from other pods. See end of blog for royal examples of royals and soul age.

HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal

Though a blood princess, for being a female-line royal, Princess Anne’s children are not titled and her husband was not made a duke on marrying her on Prince Charles’s 25th birthday on November 14, 1973. That explains why her children, Peter Phillips and Zara Tindall, are not styled prince and princess respectively. Captain Mark Phillips was a commoner marrying in to Princess Anne, thus as a male, there was no ducal title bestowed on him.

Prince Andrew, The Duke of York

HRH Prince Andrew, The Duke of York. 19.2.1960 Year of the Rat 1.3.1 = 5. As son of the sovereign, HLM Queen Elizabeth II and the second son at his marriage to commoner, Sarah Ferguson, he was styled The Duke of York. As that 5 in the fourth position alludes with his numerology, Andrew wasted little time in exposing himself as the quintessential debauched and scandalised 5 in fourth position male – of course, his being of royal birth nicely facilitated his illicit proclivities.

Sarah, Duchess of York

At no point was Sarah ever styled by herself or anyone anywhere, Princess Sarah. She has been Sarah HRH, The Duchess of York. On her divorce after her adultery was exposed in the tabloids, she lost the all-important ‘the’ and HRH, becoming on divorce, Sarah, Duchess of York. On becoming divorced, Sarah has not thereafter been known as Princess Sarah, just as she was not on becoming Prince Andrew’s wife.

Both Jack & Edo wedded into the house of York and as their wives are blood princesses, owing to them being female-line royals, their spouses were not bestowed titles and were not styled as HRH. More importantly, they were not gifted with a dukedom to have made their children styled as princes and princesses. Both Beatrice and Eugenie for being blood princesses and granddaughters of the sovereign, can never have their two daughters, Sienna and Athena and two sons, August and Ernest respectively be styled princesses and princes. Two very admirable couples, to be sure.

TRH Sophie & Prince Edward, The Duke & Duchess of Edinburgh

As the dukedom of Edinburgh had been intended for The Queen’s lastborn, HRH Prince Edward, at their marriage in 1999, Edward and Sophie were styled the Earl & Countess of Wessex. Naturally, for having married in, Sophie has never been erroneously styled, Princess Sophie. Again, Edward in an agreement with the sovereign, his mum, accepted the earldom, on the proviso that his children would not be styled prince or princess. To be so styled, one would have to have been born to a blood prince and his ducal wife; at the time of their marriage, Sophie was not a duchess. The ducal title allows the commoner wife of the blood prince’s children to be styled prince and princess.

Diana was, as in all things, utterly unique compared to all the other women who married in. Unlike Catherine, who only became styled as Princess at the death of Queen Elizabeth II, Diana for marrying The Prince of Wales, was styled Princess from day one, July 29, 1981. Again, being styled princess for being the wife of the Prince of Wales does not make one a princess; thus it is erroneous to have called her Princess Diana as it would be to call the current Princess of Wales, Princess Catherine.

Diana, Princess of Wales, and future King Mother

Unlike Sophie, Sarah, Catherine and Meghan, Diana married the heir, The Prince of Wales and thus she was unique. Too, on June 21, 1982, she became King Mother, on the birth of Prince William the future sovereign; Diana will ever be King Mother, albeit posthumously and that will never change. To be clear, though, the Princess of Wales in both instances, princess is still not a title that either Diana or Catherine possess. Neither is Princess Diana nor Princess Catherine, though, they are so styled for being the Princess of Wales, but as neither was a born royal they are not truly Princess Diana or Princess Catherine; however, this is a style which distinguishes them from other wives of the House of Windsor.

All other women who married into the House of Windsor since the Letters Patent of King George V, in 1917 were style in the manner of a commoner: Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, HRH The Duchess of York, Alice, HRH The Duchess of Gloucester, Wallis, HRH The Duchess of Windsor, Katharine, HRH The Duchess of Kent, Birgitte, HRH The Duchess of Gloucester, Baroness Marie-Christine, HRH Princess Michael of Kent, Lady Diana Spencer, HRH The Princess of Wales, Sarah, HRH The Duchess of York, Sophie, HRH The Countess of Wessex aka The Duchess of Edinburgh, Catherine, HRH The Duchess of Cambridge, Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex. Their blood prince husband is presented a ducal title, thereby making the bride a Duchess as she cannot be styled princess in her own right. Thus a blood prince’s wife becomes as per the following, Sarah, The Duchess of York, Katharine, The Duchess of Kent, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge. However, Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge proved that most rare of royal brides for having married, Prince William, the future sovereign. Thus Catherine joined Diana, Princess of Wales on September 8, 2022 as Catherine, The Princess of Wales. For being The Princess of Wales, both Diana and Catherine are the only two royal wives who for having married in are styled Princess in their own right and in the case of Catherine not a day before Prince William became The Prince of Wales. Princess of Wales is the style of the wife of the sovereign heir and applies to that time when Wales like Monaco was a royal principality. Again, the moment you separate/divorce you lose that all-important ‘the’ in the title; more than all that, you are no longer styled HRH and are not permitted to wear a tiara as per Diana, Princess of Wales and Sarah, Duchess of York.

HM Queen Mary HM King George V’s Queen consort was Princess Mary of Teck; she was born a princess in Europe. So too was Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark born a princess when she became the wife of HRH Prince George, The Duke of Kent. All other royal wives who married into the royal family from King George V’s daughter-in-law Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon to Meghan, the daughter-in-law of HRH Prince Charles, The Prince of Wales aka HM King Charles III were commoners on their wedding day. Only two have become princesses, Lady Diana Spencer, and Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge when she became The Princess of Wales – Diana on her wedding day and Catherine at the death of Queen Elizabeth II, eleven years after her marriage to HRH Prince William, The Duke of Cambridge aka The Prince of Wales.

Charles Attempts to Change the King George V Letters Patent

Meghan was so very shrewd, true to her master number 11, to have made clear during the Oprah interview that Charles and likely William, wanted to change the King George V convention. The reason for wanting to do so, was so that Archie and Lilibet, Harry and Meghan’s children and Charles’s grandchildren would be excluded, though the grandkids of the Sovereign’s heir would be styled as prince and princess respectively. Of course, Meghan was not lying. Just look at what Prince Harry discovered during the disclosure in his case before the courts: Charles his father contacted all the world’s governments, requesting that they not afford Harry and Meghan security if they were to decamp there. The same Charles whom we learnt via Omid Scobie’s strategic exposé in the Dutch edition of Endgame that Charles and Catherine were the royal racists in question. Surely, if it were that important to Charles to streamline the monarchy going forward, at the time in 2011 when the primogenitor rules of succession were changed, by Queen Elizabeth II, why not have insisted that the exclusion of grandkids not born to the sovereign’s heir, The Prince of Wales, be denied the title of prince and princess.

Never underestimate the sensitivity of the royal family towards Americans joining their ranks. One of the stipulations of Wallis, an American, marrying Prince David, The Prince of Wales which would have made her the Queen Consort to Edward VIII, was that she was not allowed to be styled HRH when the King, her husband, King Edward VIII abdicated. Indeed, Wallis was only allowed to be addressed as HRH within her household… just outside Paris! How rich is that? Naturally, the institution and courtiers saw to it that the couple did not marry until 1937 when Edward had conveniently abdicated. There is no way that Wallis being an American, apart from also being a divorcée was not the dominant reason for Edward being forced to abdicate. A citizen of the former colony, which they lost in the War of Independence, was a non-starter. There is no way that the American, Wallis, would be permitted to be wife of a King and bear a future sovereign, even though she was 41 years old at her marriage to the future king, all of which were circumnavigated with Edward VIII’s abdication. Similarly, the need to exorcise the shame of King George III’s defeat and lost of the American colonies, Meghan was told by Prince Harry that there were open discussions about changing the George V convention so that only the grandchildren of The Prince of Wales’s heir, rather all the children of the sovereign, and so on would be styled prince and princess accordingly. Added to all that, Meghan’s Black heritage proved disquieting and lead to Charles and Catherine being exposed in Omid Scobie’s Dutch edition of Endgame. Yes, indeed, the royals loathe Americans and are unmistakably racist. The American wives of Windsor have certainly taken a bruising from the island kingdom.

HM King Charles III

Unlike his mother, King Charles III is a 7th level mature warrior soul whose numerology and overleaves did not leave him inclined to being focussed on his duty as caretaker of the institution of monarchy as his late mum, HM Queen Elizabeth II. King Charles III, 14.11.1948 Year of the Rat 5.7.2 = 5. Like HLM The Queen, Charles has a mindset of 7, he knows his place relative to history and performs his duties well. The 2 leaves him inclined to indulge in gossip, pettiness, drama, subterfuge, bigotry and to have two fives in his makeup, especially so when one of them is in the fourth position, meant that he stood no chance in not becoming debauched and corrupted over time. I do believe that his corruption of spirit had much to do with the long decades he passed, waiting to become monarch. Too, as with the pen outburst, at the time of his impatient display at St. James’s Palace and later a similar outburst in Northern Ireland, that’s the result of the impatience that comes with having an energy body of 5, think Prince Louis his grandson – such persons can be royally short-fused. 5 also introduces the element of greed and being both obsessed and debauched by outré proclivities.

Young Birds Kenojuak Ashevak

Meghan became a duchess May 19, 2018, Catherine a duchess April 29, 2011. Catherine became a King Mother, July 22, 2013 and The Princess of Wales September 8, 2022. Meghan is not a princess; there is no one named Princess Meghan. If she cared to, Meghan could be styled Princess Henry (Harry) but never Princess Meghan. The title of Princess has been afforded to only two women who married into the House of Windsor, since King George V, they are Diana, Princess of Wales and Catherine, The Princess of Wales… no others. Though princess is in both princesses of Wales’s title, they are neither styled princess Diana nor princess Catherine of Wales. All duchesses do not have their title before their Christian name, because the only title that goes before a royal female’s name is princess. For that reason, it is always the Christian name followed by the title. Thus it is Sarah, Duchess of York, Catherine, The Duchess of Cambridge, Katharine, The Duchess of Kent, Sophie, The Duchess of Edinburgh and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex. It is never Duchess followed by the Christian name of the royal wives who married in because only royal born females have their title before their christian name. Again, Duchess Sarah, Duchess Catherine, Duchess Katharine, Duchess Sophie and Duchess Meghan are all incorrect. For the love of Meghan, please stop calling her either Princess Meghan or Duchess Meghan, no such person exists. Princess Anne, Princess Beatrice, Princess Eugenie, Princess Margaret, Princess Elizabeth aka Queen Elizabeth II, Princess Alexandra, Princess Mary were all born princesses, they did not marry in, and for that reason they and only they are styled with princess before their Christian name.

The above nine ladies are the only princesses born to the House of Windsor since the reign of HM King George V.

To Be a Princess, You Have to Be Born a Princess!

Meghan Through the Years

Happy birthday Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, fellow Leo, myself, (2.8.1960 Year of the Rat 2.1.8 = 11) congrats on being focussed here in this world for 44 years. As ever, the very best and every continued success to you, Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex! Meghan 4.8.1981 Year of the Rooster 4.3.4 = 11.

As Ever Rosé
The World Is As Sharp As The Edge of A Knife ©1993 Robert Davidson
Wynton Marsalis Solo JLCO @ Massey Hall

Slaves/One 25% of all souls

Artisan/Two 21.5% of all souls

Warrior/Three 17.5% of all souls

Scholar/Four 14% of all souls

Sage/Five 10% of all souls

Priest/Six 8% of all souls

Seventh Mature Priest (Archie)

King/Seven 4% of all souls

Of all the royals of whose Michael overleaves I am aware, Prince Archie happens to be the oldest soul with the grooviest overleaves. He is also an entity mate of Prince George of Wales his cousin with a high number of past lives shared and priest souls are notable peacemakers in times of crisis.

Manawanui ©2005 Roi Toia. Susan Point & Todd Cooper

You cannot believe how many moons passed before I finally saw the eagle in this masterful piece. Art is everything, indeed.

Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra June 2025 Massey Hall

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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©2013-2025 Arvin da Brgha. All Rights Reserved.

Redux: Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens. Victim. Virgin Mother!

*This blog was originally published in October, 2023. In light of the recent discloser, July 2025, that Catherine’s stylist, Natasha ‘Tash’ Archer has departed with her being exposed as having stalked Meghan and all her inner circle friends and influencers’ Instagram accounts, this does validate my observations that Catherine has used clothing to be racially predatory of Meghan by cannibalising most of Meghan’s looks. Do enjoy anew!

Jealous Peggalicious Preys Whilst Scorned Ekaterina Deliberately Flirts with Thespian & His Beard

Well, of course, the Venus Flytrap-pussied broodmare is damn well going to flirt after having been brushed off days earlier at the Polo. So there was she, patron of the All England Lawn & Tennis Club in bitch-dominatrix green – perfect colour for a woman with energy body of 9, reigning at Wimbledon. Just for the cameras, Ekaterina obstinately flirted with actor, James Norton. So what if he is Queer, all men are dogs, after all, it’s just a matter of time before they sniff each other and start humping seen or unseen. Ekaterina, the world onlooking, just wanted to get under the Pegged and follicly challenged boor Wilhelm’s skin. Of course, the fact that both senior Waleses are task companions only adds to the complexity of the War of the Waleses.

Poor Peggalicious Desperately Fails to Cock Block

Ekaterina’s Reason for Devoting More Time to The 1851 Trust than Any Other Charity? Big Ben

With the recent departure of Elizabeth II, the snivelling palace sycophants have been reinventing fabulist gossip and tales to make of the Waleses and Windsors that which they have never been, Olympian. These are crass racist charlatans and little else. So after having been outed as a racist boor both on the Oprah interview in March, 2021 and in Prince Harry’s SPARE, along comes snivelling bottom-feeder Valentina Pas-Haut with a revised edition to her specious tome, adding more storeys than the combined felled Twin Towers. Ekaterina insisted that ‘Recollections May Vary’ be kept in because it was important that History judge them correctly. Chile please! The Fleet Street parasites have no control over either facts or opinions outside their cultist island kingdom.

Bitch Get Off Me… Don’t Make Me Slap You. Ekaterina Brushed Off at the Polo.

Well, indeed, it seems that the tide has drastically changed. Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted has come out, fighting that is, and with Elizabeth II off the stage, he can damn well do as he pleases and is. No more time to waste on spilled milk; living separate lives does seem to be the order of the day.

HRH Prince George of Wales – The Spook in the Window

I don’t know about you, but that is just not normal behaviour. There was a point at Trooping the Colour 2023, on the Buckingham Palace balcony, George was speaking and his father, Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted, snapped at him. In that moment, George became frozen, standing there on the Buckingham Palace balcony and his right arm began involuntarily twitching.

Trooping the Colour 2023. Incident Occurs Between 02:56:00 and 02:56:30

There are a number of times when Prince George tries to get the attention of either parent and instead either parent favours Prince Louis or Princess Charlotte. George has a number of odd twitches and much of them are likely due to being around mercurial parents, who shout at each other lots. Prince George’s numbers do not leave him in good stead next to either parent’s numerology; they would incite a considerable degree of discomfort and fear. Prince George: 22.7.2013 Year of the Snake 4.2.8 = 5. That 5’s placement spells sexual scandal down the line; the 8’s placement means that the family’s fortune potentially may suffer massive setback(s). The 2 mindset means that he is innately creative and his parents are a mystery to, and some degree of distress for Prince George. George has only one number in common with his mother, Ekaterina, 4; he has two with his father, Wilhelm, 2 & 5. 5 represents excess, kink, unorthodox sexual appetite. George, however, with the mindset of 2 may end up being a fantasist rather than indulger and may end up being a collector of erotic art, along the lines of Shunga, Kangra, Chinese, Persian, Arabic, Islamic & European erotic art, books, sculpture et al. 2, also, rules two-spirits, a pronounced feminine principal so that coupled with 5, George may well become genuinely bisexual in nature – what he does in private when an adult, is no one’s business – provided it won’t be with minors. More than that, 2, represents genius level creativity. In George with such strong-willed ‘loud’ parents, his 5’s excessiveness apart from leaving him potentially quite tall, will act out through food, thus, he may end up being rotund for eating to excess, the opposite of his paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales’s, bulimia.

Trooping the Colour 2023. Famille Wales: George, Louis, Ekaterina, Charlotte & Wilhelm

There is a great deal about the firstborn which is marvellously camouflaged. All the more reason, why they allow the little freak, Louis/Damian to act out, thereby taking the spotlight off George’s spectrum markers. Alas, not everyone chooses to see nothing! George’s softness lends credence to the rumour that George was preceded by an older illegitimate sibling. Indeed, have you not heard about Happy Valley, the Sequel? It isn’t just the alpaca-faced chatelaine in Norfolk, who is a baby mama; indeed, George simply lacks the alpha vibration of a firstborn child. Even within the brood spawned by Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss. By far, Charlotte is more dominant of the three. Queer indeed it is that the Horse Guards Parade photo of George: the spook in the window, has been completely scrubbed from the internet – indeed, they’ve got something to hide. Also of note whilst stood on the Buckingham Palace balcony was Prinz Wilhelm’s animated coughing as though he were rudely saying something to the perpetually rictus Ekaterina, as she kept trying to have her left arm touch his right arm whilst stood side-by-side.

As Happy as a Truly Rictus & Gurning Loon

Just look at her, the blasted gurning loon. She is like an engagingly fascinating coffee table book cover that turns out to have not a single page between the covers. Blithering, inarticulate, quite the mumbling loon, Ekaterina. This past spring, I was at a Sunday brunch when the hosts wanted me to explain the finer points of numerology; it was an exciting gathering that lasted into early evening. At that time, a guest there had been familiar with Jian Ghomeshi and was fascinated to learn how his numerology explained his fall from grace for being caught up in a legal sex scandal. My take on the whole affair – Google is your friend – is that there would have been a great degree of consensual relations. Jian’s numbers are 9.6.2 = 8. First and foremost, all persons with energy body of 9 are all about control; they will always be abrasive and given to being smothering, manipulating – controlling. The one thing that is marked by persons with energy body of 9, is that they are given to ritualised sex that is chiefly consensual and either would be dominatrix or sadist but never masochistic.

Ekaterina at Wimbledon, 2019. Meghan Is Being Verbally Assaulted. Meghan Is Stunned.

In 9 energy body persons dealings with others, they often attempt, usually successfully, to bully and make subordinates their ‘bottoms’ – this chiefly is the dynamic of Ekaterina with Wilhelm and also what she sought to establish with Meghan. Obviously, she failed to break Meghan or the Sussexes would still be in the UK. Look at Meghan’s expression in the preceding photograph and tell me that that is the face of a bully. Look at the optics of that photograph, Ekaterina’s lizard lips are shaped in the same hostile ‘O’ that chimpanzees make when making screaming shrill calls at an opponent. Meghan is sat there before the world, knowing the optics of being ‘on’ and is both stunned and exhausted at this mumbling, inarticulate, crazy bitch, fucking with her and trying to break her spirit. Bitch in what world is Meghan supposed to take shit from your dumb, lazy, leg-spreading, racist ass? The racially predatory Ekaterina just couldn’t wait to have Meghan fully captive, minus Prince Harry, and before the entire world. Sat was Meghan between Ekaterina the dominatrix and her flat-arsed sister, Pippa. You just know, too, that there was a 99.9% likelihood that Ekaterina was all liquored up and in peak bitchy, sarcastic, bullying energy body of 9 mode. Hands down there is no way that Meghan would ever privately describe Ekaterina as pleasant. Ekaterina knows damn well that even if she spat in Meghan’s face, whilst sat there in the royal box at Wimbledon, the whole world would say that the reverse happened or that Meghan spat on her first but it was not caught on camera.

Shunga Print Provenance: British Museum

Alas, Vanilla sexual relations are not the norm for 9 energy-bodied persons as was clearly the case with Ghomeshi. As 9 energy body has to do with ritualised sexual control, obviously, at some point that dynamic corrupts the dominant partner and abuse can ensue. Think of the animal dynamism of sexual play in the 2015, Doug Liman film Mr. & Mrs. Smith, starring Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie – that is the order of sexual play with 9 energy body persons.

Damian: the Possessed & Damaged Spawn’s Coming Out

Okay then, said the striking red-maned Ethiopian with the most strikingly beautiful eyes – in town from London, England by way of New York City, for a wedding, please explain what the hell is that, as she turned her phone and showed us a clip of Prince Louis at the Platinum Jubilee Parade in June 2022. We all hysterically howled. Obviously, the child is crazy and there is nothing cute or adorable about behaviour like that, said she, to which I enthusiastically agreed. Louis/Damian: 23.4.2018, Dog, 5.9.2 = 7. Like his paternal grandmother, Diana, Princess of Wales, this very disturbed individual runs the very real risk of being murdered to be rid of the nuisance that he proves to either his mother or possibly father under duress – either way, he would be rather readily disposed of, and the island kingdom’s somnambulant would think nothing of it. Louis has three numbers in common with his father 2, 5 & 9 and one with his very controlling powerful mother, Ekaterina, 9. Ekaterina was sick to death of him and livid that he was proving a thorough embarrassment before the entire world. Let’s then look at the machinations, of which the then Cambridges were the obvious chief architects.

November 2016

A Statement by the Communications Secretary to Prince Harry

Published 08 November 2016

Since he was young, Prince Harry has been very aware of the warmth that has been extended to him by members of the public. He feels lucky to have so many people supporting him and knows what a fortunate and privileged life he leads.

He is also aware that there is significant curiosity about his private life. He has never been comfortable with this, but he has tried to develop a thick skin about the level of media interest that comes with it. He has rarely taken formal action on the very regular publication of fictional stories that are written about him and he has worked hard to develop a professional relationship with the media, focused on his work and the issues he cares about.

But the past week has seen a line crossed. His girlfriend, Meghan Markle, has been subject to a wave of abuse and harassment. Some of this has been very public – the smear on the front page of a national newspaper; the racial undertones of comment pieces; and the outright sexism and racism of social media trolls and web article comments. Some of it has been hidden from the public – the nightly legal battles to keep defamatory stories out of papers; her mother having to struggle past photographers in order to get to her front door; the attempts of reporters and photographers to gain illegal entry to her home and the calls to police that followed; the substantial bribes offered by papers to her ex-boyfriend; the bombardment of nearly every friend, co-worker, and loved one in her life.

Prince Harry is worried about Ms. Markle’s safety and is deeply disappointed that he has not been able to protect her. It is not right that a few months into a relationship with him that Ms. Markle should be subjected to such a storm. He knows commentators will say this is ‘the price she has to pay’ and that ‘this is all part of the game’. He strongly disagrees. This is not a game – it is her life and his. 

He has asked for this statement to be issued in the hopes that those in the press who have been driving this story can pause and reflect before any further damage is done. He knows that it is unusual to issue a statement like this, but hopes that fair-minded people will understand why he has felt it necessary to speak publicly.

In November 2016, Prince Harry released a statement in support of Meghan, defending her against the racial undertones in the media that attacked her integrity. Naturally, by this time, the then Cambridges would have been upset that Harry had chosen a wholly unsuitable ‘girl’ – good god just imagine what the kids would look like. Ekaterina with an energy body of 9, would by now have become livid and seethed at Meghan possibly marrying into the RF. She is Black. Most of all, she is infinitely more charismatic and articulate than her – Meghan is her Kryptonite! Do not underestimate the power of a 9 mother, like a bear and her cubs, Ekaterina, as are all mothers, is extremely protective of her cubs. Ekaterina did not relish Meghan and her biracial kids, close in age to her own kids, coming on the scene. Imagine a ginger, afroed Archie and Lilibet, who by their mere exoticism, would garner greater press coverage. A wholly unacceptable proposition for Wilhelm and, in particular, Ekaterina this proved.

March 2017

Harry & Meghan, Montego Bay, Jamaica. Tom Inskip’s Wedding

March 2017, Montego Bay, Jamaica, Meghan joins Prince Harry as his date for friend, Tom Inskip’s wedding. At the time, the rumour mill and every Karen’s livid little blog, insisted that Meghan had crashed the wedding and was stalking Prince Harry; after all, they knew to be fact that Prince Harry had broken off their relationship in early 2017. All this in a narrative of their own delusional making. Well, all the Karens were sure that the Queen was suffering dementia and Caligula II had to step in and provide greater security for Prince Harry as he was being stalked, harassed by the crazed actress whom they had irrefutable proof was a yacht girl – The 1851 Trust notwithstanding. Just look at how miserable Prince Harry looked at the wedding and how she clawed all over him, touching a royal prince! Never mind, the braying racist masses, but Ekaterina with an energy body of 9 and Wilhelm with a mindset of 9 – defender of the flame and does not like anything that is not traditional or deemed unconventional, were secretly hissing at how Harry was doing this to them, to the family; it was betrayal, plain and simple. The then Cambridges would not have approved of Harry being enamoured of Meghan.

May 2017

Pippa’s Wedding to James Matthews

Pippa’s wedding to the son of a wealthy – though guarded – paedophile, was Ekaterina‘s chance to start publicly fucking with Meghan. Ekaterina whose control of Wilhelm is thorough, laid down the law; however, like all dimwits, she left herself open to unflattering scrutiny. According to the rules, if a woman was neither engaged nor married, she could not attend the wedding ceremony at the church. That being the case, Meghan was relegated to the wedding reception, which was well out of the view of the paparazzi. So there was Prinz Wilhelm arriving with Prince Harry to kill any rumours of Prince Harry attending alone and if that meant that it was over between him and Meghan better yet, even though everyone here in Toronto in the know, knew that Harry and Meghan were still very much so on.

HRH Princess Eugenie & Lover Jack Brooksbank, Pippa’s Wedding , May 2017

Then the most marvellous thing occurred, HRH Princess Eugenie walked to the church ceremony of Pippa’s wedding, accompanied by Jack Brooksbank. At the time, Eugenie and Jack were neither engaged nor wedded; thus, the whole rule of ‘no ring, no bring’ ordained by the rather sooty – not to be confused with snooty – classist boor, Ekaterina, exposed her animus towards Meghan and proved Ekaterina to be not very bright and frankly stupid – receipts matter. Nonetheless, the deed was done, Ekaterina had given her marching orders to the Fleet Street abattoirs, herein after referred to as FSAs, to begin the campaign of deeming Meghan a most unsuitable girl – straight outta Compton, indeed.

July 2017

Cambridges, Poland, July 2017

During or just after their July 2017 royal tour of Poland & Germany – neither of which happens to be a Commonwealth nation, though all importantly not predominantly overrun by Blacks – well , the 9 centric Cambridges like two slithering angry snakes, drunkenly writhed, hearts filled with hatred and scheming… Could she not wait to return home and run off to be further aroused and consumed with passion at The 1851 Trust? Was he, sat there looking bored and witheringly disdainful, lusting to be returned to Norfolk and attend to the alpaca-faced chatelaine and favoured baby mama, not to mention the other baby mama in Happy Valley in the sequel to White Mischief? Whether Big Ben or Pegged Wilhelm, either way, she was soon to be with child. A child it was whose nine months of gestation were passed with its host, ravaged by hatred, racist dread and obsession with Meghan and most likely a few too many glasses of drink those forty weeks.

November 2017

Harry & Meghan BBC Engagement Interview

Well past her first trimester, Ekaterina positively cramped with rage at watching the charismatic, emotional intelligence of Meghan in her BBC engagement interview and increasingly her racism and hatred were being transferred onto the little gestating monster, Damian in utero.

BBC Engagement Interview for Prince Harry & Meghan

The articulate, smooth delivery, charm and eloquence of Meghan’s master number 11 on display, would have proven infuriating for 9 energy body Ekaterina. She must be stopped, Ekaterina and the world’s every racist Karen seethed. Ekaterina was dead set on ridding the kingdom of this interloper, this vile blackamoor imposter. How she must have smoked and drunk more heavily at this time. Ekaterina & Wilhelm would have looked at this interview and felt immensely threatened. You simply cannot underestimate what an affront Meghan in that interview posed to Ekaterina and by extension Britons. Here was someone the product of slavery and the enslaved being so articulate, successful and able to leap into the heart of Britain’s classist inner sanctum. Britons have a pronounced inferiority complex towards Americans, owing to their defeat and loss of the colony and the fact, most of all, that America and Americans are so much more dynamic than they are. This though does not stop Britons from copping hauteur, that god-awful horrid accent of theirs and lording it over the ‘Yanks’ that they do not have a monarchy.

Samantha Markle Before Kensington Palace Payoff aka Financial Lobotomy

Here is Samantha Markel on Good Morning Britain just after Harry and Meghan’s BBC engagement interview. Soon, her tune would radically change as Ekaterina & Wilhelm waged war and had J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz start paying off and grooming the Markles on what to say and do to sabotage the upcoming wedding of Harry and Meghan.

December 2017

Princess Michael of Kent Wears Blackamoor Brooch + Harry & Meghan at Christmas Day 2017

What did Ekaterina care? Elizabeth II was old, cancer-stricken and as Elizabeth II never favoured her, why should Ekaterina care what she would think? Naturally, the mother of Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted’s minor royal drug dealer, who’s really proud of her Jewish daughter-in-law, would gladly accept the dare to wear a blackamoor brooch. After all, she had called her two black sheep, Venus & Serena; Baroness Marie-Christine der Blackamoor Brooch would definitely go along with the racial harassment of Meghan. How Ekaterina and her bullied, pegged bottom, Prinz Wilhelm must have howled for joy at that golliwog, Meghan, being openly attacked before the whole world. Of one thing, Ekaterina was certain, sooner or later, she will be able to get the Fleet Street hacks to turn on that damn Yank… that damn Black thing. Ekaterina still cramped with racial animus for Meghan, likely drank more heavily over the holidays than is usually her wont. Of course, Ekaterina & Wilhelm would have been egged on by the likes of handlers like Ben Goldsmith and those of his rarefied chosen ilk.

February 2018

Royal Foundation Interview: Harry, Meghan, Ekaterina & Wilhelm

Here is the fabled Fab Four Royal Foundation Forum interview at which all four principals were present including pregnant Ekaterina. The dynamic between both women is rather telling and it is clear that Meghan was acutely uncomfortable, for being in Ekaterina‘s presence. I cannot state enough that for being an artisan soul, Meghan inputs on 5 channels, which leaves her inordinately attuned to spiritual undertones which are more than meet the eye fare. Meghan’s master number of 11 is supra-sensitive to subtle vibrations and energy, which for being energy body of 9, Ekaterina radiates with laser-like focussed animus. 9 energy is very circuitry-jamming by nature. I might also add that as both Ekaterina and Wilhelm are Warrior and Scholar souls respectively, both soul types only input on one channel. This gives them singleness of focus, but it also leaves them with far less subtlety and sophistication than Sages and definitely Artisan souls who respectively input on 3 and 5 channels – Meghan’s five channels of input would be just as baffling as Artisan soul Diana, Princess of Wales’s did for Warrior soul Caligula II and Scholar soul, Milonia Caesonia. Both the then Cambridges, for being senior royals, were dead set against Meghan being in their midst and that they readily telegraphed. Ekaterina here is in her final trimester and passively aggressive, hateful and bullying as any raptor, racial predator can be expected to be. Meghan, of course at the point of the interview, was acutely aware of this and was by then getting the lion’s share of verbal abuse. Can you just imagine the hyper-criticism Meghan would have gotten from the then Cambridges, both possessed of fault-finding, shit-disturbing, bullying 9 energy as they are?

April 2018

Prince Louis’ Christening, July 2018

Prince Louis aka Damian was born less than a month before Prince Harry and Meghan’s wedding at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle. As the preceding photograph reveals at his christening in July, 2018, Prince Louis is damaged goods. Those are the eyes of a child on the spectrum and one who has already proven not the least bit stable. Louis was born 23.4.2018, Year of the Dog (same as his father). Also, like his father, Prinz Wilhelm (21.6.1982 Year of the Dog 3.9.2 = 5), Prince Louis has 9, and 5 in his numerological makeup; this is usually the mark of someone whose mercurial disposition is not readily disguised. Unlike his father, Prince Louis (Damian) will have a harder time disguising his lack of emotional intelligence. Louis’s numbers are: 5.9.2 = 7. Louis, as previously stated, has three numbers in common with his father, Prinz Wilhelm (2, 5 & 9); he is a dead ringer for his father, Prinz Wilhelm‘s, very well camouflaged nature.

Damian, El Diablo Muy Loco & His Psycho Mama

Make no mistake about it, in due course, Louis is going to be the source of astounding royal scandal. Stop making excuses, neither George nor Charlotte were ape batshit crazy at aged four. Louis has same mindset of 9 as his father, Wilhelm; Damian’s father is a sadistic bully and archly unorthodox in his views, so likely will his possessed son be. Furthermore, Damian’s 5 is his energy body – think Tasmanian devil. He sucks the oxygen out of any room and is not remotely sane. This combination of 9 and 5 means that S&M will be his preferred sexual outlet with a gross predisposition towards kink. Anything odd, bizarre, including persons will fascinate and leave him readily obsessed. The 2 speaks to the childlike/autistic wonderment and a sense of infantile and or developed feminine principle. Lastly, that 7 in the fourth position has seen highly placed royals bumped off when they proved themselves a nuisance, liability: Lord Mountbatten and Diana, Princess of Wales. 7 in the fourth position almost always means the murder of an individual in the public eye. Either parent or both would readily have him murdered if he proves too problematic. Of course, as far too many Whites do not assume culpability, Ekaterina and Wilhelm will always lay blame at Meghan’s door. They will rationalise Louis’ predicament, resulting from Meghan having come into the family and causing all this upheaval – god only knows their racist terrorisation of Meghan could not have had adverse consequences for them. Tant pis.

May 2018

Royal Wedding of TRH The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

May 19, 2018, what a gloriously sunny, picture-perfect day it was. As we have since learnt both in the Orpah interview in March, 2021 and from Prince Harry’s electrifying memoir, SPARE, all was not as it seemed. Of course, much of the tension afoot was more readily discernible than others.

Royal Wedding Prince Harry & Meghan, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex

Start looking at the 03:35:00 mark of this version of the BBC coverage of the Royal Wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan. As the couple begin taking their vows, Ekaterina spends her time exclusively looking down at the programme in her lap rather than look at the couple; this betrays her disapproval of their marriage and more importantly, Meghan becoming a member of the royal family. One thing of note is that this recording is a copy of the BBC coverage. The original BBC version has since been scrubbed from the internet; if only because a year after the wedding and the time at which the BBC version was scrubbed, it had been viewed more than 30M times; however, to that point, the BBC’s 2011 coverage of The Royal Wedding of Prinz Wilhelm and Prinzessin Ekaterina had garnered less than 15M views. Today, 2023, that 12 year old video sits on the royal family’s website and has garnered over 49M views; obviously, that is a combination of Meghan haters and the royal family aggressively jacking up the numbers. Of course, there is a ten-year old ABC (American Broadcasting Corporation) coverage of the now Waleses’ wedding, hosted by Barbara Walters, Diane Sawyer & Robin Roberts, which has just passed the 500k mark. The royals lie about everything, just as their Instagram page always artificially had a higher following that The Sussexes’ now defunct Instagram page. You can never underestimate how utterly petty, TRH Prinz & Prinzessin of Wales are. Prince Edward, like Doria Ragland, Ben and Jessica Mulroney and others were there to witness a marriage and looked at the couple throughout as they exchanged vows; not so, Caligula II, Wilhelm and Ekaterina.

Cambridges & Cornwalls Openly Gossip & Ridicule Blacks, Yanks, Meghan & Harry

Now jump ahead to 04:00:00 on the same video of the Sussexes’ wedding, at this point, having signed the registry, both Caligula II & Doria are returned to the quire. As the gifted cellist Sheku Kanneh-Mason starts the final of three pieces, Wilhelm, Caligula II, Milonia Caesonia and Ekaterina commence throwing shade at The Sussexes and Meghan’s culture. This they openly did before Elizabeth II, the world; moreover, this they did to the very shrewdly observant film industry professionals, who directly sat opposite them. Again, the senior royals quite arrogantly have neither couth nor awareness. Caligula II, Wilhelm, Milonia Caesonia and Ekaterina behaved at Harry & Meghan’s wedding not as persons who were concerned about Meghan being a bully. By their open ridicule of Meghan, Harry and Meghan’s culture, they betrayed to the world that they did not care for Meghan and were already having great fun at Meghan’s expense, along with bullying and racially harassing her.

Baby Mango Man Goes Full Crazy Town

All that hatred, predatory racism, bullying from Wilhelm and Ekaterina against Meghan, resulted in Ekaterina‘s bilious womb, serving as stowaway for a rapidly reincarnated soul, likely overdosed in the immediate past-life as crazed crackhead, Louisa, straight outta Compton. There is no greater winning argument in prosecuting the case against Ekaterina as the dominatrix, bully, racial predator than the fruit of her womb as she waged psychological warfare against Meghan for being a Yank, a self-made strong woman, to say nothing of a beautiful and articulate Black woman.

*When first I saw this display, I was horrified. However, at Trooping the Colour, 2024, I saw little Louis doing his little dance and I had an epiphany. I have a data base of hundreds of historical, famous, political and persons known to self’s numerology. As I have not done Prince Louis’s Michael Overleaves, his numerology had entered the data base at his birth and that was that. As he danced his little heart out at Horse Guards Parade, I suddenly thought to look up his numerology. Everything that I said of him at this blog when originally published in October, 2023, flew out the window. This is a child with 5 energy body. They are adrenalin junkies and in that moment, I fell in love, becoming his biggest cheerleader. Think tennis ace, Cameron Norrie, gymnast Simone Biles and many other athletes. They never stand still and are the most intensely focussed kinetic energy in a human body. Of course, he was not going to quietly sit there at The Queen’s Platinum Jubilee parade; he was being overstimulated by all the colour, music and excited humans. I cannot begin to fathom what it must be like to be an expectant mum with a five energy body incoming baby in utero. Louis is a joy to the world and I certainly hope that he fares well in such a rigid institution which also happens to be a family. END.

Ekaterina: 12 Years a Fail But Oh So Soused

Ekaterina was threatened and had the tacit approval and complicity of Wilhelm in a campaign to destroy Meghan. Very telling, too, was Wilhelm‘s remarks at the first annual Royal Foundation Forum summit, of which they would be only one, as he faced inwards towards Meghan and hawkishly preyed on her, ready to scream at her after the event behind Kensington Palace walls. Like her open animus towards Meghan, there has been the one constant: Ekaterina with a drink in hand and not just for show. This, precisely, is why Damian emerged the liquored up monster.

Wilhelm, Explosive Bully. Prince Harry Ever Wary of Wilhelm’s Deceit. Wilhelm Blissfully Unaware

That interlude also graphically demonstrated how groomed and hamstrung Prince Harry, in his role as spare to the arrogant, racist, ignorant Wilhelm, had become. Wilhelm it was, who remarked about being focussed on mental health and specifically suicide, more so male suicide. All that was cover, what he was in essence doing, was mind-fucking Meghan, letting her know by way of suggestion, and before the world I might add, that he wanted her to suicide… to get out of their midst. Wilhelm is after all the father of lunatic Damian. In the preceding photographs, Prince Harry looks exhausted from being bulldozed by Wilhelm & Ekaterina. At the time of his marriage, Harry still held out hope that his pa and brother would come around and accept Meghan. No, Meghan called it correctly, that was no environment in which to bring up their children. Indeed, it was not an environment in which Prince Harry should keep on living if he was to be a true father and husband to Archie and Meghan.

Meghan Gaslighted, Suicide Ideation, Racially Preyed On

Imagine that, Meghan lays bare what racist terror she experienced, at the hands of the senior royals and their lackeys, and for that, she was gaslighted and racially preyed on with even greater frenzy. The one thing racist non-Blacks, in particular Whites, cannot admit to, is that they are racist and that racism towards Blacks is not just sport but is physically, mentally, emotionally and financially damaging. Gaslighting Meghan was about having her stay and take it; goodness me, why ever would she want to leave a life of luxury, the life of a royal? But fuck it all, she flipped the script on the now Waleses. Just look at Meghan in the royal box at Wimbledon in 2019, she is looking at this inarticulate, dumb as fuck monster and thinking, whilst still breastfeeding Archie, “Bitch, I am not putting my child through this shit!”

Family: Abigail Spencer 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11. Meghan 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11

Ekaterina was damn confident about having her own little Prissy to slap every chance she got, to say nothing of her damn unwanted half-breed kids. No one laughs harder than a master numbered individual. Abigail & Meghan born same day, same year truly are blood. Nothing master-numbered 11s love more than laughing hysterically at damn fools. “Can you imagine? Mousy, inarticulate, dumb broad, trying to make me her bitch…” followed by the loudest gales of laughter. For an artisan soul with master number 11 like Meghan, that moment in the royal box at Wimbledon would have been like having to communicate with a mentally challenged idiot, trying to form a sentence. It took inordinate grace for Meghan to have endured all that shit, but that she did. Meghan like a strong bear had to not only secure her cub, Archie but she had to break the mindfuck that held Prince Harry captive to two of the meanest, pettiest, most pernicious dumbasses imaginable. What else can fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot do but shapeshift into Meghan’s outfits; yet the bitch still can’t do more than mumble & fumble attempts at working a mic.

Buster Tripping the Light Fantastic Across the Cativerse

*At aged 20, Buster effortlessly passed when put to sleep at the vet’s. Just as he appears in this photo, he looked us over one last time, placed his forehead down as when blissfully dreaming, waited and like that, he slipped away in February, 2024. Sweet and blissful dreams darling, Buster. END.

Grooving & Upping the Frequency via Crystals & Music

In the near 50 years since being spiritually focussed, which has included crystals, pyramids, mediums, past-life/reincarnation exploration, I have never once met a White male or female, who has stated that they had a past life in the Americas and West Indies during slavery and were a White slaveowner – god only knows they would never possibly have been an enslaved Black. It is always the reckless abandon of lives lived in opulence in Egypt, at court in Europe or exotic locales, which may venture to China, Japan and India but never Africa where there have always been in excess of 1000 royal families and also never the Muslim Middle East.

Kerry Washington, Kelly Rowland, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex at Beyoncé Concert

Meghan is as hated as she is, because most Whites are loath to have to address the fact that they are racist boors. More than that, most Whites are not prepared to accept, much as with Donald Trump and his devotees, that Ekaterina could be a racist White boor, which they innately know to be true.

George, Ekaterina & Wilhelm, Berkshire, 2013. Ekaterina & Elizabeth II & Elizabeth II May, 2016

The earliest outward signs that Elizabeth II was mortal appeared just after her 90th birthday. Back in 2013 at George’s birth, Wilhelm who could not then have cared less about his father, Caligula II, decamped with his new family to Berkshire and set up court at Ekaterina’s family. Ekaterina was flexing her fist; the moment that she gave birth to George, she was now the most powerful woman in the kingdom; Milonia Caesonia would never be King Mother as she Ekaterina was destined. Furthermore, Wilhelm secretly hated Milonia Caesonia. With Elizabeth II’s demise, Ekaterina knew that she would be unstoppably powerful. For now, they avoided Caligula II and afforded him little contact with his first grandchild, George. Two things then occurred, Elizabeth II’s cancer was diagnosed and Harry met Meghan. First outward sign of Elizabeth II’s cancer appeared in May, 2016, a month after her 90th birthday. Straight away, Harry pressed The Queen for her blessing to marry Meghan and knowing what vile pieces of works, Ekaterina, Wilhelm, Caligula II and Milonia Caesonia were, Elizabeth II consented and rushed them along. Elizabeth II knew that neither Caligula II nor Wilhelm would sanction Harry’s marriage to Meghan, if she did not speed up the process, owing to her rapidly deteriorating health.

Caligula II & Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted

Before her cancer could become stage 4, the marriage of the Sussexes was planned and in the books; not before, of course, Ekaterina & Wilhelm went to war on Harry and Meghan. Meghan’s life was made a positively hellish racist nightmare that drove her to suicidal ideation, which no one gives a damn about when you are Black. Outed on Oprah, suddenly vile, lizard-lipped Ekaterina was wounded by something so base as to be accused of being a liar and a possible racist by that Yank and by someone Black. Under no circumstances do Whites give a damn about Blacks talking about racism at the hands of Whites. Suddenly, with Meghan wedded in, Ekaterina & Wilhelm fast became solidly aligned with Caligula II and Molina Caesonia. Here’s a measure of what a truly nasty piece of work Ekaterina is, she could not have given a fuck about the dead Queen, she gladly stayed behind so that Meghan could not attend Balmoral Castle. Ekaterina did not have the decency to go pay homage to the dead Elizabeth II, the most revered woman in the world; that decision tells you all you need to know about Ekaterina’s detestable character.

Elizabeth II Snubs Ekaterina & Wilhelm, December, 2020

Meghan could have gone there with Ekaterina then have Meghan stay away in a separate suite and not allowed to see The Queen’s body. However, future King Mother made it perfectly clear, she did not give a damn about Elizabeth II. Elizabeth II was dead; she was not Queen. Ekaterina was being her vile petty self, in not going to Balmoral Castle, she was saying fuck you to the departed Elizabeth II, for having snubbed her in December, 2020. In a fucked up racialised world, all everyone did, was focus on Meghan and make it about Meghan having caused a rift in the family, when it has always been Ekaterina: regurgitating, pernicious, slithering, vile monster. First act Ekaterina does on Elizabeth II’s death, is lay down the law, “I do not want that Yank, that fucking Black thing anywhere near the body. I don’t give a shit! All those damn fools will see, is how she has caused chaos in this family!”

Ekaterina Philip’s Funeral, 2021. Ekaterina’s Wedding, 2011. Ekaterina Elizabeth II’s Funeral, 2022

It worked, the FSAs were given their marching orders and the royal pantomime did a course correct. It is not entirely out of the realm of possibility that the whole thing, Elizabeth II’s death, was staged to insult and sacrifice Meghan to repair Ekaterina’s shattered and compromised image thanks to the Oprah interview. The House of Windsor performs the function of perpetuating the Virgin Mother mythology/Iconography of the White tribe. At George’s birth in 2013, Ekaterina became a Queen more powerful than Elizabeth II; Ekaterina was figuratively crowned the Queen Bee. From that moment on, she has been Queen in waiting and will ever be King Mother as she has from that moment in July, 2013 on becoming Mother/Virgin Mother/Queen Bee.

Windsor Walkabout:. Ekaterina Openly Seethes at Meghan. It Was Expulsion & Sacrifice

They are frankly that vile: Caligula II, Wilhelm, blithering idiot bigot Milonia Caesonia and most especially Ekaterina. Kill her off, avenge Diana’s murder, put her out of her misery, repay her for sanctioning that damn marriage of Harry & Meghan and crown Ekaterina with styles and titles: White Virgin Mother. Super Bitch. Queen. King Mother. Patron Saint of the Karens. Queen of the Karens. In one move, Ekaterina became Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens. Wilhelm indeed should damn well be wary of her because if he died, she would still be King Mother and it would be far better for Ekaterina if he died rather than being divorced and banished. Thousands stood for days in the elements to file past Elizabeth II’s casket at Westminster Hall, yet Ekaterina who would not have married Wilhelm without Elizabeth II’s consent, could not have given a damn to head up to Balmoral Castle and pay her respects to Elizabeth II’s corpse. With that move, Ekaterina was able to return to her role as heroine, of the wronged White woman, falsely accused of being a racist; she was once again victim, after it was challenged post Oprah interview when the lie of “Meghan made Ekaterina cry” was rather elegantly exposed by Meghan who is infinitely more shrewd than Ekaterina.. than all of them.. and they know it. Queen of the Karens in essence made it known that it was that damn Yank, Meghan, who made it impossible for her to have attended Elizabeth II’s body. The nonsense that Meghan could not go if Catherine did not, was a lie. If that were truly the case then Sophie, the then Countess of Wessex, would not have been allowed to attend Balmoral Castle and visit the dead Queen’s body; however, that she did do.

Ekaterina Perpetually, Racially Predatory of Meghan. Ekaterina Now the Most Powerful Windsor Wife

Catherine stayed behind so that with Meghan also left behind, she could confront her and be an evil, vile, psycho, mind-fucking bitch to Meghan about the Orpah interview. It would have been her one chance to do so and she would definitely have seized the opportunity to go to war with Meghan. She was still filled with animus the following day as they got ready to depart in the car at the Windsor walkabout. Ekaterina forthrightly came forward, and squared off with Meghan by looking at her then down at the ground as if to signify, you are done and truly buried; she was also most definitely hissing something from the set of her jaw and rictus grin. There was no equanimity or truce with the Windsor walkabout. Meghan having been confronted the day prior at Windsor by Ekaterina, who declined to go to Balmoral Castle, because she wanted to confront Meghan, looked yet again exhausted for being around 9 energy bodied Ekaterina which is precisely the effect that a negatively focussed warrior soul (Ekaterina) would have on an artisan soul (Meghan).

Ekaterina, Patron Saint & Queen of the Karens

This is why Ekaterina has emerged in all of this as an icon, SWF, a great heroine – Patron Saint and Queen of the Karens. In the preceding photograph, Ekaterina is being fawned over and worshipped on the eve of Caligula II’s coronation. Naturally, as Ekaterina drove off the Yank/Negro in the royal family, everyone of those women who ‘just love her’ are gushing with love for and pride in Ekaterina because she did what was expected of her and as they would also have done of any Black woman, moving into their neighbourhood or workplace. Get rid of it! And oh what great sport they would have in doing so, which is precisely why Meghan shared the soul-crushing suicidal ideation that she experienced for being subjected to the unrelenting racial animus from Wilhelm & Ekaterina and all the lisping racist sycophants of theirs both within the royal households, J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz et al, and the FSAs.

Unhinged Loon Hiding In Plain Sight.

Just as she sat there gurning like a blasted loon whilst the fruit of her toxic womb embarrassed the shit out of her before the world at the Platinum Jubilee Parade – remember how she laughed at Meghan and her culture at the Sussexes’ wedding, so too she fakes it through royal life, being the new, beloved White goddess – Queen of the Karens and killing off Elizabeth II’s image/iconography for all time. Truth be told, Ekaterina is more damaging to the monarchy/Britain than Andrew, Duke of York. When growing up in the Caribbean, I used to visit my aunt in St. Croix – where incidentally I experienced by first racially predatory attack by mainland Whites whose father was a local judge. On Sunday afternoons, my aunt’s church used to go to have service at a senior care home where there also were disturbed youth, some cerebral palsy; at the time, all the residents were Whites. There were Whites in St. Kitts, it was, though, the first time that I had experienced mentally-afflicted, institutionalised young persons. It was sheer madness. I found the experience each time so confusion, I wanted to empathise with them yet all they did was react to us for being Blacks as though we were freaks… seriously.

Ekaterina Boozed Up & Predatory. Banned Paul Emsley Portrait. Caligula II’s Scottish Enthronement

There was one woman there, a patient, who had about half an inch worth of forehead and the largest gums. All she did was hide from us, as we were Blacks, then would gurn and hiss at us, then run away and hide some more whilst laughing her truly lunatic skull off. Fifty plus years later, I always think of that disturbed woman whenever I see Ekaterina gurning. Indeed, as Meghan told Oprah, “the reality is nothing like it seems.” 9s are shrill and borderline unhinged when focussed on being adversarial to whomever they’ve chosen to target and never ever do they cease targeting the subject of their focussed animus – this is precisely why Ekaterina has transposed her racially predatory bullying and harassment of Meghan via cannibalising her through clothing et al.

Make It The Motherfuck Make Sense

How now, sweet little darling, you are still an embarrassing, inarticulate bore who is as charismatic as sodden cardboard. Nothing like a weak, insecure woman; she will destroy everyone around her. Going after Meghan has come at the cost of her marriage and her thirdborn’s mental health. Louis validates that not only is she a drunk but she is that queer oddity, the functionally unhinged; clearly, for Prinz Wilhelm, it has become a total trip and exhaustive buyer’s remorse. Prinzessin Ekaterina for being a meanspirited bully, to say nothing of racist boor, has betrayed her culpability by having waged a racially charged, bullying campaign against Meghan.

Texts Between Ekaterina & Meghan as Shared in Prince Harry’s SPARE

It is clear from the text message shared in Prince Harry’s searing memoir, SPARE, that Ekaterina was hellbent on breaking and sadistically owing Meghan; Meghan of course was professional and infinitely gracious. Nothing of that exchange suggests that Ekaterina is predisposed to crying. She is of coalmining pedigree and exposed to power, she has become drunk on power and corrupted of spirit. Nothing in that text exchange points to Meghan being a bully and a bitch but yeah, the Waleses control the narrative in the tabloids. How fucking bored must one be to be indulging in this petty BS, save of course if you’re bigoted boors, you will act exactly as Prinz Wilhelm and Prinzessin Ekaterina have.

Abigail Spencer 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11, Fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss

The psychology of this vindictive, archly petty, shitty excuse for a woman is pretty obvious. Knowing that Abigail Spencer was born on the same day, same year as Meghan, she targets Meghan by wearing the exact dress as Abigail wore to Meghan’s royal wedding. This served as the opening salvo in her long running soft cannibalisation of Meghan through the tabloids by way of her choice of clothing.

Meghan Carries Portmanteau, Followed Thereafter by Ekaterina Doing Same

Now fraulein von Rictus der Gurnalot takes her psychotic stalking directly to Meghan after the Oprah interview when Meghan and Harry were successfully received at the Global Citizen Festival in New York City’s Central Park, five months later in September, 2021. Naturally, the gurning bully showed up to an event, carrying a portmanteau, mimicking and ridiculing Meghan.

Meghan Remembrance at Cenotaph, 2019. Ekaterina Remembrance at Cenotaph, 2021

As a result of the Oprah interview in March 2021, Prinzessin Ekaterina wears a broad downturned hat at the Cenotaph in November, 2021 after Meghan had done so in 2019, Ekaterina‘s obsession is febrile as for one thing, Elizabeth II was close to dying, she has been beyond livid that her true ugliness has been exposed in the Oprah interview.

St. Paul’s Cathedral Queen’s Platinum Jubilee Service, June 2022

Elizabeth II’s Platinum Jubilee Celebrations. Of course, timing being everything, her long reign turned farcical towards its closing hours. For having outed them on Oprah, now comes the revenge. Not only are they now non-working royals – whatever the blasted motherfuck that is? – but they also do not get to stand on the balcony – oh boo-fucking-hoo. Then, if that’s not enough, to drive home what petty fuckers they all are, they have that blasted rhino-stumped heifer, Baroness Marie-Christine der Blackamoor Brooch sat in the row behind the then Prince of Wales and his miserably wedded heir, with Meghan and Harry sat across the aisle and directly in front of Caligula II’s up skirt/kilt Battyman even though with Elizabeth II still breathing, the kilted stud has as yet begun living openly with his debauched and buggered lover, Herr Fatty-Fingers.

Love Is In the Air… Up Skirt & Musky As All Hell

There was the lover, apprenticing up skirt Elizabeth II’s poopy-smelling frockcoats in June, 2022 and a mere five months later, there was he in November, 2022 sat in the royal box at the British Royal Legion’s Festival of Remembrance at Royal Albert Hall.

Meghan The Duchess of Sussex Speech in Full at One Young World Summit, 2022

Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex delivers speech at One Young World Summit in Manchester, England on the eve of Elizabeth II’s death, September 2022. This, in a mere three months, gives Ekaterina, the bullying, power mad, gurning loon the idea to outdo Meghan. Look for sycophant Sir Bod Geldof hardly rise as Meghan takes to the lectern.

Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss Suffers Charisma Implosion

Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss & Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted

Elizabeth II is now dead and buried and Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus der Gurnalot und Mumbleweiss has been getting all the King’s RADA sycophants to try and make a half decent silk purse of this limp, sodden sow’s rectum – god how they must sit around, as actors are wont to do, hysterically shrieking at what a dumb twat she is. Shocker, there she was, wearing an electric red pantsuit as Meghan had months earlier, to also give a keynote address. Somehow, this obsessive boor thinks that for mimicking Meghan, she was suddenly going to be possessed of intellect, eloquence and prove remotely charismatic – fraulein gurn und mumble indeed.

C’est très Charmant, Mais Oui, Non. Chile It Speaks with Its Hands!
Keep Your Damn Hands Out of Spike Lee’s Face!
Wilhelm Is Just Biting Off His Lower Lip. There’ll Be More Shouting for That Performance

Together. Our Community Cookbook Forwarded by HRH The Duchess of Sussex

Meghan, The Hague April, 2022, Transparent Racial Predator Ghouls, Grenfell Tower June, 2022

Summer 2022, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex accompanies Prince Harry to the Invictus Games at The Hague. June 2022, on the fifth anniversary of the Grenfell Tower, Ekaterina attended the ceremony, though at the time, and I was in London during the Grenfell Tower fire, Ekaterina did not look over her shoulder. Of course, she could have sent the newly minted Duke & Duchess of Edinburgh, but Ekaterina as ever had to make a point and tear her flat arse in Meghan’s face. Meghan wears Chanel flats to Invictus Games in 2022, so Prinzessin Ekaterina goes to Grenfell Tower ceremony where Meghan had launched the Together cookbook to assist the devastated residents of Grenfell Tower as another way of letting Meghan know, “Bitch you can run to Oprah all you want, I got you out of here, you are not here and I will never let you back!” So petty is the goddamn gurning loon, Ekaterina, with the little baby Mr. Mango freak, Damian. Just as in January, 2023 and June, 2022, Ekaterina takes the time to directly look into the camera as she bullies Meghan – mostly her racist Karen flock and the FSAs. Prinzessin Ekaterina is saying “fuck you” Meghan whilst looking directly into the camera, thereby betraying how miserably she has failed to own and control Meghan. Her vacuous life passed, plotting and scheming how next to cannibalise/stalk Meghan by way of clothing, shoes at charity appearances.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex Wears Signature Aquazurra Bow Tie Heels

Ekaterina on the Eve of Caligula II’s Coronation. Meghan Duchess of Sussex Queen Elizabeth II’s Funeral. Alpaca-Faced Baby Mama, Coronation

Meghan, having quite had enough of small island, small-minded bitches, turned her back on the racist island kingdom. Left to stew in their venom, who could possibly be surprised by SWF Ekaterina on the eve of the coronation saying fuck you to Meghan, who was declined an invitation, by wearing the Aquazurra bow tie heels, which previously Ekaterina had never owned or worn. This woman, Ekaterina, is so immensely petty. How indeed could Meghan not have been driven to suicidal ideation when harassed and lynched by this out-of-control, power mad, racist woman of coalmining pedigree?

With Meghan leaving Spotify under super agent Ari Emanuel, naturally, both Spotify and the Waleses had something to celebrate. Having taped an episode for Shrek & co.’s podcast, they cunningly made sure that the event took place in the same drawing room at Windsor Castle – god only knows there is only one drawing room in Windsor Castle – as the official portraits of Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Naturally, they waited to air said sports podcast, to coincide with the opening of Prince Harry’s Invictus Games in Dusseldorf as a way to overshadow the Games but also to telegraph to Harry & Meghan that they were history; they were being whitewashed from royal history. Of course, good old Shrek just had to go and remind us that Ekaterina is a blasted drunk who is Queen of beer pong.

Meghan at Invictus Games The Hague 2022 Catherine Rugby World Cup France 2023

The next day, Ekaterina who had now replaced Prince Harry as patron for English rugby union was at their match in France at the Rugby World Cup, 2023. Naturally, as Harry was being erased, Ekaterina just had to wear a white pantsuit, clutch and similar round pendant necklace as Meghan had the summer prior at the Invictus Games at The Hague.

Meghan NAACP Image Awards, Feb 2022. Ekaterina Being Functionally Unhinged Dec 2022

Earlier during Black History Month at the start of the pandemic, Harry & Meghan picked up an award at the NAACP Image Awards for their humanitarian work. Fast forward, et voilà, as predictable as a monkey jacking off, there reliably is the fucking sodden cardboard psycho, sporting the same outfit; there can certainly be no mistaking, who ape batshit crazy Damian’s mother is. All this does raise the very pertinent question, how interested is Ekaterina in these charities, if clearly a major reason for showing up, is to further her psychotic aggression against Meghan?

Royal Wedding of HRH Princess Eugenie & Jack Brooksbank, October 2018

HRH Prince Eugenie’s wedding to Jack Brooksbank afforded further insights to the dynamics of the relations between the royal princes and their wives. At the 50:20 minute mark, both TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex arrived, followed immediately after by TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge. It was a hurried affair and likely there were some hisses once waiting to enter the quire and be sat before the world’s gaze. The senior ducal couples are sat in the quire, Prince Harry sat between his wife, Meghan and sister-in-law, Ekaterina. Meghan ever ‘on’ busies herself whilst avoiding Ekaterina’s hissing/sniping and chats with Zara Tindall.

Prinz Wilhelm Restrains Reptile Ekaterina. Prince Harry Foils Pregnant Meghan from the Evil Boor

At the 01:05:50 mark of said video, Meghan can be seen chatting with HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal sat to her immediate left as she has no desire to lean across Prince Harry and chat with the fork-tongued, slithering, power mad coalmining offal. Then at the 01:06:55 mark, behind Sarah, Duchess of York & HRH Princess Beatrice, Ekaterina is seen tapping Prinz Wilhelm on the left thigh, he holds her right hand and she goes on to neurotically rub his thigh, as he restrains her inner hissing. Of course, at this point, Wilhelm & Ekaterina are both aware that Meghan is with child and you can bet, the campaign was already begun to drive Meghan mad, have her either miscarry or suicide. They do not want an Octoroon in their family. Just imagine, a curly afroed ginger, Archie would be the obsession of the British tabloids to the exclusion of Ekaterina’s own not-the-swiftest-of-souls sons, though to be sure sure, Charlotte does fire on all engines. Early days yet, for Meghan it was just smile serenely and carry on. Prinz Wilhelm was of course, restraining his venomous wife who was utterly opposed to Meghan being in their midst and wanted her gone. For his part, Wilhelm is still his mother’s son and Meghan is his brother’s wife.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Princess Henry of Sussex

Meghan, the most powerful Windsor wife, since her soul was previously incarnate as a female member of the British monarchy, Margaret Beaufort, Tudor matriarch. The importance of Meghan in this current drama is not easily disguised, though, there is a great effort exerted to distract from the truth. At the heart of Meghan’s lynching is the fact that the royals of The House of Windsor have been outed as racist boors. This was not easy for Elizabeth II as she spent her entire life projecting the image of the great matriarch of the Commonwealth and all its disparate races. Meghan was supposed to have sustained that legacy and been the bridge to the Commonwealth when racist Prinz Wilhelm & Prinzessin Ekaterina had no desire to make forays into predominantly Black Commonwealth nations – they still have not toured one of the predominantly Black 19 commonwealth nations in sub-Saharan Africa.

Ekaterina & Mary. Ekaterina & Stephanie of Luxembourg. Ekaterina & King Wilhelm-Alexander

Ekaterina has never once toured any of the 19 African Commonwealth nations. How do you justify being a senior royal and mother of a future Sovereign yet in 12 years of marriage never once having set foot in not one of those 19 predominantly Black Commonwealth nations? Twice she has undertaken Commonwealth tours on behalf of Elizabeth II when she was clearly no longer able to undertake such taxing tours. Instead of her lazy racist hide going on tour, Caligula II and Anne have done the lion’s share of this work and merkin-predisposed Sophie taking up the slack. Ekaterina, the Queen of the Karens, has been on tour to a mere 9 Commonwealth nations, whilst having visited 13 non Commonwealth nations. Ekaterina does not like non-Whites and most definitely, she does not like Blacks. Ekaterina, the overindulged never once had to undertake a royal tours whilst pregnant, yet there was Meghan on her first royal tour, days after it was announced that she was expectant with Prince Archie. Ekaterina has speciously claimed that she has stayed put rather than tour as she wants to bring up her kids; obviously, from the looks of Louis/Damian, Ekaterina has had little to no time to spare on the damaged fruit of her toxic womb.

Ekaterina Holding Dress Avoiding Blacks. Belize Standoff. Ekaterina Rebuffs Jamaican Olivia Grange

If 2022 were not a Jubilee year, Ekaterina would not have undertaken a royal tour of Commonwealth nations. She was loath to have to do so on Elizabeth II’s behalf. At the start of the tour, there was her outright rudeness to the local Blacks in Belize, and later in Jamaica she rudely brushed off the Minister of Sports, Olivia Grange, who tried to take her hand. Ekaterina is as common as an Ozarks redneck full of anti-Black racist venom. The white t-shirt photo perfectly captures the penny dropping moment for the racially predatory pair; if only they had not chased Meghan from the kingdom, she would be the one undertaking this damn tour to be amongst the natives, whom they are so loath to have to tolerate for a damn nanosecond.

Caligula II à La République de la France. Brigitte, Milonia Caesonia & Incitatus. Milonia Caesonia in Dior

As was plain for all to see, there was Caligula II on his official visit to La République de la France with his lover, the kilted Incitatus openly walking alongside Madame Brigitte Macron & Milonia Caesonia on the Champs-Élysées no less. Of course, having Meghan perpetually, unrelentingly lynched takes the spotlight off debauched and buggered Caligula II. Meghan has to be hung from a tree and the White tribe get its jollies so that god forbid Milonia Caesonia should be booed or openly rejected for the pain she caused the beloved Diana, Princess of Wales. Too, Meghan serves the purpose of keeping whispers of the kilted Incitatus being more than Caligula II’s equerry at bay. No need to have whispers persisting as to why Caligula II lives apart from Milonia Caesonia with the virile Incitatus at Highgrove. I for one, as I flatly replied to friend, don’t give a damn what her Dior cost but I do care to know what it cost to replace all that shattered glass at the Palais de Versailles!

Serena Ohanian-Williams. Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex. Abigail Spencer, NYC Baby Shower.

No matter how much Caligula II and his henchmen in the media cast their nets far and wide, they will never be able to affect Harry and Meghan’s success and happiness. One thing that they will never do, is remove Harry & his heirs from the line of succession as some of the media racist boors bleat on. The moment they do any such thing, their greatest fear would be realised: a memoir of Meghan’s detailing the racist abuse that she suffered at the hands of senior royals. Meghan knows her power, this is why she does not set foot anywhere near the lot of them when charitable work takes her to England.

Harry & Meghan with Oprah Winfrey. David Foster & Prince Harry. Meghan & Harry with Kevin Costner

More than all that, showbiz is all about knowledge and the power of secrets; the land of make believe, is all about power to ruin someone by exposing their secrets. Everyone in Hollywood knows the goods on the senior royals at this point. The baby shower in New York City in February, 2019 was for Meghan to decompress from the racist maelstrom that she faced whilst pregnant. Ekaterina & Wilhelm wanted her to suicide; Meghan needed a break from Wilhelm and Ekaterina’s campaign of convincing Meghan that she was carrying Rosemary’s Baby – talk about irony as per Damian’s coming at at the Platinum Jubilee. Talk about karma; they serve up their petty seating for the Sussexes and the next day the universe had the last laugh as Damian, finally let out of his cage, pissed on and humped the dominatrix’s leg.

Tracy Robbins. Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau. Kelly McKee Zajfen.

Lindsay Roth. Misha Nonoo-Hess. Delfina Blaquier

Oprah stated that there was a lot more tape to that interview. Tyler Perry pointedly stated that there was a lot more that Meghan could have said in her Oprah interview, which would have proven injurious to the House of Windsor’s senior royals. David Foster’s wife is Katherine McPhee who went to the same high school as Meghan. The Fosters know the senior Mulroneys, plus Ben and Jessica, not to mention Sophie Grégoire-Trudeau & husband, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. All these people socially overlap and at their level of society, they rarely ever have fallings out – relationships and connections are of immense financial worth. These are, on the whole, tight, well-guarded, upper social strata bonds that transcend politics and social whims.

Molina Caesonia, Caligula II, Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted, Prinzessin Ekaterina von Rictus

No matter what the dog whistling Windsor media henchmen speciously allege on their silly little island, they have no power and their unmasked truth is a known open secret, which makes it the most bankable commodity in Hollywood. Meghan is a devastating threat because with her departure and by taking Harry and their children with her, the House of Windsor is suddenly exposed as utterly vulnerable and frankly irrelevant.

Vichyssoise. Brown Sugar & Butter Roasted Squash. Ossobuco on Roasted Pine Nuts & Baby Carrots

Back in late spring of 1987, Merlin and I hosted an old friend of mine to dinner at our Cabbagetown home. Back in the late ’70s, Ivan was an eccentric artist: painter, sculptor and former dancer from New York City. He lived a rather bohemian theatrical life in a loft across Markham Street from Ed Mirvish’s Honest Ed in Mirvish Village. One day, after I had been by for tea and great conversation, he took me across the street and introduced me, grandly stating that I was now going to start working for them that very day, and I did. Eventually, I was off to Winnipeg to study dance which proved the most soul-crushing, racist experience imaginable. I remember sitting there in the theatre, the house lights going down and the full dress rehearsal for Romeo & Juliet was begun. The only Black in the school, I also had the humiliating experience of being the only student who was not allowed to take part in the production. I was crushed and this was after having suffered the indignity of having another male in the school piss into my locker’s grated door into my shoes and socks, which meant having to venture home in -30°C and colder in the driven snow in piss-sodden socks that were frozen to my feet by the time I made it home from the then studios on Portage to my tiny apartment on Assiniboine. That late spring, Merlin and I slaved away in the kitchen, prepping for dinner with Ivan. As a rule, I never once cooked a meal for any of Merlin’s friends; most of all, none of his friends were ever invited when I had friends of my own to dinner. We started with vichyssoise, followed by halved, baked squash with butter and brown sugar, into which was placed purple rice smothered in melted white cheddar and slivered almonds. The main course was Merlin’s favourite, the most sublime ossobuco sat on a bed of liqueur-sautéed pine nuts and adorned by baby carrots. Ivan was a great raconteur, with the loudest, most irreverent fuck-that laugh, and a ravenous appetite; it was always good to host him and repay his kindness from the decade earlier; moreover, Merlin genuinely loved his company.

Chicago. Halved Lobster Meal. Washington D. C.

Ivan it was who had introduced me to a wealthy friend of his, who was a patron of the arts and lived in Chicago, New Orleans and Washington D.C. He thought that my experience in Winnipeg was ridiculously hellish and I needed to get out. Naturally, his friend’s lover got wind of my existence then called the school and reported, “Ms. Thang was trying to thief her man!” This was great ammunition for the school’s principal who treated my existence in class as though I were truly invisible. Next, the scheming, bigoted principal, an ex-lover of whose told me that I would never get into the company so arch was his hatred of Blacks, went all out to exterminate me. He then set me up with someone for lunch whom I assumed was the hotel manager at the local Holiday Inn. Large-bodied but kind and reserved, I replied after he asked why I was not eating, starved though I was, that my mother’s name was Miriam, a Jew and we neither ate pork nor shellfish. The halved whole lobster before me truly made me feel nauseous. He called a waiter, had it replaced and asked where I was from as I ravenously tucked in whilst schooling him on Nevis. He then gave me his business card and that of the banquet supervisor. Days later, I called him a few times to thank him for getting me the job of waiter/bartender at the hotel – god only knows I was at 105lbs dying on a diet, noon and night, of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I then had a sit-down interview with the school principal, who let me know that there was a complaint against me for repeatedly calling my host at lunch in the hotel. Imagine that, calling someone to say thanks for their kindness and getting me a gig, is deemed suspect? All along, I had assumed that he was the banquet manager, it was Ivan who told me that that manager, Izzy Asper, was one of the richest Canadians who owned the damn hotel! Furthermore, the principal then took it on himself to announce to the whole school that it did not reflect well on him and his school to have students with sugar daddies or any student aggressively looking for sugar daddies in his school. Looking back, the thought that the principal actually used Mr. Asper as bait to accuse me of being a male whore when the gentleman was not remotely Queer, was truly repugnant to me.

Mirvish Books on Art, Mirvish Village. Christina’s World, Andrew Wyeth, MoMA. New Orleans.

Years earlier whilst Merlin was in Toronto filming Fraggle Rock at the CBC studios with Jim Henson, I was still resident in New York City, dancing and spending much time with milliner Frederick Jones & former dancer, Attila Isaksen, who had the greatest feet of any dancer I have ever seen, male or female. Attila laughed at life and was a great spirit whose brief dance career took him from Houston to New York City. Attila born March 7, 1955 had two numbers in common with me and was also possessed of master number 11 – he is also an artisan soul like me and an entity mate. Attila thought that my experience in Winnipeg was beyond absurd. One evening after we had had more fantastic sex, we sat in the tub talking, laughing and sipping on red wine before more robust noisy sexual play. “How did you manage to survive that penal colony, my god?” Attila asked to which we both roared. Of course, I then shared with Attila how I charmed the school principal into giving me the job of school custodian, which he gleefully accepted – never underestimate the stupidity of ‘Whites,’ rather than Caucasians, who are ever convinced that one is never possessed of intellect for being Black. I then proceeded to master cleaning the place in record time, when I had figured out how to do the four hour gig in 1.5 hours, I then set about scouring the school principal’s notes that he kept of all students. Indeed, he dismissed me as unaware and not company worthy. More than that, I got keen insights to his opinions of male students, especially the not remotely Gay ones, of whom he seemed ever keen on grooming – breaking them in. Attila, naturally, was not surprised at any of this; it is par for the course in the dance world.

Soul Crooners: Barry White. Al Green & Teddy Pendergrass

Going on, I then told Attila of my casual lover who lived just off Pembina Highway in the city’s south end. I spent at least two weekends per month with him for about a year. He was a tall, jet-black Jamaican nurse, whose house was covered throughout in plastic as he collected two of every item of furniture, the spare one to be eventually shipped home to Jamaica where he would build a house and retire – this is not as uncommon as one would assume. I shared how after each fuck, I felt splayed and truly as if paralysed from the hips down. Randomly, Attila asked if I was familiar with Andrew Wyeth’s paintings; indeed, I wasn’t then familiar. Devon Bradford had the largest, thickest, big Black cock, I have ever seen; it felt arousing of spirit each time to see what my tiny body had just conquered. Attila shared that I was correct in my observation that truly big-dicked Black men always played damn good soul music to hypnotise you into a spectacular, memorable fuck – Attila’s lovers were all Black. We howled at how many times we had heard the same Barry White, Teddy Pendergrass and Al Green songs; Attila of Scandinavian heritage, by way of Minnesota, had the thickest cock and his arms were covered in the same blonde forest of fur as Prince Harry’s. The next weekend, on a Saturday afternoon, Philip took me to MoMa for my first visit and guided me by the hand with his blindfold covering my eyes. We stopped, he removed the blindfold and we both erupted in hushed giggles. There before me was Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s World, which perfectly reflected how, having shared with Attila, I felt each time after a soul-jousting fuck with Devon in cold, hellish, racist Winnipeg. Attila thought that I should have lived with Devon, who wanted to put me through nursing school; then again, said I, I would not have met him or Merlin. “Sooner or later that fucker is going to crawl into his casket and rot in hell, eating every pope’s arse,” I quietly told Attila of the racist school principal. Vaffanculo! In short order, Attila and I were returned to marvellously hot sex. There is no doubt in my mind that Meghan’s experience, for being the first Black to have married into the royal family, whilst living in England mirrored and surpassed in its cruelty aspects of the racism to which I was subjected for being the only Black in that school in Winnipeg.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Whitehall, November, 2018.

Ever, I will be most fuck-all indefatigable in defending Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex against all and everyone and will remain fiercely respectful of her, Prince Harry, Doria, their children, plus the persons who form their secure inner circle… to say nothing of their journey. I stood almost directly opposite Meghan in Whitehall at the time of the preceding photograph and the hatred being directed at this human was devastating. Not since my days in Winnipeg had I felt so racially smothered; Britons are vile racist boors.

Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex Invictus Games, Dusseldorf, Germany, 2023

Meghan made it perfectly clear that she will never bow or curtsey to a racist boor by staying away from Caligula II’s coronation. So there was Ekaterina with her team of lisping sycophants at the ready, waiting to see what Meghan would be wearing in Dusseldorf, to replicate it in short order. Well, fuck it! What is Ekaterina to do now? She most definitely cannot be seen wearing YSL sandals in public. Most of all, she cannot break protocol and start wearing shorts to official charity events. The strapless, metallic teal, lace midi was exquisite; most of all, there is no way for Ekaterina to cannibalise that look.

Now That’s What You Call Real Gangsta Cannibalism – Bronzer & an Afro Wig. Foxy Brown Ekaterina!

Silly Ekaterina, that’s what you get for showing up at Grenfell Tower event in June, 2022, wearing Chanel sandals and on the eve of the coronation, wearing Aquazurra bow tie heels. The only way for her to top Meghan’s look in Dusseldorf, is to show up with spray-on full body bronzer whilst wearing a curly afro wig. I would truly piss myself shrieking and you know that Ekaterina is both desperate and competitive enough to do just that.

How to Go Hooking and Sporting; ie Ekaterina Getting the Job Done Whether Bagging Prince or Lover

Everyone keeps carping on about how Ekaterina was so bullied and stressed out by Meghan. Bullshit! Ekaterina is an utterly vapid, shallow, embittered power mad cannibal with the famished soul of a dominatrix. Damn Ekaterina, Meghan is not your bitch to be either pegged or fisted by your febrile, sadistic, terrorising campaigns.

And the Mirror Cracked. Ekaterina’s Mask Slips

Silly woman, didn’t it ever occur to you, Ekaterina, that hating Meghan, is like pulling the pin on a grenade and forgetting to toss it? These mad amateurs think that they can simply demonise Meghan in the media and somehow, they will prove the first time in human civilisation that there aren’t two sides to this historic royal story. Ekaterina has never been on tour whilst pregnant; however, Meghan is shipped off to Australia on tour early during her first pregnancy. Further, whilst she is away in October, 2018 J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz is put up to write to Valery “The Fly” du Bout and allege that Meghan was a bully. Prinz Wilhelm & Prinzessin Ekaterina are to their supporters much like Donald Trump is to his followers; regardless the obvious facts, only their warped account of reality sans factual evidence matters and their race, Meghan’s race and that the FSAs certainly see to it.

J’anusz (Pronounced Anus, the J’ Is Silent) der Schmeckel-Snitz aka Herr J’anusz der SS.

As Wilhelm is not the swiftest of souls (3 & 2) he has left himself fully exposed as the complicit architect of so much of this absolute shitefest. If you cannot get the marriage cancelled – Thomas Markle Sr. slipped up on Live Australian TV and said that J’anusz der Schmeckel-Snitz had put him up to the Jerry Springer sideshow before The Sussexes’ wedding, in the hope that the wedding would be called off. In the meantime, since Meghan was pregnant, let’s apply even more pressure and hope that she either miscarries or commits suicide whilst on royal tour in the southern hemisphere. J’anusz, Wilhelm & Ekaterina’s bottom feeder, has access to the FSAs and of course, he knows too much about Prinz Wilhelm’s pegged & fisted proclivities.  For this reason, J’anusz has proven himself indispensable and as soon as Elizabeth II died, he is appointed by Wilhelm himself as an lieutenant of the Royal Victorian Order, in December 2022. The little Texan cactus (now there’s a butt plug) merely acted on his own, regarding that email which highlighted Meghan’s alleged bullying of staff, which Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted releases J’anusz to go afford the court in a bid to assist the Fail on Sunday in its case against, Meghan – Meghan of course won because the courts saw how utterly amateurish and exposed Wilhelm & Ekaterina have left themselves in this entire tawdry affair. Since then as his secrets are too potentially damaging of the Waleses’ marriage and reputation, J’anusz has now become a major appointee at the vanity Earthshot Prize, which is about as meaningless as Wilhelm shucking oyster or was that a diamond encrusted dog tail butt plug that he was in search of? If J’anusz had to be seduced and bedded to get him to go after the senior Markles then so be it. Now like old Etonians, they are practically inseparable, J’anusz even climbing in next to him on the recent boys’ trip to New York City.

Wilhelm & Ekaterina, 2010. Prince Caligula & Diana Princess of Wales, 1981. Wilhelm & Ekaterina, 2021

Let’s face it, Ekaterina, every day is one day closer to the Prime Minister standing in Parliament and announcing that: “It is with regret that Buckingham Palace announces that the Prince & Princess of Wales are to be separated.” Ten years on, and Ekaterina could not directly look into the camera. Notice, too, Wilhelm’s arms no longer wrap completely about Ekaterina’s body ten years on. So glad that Harry let Prinz Wilhelm have their mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’ sapphire engagement ring; the damn thing is clearly cursed.

“All of Me, Why Not Take All of Me…” Sing It, Peggalicious. Wreath Laying in India.

Just look at that two-way pegged and fisted byway being flagrantly advertised; what does J’anusz der SS not know? Indeed, what debauched peggalicious fun did J’anusz and Wilhelm get up to in New York City from which Ekaterina was banished so that boys and lovers could be pegged and fisted boy and lovers. Naturally, J’anusz has conveniently been handsomely placed at Earthshot Prize, making his companionship less likely to arouse suspicion. What’s more, Ekaterina is not going to Singapore because at the end of the day, Diana is not Ekaterina’s mum, she is Harry’s mum.

Wynton Marsalis solo Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra at Massey Hall 2025

Summer is Jazz season and boy has it been great this year. Here is enduring favourite, Wynton Marsalis leader of the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra intoxicating the soul with his brilliant creative genius. Jazz is Love. Jazz is Life. Jazz is Art most rare!

The Cannibalising Racial Predator Exposed

So in the week of the French President’s state visit to the UK, during which the Prince & Princess of Wales kept the Macrons waiting for over 10 minutes before arriving, our 1851 Trust patron #ladylegswideopen was irrefutably outed as having waged a years-long campaign of stalking Meghan Sussex by way of cannibalising her through fashion. Trust TikTok creator @matta_of_fact to have sorted it all out. Yes, indeed, Natasha “Tash” Archer announced that she was leaving her post as chief stylist to Catherine, The Princess of Wales after a fifteen-year association to go start a consultancy of her own. What then unfolded was making her, as ever, private Instagram account public. However, in the process of doing so, “Tash” did not take the time to cull her following list before actually going live/public. As a result, it was revealed that all Catherine’s predatory Orca-like fashion copycatting of Meghan, post Megxit, were done for stalking all Meghan’s design and clothing. What this reveals is how truly obsessed both William and Catherine are with that fucking Black Yank whom they cannot stand; they’ve been in a blind white-hooded rage at the every move that Meghan makes. This, of course, also blows wide open the campaign of hostilities and lies from the Fleet Street henchmen, being directly orchestrated by the gruesome, racist twosome whose offices remain Kensington Palace but who knows exactly where they live as their separate lives continue unaffected.

Chris Jackson & Natasha Archer

I am inclined to think that as Natasha has resigned, it likely means that there has been a falling out and that she was being relieved of her duties. This might well be because the rift between the Waleses is that severe. Further, the fact that Natasha would do something as self-destructive as go public with her following list exposed, seems to me to be a way of Natasha to reveal to the world that her boss, Catherine is a bully and serious stalker of Meghan’s. There is no such thing as happenstance and I think that this amateurish embarrassment is totally deliberate on Ms. Archer’s part. Either way, it has served to validate what I have stridently stated, based on the overleaves and numerology involved, all along about who Catherine is, which is why I chose to devote at least one blog to the cannibalisation of Meghan by Catherine. This whole think has left Catherine exposed as a vile deranged, petty, single White female of the most venal kind. At the end of all this, I think that likely Olivia Buckingham, Vogue Hong Kong editorial contributor and stylist for Princess Beatrice will step into the void created by Ms. Archer’s departure… if, indeed, she has not yet already done so.

Recently, Catherine went around to a cancer recovery centre and talked her usual hand jive, jive sucker bullshit, making noise and saying sweet fuck all. Let’s face it, Catherine has no more had or has cancer than she is a paragon of sophisticated elocution – stomach surgery is not uncommon for anorexics. There she was in a camel pinstriped Ralph Lauren, which two years prior, Meghan was seen wearing the exact blouse. All the while, she has Lady Fuckamere’s trolls at Fleet Street abattoir, Daily Mail, dissing and doing her catty, racist bidding.

Catherine 2023 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2018 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2020 & Meghan 2018

Catherine 2022 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2021 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2022 & Meghan 2018

Catherine 2022 & Meghan 2020 Catherine 2023 & Meghan 2018 Catherine 2023 & Meghan 2022

If It Looks Like Stalking…

How insecure, to say nothing of unfocussed and bored, do you have to be that you engage staff to stalk, cannibalise and vilify someone who is not English, who is not White. Good God Catherine, you became the most powerful women in the House of Windsor on July 22, 2013: Future Princess of Wales, Future King Mother, Queen! You won the damn lottery. You staked your ownership on it all, on the 4th Baron Rothschild’s 75th birthday when in that closeup through the veil you smiled at the foot of Westminster Abbey’s aisle and the world fell in love. All this petty drama is so beneath you! Rise above it; there is no way that you cannot own your part in the macabre spectacle. Alas, you are human after all.

The Notorious JTB Sounds Off

I positively love this man. He is, by far, one of the most eloquent and insightful commentators on all things Royal as it chiefly focusses on the Sussexes and the House of Windsor. He is truly a cut above most Sussex Squad commentators.

Catherine & George Arrive at Wimbledon, 2022

July, 2022, two months before Queen Elizabeth II’s death and Catherine turns up to Wimbledon to be lauded by the masses. She wears the same shoes that mimic Meghan’s Chanel flats months earlier at the Invictus Games. More than all that, look at what happens, Catherine arrives separate from William, which suggests that they were at that point, already living apart. That would certainly explain why she never showed up to Balmoral at the Queen’s passing because, she may have been staying elsewhere and therefore could not have travelled to Balmoral separately before or after William. Naturally, Meghan was made to stay behind because of protocol considerations, which proved ultimately false, was to throw everyone’s scent off of William and Catherine living apart and thus unable to have travelled to Balmoral together. Was Catherine is Bucklebury at The Queen’s passing? Was Catherine even in Mustique with the kids and therefore could not have returned in time to head up to Balmoral with William. Either way, William and Catherine’s arrival at Wimbledon separately – Catherine was actually sat next to stylist ‘Tash’ who could easily have sat in the second Range Roger with William next to Catherine and George, highlights their separate live. Obviously, Catherine and George were likely in Bucklebury at the Middleton penitentiary.

Catherine HRH The Duchess of Cambridge at Wimbledon July, 2022

A month after having attended the Grenfell Tower memorial with Prince William, Catherine sported the same shoes as then to Wimbledon finals. This she did as a racially predatory taunt of Meghan who at that point, she had successfully driven out of the Kingdom.

Meghan Invictus Games April 2022, The Hague

She wore the matching shoes as Meghan had earlier worn at the Invictus Games at the Hague in April, 2022. Catherine first wore the same designer shoes, though with heels, in June, 2022 to the Grenfell Ceremony then to Wimbledon finals in July, 2022.

Meghan, Vancouver February, 2024

Clearly, having had quite enough of that racially predatory psychopathic lush Ekaterina, Meghan turned up in long gloves, knee-high boots, and a poncho… a wardrobe combination that her stalker could never mimic… and it worked, too. Obviously, Meghan was quite aware that she was being abused by Catherine though in Montecito, even as she clearly had whilst in London, which is why they would have been permitted to relocate to Frogmore Cottage at Windsor Castle, though the apartments next door to William and Catherine at Kensington Palace had been renovated for the Sussexes’ use after having lived at Kensington Palace’s Nottingham Cottage.

Prince George of Wales, famille Galles & Catherine at Wimbledon 2025

As a sportive warrior soul, Catherine thoroughly enjoys her patronage of the All England Lawn and Tennis Club aka Wimbledon. This, I believe, is her favourite event of the year. She gets adored, especially so since having faked cancer and aced the sympathy card from the somnambulant of her tribe. She also, as is obvious above, gets to knock back a drink or more. Most of all, Catherine appears and like a silent era film ingenue, she gets to say nada, which is crucial as she is so woefully inarticulate and void either eloquence or charisma. George’s neuroses should by now have been transcended; he is about to turn 12 years old and is way too kooky; it’s made all the more glaringly obvious when anywhere near Princess Charlotte’s orbit.

Catherine presenting the Wimbledon men’s final trophy to Jannik Sinner

Back in 2024 when the palace struggled with how to unravel Catherine’s disappearance, the moment that there was mention of abdominal surgery, I immediately thought that she was clearly anorexic. Of course, conveniently it was savvy to have claimed pre-cancerous sells being treated as this would garner the desperately needed sympathy after she and King Charles III were both exposed in Omid Scobie’s Endgame as the two royal racists, which had been first exposed in Meghan’s elegantly poised interview with Oprah in March 2021. As per her disappearances and re-emergences since ‘treatment,’ it has clearly fooled the mere mortals. Having been in the world of classical dance, Catherine exhibits all the signs of an anorexic. Her 9 energy body lends itself to the rigid, focussed perfectionism and the steely will to compete and win at all costs. As Catherine is phenomenally lazy, playing the cancer card handsomely serves her agendum; it gets her out of performing royal duties and she can pick and choose the ones that she cares about and to hell with the rest. Besides, her Fleet Street henchmen will always slavishly protect her by lynching Meghan ad infinitum.

TRH The Prince & Princess of Wales at the French State Banquet 2025 at Windsor Castle

After having missed the last two state banquets, Catherine had devilishly played the lot of us. After all, separated/divorced royals are not permitted to wear tiaras. There was Catherine grinning her best Cheshire fuck you grin whilst owning the room in that gorgeous red dress by her favourite, Sarah Burton for Givenchy. No it had nothing to do with cannibalising Meghan whose wedding dress was a Givenchy – different designer; I believe Catherine chose Sarah who designed her wedding dress and made her a vision of dynastic elegance on the day. I for one was thrilled to see Catherine at the state banquet tiara adorned. Above all else, tiara-crowned Catherine meant that three young humans: George, Charlotte and Louis would not have their emotional and mental health broadsided for life by their parents divorcing. I have yet to have witnessed children of divorce not being adversely impacted by the event and for the rest of their lives too.

Princess Charlotte holding court at Wimbledon 2025

Though I don’t know her Michael Overleaves – nor Louis’s for that matter, if I had to guess, I’d say that Charlotte, like her mum, is a warrior soul. I may be wrong; it could be that she has strong warrior overleaves, casting or a warrior task companion. What I do know, though, is her numerology: 2.5.2015 Year of the Goat 2.7.6 = 6. All two energy body persons are charming, self-aware, creative and have a strong sense of theatre; Charlotte was born being ‘on.’ She keenly understands her role in the drama and commendably acts the part. Poised and like her paternal great-grandmother HLMTQ, she has a mindset of 7; strong, intuitive and a boss. Charlotte is the moment; all others are merely orbital. Like her uncle, Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex, she does have two 6s in her makeup; she like he will definitely make an interesting ‘spare’ as the institution is so intent on role assignations.

Charlotte Holds Court

Recently, a friend took me to task, demanding to know how I could feature Catherine on my Instagram when I hated her. What? I hate no one. In dreams there are no lies and who these people are is deftly mirrored in dreams. Catherine is always cool, adroit and never interacts first; neither do I, for that matter. Of all the royals of the House of Windsor, I have more dream encounters with William than any other. As he has a goal of acceptance in this life and is a scholar soul and Merlin was a scholar soul and also had a goal of acceptance, it is not surprising that I would dream of him more than others. Also, there is the matter of past-life connections, which have been positive in nature. Regardless, he has ridiculously strong overleaves in this lifetime and they are being currently expressed in the negative pole. William a 6th mature scholar, Catherine his task companion is, like Prince Harry, a fifth mature warrior. The King is also a warrior but older-souled than them all; like me, he is a seventh level mature soul. Though, I am not a warrior but an artisan soul, I am on my third life at seven level mature, in the third cadence and the third greater cadence of my entity. Three equals warrior energy so I am not your typical fluid artisan-type. I will say this that dream encounters with King Charles tend to prove chaotic. He appears centred, zen and rather buddha-like; however, it can fast turn adversarial. Older souls – fifth level mature and older – perform magic in dreams: walking through walls, rendering self invisible, or shapeshifting. I am more adept at being lucidly awakened and keenly focussed than most persons when encountered in dreams.

Daily Mail implies that Meghan cryptically wished Camilla happy birthday

Never mind that in December, 2022 Camilla’s friend, Jeremy Clarkson penned an odious editorial in The Sun, a Rupert Murdoch newspaper. Clarkson expressed his sadistic fantasy of Meghan made to walk naked throughout the kingdom and pelted with human faeces. Days later, Queen Elizabeth II not yet dead three months, Camilla hosted Clarkson and other glitterati at Mayfair’s Murano. Yet somehow, Meghan in her need to play kiss-ass house slave cryptically wished Camilla a happy birthday when in an Instastory Meghan wrote, “Sending birthday love – both near and far to my ladies.”

Camilla ridicules Inuit throat singers

How possibly could Meghan have been sending a cryptic message? Meghan’s note was unmistakable; it was addressed to ladies! In a desperate need to earn clicks, Meghan’s Instagram is preyed on then regurgitated in a bid for Daily Mail to have their racist chav readership go into a feeding frenzy. How pray tell would Meghan even countenance that woman after having been lynched in the gutter press by Clarkson then to have had said adulterer, who ruined Meghan’s mother-in-law’s marriage, fete him at Murano. Meghan has long moved on and is little-focussed on small-minded, racist, small-island dwellers.

Samara Joy Massey Hall Encore

This is the encore performance of Samara Joy’s at Toronto’s historic Massey Hall where the seminal live Jazz recording occurred 53 years earlier with Charlie Parker, Dizzy Gillespie and others. This was the most electrifying show and what truly amazes, is how much more august a performer Samara has become in the short space of a year. This was in May 2025 and in late June 2025, I drove down the 401 Highway to Montréal to get in a few performances of this year’s Toronto Dominion Bank Festival International de Jazz de Montréal. Again, I saw a Samara Joy performance, which was far superior to the Toronto performance. Ms. Joy shared that she got her big break in Montréal at said festival and it was there that she had played to more than 100 persons for the first time and with the few thousand spectators outdoors, she realised that Jazz could become a viable career. Truly blessed are we to have her focussed in the Jazz idiom. She is a remarkable performer.

Samara Joy Portrait Verve

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Superfine: Tailoring Black Style

The Met The Black Dandy 2025

Talley, André Leon 16/10/1949<O>18/1/2022

Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan – third life thereat.  André was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance.  An idealist, André was in the emotional part of intellectual centre. 

André’s primary chief feature was greed fixated on satisfaction and the secondary, arrogance. 

André’s body type was Jupiter/Venus. 

The fragment André is fifth-cast in the first cadence.  André is a member of greater cadence three.  André’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 414. 

André’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a sage who is known to him. 

André’s three primary needs were: expression, expansion and communion. 

There are 14 past-life associations with Merlin and 10 with Merlin. ­

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Fin de siècle Black dandy who was larger than life. Someone who opened doors in the worlds of fashion, design and style for Black men and Black Americans like no other. He, of course, knew and worked with Anna Wintour for decades. Through milliner Frederick Jones, who himself was a Dandy and a half, I met André whilst briefly living in New York City. Frederick was a Leo like myself, but chiefly he was a friend and lover of Merlin’s.

Anna Wintour Eminence Grise Vogue

Anna has always been on the vanguard of what matters on the cutting edge of style. Her vision is unsurpassed. Naturally, Anna wears Louis Vuitton as she did approach Pharrell Williams two years ago after his ground breaking SS 24 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s Collection show, with the idea of the Black dandy for this years Met Gala. Goodness, and how beautifully they succeeded in bringing it all together.

Dr. Monica L. Miller

Elegantly enrobed in Wales Bonner, the American author’s works were the inspiration of this year’s Met Gala exhibition and show. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style a show which highlights the extraordinary style and sophistication of the Black American aesthetic by the Black dandy from the late 18th century, to the giants of the Jazz age in early to mid-20th century, to the dandy style icons of today. Dr. Miller curated a masterful show. Mille félicitations!

Black Dandyism and the Styling of Black Diasporic Identity

Dr. Miller’s insightful book that charts the history of Black dandyism. Disponible partout.

Superfine: Tailoring Black Style

The Metropolitan Museum exhibition catalog whose show served as the theme for this year’s spectacular Met Gala.

Christian Latchman

Model Christian Latchman – he served as the muse for the cover of the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style catalog, presented in a bespoke Helena Simon. Looking every bit the enthralling dandy, he wore a beautiful large pale flower at the lapel and a faux cape beneath his cream-coloured suit.

Met Gala Grand Stairway

Having walked the Indian bespoke blue carpet, up the grand stairway beneath a shower of crystalline stars, the parade of glitterati proved an ode to Black dandy style and sophistication. And what magical style, tailoring and creative vision were on display. Let the parade of dandy fabulousness commence!

Colman & Raul Domingo

Actor, Dandy, Colman Domingo, co-chair, along with Pharrell Williams, A$AP Rocky and Lewis Hamilton, was the epitome of style, elegance and dandy panache in royal blue bejewelled Valentino cape. Perfection! Nothing says dandy like jewellery and Colman’s Boucheron iceberg necklace was truly sublime. More than all that, he’s got the best complement that any dandy could ask for, a delightful husband in the way of Raul Domingo!

Colman Domingo

Colman Domingo in publicity shot from Autumn 2024 when the theme and chairs were announced for Met Gala 2025 Superfine: Tailoring Black Style with theme being Black American dandyism. The exquisite photograph was taken by Tyler Mitchell. I love the timelessness of the theme here; Colman looks like a time-travelling dandy from centuries past.

It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over – Lenny Kravitz

Lenny Kravitz, the quintessence of Black dandy – super cool and spiritually refined. Do it to me

Jodie Turner-Smith

Chameleon, superb actor, here is the always electrifying Jodie Turner-Smith rocking maroon Burberry leather with the hat, which like the cane is part the dandy’s signature style. Jodie projects the right amount of androgyny and quirky allure making her one of the most commanding Black dandies on the evening at the Met Gala 2025. Stunning! Love the fact that her richly beautiful complexion glows with the maroons and reds of her outfit and makeup.

Lenny Kravitz Open Door Architectural Digest

If this video does not capture the essence of the luxe style and sophistication of the Black dandy, I don’t know what does. Paris. A home that’s an ode to his beautiful mum, Roxy Roker. Lenny is the quintessential Black dandy: Bahamian, Black, American, Jewish…Genius.

Kravitz, Lenny 26.5.1964 Manhattan

Michael: This fragment is a sixth-level mature artisan – second life thereat – some karma to repay. Lenny is in the observation mode with goal of acceptance. A spiritualist, Lenny is in the emotional part of moving centre.

Lenny’s body type is Saturn/Mercury.

Lenny’s primary chief feature is subdued arrogance and the second chief feature is stubbornness.

Lenny is fifth cast in the seventh cadence. Lenny is a member of greater cadence seven. Lenny is a member of entity two, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – Lenny is a cadre mate.

Lenny’s essence twin is an artisan known to him, and the task companion is a discarnate sage.

Lenny’s three primary needs are: expression, freedom and power.

There are 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 10 with Merlin.

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Diana! Diva. Legend and every Black dandy’s mama! The 18-foot cape, white, fur-trimmed hat, total theatre by African designer, Ugo Mozie of ElevenSixteen. A cape which bears the embroidered names of her children and grandchildren. Even at her ninth decade, Diana’s megastar power weaved its magic. She was, of course, accompanied by her son, Evan, in true dandy form.

Evan Ross

Evan Ross, Diana Ross’s lastborn, was dandy cool whose arm band was an ode to the ultimate Black dandy genius, Michael Jackson. Evan, too, wore Uzo Mozie. More than all that, Evan’s cool was capped off by the diamond and Columbian emerald necklace by Alok Lodha. Stunning!

Lewis Hamilton

Hamilton, along with Colman Domingo and Pharrell Williams is a co-chair of this year’s ode to Black male style, the Black dandy at the Met Gala, 2025. Lewis wore bespoke Wales Bonner with baobab flower in pink diamonds at the lapel and floral hat pin by Briony Raymond. The look was decidedly racy…. white on white on white. Spectacular.

Imaan Hammam

Our Dutch model well understood the assignment and came to court fully focussed on paying homage to the spirit of dandyism. And gosh does it work! The cinched waist, the cane, the fascinator, the partially flared-legged high-waisted trousers. The loose polka dot tie and, most of all, that devastating self-confident gaze -swagger becoming of a true dandy. Imaan is styled by Magda Butrym.

Remember the Time – Michael Jackson

Without doubt, one of the greatest most phenomenal creative geniuses and Black dandies, Michael Jackson. This video which premiered during Black history month, 1992, remains one of my favourites.

Michael Jackson 63rd Academy Awards, 1991. Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown

The jewellery, the sheer theatricality and magic that was Michael’s creative genius. Gone all to soon. He is one of countless dandies in the pantheon of Black musical greats who’ve given so much joy and inspiration to the world; I think that this exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art serves to pay homage to these great masters of Black culture and, of course, style. Of course, key among Michael Jackson’s idols were Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown; all three the most dashing dandies going.

Happy Pharrell Williams

If this is not the early 21st century anthem of the Black dandy, I don’t know what is. It is cool, sophistication, eloquence and elegance – all the unrivalled panache that is the Black American aesthetic.

Pharrell Williams & Helen Lasichanh

Third Met Gala 2025 co-chair, the most dynamic Black American renaissance man and dandy of the rarest order, Mr. Pharrell Williams. Black. Proud. Visionary. Game changer. Pharrell Spring-Summer 2024 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s show, spanning the River Seine, was like nothing before executed. Pharrell wears bespoke Adidas and Helen bespoke Comme des Garçons.

Men’s SS 2024 Louis Vuitton

Note perfect and the purest distillation of the Black dandy ever presented on the catwalk. That show was the most beautiful marriage of music, fashion, theatre and creative genius… the dandy, Pharrell Williams, that’s who!

Met Gala 2025 Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams & crew

This Met Gala was just as dynamic as the Karl Lagerfeld-themed exhibition and, indeed, if ever there was a dandy, Karl Lagerfeld was quintessentially the one.

Whoopi Goldberg

Whoopi wore a bespoke Thom Browne design that deftly captured the whimsy and allure of the dandy. Older sage soul to her core, Whoopi enrobes the role of dandy for breathing life into Browne’s design.

A$AP Rocky

Cane and swagger to spare, of course, A$AP Rocky is going to bring the cool that is Hip-Hop/Rap dandyism. Dripping in diamonds: Briony Raymond diamonds on umbrella and Bvlgari diamond necklace, A$AP Rocky owned Black dandy in a suit and jacket by AWGE. He also happens to be the fourth chair of this year’s Met Gala. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. Outstanding!

Guillaume Diop & The Isley Brothers

Principal dancer with the Paris Opera Ballet, Guillaume decked out in Valentino, ensouls the very elegant essence of the Black dandy. Guillaume and fellow Paris Opera Ballet dancer, Shale Wagman are among my favourite male ballet dancers of the current generation. And Shale is Canadian, too. Guillaume’s finger waves make him look like a time-travelling dandy member of Duke Ellington’s orchestra. The gloves and those frilly sleeves are luxe dandy and then some. Of course, Guillaume’s look is also an ode to the stylings of the Isley Brothers.

Tiffany Raja

Tiffany is a MAC makeup artist, sadly as has been the case each year, there is no co-ordinated effort by Met Gala organisers to collect data of each guest who walks the carpet. Name, designer, shoes, jewellery. That data can then be uploaded to live Met Gala site for all to see: media, public, fashion professionals. That aside, Madam outstandingly pulls off a handsome ode to dandyism. High waist pants with train, cane, top hat, feminised by net, choker jewellery. Elegance personified. This was one of the understated winners of the evening. Thus far, no idea for trawling the web, which designer styled her ensemble.

Brian Tyree Henry

The swagger, the confidence… nothing sexier. His cape by Orange Culture of Nigeria seems a fitting ode to a dandy prince at a royal court in Nigeria. The cuffs, his complexion are sheer perfection. A most stunning dandy.

Love Train Extended Remix – The O’Jays

At the soul of the Black dandy is the pulsating rhythms of music that at its core is rooted in Africa. Dandyism is about getting dressed in the finest threads and getting out there and shaking your gorgeously callipygous arse to the beats.

Janelle Monae

Janelle very effortlessly, fluidly molts, owning the character the costume requires. Here, she is in the process of shedding layers of self, becoming über dandy most ravishing. She, along with Demi Moore, did the greatest justice to the Thom Browne designs. Absolutely stunning dandy!

Stormzy

Stormzy, the musician as princely dandy works nicely for me. His presence is captivating and he rather commandingly owns his Tom Ford threads.

Alton Mason

But of course my darlings, the world’s highest paid male model is going to show the children what dandy is all about. Look at all that fierce swagger. What a body! Dandy Alton’s inordinate pulchritude is enrobed in BOSS.

Coming on strong and giving Alton a run for his dandy credentials, is the divinely beautiful Ugbad Abdi; she invokes androgyny to the max to pull off dandy cool. Love the cool delicious confidence. All that über ravissant dandy chic is cocooned in Michael Kors Collection.

Prince & The Revolution – Purple Rain

Merlin was completely, unabashedly besotted with Prince. Creative genius, androgyny and sexual confidence that was unsurpassed, Prince was the most intoxicating dandy. God only knows when Merlin was feeling especially amorous, it was always candlelight and purple rain on the stereo on repeat.

Prince. Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix

Dandy: eyeliner, pout, cane, swagger, attitude, snarl, sexual appeal to no defined gender, androgyny… yeah, that would be Prince. Prince, of course, is also part of a troika of dandies spanning decades: Prince, Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix. All of them, fluid, outspoken and phenomenal creative geniuses with more sexual mojo than Jupiter has got moons.

Tracee Ellis Ross

The super dynamic Tracee, actor, writer, producer and all-around phenom is wearing a bespoke Marc Jacobs. That snazzy headpiece proves a marvellous ode to über dandy sophistication.

Babyface & Marvin Gaye

Well, of course, Babyface is going to pull up carrying a cane. He is after all the epitome of super cool, fly and sexy dandy in the same league as style icon, Marvin Gaye. Both were/are the smoothest dandies going. Babyface here is stylishly enrobed in the vision of the dandiest of Black American designers, Mr. LaQuan Smith.

Justice Smith

Actor Justice Smith handsomely pulls off Black dandy cool with a pale Valentino suit, casually accessorised by sublime frills at the neck and sleeves. The black polka dot sleeve morphing into scarf is ingenious. The buttons and the finger waves are that extra touch that makes his a winning ode to the Black dandy.

Regé-Jean Page

This vibrant monochromatic caped Brioni look is beautifully styled as Regé-Jean makes for a commanding dandy. Love the passion of the intensely rich, hues of red; I might add that a cane and cigar would have taken his dandy to stratospheric levels of superfly cool.

LaKeith Stanfield

The commanding American actor is elegantly styled by Ferragamo. The black and white combination is nicely capped off by the white fedora and white silk scarf with red pocket square handsomely completing the dandy ensemble.

Satin Doll – Duke Ellington Orchestra
Duke Ellington

There can be no doubt who one of the most influential and dynamic Black dandies of the 20th century was, Duke Ellington. The style, elegance and his magical rapport as he seduced his audiences were legendary… and still endure. There can be no other mid-20th century icon of Black American dandyism than Duke Ellington!

Jordan Roth

Honourable mentions must go out to those who came to court to salute and celebrate the cool sophistication of the Black American dandy. Nobody does dandyism like Jordan Roth. Decked immaculately in LaQuan Smith, Jordan understood the assignment and André Leon Talley looking down, fanned himself and likely declared, “The child is fierce. The child is giving cool, sophisticated Black American dandyism par excellence!” Work it, Jordan!

Coco Jones

Here is our darling, Coco Jones giving us fierce Queen at the court of Black American dandyism. Coco was beaded and perfectly stitched by Indian genius, Manish Malhotra. Coco’s ensemble is truly a museum worthy work of art!

Maharaja of Patiala, Yadavindra Singh

Now this is next-level dandyism, at least within the context of the dandy for the Met Gala, 2025.

Diljit Dosanjh

Let’s talk about the Dravidian dandy, paying homage to Black American dandyism. Here we have actor/singer, Diljit Dosanjh dripping in jewellery as the ultimate dandy, the Maharaja! Prabal Gurung’s research and execution are unsurpassed. This is pure white peacock fanning his features with the greatest elegance. Diljit got the assignment right and knocked it out of the park! I am sure André Leon Tally was euphoric as Diljit alighted on the blue carpet.

Isha Ambani

The ever impeccable Isha Ambani is dressed by master tailor and creative genius, Anamika Khanna. As with Diljit Dosanjh’s Prabal Gurung, Isha’s progression up the blue carpet was impressive and memorable.

Jasmine Tookes

Jasmine is masterfully dressed in a bespoke dandy outfit by designer Ruth E. Carter. This ensemble works handsomely. Look at it all: canes, gloves, fedora, necktie, décolletage and those heels. Ruth definitely got the memo.

Set Design for Met Gala 2025

This tremendous set must have smelt truly beautiful. This year’s Met Gala’s theme was exquisitely executed and vibrantly came to life with the parade of souls whose presence and outfits were a loving ode to Black dandyism.

Moon Dreams – Miles Davis
Miles Davis

This creative genius and innovator of Black high culture, Jazz has always been a towering icon of Black dandyism. The supreme cool that Miles ever exuded was the higher octave of the Black dandy. A truly remarkable human!

Jon Batiste

This stratospherically creative genius owns Black dandy cool like it’s nobody’s business, which is why he deserves to be in the same league stylistically and creatively as Miles Davis. The Jon Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford suit was appropriately complemented by saxophone, just one of the many instruments he has commandingly mastered.

Sir Duke – Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder’s music will ever remain the pulse of Black American dandyism. A truly marvellous creative genius.

Stevie at Met Gala dressed in a black Sergio Hudson ensemble deftly brought the love and light to the celebration of the Black dandyism. The beading throughout is understated… sublime.

Snoop Dogg

Though he did not walk the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet, Snoop Dogg has always been the cool, cutting edge of the Urban Black dandy. From the cane, to the rings to fedoras the extravagant outfits, he effortlessly weaves in and out of the worlds of player pimp and dandy. Dandy swagger is always where it’s at with Snoop Dogg.

Teyana Taylor

Teyana’s spectacular ensemble is another Ruth E. Carter design. This fluid dandy hipster has seriously got it going on. The hat, cane, platforms from the 1970s, evocative of the Blaxploitation era films, starring badassed Queens like Pam Grier. The darkly brooding burgundy palette handsomely set the mood.

André 3000

Guess who’s got new music that’s about to drop? This dandy does not do subtle that’s for sure! The baby grand piano aside, André 3000 is beautifully dressed by Burberry. That’s one way to bring the music, which Jon Batiste also did… though not figuratively.

Andra Day

Andra’s a vision in electric fuchsia designed by master taskmaster, Jêróme Lamaar. The décolletage is handsomely complemented by the chandelier necklace. The opera glasses, the tiny clutch and that pinky ring atop the gloves – it is all winning high-end Dandy chic. From her big hair to her elegant matching fuchsia platforms, Andra is one hell of an engaging dandy.

Usher

Still coasting from his successful performance at the NFL Super Bowl LVIII halftime show, Usher came through in white silk scarf, cane, purple socks and a smashing Ralph Lauren suit. Smooth dandy through and through!

Megan Thee Stallion

Undisputed Queen of Hip-Hop, Megan Thee Stallion was all bombshell fabulousness. Just look at how Michael Kors Collection went all out for this bespoke costume. Look at that faux fur fabulousness. The red hair nicely complements her look. Amazing!

Pusha T

Nothing says understated dandy elegance than Pusha T’s burgundy Louis Vuitton suit with a healthy dash of crystal embellishments on both shoulders chest and upper back. Suave, elegant as ever, Pusha T’s ode to Black dandyism in America was sartorial perfection.

Jaden Smith

This adorable dandy, is indeed a musician and he also owns dandy eccentric outright; hell I would wager that he’s got his generation’s trade mark on Black dandy securely in the bag. Dandy Mr. Smith is caped and robed in Ozwald Boateng. Really fine!

FKA Twigs

FKA’s Wales Bonner ensemble is flapper groovy vibes, even the sling back heels are decidedly flapper chic. Who does not love feathers partout?

Burna Boy

Also, coming on strong in Ozwald Boateng is princely African dandy, Burna Boy. Look at those shoes! The leather coat, yellow against burgundy, so vibrantly and distinctly African, proves a marvellous ode to dandyism whether in the diaspora or on the continent.

Future

Also, presenting a masterful ode to Black dandyism is rapper, creative genius, Future. Like the creative innovator that he is, ever changing and pushing his art forward, Future is attired in Louis Vuitton, now sporting cropped blond do, gone are the dreadlocks. Love the fabric’s thick look and pattern design.

Ayra Starr

Nigerian singer, Ayra is not short on sex appeal. Her dandy allure is assured by long green-nailed grip on that cane. Her Ozwald Boateng design is beautifully slit well above the knees with an equally plunging and alluring décolletage. She is positively magical.

Kaytranada

Rings galore, ruffles, sunglasses and attitude to knock over the CN Tower, Kaytranada came through, showing how Canadian dandies rock. Pushing the music forward, of course, there is going to be tons of dandyism to spare, especially so when dressed to the nines in McQueen. Go ahead!

Dev Hynes

Talk to me about the rock steady soulfully sublime dandy that is Dev casually, elegantly decked in Valentino. Of course, shades are a must. He is devastatingly handsome, self-assured and bringing the soul to dandyism in one leap across the pond.

Mary J. Blige

Queen. Soul Sista numero un! This queen’s ode to dandyism is rocking with the big hoop diamond earrings, the coat and a fabulous pantsuit that leaves more real estate for jewellery. It is all handsomely created by the lush creativity of Stella McCartney. Solid!

Leon Bridges

Singer/Songwriter, record producer Leon Bridges rocking Nicolas Daley, that’s who came through rocking Black American dandy cool. Work it! And the gloves and shoes matching the pinstripes… truly next-level.

S. Coups

Coming through, is everyone’s favourite K-pop dandy. S. Coups is styled in a voluminous grey BOSS ensemble and it works handsomely.

Lizzo

Go ahead! Lizzo owning her power with a waist-cinching black and white masterpiece with fishtail. This wonderful bit of couture architecture was the realised vision of Christian Siriano. In the style decadent world of the dandy, Lizzo is owning her place with the cigarette holder and that blonde bombshell crown. Brava!

Questlove

The ever scholarly Questlove is beautifully attired in a bold pinstriped suit by Gabriela Hearst. Love the fabric and the artist’s understated elegant take on dandyism. Beautiful.

Shaboozey

Not surprisingly, the unconventional creative artist is focussed in a genre not readily associated with contemporary Black dandies. I, though, love everything about this bespoke Robert Wun outfit: the tails, the hat, the beading with matching grills. Iconic. Go ahead, Shaboozey, what others think is none of your business!

Tyla

Gorgeous Tyla, those drop finger curls though, pulls off a very regal ode to dandyism in her ample-trained bespoke Jacquemus. Marvellous! Do it to me…

Sly Stone

Yes… Sly Stone knew a whole lot about dandyism. Here then are other musicians who came to court at the Met Gala in tribute to Black American dandyism. Sweet and blissful dreams to the recently departed, beloved creative genius, Sly Stone.

Nicki Minaj

Nicki came through a blooming Queen decked out in Thom Browne and looking like the Boss that she is. The fishtail and the butterfly fascinator is the cherry on top.

Bad Bunny

The hip young Puerto Rican dandy came through dripping swagger and Latin heat. His Prada was a lovely ode to the Black American dandy. The oversized bag and the quirky hat, we love the vibe that this dandy magically weaves.

J Balvin

Chez Chez la Femme, what other tune effortlessly surfaces on seeing this boldly striking ode to dandyism. Turn up the Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band to the max. Just look at that matching pink fedora! Vintage Marc Jacobs won the super cool, Latin-dandy-at-court vibe, to be sure!

Nick Jonas & Priyanka Chopra

Nick Jonas came through in Bianca Saunders whilst his megawatt Queen, Priyanka Chopra was elegantly styled in a white with black polka dot suit by Balmain. That black hat was next-level cool.

Chance the Rapper

Chance owned the joint in his Versace ensemble. He looked fantastic.

Doechii

Who doesn’t love an afro? Doechii’s dandy has got all tees crossed and what a smoking Louis Vuitton ensemble she’s got. I love the tails of the morning suit look.

Maluma

Willy Chavarria understood the assignment and delivered a handsome, winning ode to dandyism. The fabric, the melding colours, the jewellery, flower and pink accessorisation were complementary and worked beautifully. And, of course, the dandy wears a hat and in place of cane or cigar a delicate pink flower will do nicely!

Cardi B

Nothing is sexier than watching Cardi B sop up gravy off her plate with her tarantula leg long nails – stab vegetable, swirl about the plane, sop up gravy and then stuff into the elegantly foulest mouth in Hip Hop. What the fuck is not to love! Her green velvet Burberry open robed design with frills and ruffles and dangerously sexy décolletage is all from the masterful Daniel Lee. This colour works beautifully on Cardi B’s complexion and that embossed velvet is truly masterful craftsmanship.

Central Cee

London town came to represent! Rapper Central Cee was cool, crisp and luxe dapper. Love the cool cornrows; a beautiful twist on dandyism, indeed. This dandy’s cool was charmingly pulled off in Jacquemus – it works!

Charli XCX

One of the few Ann Demeulemeester creations spotted on the blue carpet. Charli’s was pure sexy cool dandy, through and through.

Omar Apollo

Grammy-nominated Omar, the Queer Latin crooner, gave suave sophistication to his interpretation of dandyism. Omar was one of several persons who chose, and elegantly so, Wales Bonner. He effortlessly pulled off the look.

Lauryn Hill

Now this is tropical post-colonial dandyism writ large. Positively love the vibrant West Indian yellow of this Cheney Chan masterpiece. The afro, attendant with matching yellow parapluie and of course what colourful West Indian would not have a blue Birkin? The cape, shades and the handheld golden ornament is giving African dandyism vibes, too.

Tom Francis

Mr. Francis is stylishly decked out in a relaxed suit by Todd Snyder.

Halle Bailey

Halle is wearing a Coach ensemble. How hard is it to do some research and put in the effort to the gala’s theme? Rule number one if a woman has legs that resemble thighs rather than not then a pantsuit or maxi is de rigueur. No side slit; pants or maxi, anything else diminishes the silhouette and makes it horizontal rather than vertical – especially so when not especially tall. This is not a winning look for a gala.

Actors

Billy Dee Williams

Thanks to Motown’s Berry Gordy’s visionary genius, the latter half of the 20th century was presented with the Black American dandy of both stage and film, in the way of Billy Dee Williams. His successful turns with Diana Ross, Queen of Motown, led to George Lucas casting him as lead, Lando Calrissian in the Star Wars franchise. I especially loved his turns in the Scott Joplin biopic. Incidentally, the soul who was incarnate as Scott Joplin was recently incarnate as the diminutive dandy, Prince. Billy Dee set the tone of the Black American dandy as actor!

Zendaya

From her two outfit entrance at last year’s Met Gala; however, this year Zendaya kept it cool, crisp and easy with a definitive ode to Black American dandyism. That hat is smoking and her monochromatic white ensemble by Louis Vuitton is the epitome of superfine sophistication.

Caleb McLaughlin

Next generation Black dandy actor, Caleb fiercely came through in Dior. Positively loved the cane, though, a grey pair of gloves would have been less at odds with the ensemble. Love the hat!

Angela Bassett

Work it my darling. Isn’t she the most phenomenal human? Love that dark-embossed velvet pantsuit and no possible chance of décolletage spillage here. Coming on strong in the dandy sweepstakes, let’s all say it with love, “Wakanda Forever!”

Damson Idris

Actor Damson Idris went for the cool, casual all-American look for this Black American dandy by dressing in burgundy Tommy Hilfiger. Waistcoat, shoes and gloves worked handsomely; can’t beat the smashing swagger of a well-dressed dandy! Can’t wait to see his turn in F1!

Hunter Schaffer

Hunter pulled up rocking bespoke Prada with that contrasting white beret adding cool dandy vibes to her commanding presence. Lovely!

Tramell Tillman

Thom Browne dressed actor, Tramell with a definite ode to the sophistication of the Harlem Renaissance. It works beautifully and the shoes and velvet cape-like tails add a sexy dash of super cool to the actor’s swagger!

Halle Berry

LaQuan Smith perfectly understood the assignment and knew how he had to present a true Queen. They both knocked it clear of the park. From her pillbox hat with netting to that décolletage being eclipsed by the drop dead gorgeous necklace, Playful Halle came to slay and that she did.

Ncuti Gatwa

The very flamboyant Scottish actor brings loads to the modern day Black dandy; however, audiences across the pond were not in the inclusive mood. Before you could settle in, out he went from Doctor Who, a show I’ve never watched. In any event, here his stance and the debonair way he holds his gloves, not only nicely set off his black and purple checkered Ozwald Boateng suit, it just gives away the plot – this without doubt, is a sage soul! He was definitely is one fiercely delicious dandy!

Kiara Advani

Best blooming pregnant mum on the blue carpet, this year or any for that matter. This Indian goddess styled by Gaurav Gupta and that two-toned train is decidedly regal. What a wonderful way to pay homage at the court of the Black American dandy. Radiant mum-to-be.

Keith Power

Keith is so sexually magnetic; he is the kind of pretty young man that gifted New York milliner, Frederic Jones would pass a dinner party openly lusting with the most foul talk about his desire to corrupt and devour, completely oblivious of anyone being present, most especially his very jealous and possessive Puerto Rican lover. Here the actor is styled by BOSS and those flare-legged, high-waist trousers are the epitome of dandy cool. And don’t you just want to tug on that big fat tie!

Tessa Thompson

Another masterpiece by creative genius, Prabal Gurung. Tessa – whose performance in Passing, is simply breathtaking, in this cream and black ensemble. The hat and platform shoes pulled it all together in a stunning display of dandy fabulousness.

Jeremy Pope

Jeremy’s jacket is a sheer work of art by fashion’s truly unsurpassed creative genius, John Galliano for Maison Margiela. To style the jacket such that it looks like the bodice of a mannequin is truly ingenious. Jeremy’s finger waves add softness to the otherwise super buff sexiness of the bulging muscles… when did this transformation occur? Jeremy is the epitome of sexy cool dandy as is his look at this year’s Met Gala.

Nicole Kidman

Sporting a new hairdo, the ravishing chameleon sported a marvellously constructed Balenciaga couture black gown that was one of the most subtle and masterful designs to have walked the blue carpet. As ever, Kidman looked cool and sophisticated.

Tyson Beckford

Model turned actor, Tyson came through in suavely elegant sartorial splendour in a black and white suit from Ralph Lauren Purple label. This is how you handsomely pull off understated dandy!

Yara Shahidi

Little represented Fear of God was the design house chosen by commendable actor, Yara Shahidi. Tailoring, lines, cut and Yara’s allure made this outfit, including the heavy coat, one of the most notable monochromatic ensembles at the dandyism gala.

Henry Golding

Sexiest motherfucker on the planet, Henry Golding that’s who! This man should be front of the line, indeed, there should be no one else considered for the next James Bond. This alas is a world run by racialised goons who are all too often much threatened by anyone who does not look like they do. Every role this actor ensouls evokes images of the cool sophisticated dandyism with a gun that is James Bond. The Singapore native is styled in a golden Ozwald Boateng; of course, he is the coolest dandy in any room. Just imagine him saying, “James. James Bond…”

Malick Bodian

Oh my, let’s talk about continental dandies paying homage to the Diaspora dandy. Just look at Malick rock this Chanel ensemble that the cool professional model and keenly aware of optics photographer that he is. The pillbox hat, along with those long slim trousers that flare at the bottom make him a most handsome continental African dandy.

Taraji P. Henson

Monse X took their deconstructed look to extremes here. Again, among my major style pet peeves – legs you show, thigh-like legs, one never does. A beautiful jacket with lots going on is marred by Taraji’s legs being left exposed. The cane and matching bowler were marvellous; all it would have taken a pair of flared-leg pants in matching colour to have made this ensemble a winning competitor. Your job as designer is to make your client look their very best!

Patrick Schwarzenegger

Arnie’s boy has made dirty old men out of many. This dandy deftly epitomises fluidity and ambisexuality – eye candy, to be sure. Love the square-boxed shoes, the flared-legged Balmain. Just look at that wholesome melange of Schwarzenegger and Kennedy DNA. A friend recently remarked, “You just want to lick his neck.” The man purse is très dandy chic. His turn on White Locust was smashing. Do not be deceived, however; this man has 9.9.4 = 4 numerology. There is nothing inviting or remotely liberal beyond his exterior.

Jon Kortajarena

Wow, this dandy exudes both lady-killer vibes and confidence in spades. To be sure, this is one of the best displays of dandyism to have walked the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet. He is immaculately styled by Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford.

Omar Sy

French actor, Omar, could look no finer for being styled by Ozwald Boateng and just look at those two-toned green and black shoes. Parfait! The master tailoring of his suit is matched by the warm yellow shirt, which with his rich complexion do not require a tie.

Barry Keoghan

Would you believe that Barry’s wearing Valentino, me neither? What’s not to love, he readily drops britches… so there’s that. The frilled sash, buttons and embroidery are all true hallmarks of any dandy worth their assignation. Cool, confident understated and sexy.

Jon Michael Hill

Jon is styled by Oscar-winning costume designer, Paul Tazewell. Attention to detail and perfect colour co-ordination were all here on display. The actor’s pinstriped suit in a pale palette allowed him not to appear less tall and the shoes and tie matching the pocket square all handsomely rounded out the look of the modern day dandy.

Louis Partridge

Fedora to the two-toned shoes, young Louis dazzled as dandy most rare. Louis stylishly paid homage to Black American dandyism exquisitely turned out by Prada. I am not remotely familiar with his work, but he does seem magnetic… at least on the blue carpet.

Shah Rukh Khan

Here, the dynamic film actor and producer holds court in a tasteful design by Sabyasachi as the subcontinental dandy pays homage at a celebration of Black dandyism. The rings, cane and necklaces are all dandy luxe in various tones and textures of black. Fantastic.

Nnamdi Asomugha

Athlete turned actor, director, producer and Kerry Washington’s husband wore a stylish LaTouché suit. The ensemble works beautifully and he is even more charming a dandy when coupled with his gorgeous better half, Kerry. Love the shoes and attitude.

Jeremy Allen White

Jeremy was another actor who walked the blue carpet styled by Louis Vuitton as interpreted by the truly phenomenal Pharrell Williams at Louis Vuitton Men. He is as casual as his suit is understated; I am not the least bit familiar with his work as I rarely look at episodic television.

Walton Goggins

The colour schemata being a dead giveaway, Walton was definitely styled by Thom Browne. The deconstructed look was handsome and another actor with whose work I am unfamiliar. The style is elegant rather than garishly loud.

Andrew Scott

Giuliva Heritage put together one of the more stylish and eclectic looks to walk the blue carpet. Mr. Scott’s shoes were killing it, to be sure. Caramel/toffee, red and teal never looked sexier. This was a memorable outfit and dandyesque in the true sense.

Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Prada was definitely in the house as worn by actor, Kelvin as he made a bold bid in the dandy stakes. Looking mighty fine, indeed. The shirt and pocket square added the right dash of dandyism to have qualitied.

Adrien Brody

Fear of God did the task; the silk and monochromatic look worked. I find this man wholly unpalatable… enough said.

Callum Turner

Congrats to Callum & Dua Lipa, the latter whom I adore, on their recent engagement. Our man Callum is outfitted in Louis Vuitton Men and looked every inch the dapper dandy!

Jeff Goldblum

Wales Bonner did the honours here, but ask me if I care. Just send him a bushel of blooming olives. This man is no more a singer of the Jazz idiom as he is an actor. Jazz will never be other than Black high art; especially so, in this the age of DEI blowback. More than ever, if you can afford a Bentley why pray tell time-waste in a frigging Lada?

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Designers

LaQuan Smith

No other designer who walked the blue carpet at the Met Gala’s Dandyism show better epitomised the dandy than LaQuan. Shoes, coat, shades, swagger. Do it to me! And, as you might expect, he is of course wearing LaQuan Smith. The rings and earrings are next-level dandy luxe.

Edvin Thompson

The American designer of the Theophilio brand is dressed in one of his designs. Nothing says dandyism than that giant roaring red hibiscus. The swashbuckling hoop earrings, the oversized black cap, tilted of course, Edvin’s presentation is a commanding ode to Black American dandyism from the ’70s through to today. Oh my darlings, there is so much rich detailing throughout this ensemble… magnificent. More than that, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about Edvin that strongly reminds me of Frederick Jones.

Alessandro Michele

Valentino creative director Alessandro always seems to thoroughly enjoy himself at the Met Gala. Good for him and he elegantly did Valentino justice in the creations he offered up. The white mink stole he carried was all things dandy and we love it!

Ibrahim Kamara

Nothing beats a dandy in Chanel, head to toe. The multi-strand pearls, the golden chain belt, definitely Karl Lagerfeld would have approved. Like Prince, he ought to have been wearing heels and white shoes at that. He is still, one dropdead sexy dandy and current creative director of Off-White after Virgil Abloh’s passing!

Vice-President Kamala Harris & First Husband Doug Emhoff also attended the ode to Black American dandyism. She was elegantly styled by Ibrahim Emhoff for Off-White. Though she doubtless would have made an excellent President, the fact that she said that she supported a two-state solution, is precisely why she was defeated. In the end, America got what it damn well deserves and those who’ve grossly buggered and fixed the American civilisation into the ground will never ever recover from their vulgar, power-mad Icarian fall from grace, being vulgarly, murderously played out these past two years. Funny how it never occurred to Trump to want to annex Canada during his first term.

Prabal Gurung

Prabal has got it going on and his animation of Diljit Dosanjh as Maharaja dandy paying homage at the courtly celebration of the Black American dandy won the prize hands down… right down to the sword! Lovely creations this year, every single design of his. Congrats, Prabal gets an A+ for having gotten the assignment just right, and his muse was the epitome of dandy swagger.

Willy Chavarria

Dressed decadently, Willy convincingly came to court paying just homage to dandyism.

Edward Enninful

I keep anticipating Edward turning up at the Met Gala, escorting the divinely elegant Emma Weymouth, The Marchioness of Bath. Maybe not this year; perhaps, they’ll be a near-future Met gala whose theme will be an ode to the English aristocrat; one can only hope. This year, Edward teamed up beautifully with Moncler, hence Moncler x EE72, to produce memorable designs like those worn by Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz. Most of all, the one outfit was the cowl worn by the gloriously exotic Vittoria Ceretti, who has the greatest high-arched feet imaginable. We adore!

B J Gray

The cane, the superb tailoring and the dreadlocks done up in a bun, this is my kind of stylish dandy through and through. Mr. Gray is styled in one of his label’s design, Gray X. I absolutely love that play on the herringbone coat. Perfection!

Char DeFrancesco & Marc Jacobs

Marc Jacobs and his husband, Char DeFrancesco are both styled in monochromatic Marc Jacobs; one in white, the other black. Marc’s look has certainly evolved in recent years; the couple do look happy.

Charles Harbison

The suave Mr. Harbison heads Harbison Studio whose designs, I rather favour. The look is sophisticated, yet on the whole understated.

Donatella Versace

Perhaps because she is moving on from an active role in the Versace brand, but so far as I could make out, only Chance the Rapper was coming on strong in Versace. As ever, Donatella looked glorious.

Zac Posen

Zac arrived escorting Laura Harrier who seemed blissfully enthralled by his company, to say nothing of his design. I loved her Gap design outfit’s exaggerated sleeves and trousers’ bell bottoms. She was a camp play on dandy with the greatest gusto; truly divine.

Raul Lopez

Mr. Lopez escorted the seeming only person that he dressed on the night. She was dressed in space-age straitjacket attire and looking none too thrilled. LUAR certainly has a niche market and it didn’t look to be a dandy’s must-have look.

Tory Burch

Tory and her eponymous label fared well on the evening. Tory’s outfit was one of my favourite looks that walked the blue carpet. All that black beading against a beaded white sheath was sheer genius. It worked beautifully; always good to see the designer.

Vera Wang

The designer’s ensemble was bold and exotic, loved the fishtail of grey feathers. Perhaps, though, she ought to have sported a white bolero jacket or bolero made of the same grey feathers. the folds on the dress are rippling and elegant.

Stella McCartney

No female designer gave goddess sheath more so than Stella McCartney. In all honesty, I felt that she was among the best-dressed attendees to have walked the blue carpet.

Daniel Lee

Really love the design focus that Daniel Lee has this season at Burberry. This thick embossed velvet in truly rich tones is a definite winner. Positively lovely.

Charlie Casely-Hayford

Dynamic, young fashion/design maverick of the eponymous international menswear brand Casely-Hayford. Love his attire here on the blue carpet. Wonderful, relaxed ode to dandyism.

Giovanna Battaglia Engelbert

Giovanna is consummately self-aware. She understands line, movement and perspective. She is the perfect visionary to bring forth the dazzling designs one has come to expect of Swarovski. Beautiful colour palette she chose, too.

Sergio Hudson

Women’s ready-to-wear design Sergio Hudson made quite a stunning impact in his soft pink and black palette. Gloves, dapper shoes and rose at the lapel. Sergio proved one of the most elegant dandy’s to have walked the blue carpet. Stunning.

Dapper Dan

DD the dandy of Harlem fashion was on the scene. Black and white were the theme which he convincingly nailed. This Harlem dandy, Dapper Dan, is still going strong.

Michael Kors

Many have come and gone, but through it all, Michael Kors is still standing. Mr. Kors’s winning design was alluringly worn by Megan Thee Stallion. Always exciting to see Mr. Kors walk the Met Gala carpet.

Grace Wales Bonner

Grace is a British menswear designer who certainly made her mark at the Met Gala, 2025. All her designs made their muses standouts at the ode to dandyism.

Andrew Bolton & Thom Browne

Andrew Bolton is the Wendy Yu curator at the Costume Institute at the Met, and obviously plays a key role in the annual Met gala fundraiser. He is, of course, joined by inventive, creative genius, designer, Thom Browne, whose designs are always distinctively noteworthy. Certainly, his designs for both Demi Moore and Janelle Monae will transcend time.

Gabriela Hearst with Questlove & Chris Rock

Gabriela is flanked by both Questlove and Chris Rock. I rather love her designs, especially as presented at the Met Gala.

Manish Malhotra

Manish’s presentations on the Met Gala’s blue carpet were truly spectacular. As ever, the stylish Natasha Poonawalla was a reanimated harlequin vision in purple, black and white with attention to every detail. Most of all, his design for Coco Jones proved the evenings showstopper. The beading, cape, cut and line were next-level elegant. His vision of the dandy was handsomely realised.

Maxwell Osborne. Justin Jefferson & Dao-Yi Chow

Sportsman Justin Jefferson is flanked by Public School designers, Maxwell Osborne and Dao-Yi Chow. Look at what a fine dandy their genius presented at the Met Gala. Positively love Mr. Jefferson’s attire.

Sabyasachi

This swell Dravidian dandy styled Indian film star Mr. Khan to perfection. I love his personal style and the effort he put into appear at court in celebration of American dandyism. Really love his coat and its soft warm colour.

Colby Mugrabi

Colby’s dress was one of the more spectacular gowns to have walked the blue carpet. All that yellow and the bow were a remarkably ingenious design touch. Stunning!

Christian Cowan & Sam Smith

Ew!

Georgina Chapman

If I am honest, the dress is beautiful.

Tom Ford

Ford… Tom Ford. Is there a more charismatic, mysterious designer? He adds luxe and allure to everything he both designs and wears. Bravo!

Tommy & Dee Hilfiger

The emperor of all-American functional through luxury wear is in the house, that’s who and with his lovely rock, Dee.

Pauletta Washington & Christopher John Rogers

Mrs. Washington accompanies accomplished ready-to-wear designer Christopher, who certainly made an indelible mark on this year’s Met Gala blue carpet. Love his designs.

Ruth E. Carter

Ms. Carter’s designs for this year’s Met gala were very detail rich and keenly paid homage to the Black American dandy aesthetic. Really loved her design for Jasmine Tookes… phenomenal.

Virginia Smith & Patrick Robinson

The stylish duo came to add their je ne sais quoi to the night’s parade of glitterati… Love her ensemble.

Aisha McShaw

Both Aisha and her rock, Al Sharpton were decked to the nines in designs from her eponymous brand. The attention to detail, the quality, luxe and voluminous richness of her skirt, paired with the diaphanous décolletage are strokes of sheer creative genius. Positively loved the beauty of her.

Maximillian Davis

Young Mr. Davis knows all about dandyism as he is the creative director of Ferragamo. That peekaboo fringed, white silk scarf is dandy swagger most subtle. Love his style!

Dynasty & Soull Ogun

These stylish twins know nothing of ordinary. They are bold, visionary and truly the essence of avant-garde dandyism writ large.

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Audra, Queen of Broadway, with the most Tony Awards of any other actor in Broadway’s history. She is a delight to behold. Audra wore Harbison Studio to the Met Gala and looked truly regal at the court of dandyism. At the Tony Awards she wore a gorgeous black affair with purple train by Christian Siriano.

Nicole Scherzinger – She did it!

You had better damn well give this Queen a Tony Award! Nicole is the very essence of showbiz. She is glamorous, stunning, has damn great chops and look at her vamp! Here, she is enrobed by Prabal Gurung, who understood the assignment – you are dressing a Queen! Yes! Yes! Yes! Nicole won the Tony! Brava! Nicole’s magnificent red gown at the Tony Awards was a stunning Rodarte affair!

Cole Escola

5… 6… 7… 8… “I’m just a Broadway Baby!” Sing it Cole Escola! Show them Cole how Broadway does dandy! Beautifully dressed by Christopher John Rogers, the theatre pro coolly came to slay! And win the Tony Award he did, too. Congrats! His Wiederhoeft gown was a wonderful tribute to Broadway legend, Bernadette Peters. I have faithfully watched every telecast of the Tony Awards since 1975, and Bernadette Peters’ reign, like Audra McDonald’s now, proved among the most exciting!

Kara Young

Kara, Broadway baby with exceptional talent, walked the Met Gala blue carpet in An Only Child ensemble in a quirky matching bowler. At the Tony Awards where she won two years in a row, she was elegantly styled by master couturier, Thom Browne.

Sadie has that same ethereal quality as the Broadway goddess Bernadette Peters, here at the Met Gala she was enrobed in bespoke Prada. Yet again, she wore bespoke Prada a month later to the Tony Awards. She is utterly gorgeous!

Cynthia Erivo

Tell me Cynthia doesn’t possess force of personality in spades, megawatt talent and sheer originality. These are all the hallmarks of the dandy: free, expressive and utterly self-possessed. Of course, it goes without saying, Cynthia like every Black dandy is generationally memorable. Cynthia is owning that blue carpet in her Givenchy ensemble and those boots! And the most anticipated awards (Tony Awards) opened and there was our our darling Elphaba rocking all Broadway!

As host of the 2025 Tony Awards, Cynthia was impressive and stunning. She handsomely upheld the tradition begun in the 1970s at the Grammy Awards when Diana Ross on hosting did the most revolutionary thing. After each commercial break, Diana returned in a new outfit; it was the most spectacular television. Now, of course, it is standard practice to do so. Cynthia wore Marc Jacobs, Marni, Valentino, GapStudio and others. Her closing number was the showstopper from Michael Bennett’s Dreamgirls, which I saw several times back in the early 1980s. If she is not a sage soul, then I really don’t know my Michael Teachings.

Sarah at the Met Gala came through stylishly sporting a suit in black with red interiored cape by An Only Child. A month later, she not only wowed in her Richard Quin body-hugging nude sheath but she also won the Tony! Brava!

Adrienne Warren

Queen of West End & Broadway, our darling megastar from I, Tina was elegantly enrobed in a fabulous Sergio Hudson design. The ruffled sleeves and décolletage are delightful. Ravissante!

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Rihanna

Mogul Rihanna came through in a bespoke Marc Jacobs which announced to the world that she was expectant again. The hat, shoes, tie and dropped jacket as skirt with train were ingenious and flawlessly executed. Pulled off with the greatest aplomb by the always alluring Bajan Queen.

John Imah

The Maverick came through elegantly presenting as the tech dandy in a cape beautifully detailed by Sergio Hudson. The cane, hat, rings and bold necklace were all modern dandyism boldly, yet elegantly presented. Truly handsome.

Tyler Perry

Maverick. Visionary. Mr. Perry was sublimely attired in a pale, bead-encrusted B. J. Gray design for Gray X. Baronial.

Quincy Houghton

The immensely experienced, knowledgeable art/museum professional was understated with an elegant large bow to match her skirt and justifiably serene demeanour. Persons like Ms. Houghton do an invaluable service to art, culture and civilisation. Santé!

Madonna

Another unrivalled maverick. Beloved. Adored. Respected. The Queen smoked a cigar whilst rocking a Tom Ford suit! Love!

Is there anyone else who seems so unpretentious? Spike wore a Fear of God suit and kept it otherwise casual. And did we mention that Spike is a passionate sports fan: tennis, basketball et al! Tonya Lewis Lee wore an Amsale coatdress in deep passionate blue with train

Serena Williams

Queen of the court, Ms. Williams wore the best finger wave of the evening and was enrobed in a teal affair by Moncler x EE72 in collaboration with the adored Edward Enninful. Commanding!

Andrew Saffir & Daniel Benedict

Both men are accomplished and stylishly dressed to the nines. They were an apt addition to a celebration of dandyism in all its manifestations.

Natasha Lyonne

The cinéaste came through in a powerful, though not overpowering, mauve vision of flowing lines by McQueen. The ruffles at neck and wrists are everything.

Grace Wales Bonner & Antwaun Sargent

Author Antwaun Sargent was elegantly dressed by Wales Bonner and is accompanied in this photo by the designer, Grace Wales Bonner. Love his shoes, to be sure!

Quinta Bronson

Quinta is wearing a beaded pinstripe jacket and sheath by Sergio Hudson. The details are sparse, subtle and refreshingly sophisticated. Quinta looks marvellous!

Ryan Coogler & Zinzi Evans

Ryan and Zinzi are both wearing designs by Fear of God. I positively love that his shoes are the same shade as his snazzy suit. Nothing is more ravishing than an expectant mum, the best to her in due course!

Precious Moloi-Motsepe

The South African philanthropist was regally dressed by David Tlale; it is a beautiful asymmetrical yellow-gold and white affair. Her hat is a definite winner!

Iris Knarr & Yan Huo

The financial power couple looked in great form. They were a definite standout couple to have walked the blue carpet.

Paul Tazewell

Thom Browne was the choice by custom designer, Paul Tazewell, who proved the first Black male to win Best Oscar for costume design in film. He is a very accomplished designer who’s been lauded in theatre. His magical designs on Wicked earned him his historic Oscar.

Fabiola Beracasa Beckman

Fabiola is wearing a beaded Kenneth Nicholson design. Her décolletage is perfect and that gem is equally stunning. Sublime.

Baroness Dambisa Moyo

The phenomenally accomplished Baroness Moyo is wearing one of the evening’s truly luxe gowns. It is sublime in its elegance; the colour and the stole both nicely complement her rich complexion. Love the unique hem on her heavy-looking gown. Marvellous!

Catherine Martin & Baz Luhrman

The creative wizards are both uniquely dressed in Miu Miu. Love that tie!

Lauren Halsey

Fear of God did a fine drop of outfitting the avant-garde artist that is Lauren Halsey. Big, baggy, with lines and colour that are brutalist in energy like the architecture of the 60s, 70s.

Kim Kardashian

Ms. Kardashian, maverick to the core, is icily reptilian in a black sheath by Chrome Hearts. The necklaces and that matching hart are fierce 21st century dandy!

Branden Jacobs-Jenkins & Whitney White

And look who won a Tony Award! Congratulations and then some! The award-winning, much-lauded playwright and his date were both dressed to the nines in Michael Kors Collection. Utter perfection!

Clara Wu Tsai

Clara with a massive maverick footprint in the worlds of sport was elegantly turned out in a design by Sergio Hudson. The frilly, white lace hem and that gorgeous jade necklace are exceptionally elegant.

Rashid Johnson & Sharee Hovsepian

The handsome, highly creative geniuses are both styled by Gabriela Hearst. Love the cut of his jacket and her lace dress works beautifully for being monochromatically black. Handsome!

Kylie Jenner

Kylie wears a heavy woollen skirt by Ferragamo creative director, Maximillian Davis, who also happened to have escorted her to the gala. The gloves and bustier nicely accentuate her smouldering allure. Love that the dropped jacket look also nicely complements her gorgeous curves.

Mellody Hobson & George Lucas

Both towering creative genius and visionary, George Lucas and his beautiful wife, graced the blue carpet in designs by Louis Vuitton. Bless him; his shoes are utterly comfortable-looking!

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Here is another stunning Prabal Gurung design; this one in electrifying red with feather, bows and a whole lot of magnetic personality by Chimamanda. Her hair is stunning and I can only imagine how utterly sweet she smelt!

Kenny Leon

Mr. Leon pulled off casual self-assured dandy with a large checkered blue and grey suit with comfortable-looking sneakers. Here’s wishing this marvellous visionary best of luck at this year’s Tony Awards for his direction of Shakespeare’s Othello, starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Denzel Washington. Here’s to trailblazing dandyism lighting up the great white way!

Amy Sherald

Pre-eminent Black American painter, Amy is here commandingly attired in a Fear of God creation that envelopes but not swallows her statuesque frame. The colour beautifully accentuates her golden complexion, too. Towering creative genius!

Ava DuVernay

Here, Ava wears a flamenco-styled dress with beautiful hat by Prada and is a wonderful Mediterranean take on dandyism, truth be told. The two-toned combination works handsomely.

Arthur Jafa

Towering auteur and cinematographer, Mr. Jafa is beautifully attired in Fear of God, making him even more impressively commanding.

Tanda Francis

Two of Tanda’s sculptures were used as part of the décor for the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style exhibition. Love her large flowing skirt, the billowing sleeves and her dreadlocks that are reminiscent of Alice Walker’s.

Cristina Baxter

Heavyweight music industry executive, Ms. Baxter is a shimmering sheath of empowerment in a dress tailored by Harbison Studio. The large, contrasting flower adornment at the waist further elongates, rather than not, her frame. Beautiful, elegant dress.

Janicza Bravo

Film director Ms. Bravo wears a beautiful Tory Burch ensemble whose large and beautifully arranged scarf is emblazoned with the large B; Her shaved skull both adds to her beauty and readily evokes the dandy’s allure. Winning!

Henry Taylor

Mr. Taylor is, of course, discriminatingly attired by Louis Vuitton right down to the LV man clutch. Assured and fulfilled never looked better as pulled off by the artist.

Jordan Casteel

Another artist who came to court in celebration of Black American dandyism, is painter, Jordan in another Harbison creation on the night. Bold, dramatic, she pulled off the look with élan.

Malcolm Washington

Like his parents, Denzel and Pauletta, Malcolm also is a Hollywood veteran, though, a filmmaker. This casual LV clutch, readily advertises that he is attired in Louis Vuitton – and a very fine suit it is, indeed!

Torkwase Dyson

The artist is a vision of black and navy in a coat whose navy signature bleeds down to. becoming coagulated in a dark, rich black towards the hem. This is a very elegant J. W. Anderson design whose rich detailing is not discerned on first glance. Masterful tailoring, to be sure.

Cory Renard Richard

Rick James had nothing on Cory! Look out, that is how you come through, looking like a Boss Dandy, owning the whole damn thing! Jovana Louis did a fantastic job of invoking the dandy. Look at the frilly sleeves with the same fabric covering the train… ingenious. The black petals on his skullcap, the black satin collar, well of course this theatre producer is pure showbiz!

Dandy Gods + Goddesses

Jonathan Owens

White on white on white on white and then those fringes at the trouser hem! Ozwald Boateng outdid himself here and that white stole is everything and decadently dandyesque!

Nessa Diab & Cole Kaepernick

Whilst Cole’s wife, Nessa is styled in a post-Dune Moncler x EE72 design with gorgeous headdress and billowing skirt, the activist athlete is styled from head to toe in Ozwald Boateng and those matching shoes!

Miles Chamley Watson

Try convincing me that British fencing great, Miles is not a dead ringer for Bad Bunny. First appearance at the Met gala of many more, one hopes, Miles is dressed impeccably, right down to the cane and specs, by Casely-Hayford. Everything is pure 21st century Black dandy and then some!

Russell Wilson & Ciara

Devastatingly handsome and sexy, Mr. Wilson holds court in a Frère design; Megastar, Ciara is invoking a whirlwind of magic in her provocative LaQuan Smith design with train. Stunning couple.

Stefon Diggs

Stefon came through in a bespoke Bianca Saunders. Positively love the two-toned in honey and white; the whole look was nicely set off by those très chic red shoes. Bombastic dandy!

Simone Biles

Olympic dynamo, Ms. Biles is attired in a bright blue dress with train by Harbison Studio. Energy body of 5, her power is both spatial and infectious.

Roberto Bolle

Favoured of Rudolf Nureyev at the Paris Opéra Ballet, the danseur noble strikes a commanding pose in his matte black leather from head to toe. It beautifully complements his dark colouring. Fantastic dancer!

Roberto Bolle – Maurice Béjart’s Bolero @ Teatro alla Scala
Sha’Carri Richardson

Definitely not going for subtle was Ms. Richardson as she commanded attention on the blue carpet in her two-toned, diaphanous Valentino affair. The play of lavender and pale yellow handsomely complement each other. Dynamic look.

Justin Jefferson

Justin Jefferson in a Public School ensemble marvellously captures the essence of the dandy holding court in a refined West African setting. His swagger is both breathtaking and tribute to the NFL athlete’s prowess.

Angel Reese

Titan of sport, Ms. Reese is sporting a flawless design by Thom Browne. She is stunning!

Joe Burrow

Dynamic footballer Joe Burrow stylishly walked the Met Gala blue carpet in a blue-grey Gucci suit. This choice of shoes was casual, but they work.

Venus Williams

Head to toe, Venus’s choice was a dark green Lacoste ensemble. That coat with its dark accents almost outshone her comfortable-looking loafers.

Noah Lyles & Ana Khouri

Noah is wearing a Thom Browne creation and his plus one is jeweller Ana Khouri whose jewellery he was not shy about wearing. Love her flowing, creamy sheath.

Sabrina Ionescu

Statuesque Sabrina was adorned by an ensemble consisting of black jacket and skirt with a white halter top and matching shoes

Jett Lawrence

Supercross speed demon Jett walked the blue carpet. The Australian super athlete looked cool, relaxed in his dark bespoke David August in collaboration with Santo Studio. Can never beat a sharp-dressed man!

Jalen Hurts & Bryonna Burrows

Both Bryonna and Jalen wore bespoke Burberry and looked knockout gorgeous. The feet on her! Love the fringe on her smoulderingly dark, embossed dress.

Gabby Thomas

Priya Ahluwalla pulled out all the stops, in this show-stopping red dress with train. She looked confidently gorgeous.

Saquon Barkley

What a powerfully built athlete. Beading, subtle and discreet; it is there and nicely pulled together by master couturier Thom Browne.

DeAndré Hopkins

Another dark and oversized silhouette from Fear of God for another superior sportsman. DeAndré and his unique locks are dandyism for the hip 21st century cosmopolitan. Really love the shade of charcoal brown.

Jonquel Q Jones

Jonquel, as did most other female basketball athletes, opted for a Sergio Hudson creation. She was lean, crisp and commanding. The leather jacket, shades and that hairdo nicely pulled it all together.

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Deborah Roberts

For me, Deborah Roberts black and white ensemble with train by Mark Ingram was the favourite for writers and journalists who attended this year’s Met Gala, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. The cuffs, like her gorgeous smile, are a winner!

Eva Chen

Ms. Chen came to slay and that she did in spades in this smashing Wiederhoeft with billowing train. The matching gloves and sheath, plus varying textures to the train are pure theatre!

Mona Kobar Abdi

Ivan Young made a fine impression with his red concoction of pleats and drapery and it was handsomely worn here by Mona!

Sache Taylor

Vogue director of special events, Sache made a winning gamble in walking the blue carpet in a flapper-inspired look. The flapper and the Black dandy of 1920s New York City/Harlem were definitely a major barometer of style and sophistication. Love the elegant line of her high-arched foot. No idea who the designer of her fluid ensemble is.

Laura Santo Domingo

Editor and socialite Ms. Santo Domingo chose a creamy off white Christopher John Rogers suit with flawless pencil skirt. That single large pearl atop her black pumps is deliciously decadent.

Leah Faye Cooper

Another magazine publishing insider, Ms. Cooper chose Amir Taghi for her beautifully colour co-ordinated green skirt with sash, white shirt with loose black tie and beautiful grey handbag. She was a refreshing professional to have worked the blue carpet.

Radhika Jones

Ms. Jones, the recent editor-in-chief of Vanity Fair – which has seen such dreck as Graydon Carter, who can’t seem to keep his stinky mouth shut about Meghan Sussex whom he does not know – seems to be going through more landscape change as it more and more resembles a shitty Fleet Street abattoir. But I suppose that when your legendarily big cock no longer works, you turn mealy-mouthed estrogen-bombed bigot. The nerve of him, ever the sight of him readily makes one think of Suzy Menkes, both with equally god fugly hairstyles. Certainly, he fails to realise that he has as much relevance in the current moment as does Dominic Dunne. Of course, he is part of a rarified gaggle of gossips associated with Vanity Fair, along with Katie Nicholl and Tina Brown – that vile racist gilt, who seems in her advancing senectude, to be matching her son’s diffused focus of spirit and intellect. Radhika is styled in an elegant salmon-coloured Romeo Hunt creation; she looks sublimely elegant!

Gayle King

Chuks Collins fashioned a symphony of plaid, beading and layering in fuchsia and black. Simply stunning!

Lisa Love

Vogue and Teen Vogue West Coast editor, Lisa Love walked the blue carpet in bespoke Louis Vuitton and Bvlgari jewellery. Show them how it’s done!

Will Welch

Mr. Welch, GQ global editorial director, made history, being attired in the soft launch of Benji Bixby, André 3000’s new menswear line. The Demin suit, cummerbund, and tie were snazzy and that tattoo adds more than passing intrigue. Splendid!

Chioma Nnadi

Designer Martine Rose was Chioma’s choice for walking the Met Gala’s blue carpet. Cool. Confident. Understated and I like the bold belt buckle. Elegant!

La La Anthony

Virgil Abloh’s Off White label was the fashion choice for ever stylish La La as she worked the top of the blue carpet stairs in her annual gig at the Met gala.

Nicole Phelps

Undercover design team was Nicole Phelps’s choice as the professional attended the year’s biggest gathering of fashion, fundraising and editorial staffers across the board. I love the extended dark and detailed lobster-like, Edward Scissorhands look. It works brilliantly.

Amy Fine Collins

Well, of course, the industry veteran was not going to miss the year’s most important fundraising gathering. Ms. Fine Collins wears a stylish ensemble which is unmistakably Thom Browne, right down to the sophisticated shoes.

Mark Guiducci

Hooray! For he’s a jolly good fellow who’s taking over Vanity Fair. Let’s just hope it elevates from gutter rat status, perpetually looking to stay au courant by lynching Meghan Sussex. Farewell to Vogue magazine alas.

Amy Griffin

Author Amy in bespoke Schiaparelli by Daniel Roseberry. Gorgeous dress and she is looking mighty fine, too!

Scott Evans

Mr. Evans was styled by Regi Brown. The boots are rocking it and the overall look, though busy, is dandy in its own right.

Elizabeth Herbst-Brady

Condé Nast financial luminary is elegant and dignified.

Zuri Hall

TV anchor, Zuri Hall wears an engaging bespoke pinstripe suit by Bishme Cromartie and its an ode to dandyism that works beautifully.

Roger Lynch CEO Condé Nast & Cathleen Lynch

Condé Nast’s CEO’s suit is a gorgeous velvet smoking, which I rather like. Mrs. Lynch’s ring and lapel jewellery are serious-looking pieces.

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Law Roach

Law is just the badass stylist at any gala; of course, it goes without saying his star client, Zendaya struck it out of the park yet again in her bespoke Louis Vuitton. As is obvious, Law was elegantly exuding dandyism in his gorgeous embossed black Burberry.

Ming Smith

Ming was enrobed in a show stopping Harbison Studio eclectic ensemble. The bustled train to match opera gloves, whilst the popping green sheath whimsically festooned with clumps of woollen yarn. What’s not to love!

André Walker

Cool is a man in grey suede shoes. Mr. Walker is gallantly attired in Fear of God. Decidedly handsome dandy…. Black American dandy!

Eaddy Kiernan Bunzel

Eaddy is owning that bespoke Balmain like a Hollywood screen siren. The front slit, the lone button, the sleeves of what is a play on a man’s jacket is truly iconic dandy.

Raul Avila

Mr. Avila is elegantly styled in a Valentino smoking. This sophisticate is responsible for annually styling the Met gala’s décor.

Tyler Mitchell

Tyler, the accomplished photographer was styled by Jacquemus. The colour choice worked beautifully with his complexion right down to the feathery stole.

Kwame Onwuachi

The stylish chef wore a dapper ensemble designed by Uzo Mozie’s ElevenSixteen label. This is really finely tailored clothing. Really fine!

Debbie Allen & Norm Nixon

Debbie and her husband Norm were elegantly styled in ensembles designed by Oscar-winning costume designer Paul Tazewell. Debbie’s dress has the most gorgeous beading.

Khaby Lame

The world’s most famous influencer was attired in an Ugo Mozie creation. The flowing cape-like coat is truly chivalrous in essence, if only because it is draped from one shoulder.

Met Gala 2025 Grand Stairs Blue Carpet

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Doja Cat

Doja is the most beautifully haunting muse at the Met Gala, 2025 for me. Here is Doja Cat, who always gets into character and performs on the Met catwalk. She simultaneously manages to evoke the essence of 1970s Black American New York and Paris model, Pat Cleveland and Hedy Lamarr the bewitchingly exquisite Hollywood film star immortalised in Samson and Delilah. As Doja vamped on the blue carpet, it was clear to see the resonances to Hedy Lamarr. More intriguingly, Doja is Afro-Jewish (Ashkenazi perhaps) and Hedy Lamarr was indeed Jewish. Doja’s styled in bespoke Marc Jacobs.

Demi Moore

Even if she lives to 100, you damn well know that not only will Demi look good, but she will turn up. Here she is, adding depth and elegance to the ingenious design of Thom Browne; in essence, Demi is wearing a giant tie and what a beautiful tie it is indeed. Demi was among the top five best turned out at Superfine: Tailoring Black Style.

Zoe Saldana

Zoe wears another Thom Browne masterpiece that has her covered in albino-like snow peas. Zoe wears a a man’s jacket that morphs into a long coat with train. The Thom Browne standard black and white silhouette is here highlighted to maximum effect. The black bodice is pinstriped with exaggerated hips that mimic shoulders as the jacket is in mid flight to the floor. Zoe’s bob hairdo perfectly accentuates the beauty of the lines and minimalism of Browne’s masterful design. The matching two-toned shoes are everything.

Liu Wen

Go on Liu… that’s what the world ever needs, a supremely confident woman exuding her unique beauty. Look at the line, the leg, foot sickled out, none of this pigeon-toed nonsense. Liu stratospherically elevates the elegance of the Burberry embossed velvet to being most über raffinée. Her Burberry suit, her attitude and fluidity of motion makes her, by far, one of the gala’s most seductive dandies!

Natasha Poonawalla

Never mind Manish Malhotra’s exquisite design, what about that ring the Indian socialite is wearing? Each year, it is always exciting to see just how Poonawalla will own the red – this year blue – carpet. The colour combination is sublime and as ever, Ms. Poonawalla is dignified and elevates the occasion by her presence.

Alex Consani

No other muse could best drape a Swarovski design about their deliciously elegant body but Alex Consani. She is supremely confident, aware and almost predatorily owns the space. She is subtle, with an artisan’s élan, she weaves her magic, setting the mood. Superb!

Kendall Jenner

Grey and muted, Kendall’s soft palette serves to show off the gorgeous Torishéju design’s décolletage, which shows to best effect, the dazzling multi-strand necklace. As ever, Kendall is simply stunning.

Karlie Kloss

Is Karlie glowing or what? The boots, the flared pleated Loewe skirt with train and long-sleeved bodice with upturned large collar. This was one of the most dominant designs of the evening and no one but amazon Karlie could have pulled it off.

Maya Hawke

Maya’s pale pink Prada sheath is anchored by a diaphanous caramel cape. Beaming, Maya looks as though she’s just alighted from the most lucid flying dream in a landscape that looks all too real.

Gina Alice Redlinger

Phenomenal pianist, Gina is seductively cocooned in a layered lace white skirt with large black train in back with a bustier in black to display a choker like no other. Kim Kassas has intricately constructed one of the most fascinating designs to walk the blue carpet. The brilliantly gifted spouse of Lang Lang’s moves with confident elegance and her keyboard clutch is priceless!

Aurora James

Aurora wore a diaphanous gown with train by South African designer Thebe Magugu. The hat is everything. Love Aurora…

Mindy Kaling

Our darling Queen walked the blue carpet in a regal Harbison Studio gown with two-toned train that was only outdone by Coco Jones and Diana Ross’s trains. We love our Mindy and her personal metamorphosis.

Pamela Anderson & Brandon Thomas Lee

Pamela wore an august Tory Burch metallic-looking gown whilst her son, Brandon wore suit by Genuardi. The cut makes Pamela look severe and almost as though without brows.

Miley Cyrus

Pieter Mulier fully understood the assignment and handsomely delivered. You are dressing a Queen. Miley ensouled the leather bolero and brought the necessary grandeur to the flared maxi skirt. Winner!

Anne Hathaway

Carolina Herrera’s Wes Gordon kept it simple and elegant. Anne looks marvellous.

Ayo Edebiri

This bespoke Maximillian Davis for Ferragamo was not short on drama. Double trains, exotic beading and in red no less. Smashingly elegant.

Anna Sawai

Though similar to Zendaya’s Louis Vuitton vision in white, Anna’s white suit and fedora were Christian Dior. Both superior tailoring, though, Zendaya won the derby on this one. Anna looks charmingly elegant!

Adut Akech

Adut wears an avian inspired Swarovski design whose pink palette handsomely highlighted her gorgeous melanin-rich beauty. This is one of my favourite looks on the night.

Jennie Kim

Jennie Kim came through in the custom Chanel pearls in a gorgeous bespoke pantsuit with slit skirt. Love the hat and her gorgeous attitude.

Joey King

Joey was one of the few persons who walked the blue carpet in Miu Miu. The bold colours work handsomely and her choker is a stunner and definitely catches the eye.

Lauren Harrier

The gloriously stylish Lauren is wearing an oversized pantsuit by Zac Posen for Gap. Those billowing sleeves. flared legged trousers and that attitude. Go ahead!

Bebe Rexha

Know neither Bebe nor her music, but my am I loving her fierce attitude as she works the blue carpet in this gorgeous Christian Siriano delight. My but she is awesomely sexy with attitude in spades!

Alicia Keys & Swizz Beatz

Alicia and Swizz both wore Moncler x EE72 the Edward Enninful design venture. I love the draping, voluminous capes. shawls and hoods; they all work handsomely. The dark rich tones are decidedly African-inspired and understandably so.

Ashley Graham

The cool statuesque Ashley wears a muted design by BOSS. The tailoring is exquisite and her confidence as ever is empowering and on so many levels.

Dua Lipa

These finger waves are so luxe. Tell me Dua is not one of the sexiest women in music today. She is one hot glamazon who readily elevates her exquisite diaphanous Chanel gown!

Chappell Roan

Chappell’s psychedelic hot pink pantsuit is an explosion of Paul Tazewell’s creative genius. I am really loving those boots. The hair is awesome; I do, though, wish that she had accessorised with a strong herringbone choker and tons of rings on each finger, especially so in lapis lazuli.

Gabrielle Union & Dwayne Wade

The thoroughly modern and elegant couple, Gabrielle and Dwayne were both styled by Prada and look at that chunk of jewellery. Dwayne’s waistcoat is everything and matches his nails, too. I can’t wait for Gabrielle and Emma Weymouth to join forces one day on the Met Gala red carpet.

Ego Nwodim

Christopher John Rogers beautifully dressed Ego, who had the most memorable moment on SNL50 in her riotous ad lib during Weekend Update. That life sketch will go down as one of the most arrestingly funny live moments on SNL. She is a damn boss! The fascinator and jewellery are smashing and perfectly complemented by those red pumps.

Bee Carrozzini

One of my favourite women on the planet whose beauty is both exotic and timeless; honestly, she looks as though a time-travelling Claudian matriarch. Our elegant Queen is adorned by Givenchy and looks cool and ever radiant.

Lupita Nyong’o

Tell me that pastels are not more sublime on richly melanated complexions. All Chanel everything and Lupita, as ever, makes everything look regal. Lovely, and that cape is phenomenally exquisite and a handsome ode to Black American dandyism!

Jenna Ortega

Jenna wears a bespoke Balmain.

Alex Newell

Doesn’t our Tony award-winning Alex look marvellous? She always radiates joy. Her Christian Siriano black ensemble handsomely complements her bounding spirit.

Shakira

Shakira dramatically walked the blue carpet in a hot pink Prabal Gurung with a voluminous train. She looks smashing and that necklace is fantastic!

Vittoria Ceretti

As a former classical dancer, you just know that I am a serious foot fetishist, and my but Vittoria rocks my world. Edward Enninful elegantly styled Vittoria in black Moncler x EE72 with the most gorgeous hood. And that ankle bracelet is everything, to be sure!

Ivy Getty

Like Aurora James, Ivy wears a Thebe Magugu design and the long flowing diaphanous looks work on both women. This pale yellow flowing and layered creation handsomely complements her looks. Love it!

Lorde

This understated silver-grey suit by Thom Browne works, though, Lorde seems both self-conscious and intent on hiding her body… odd.

Sabrina Carpenter

Our sexy dynamo full of allure and talent is wearing double tails by Louis Vuitton. I love the dark tones against her blonde locks. She is fierce, as ever!

Angèle

Belgian singer, Angèle walked the blue carpet in a mauve Chanel gown that was contrasted by fishnet stockings.

Savannah James

Savannah, LeBron James’s wife, wore a bespoke Hanifa whose fishtail design was a richly detailed pinstriped creation in maroon. It was, in fact, a lovely ode to dandyism right down to the matching tie.

Gigi Hadid

This gold lame Miu Miu worn by Gigi is one of the night’s better designs. There is so much rich detail and references in this look. At once the hair is an ode to World War II whilst the dress harks back to a Balmain design made famous by Josephine Baker who was a dandy extraordinaire!

Mona Patel

Mona is sharply dressed by Thom Browne in a commanding ode to dandyism right down to her adorable dog bag. Exquisite!

Monica Barbaro

Christian Dior was the choice for the celebration of dandyism and it works beautifully for Monica. The hat and skirt are wonderful. She looks amazing.

Kerry Washington

Bespoke Simkhai was one of the smartest choices on the blue carpet. Kerry’s silken balloon midi skirt and hat were glorious along with the plunging décolletage. The hat and matching gloves to the skirt made this a winning look.

Lisa

Lisa’s Louis Vuitton was one of the sexiest to walk the Met Gala blue carpet. All the talk of her being inappropriately dressed was absurd. She is not a grotesque 92 year old Joan Collins fleeing her casket in a no-win crusade for long lost youth. Lisa is both stunning and utterly ravishing.

Whitney Peak

A perfectly handsome Chanel suit is spoilt by the conceit of youth to masquerade the blue carpet of the Met gala with cigarette in hand. There is nothing either cool or sexy about cigarette smoking. Just hurry up get cancer and crawl into your casket. Gauche, hideously so!

Lana Del Rey

Walking the blue carpet with a stylish Alessandro Michele, Lana looked divine in her Valentino couture with the best display of feathers to walk the Met Gala in recent years.

Rosalia

Gorgeous bespoke Balmain made Rosalia’s usual cool that much more mysterious. Beautifully constructed design.

Precious Lee

Another dramatic design of Prabal Gurung’s to walk the blue carpet. Precious Lee commanded attention in her leopard print cape and brown body suit. She looks stunning!

Sofia is dressed by Tommy Hilfiger. The bustle bow is a fabulous detail. She looks marvellous.

Rachel Brosnahan

Sergio Hudson created the most exquisite royal purple sheath that walked the blue carpet. Ms. Brosnahan looked positively regal.

Regina King

Who Decides War designed this gorgeous appliquéd pantsuit worn by the delightful Ms. King.

Keke Palmer

Vera Wang’s billowing skirt greatly brought the drama to the blue carpet. Keke’s is a great nod to dandyism. Her headdress is sublime.

Paloma Elsesser

Paloma wore another stunning Ferragamo design by Maximillian Davis. The combination of red with black stole is strikingly dramatic.

Jazmine Sullivan

Who Fears War designed the beautiful white ensemble worn by Jazmine with the most impressively powerful feet. The embroidered lace train is delicate, elegant.

Lauren Amos

Viktor and Rolf designed this engaging two-toned deconstructed gown of different fabrics. Lovely.

Issa Rae

Let’s talk kickass dandyism! Ozwald Boateng designed this exceptionally well-tailored monochromatic pantsuit as the actor, Issa embodied the dandy aesthetic. Beautiful!

Hope Smith

This gold and bronze Ozwald Boateng pantsuit is beautifully accessorised by Hope as she confidently walked the blue carpet. Her yellow blouse was the most contrasting against the red shoes and bag.

Danielle Deadwyler

Without doubt, this was the most unflattering Who Decides War design to walk the blue carpet. I don’t imagine that Danielle felt too well at the end of the night.

Diya Mehta Jatia

Diya’s sculptural ensemble was designed by Bloni. The cane and Nehru hat are a wonderful ode to dandyism. Lovely!

Miranda Kerr

Miranda epitomises Dior sophistication. Her netted headdress is marvellous, along with her black stilettos. Stunning sculptural design.

Oscar & Emilia Boateng

Naturally, Ozwald’s beautiful children are styled in his designs. Positively love Oscar’s suit. There’s no denying that their father, Ozwald is a superior tailor.

Gustav Magnar Witzoe

Billionaire scion who did not care about the dandy aesthetic. The caped Todd Patrick design, like the rose-filled Lucite briefcase was at best obtuse.

Al Sharpton

Naturally, Aisha McShaw designed Mr. Sharpton’s impeccable ode to the Black American dandy aesthetic. He looks positively marvellous!

Hailey Bieber

Hailey wore a black mini suit dress by Saint Laurent. Her look would have been better served had she worn black patent leather stilettos – open-toed platforms do not rise to the occasion.

Aimée Lee Wood

Priya Ahluwalla designed this black asymmetric ode to dandyism. If nothing else, the socks certainly do stand out.

Dasha Zukhova

May you never live in marvellously interesting times. How to make Prada look revoltingly cheap? Voilà!

Heidi Klum

Heidi glamorously graces the blue carpet, enrobed in a black Vetements maxi with train. Really loved Heidi’s candour in South Africa when interviewed about being at the EarthShot Prize, she had never heard of the “scheme” until she was approached to attend and serve as presenter. Indeed, in his jealous obsession with Prince Harry and his gorgeous Black American wife, Meghan Sussex, #peggalicious tries to flex by roping in celebrities, whom he clearly does not know and about whom he does not give a shit, to emulate Harry and Meghan’s clout.

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Anok Yai

Anok wears a avant-garde man’s suit as dress with black drop jacket cinched at the waist to drape over the contrasting white skirt. Love the knotted look of the jacket. As ever, she is Anok being playful and grounded.

Nick Brown & David Blasberg

Both husbands are neatly dressed, though, their designer assignations are unknown.

Amelia Gray Hamlin

Can you believe that she is wearing Valentino? More to the point, how exactly did she escape from the Muskokas.

Sydney Sweeney

Sydney wore black beaded Miu Miu, in an obvious ode to old Hollywood. She looked stunning.

Georgina Rodriguez

Beautiful sheer Vetements gown is ruined by her thick thighs being exposed.

Clairo

This is a beautifully detailed Valentino elegantly worn by Clairo. The bows and layers of frills are awesome. Quite beautiful.

Suki Waterhouse

Tough this is definitely not the most beautiful Michael Kors on the blue carpet, the scaled back jacket and tails look does indeed work.

Wendi Murdoch

Definitely an unusual Thom Browne silhouette worn by Ms. Deng. Gold and white with those boots work beautifully.

Laurie A. Combo & Bobby Digi Olisa

The most colourful civil servants to have walked the blue carpet. Everything about their look is an ode to dandyism uniqueness of expression. Spectacular!

Grace Murdoch

Grace with her mum to her rear, also dressed in Thom Browne. Love the rear view of her mum’s lace up boots. The pooch bag is also sweet for a young lady her age.

TEMS

Love the fabric’s design on this extraordinary Ozwald Boateng worn by African singer TEMS. I suppose that like Lauryn Hill’s ensemble the umbrella is a neo-colonial reference, which is a valid one as dandyism has transcended all epochs.

Olivia Sandelman

Nothing found on what this young, stylish Met Gala attendee wore. Life is like that!

Adrienne E. Adams

Joshua Myrie designed the gorgeous pantsuit wore by New York City Council speaker, Adrienne. Love the colour and the fabric looks warm and comfortable.

Rosé

Saint Laurent designed this sweeping trained black pantsuit with plunging décolletage, which nicely displayed the gorgeous pendant jewellery. She looks stunning and the trousers are über cool.

Charles Shaffer & Elizabeth Cordry Shaffer

Anna Wintour’s psychiatrist son and his lovely wife in a sweeping blue gown.

Jimmy Fallon

Which man does not look good in a Zenga suit? Love those shoes, too.

James Corden & Julia Carey

James and Julia were attired in bespoke BOSS. Love the pantsuit’s train.

Emma Chamberlain

Emma wears a bespoke Courrèges suit with train. The look is off by a mile.

Robert Soros & Jamie Singer Soros

Ms. Soros was dressed in bespoke Sergio Hudson. Positively love the colour, though, the hat is a bit large for an indoor evening event – at least in that colour.

Gale Brewer

New York City council member wore an appropriately dire ensemble.

Harry & Jill Kargman

Love his velvet smoking and her delicate netting and gloves… all in the details to be sure!

Freen Sarocha

Love the fur trim on this bespoke Valentino; however, the stockings are both garish and passé. A column skirt, even one with train, would have worked much better. The pink bow, though, is a gorgeous detail.

Giovanna Battaglia Englebert & Sora Choi

Sora obviously wears a Swarovski design. Love the pale blue on this very busy design.

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Gonna Have A Gay Ole Time in Rio!

Peter Allen – I Go to Rio 1976

That’s right, for this old earth that we so love, we are gonna shoot the jizz in Brasil! We are gonna have us a Gay ole time at the SolarJizz Gala. Without doubt, #peggalicious and his *BAC posse are going to have a riotous time of debauched late night man-on-man loving, whether at Ipanema or Abricó beach. This will be the moving-centred aggressive-sexed one’s liberation and coming out romp through the country that annually hosts the world’s largest Gay Pride parade.

Catherine at Her Most Radiant

If the murmurs are to prove true, in due course, and the Waleses are to be officially divorced, let’s just take this time to salute Catherine. Let me make it perfectly clear, your first impressions matter, though, your opinions of someone’s actions in due course prove them unsavoury. The fact is that in the first minute of this video except from TRH The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s wedding in 2011, one was readily enamoured with Catherine and completely enthralled by her intoxicating allure. What is a woman at her wedding but a Queen being crowned, even Baron Richard Chartres, Bishop of London said as much that day. Look at Catherine’s eyes, she is utterly radiant and magical. It was the most sublime theatre. Catherine has always had great power in her projection of her Michael overleaves, her role in essence and who she has been reincarnationally in the British monarchy. Pupils fully dilated, Catherine was most ravishing.

Catherine in the late 14th century was Mary du Bohun, first wife and Queen of King Henry IV’s. She died during childbirth with Philippa, who became Queen of Denmark, Norway and Sweden. Henry IV is currently, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales and her daughter, whom she did not know in that life, is currently her firstborn, HRH Prince George of Wales. Prince George is a fourth Mature King, and his closeness to his father is as much to do with a rich past-life history as it does William’s responsibility to groom Prince George to be sovereign in due course.

Catherine Snubs William

Not only are Catherine and William task companions, but she is a warrior soul to his scholar soul; they are also mature souls, which is beset by tempestuous emotionality and drama. There are two soul bonds that are most trying, yet the most compelling, that of task companions and essence twins. It is the one soul to whom you are most intensely bonded each time you encounter regardless the outward relationship when incarnate. Famous essence twins were Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, which is why they remarried and had such a volatile relationship. Essence twins are consumed with each other, especially when in a physical/romantic relationship to the exclusion of all others in their lives, especially so children. Less intense, but by no means not intense, is the relationship of task companions. Catherine is a fifth mature warrior and William and sixth mature scholar.

Regardless their sex, a warrior is always the dominant partner in any relationship whether as lovers, parent/child, friend/foe. Catherine having an energy body of 9 makes her steely and formidable foe for William or anyone. In the GIF above, William is being submissive to Catherine and his goal of acceptance plus is energy body of three (peacemaker, gracious, tactful, but archly manipulative, duplicitous when negatively focussed) is dowsed by Catherine’s brittle 9 energy body. Catherine’s mindset of 1 leaves her ruggedly individualistic and not given to be ‘out there’ or ‘on.’ Persons with 1 mindset are not social butterflies and would prefer nothing better than to stay indoors and let the world “go fuck right off” – this is why Catherine was dubbed ‘Princess Do-Little by The Late Queen Elizabeth II. Catherine is a warrior and knows her power. As of July 22, 20213, she became the most powerful woman in the House of Windsor, even more so than The Queen – she became future king mother.

Get Off Me!

As the preceding clip validates, William with his 9 mindset is quite capable of giving as good as he gets. 9 energy is about being fault-finding, nitpicking, difficult, snobbish, boorish, shit-disturbing, obstreperous. It is virtually impossible to cohabit with a person who is 9 energy anything, however, when you have a couple who both have 9 in their numerology and they happen to be task companions, you can expect nothing but prickly, combustible relations at least once per week. 9 energy is simply exhausting. It has not been easy for Catherine, but she is a warrior and will always give as good as she gets. Task companions, even if they mate for life, will at some point have to live separately to avoid destroying each other or simply imploding of exhaustion. In the case of Catherine and William they each need an ‘out’ from each other; how they manage to, is their business. However, it is plain to see that William has had enough of putting up with shit; he was simply not brought up to take shit from anyone.

There has been serious disruption in their relationship and it is hard to know whether she suffered a breakdown when slapped with a demand for a separation or divorce; perhaps King Charles simply wants them not to make his waning years wrought with the same drama that plagued his mum’s reign as he fought and destroyed, in tandem with Queen Camilla, Diana, Princess of Wales’s life. Ultimately, William is the product of a divorce, so he may well see himself entitled to walk away from a problem marriage just as much as his father did. Too, there is the matter of his being heir and having the right to dispense with a wife, if he’s had enough. William is the principal and whatever he does, the kingdom with slavishly obey and support him in his wishes.

Easter Sunday 2025 Royal Family St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle

There were two lies widely disseminated about the Waleses not being in attendance at Easter Sunday service, 2025. William does not like going to church. The Waleses chose to spend Easter with Catherine’s family in Bucklebury. Naturally, after having been exposed for being on their second skiing holiday weeks earlier, the Waleses nor their gutter press henchmen could not speciously allege that they were away, owing to Catherine’s cancer recovery, leaving her a bit under the weather. Her sister, Philippa Matthews has already outed Catherine’s cancer fakery by stating to the press that Catherine has not been ill in the traditional sense. Hours later, Catherine’s sister Philippa’s remarks disappeared from the press. Naturally, William has recently consulted the legal firm which his late mother, whom he dismissed as paranoid, Diana, Princess of Wales’s employed during her divorce. Of course, Catherine has not attended the last two state banquets as separated or divorced royals can no longer wear tiaras.

Drunk and barefooted in Courchevel. Skiing cancer break. Predatory in Birmingham

Second skiing trip of the year, in between which was a jaunt to Mustique for the cancer-faker to sun herself and not give a damn about the little people. I just don’t get how The Waleses have such open contempt for the kingdom. Stop making excuses for William stating that he did not attend Easter Sunday service 2025 because he does not like going to church. That is his duty as heir and future sovereign as Supreme Governor of the Church of England. Granted that Easter Sunday service is classified as a family event; however, both Sovereign and heir have attended for the optics of it. Let’s also not forget that William is not a cancer sufferer, despite how gaunt and god awful he looks on meeting Trump at the Paris embassy in December, 2025, which is more likely due to his alcoholism. However, if as Poland and Vladimir Putin have openly stated that they know that Charles is not William’s father, even going so far as to state that his father is 4th Baron Rothschild, that would certainly explain his disinterest in having to attend church services. I might also add, there is much credence given to those claims when William bears an uncanny resemblance to a famous Canadian Ashkenazy film industry professional’s son.

Mere Milquetoast William Brusquely Dismissed by the Felon Boor

Just look at the way the lightweight, royal poseur and as claimed, interloper, is dismissed and shoved out of the way by the felon, who has evaded justice thanks to the power of racism in America. William is gaunt, looks unwell or it may well be that he’s just a damn drunk. As ever, the energy body of 3, has him do his studied hand-clasping routine to no effect as Trump knows that there is no one more important than himself, positively no one. All the world is a stage, indeed, and at that level of society there are no secrets. Trump would turn on William in a nanosecond if it suited his agendum at the moment. William has no cache; he’s built up no capital as a statesman. He has kept his sniffing, twitchy interloper ghoulish hide in the wings, too afraid and unaware of the bigger picture to ever venture centre stage.

Trump, Macron, Zelensky. No William

The Daily Mail’s specious assertions that William at Pope Francis’s funeral proved himself an elder statesman who had the forethought to bring Presidents Trump and Volodymyr Zelensky together, is pure sophistry. William was never present and why would he be, all three men do not waste their time, thinking of William as a statesman; William is not. The thing about all 3 energy body persons is that they are also the most charming, totally superficial and polished operators. To the core, though, they are each one, the most backstabbing duplicitous and manipulative energy body you’ll ever encounter. To be sure, the most dominant statesman with the keenest, shrewdest intellect is Macron. Notice that he declined shaking Trump’s hand. Macron knows that Trump is a damn fool and a menace. Macron shook Zelensky’s hand to remind him not to take the fool seriously and that no matter what, those who matter have Zelensky’s back, not Trump. Trump is energy body of 5 – liar, fool, crazy and dangerous. Zelensky is energy body of 7 – amoral, cutthroat and survivalist. Marcon is energy body of 3, the most ruthless, strategic, and purposeful assassin of the lot.

King George V has the exact same numerology as Prince William. Added to all, that William is a sixth mature Scholar soul who is moving centred. This is someone who not only screams and is difficult in the extreme, the saying shoots first then asks later, is endemic of persons who are moving centred. This, of course, was borne out in Prince Harry’s SPARE when he told of the kitchen incident at Nottingham Cottage when William confronted Harry, assaulted him, shoved him to the floor then quickly recoiled afterwards and demanded that he not speak about it to Meghan. The incident validates exactly what someone who is 3 energy bodied and moving centred would do in such a situation. Also, William has a goal of acceptance, in the positive pole, these are the kindest, gentlest most loving persons; however, in the negative pole, they slip to its opposite goal of Rejection and do just that with everyone… everything. William when encountered in dreams is always focussed in his goal of acceptance. William, though, is a scholar soul and there are more assassins, bullies, executioners, gangsters, serial killers who are scholars than not – they do not do emotions. They simply do not care. Queen Camilla is also a scholar soul, which explains why she was so driven and obsessed with stalking and literally driving Diana, Princess of Wales out of her life. In this life, William has chosen a goal of acceptance to temper his innate inability to care, give a damn and not be arrogant as all hell. Obviously, one of the reasons why he has a drinking problem is because he is so rarely focussed in his goal of acceptance. All the ‘drama’ against the Sussexes is manipulated by him; he is excessive in the extreme. It does not help that he is on the spectrum as this would mean an almost diabolical obsession with Meghan as we see being played out. Unmistakably, William’s callous dismissal of Harry and his Black wife, is precisely like King George V’s response to the Romanovs, his relatives, “Let them eat lead!” In essence, William sees Harry with his Black wife and their son, Prince Archie, whom he dismissed by stating, “I’m already an uncle,” as much a liability for the House of Windsor’s image as George V saw the equally foreign, Russian relations, Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family. The specific combination of the four numbers 2, 3, 5 and 9 has the exact motivation and results for both King George V and Prince William, The Prince of Wales, which in their case is: 3.9.2 = 5.

Meghan: It’s Your Brother, I’m Not Going to Say Anything about Your Brother

Meghan, possessed of master number 11, displays a greater intellect than William or Catherine. With that statement by Meghan, “It’s your brother, I’m not going to say anything about your brother. It’s so obvious.” Meghan displays her mettle and her superior intellect. Meghan is more shrewd than any other member of the House of Windsor and they know it. She terrifies them, yet she has said nothing save elegantly state fact in the most poised manner before Oprah and the world. That interview is an historic document which will be celebrated, in time, for what a master strategist Meghan is. She was after all the Tudor matriarch, Margaret Beaufort, mother of King Henry VII, grandmother of King Henry VIII and great grandmother of Queen Elizabeth I.

Paris Match April 2, 2025 Edition

Another display of William’s controlling, duplicitous energy body of 3 on display occurred when this exposé of him and family on their second skiing holiday of 2025 appeared. This, of course, occurred weeks after they had been to Mustique; she, cancer-faker Catherine, likely laid around in the sun, being thermoregulatory aka sunbathing – reptilian that she is, and likely without a hat. I know of no one with cancer who goes skiing twice in as many months with a sunbathing holiday thrown in for relief. William has been incandescent with rage and threatened legal action for the French publication having invaded his privacy.

Catherine Visits with Scouts

Naturally, this was good for the idle arrogant principals to have released an old video of #sportykate getting down with the Scouts. Purely PR, the scout visit video dropped a week after the Paris Match exposé, though, the visit had occurred the month prior. That’s right, nothing to see here, move along and go lynch the #yank. What these not very bright third-tier pantomime players do not realise, is that in releasing this tawdry video in response to the Paris Match exposé, proves that Catherine has not been sick with cancer. Her sick subplot has been about buying her damage repair and an overhaul of her image, in response to the racist royals exposé in Omid Scobie’s Endgame.

Cancer-Stricken Catherine Initiates Kiss with Female Wimbledon Champion 2024

When you need an excuse to counter why you have refused to tour predominantly Black Commonwealth nations in Africa, you make it so that you are too ill to even do a full schedule of royal engagements within the kingdom. Post disappearing act, the pantomime’s thermoregulatory reptilian, Catherine, now does Trooping the Colour, St. Patrick’s Day, Remembrance Sunday and her wishy-washy Christmas Carol nonsense, which unsurprisingly is about as engaging as she is charismatic.

Going to Rio!

Having launched a not too successful hostile takeover of Sentebale, along comes #peggalicious drunkenly flexing. With an obligatory Black woman in the announcement, fiendishly the Windsor interloper gloats at his latest attack on Harry’s superior accomplishments as he announces his latest vanity venture, which is truly an ode to folie de grandeur.

Darlings Sip Your Tea

As the drunken interloper can’t for a nanosecond stop obsessing over Meghan, the wayward bastard has sprung for more drama. That’s right, the 9 mindset and that drama-crazed 5 fourth number lusts for more than just debauched sex; it also wants revenge against the Negro Yank that dare try to enter the Guglielean court. Absolutely not! Under no circumstances is the fourth baron’s bastard suffering any such indignity… just imagine the Vesuvian screams every time that delicate, spectrum fare #peggalicious experiences at the thought of Meghan, let alone Meghan failing to be bothered by his lunatic existence, after having very firmly, a tone filled with rumbling tectonics, stating, “If you don’t mind, keep your finger from my face…”

Lizard-Lipped Hillbilly

So like a loyal sex slave, with the sort of pretty Jo-Beth Vance eyes, to be bearded and moustachioed; all the better to tickle the rim with bristly stubble. This grovelling nez brun, like pure white Texas calla lily, has the flute of its two major orifices – anus and mouth – stuffed and pegged good by fingers, fist and cock as the Guglielean court has taken febrile debauched shape. There is positively nothing about this no-chinned, snivelling kiss-ass that says that he did not spend his youth in America, passionately consumed with racially predatory animus towards Blacks. Finally at the ass-sniffing Guglielean court, he’s flowered into quite the malodorous specimen; indeed, this is no mere calla lily, he’s nothing but a stinking, showy agave Americana. The easiest thing for the White tribe to do, in their obsession with Blacks, is tell a lie and readily, they’ve long assumed that it will be either believed or true for saying so.

Gay Ole Brasileiro

That’s right, girlfriend, you take the Guglielean court’s harem of *BAC and go to Rio and have yourselves a Gay ole time. Thermoregulating your reptilian, no-calved, flat-assed, clit-nosed, lizard-lipped melanin-deficient freakdom at Ipanema then partying long into the night, pegged, bothered whilst having a well-fisted drunken, wasted time of it after the SolarJizz prize, is ultimately where it is at. Darling long before you reincarnated cum interloper, we’ve been there, done that… you are neither a mystery nor are we fooled. Go on, Jacob Lusk, take us to church and sing these tired fools to the back of the bathhouse…

Bennie and the Jets by Jacob Lusk Library of Congress Gershwin Prize
São Paulo Gay Pride. Brasil…

That’s right, flying down to Rio, in the country with the largest Gay Pride parade, if not the planet’s largest Gay population. Though it is now impossible to find, back in 2023, there was a revelatory video of #peggalicious at SolarJizz in Singapore where he had a member of his entourage who was seen walking a few paces ahead, energetically get the attendant crowds to start screaming, clapping and going into sycophantic meltdown as the charisma-challenged interloper approached.

Adrienne Warren TINA The Musical Royal Variety Performance 2018

Not only was this a great performance – those chops, but Harry & Meghan were the royals in attendance that night in November, 2018. I could not manage a ticket to the Aldwych Theatre production when visiting in November, 2018; I would love to have seen her commanding performance.

Prince Andrew, Duke of York 19.2.1960 Year of the Rat 1.3.1 = 5

Well, what have we here, on the magnificent day of the funeral of Pope Francis – a truly beautiful and unsurpassed affair, Andrew was suddenly uppermost in everyone’s consciousness. It was only the weekend prior that the delusional boor was front and centre at the Easter Sunday service at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor. Perhaps, this was an attempt to rehabilitate his image and welcome him back into the royal fold; however, a week later the tide has definitely turned. Rather conveniently, the suicide of the American trafficked by Jeffrey Epstein with an unsavoury and undeniable association to Andrew had suicide. Certainly, it all stinks and it was HLM, Queen Elizabeth II who paid off the trafficked American woman 13£m.

Palais des Festivals, Cannes

What was to be expected was that product of 182 years of reparations to Britons for the financial blow to them, for having mightily profited from the enslavement of Blacks, to raise her rear right leg and engage in classist condescension. True to form, there was viscomtesse Victorianus de Herpees copping hauteur and feigning compassion about the trafficked American’s suicide, which without doubt does not pass the sniff test. Of course, one could expect nothing less from the Cannes Festival yacht-hopping zombie. To look at it, you just know that like a urinal in a high-trafficked, very cruisy washroom, it’s perpetually pissed on and full of cum. Enough about bipedal urinals. How exactly are the Fleet Street abattoir hacks and the senior royals going to address this obvious wrinkle in Andrew’s rehabilitation? What new plot twist next for the macabre pantomime?

Reptilian humanoids from Luigi Serafini’s Codex Seraphinianus

It is abundantly clear to those who choose to perceive that some are decidedly not like us. They who thermoregulate are remarkably queer. They are also clearly of reptilian stock, which is why they are consumed with thermoregulating; it is in their genes. The too-short arms, the legs sans calves, the smell, the thin reptilian lips and the need to be ever focussed in the reptilian brain stem – violent, predatory… indeed, cannibalistic.

Naomi Campbell Met Gala 2019

May 2019, After Meghan wedded Prince Harry and became the first Black royal in the House of Windsor, Pierpaolo Piccioli had Naomi star in his stunning campaign that year, which predominantly featured Black models for the Valentino haute couture show. It was stunning. So then look at the old reptilian Hollywood casting couch worker in back, hissing away. Desperately, she is trying to get into the shot but she knows Naomi will have none of it, and why should she? All that casket fugitive had ever done was banged what few Straight actors there were in Hollywood, most notably Warren Beatty, yet he still never her had her star in any of his films. Fast forwards a couple of years and there is the clit-nosed thermoregulating reptilian – they with the skin that does not fare too well with age (ew) and she is out front hissing and lynching Meghan at every opportunity. Notice the way she flicks the fan because, how dare ‘she’ Naomi, get all that attention when she is nothing more than those of enslaved stock. Work that fan, you blasted oxygen thief. Go on, your shadow’s tired of your reflection in the mirror, it’s warming your casket.

Leopold 9.4.1835 Year of the Goat 9.4.3 = 7. Catherine 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4

One of the hallmarks of persons with an energy body of 9, is that they are incredibly racist… regardless of race. 9 energy body persons are ruthless, cold, sadistic, vengeful and given to being violent, bullying. Of course, one only ever hears of Meghan being bullying, which is truly all about #peggalicious and his #mumblelina beard projecting like mad. Leopold II was not only racist but he went to great lengths to make sure that there were no historical ambiguities about his racist convictions. As future King Mother, Catherine too is possessed of immense power and given her chance to flex her reptilian claws, well of course she would readily do so. After all, it is not as though Meghan were of Jewish heritage… far from it. Moreover, Catherine and Leopold II have three numbers in common. If you want to know what Leopold II was like to some degree but not exactingly so, as they do not have the same numbers in same positions as George V & Prince William, take a keen look at Catherine. Both Catherine and Leopold II have/had 9 and 3 in the same position with the third number they share, 4, in different positions but they numerologically are/were rather similar.

TRH Prince & Princess of Wales, William & Catherine

Not for a second does one forget or cut these two slack for their racially predatory ugliness towards not just Meghan, but Harry too. The magic, theatre and allure that was a royal wedding – that once in a generation spectacle that we had last witnessed with Charles and Diana, was upon us, 14 years ago. Now here was a brunette, with sparkling eyes and radiant smile with a long, delicate neck. She was, at her wedding, perfection in her Alexander McQueen haute couture; she glowed and was ravishing on April 29, 2011 – the feast day of St. Catherine of Siena. Then, from the start in the carriage ride to Buckingham Palace from William initially sitting incorrectly, to not waiting until Catherine was sat before doing so, but they rowed all the way down the mall to Buckingham Palace. This is the push-pull nature of the task companion relationship. They have been openly hostile towards each other; they are both possessed of 9 energy and do not give a damn what their public displays look like. So on the occasion of their fourteenth wedding anniversary, not only is the cancer-stricken Catherine been on two skiing trips this year, but she has also been to indulge in some reptilian thermoregulating in Mustique, but now here she is openly drinking in public. No other royal woman has been more photographed not just with drink in hand but openly drinking than Catherine. Catherine is, among other things, a drunk – thereby discrediting the notion that she has been cancer-stricken all this time. They are, fourteen years on, not close. William hands are always clasped and never engaging her. Even when they were stood with backs to the camera, in the money shot, William chose to look down rather than at her or with head lovingly, protectively leaning in towards her.

BBC Royal Wedding of TRH Duke & Duchess of Cambridge, William and Catherine

As I am a keen observer of human behaviour and also a hopeless romantic, at least thrice annually, I look at the Cambridges’ wedding. Similarly, I do the same for TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussexes’ wedding. Weddings are a beautiful human ritual; these royal weddings are also about observing human inter-dynamics, society and Britain’s class system. Regardless the strained relations between both royal brothers and their families, they are still Diana, Princess of Wales’s sons and for that reason, I will never tire, looking at both their weddings and, beyond their flaws, not see the beauty of their late mum in them. Watching their weddings always reminds me how much, Diana, Princess of Wales was a positive force in the world. Do not ever forget what Harry said to Oprah, and in this case, William does not get to get away, leave from the woman who stalked his mother, broke up her marriage and caused unimaginable pain – the pain of betrayal which William has been left to re-enact with his brother, Harry.

Ella Fitzgerald LIVE in Sweden. 1963

Ella Fitzgerald – Vocals

Don Abney – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Jo Jones – Drums

Herb Ellis – Guitar

Roy Eldridge – Trumpet

Oscar Peterson – Piano

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*BAC – backward-pussied, ass-eating, cocksuckers, of which #Peggalicious’s posse includes the foxy but straight-acting, Christian type, The Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk, Jaysun Nuffnuff – the chinless hillbilly fabulist, Jasmine middlebottom, the aggressive bottom retriever. There are others, of course, but they all have this much in common – they are all dark-haired, favour beards, moustaches and are passionately obsessed with dining out en derrière.

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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William-Arthur Is Relentlessly Obsessed.

Always pay attention to the numbers. Without fail, someone with 5 in the fourth position will bring on scandal with a fair dash of infamy, disruption, lies and vindictiveness; it is the mark of the saboteur/saboteuse. Who exactly is this woman? Well, she is an MBE, who has worked with both Trevor Phillips – that kept Negro of marked racial animus towards Blacks and, of course, she also knows Iain Rawlinson, who has since morphed into the vacuum at Sentebale, created in the wake of Baroness Chalker of Wallasey, Princes Seeiso of Lesotho & Harry, The Duke of Sussex having left. In short, she has completed her task of a hostile takeover of Harry’s charity, Sentebale, which shows up William for his laziness and its success only further rattles William’s cage.

#kittydominatrix #peggalicious #littlegrovellingbastardshabbosgoy #fuglyduchess

Like a handpicked animated blackamoor brooch, Sophie was #pegglicious’s agent saboteuse with pushover #kiltchaser’s tacit approval, chosen to eclipse any notion of racism – so terribly typical of your common racist boors. But make no mistakes about it, #peggalicious & #kiltchaser both have third and fourth numbers in common: 2 and 5, and that means that they are catty, vicious, gossipy, vengeful, petty as all fuck and, of course, debauched.

Both men have 2 in the third position and 5 in the fourth. Like Prince Andrew, that 5 in the fourth position means sexual infamy, sexual scandal, debauchery and an obsessive need for excess, drama and vengeance. Never forget that Her Late Gracious Queen Elizabeth II, in the last decade of her life, was merely a figurehead, but chiefly it was a regency. Her son was so reputationally damaged – affair, divorce, and savage extermination of Diana, Princess of Wales – that he could never have been named as regent. Make no mistake, it was the #littlegrovellingbastard who cut off the security and funding in February 2020, in tandem with a likely bullying #peggalicious. Never forget that as Prince Harry stated in SPARE, The Late Queen simply remained silent and observant during the Sandringham Summit where #peggedandbothered and the #closetedkilkchaser hissed, screamed and ejected Harry from the royal family… for having disgraced the family by marrying the descendant of Yanks, what’s worse… enslaved Yanks!

That is the energy of 5 in the fourth position. It is about debauchery and Sado-Masochism. In the case of #kiltchaser and his wingman #peggedandbothered. These are people who get off on being bullying, predatory, which has been fostered by the arch entitlement afforded them by their position of birth within the House of Windsor. They are ever focussed on stirring the pot, kicking up drama and relentlessly going after whomever they deem weak and the enemy. Though the British Media act as though the only royals who exist and worthy of being solely focussed on, in a campaign of misogynoir never before seen, that being Meghan and Harry, there is a great deal about #peggalicious and #kiltchaser that is more than a little newsworthy.

Charity Polo for Sentebale, Sophie Chandauka

This woman, Sophie Chandauka, is on a campaign designed by both racists #kiltchaser and #peggalicious. They are hellbent on sabotaging Harry and Meghan’s life outside the firm. Sophie was brought into Sentebale in 2023. That same November, 2023, at the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at The Royal Albert Hall, there was a tribute to the Invictus Games and the invaluable work that the charity does for veterans and their families. Not once throughout was there an image or mention of Prince Harry present in the tribute. Both obsessed, vengeful, petty racist boors, #peggalicious and #kilkchaser, sat there looking at that tribute, knowing damn well that it was the latest launch in their campaign to destroy Harry and Meghan… their lives, their marriage, their work.

Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance, 2023

At the 26th minute of the festival, the tribute to the Invictus Games commences. Not once, is Prince Harry mentioned and there is no photograph or film clip of him. It is as though the Invictus Games are a royal family product and since Harry was removed as a working royal, they was therefore no need for him to be in any way associated with the Invictus Games tribute being presented before racists #kilkchaser and #peggalicious. Of course, they sat there knowing that their loyal pickaninny, Sophie, was embedded at Sentebale and in due course would set off a bomb, in the multiple-pronged campaign against Harry and Meghan.

Openly racist boors at Harry & Meghan’s wedding

Their 2 in the third position is a telling insight, as 2 in the negative is about being petty, gossipy, meanspirited, vindictive and holding grudges for decades where others would not ever once revisit. This duo work in tandem and as a result, Harry & Meghan were evicted from Frogmore Cottage, after having renovated it and had to walk away without their 5k£ copper bathtub. Thanks to these two meanspirited, petty racist boors, there continues a relentless campaign in the British Media of daily articles inciting misogynoir against Meghan and open anti-Black racism, all the while at every opportunity, rushing to speak up against the rise in anti-Semitism. They, #peggalicioius and #kiltchaser, were behind Thomas Markle Sr. speaking to Australian media, in a bid to discredit Meghan – LIVE on-air Thomas Markle Sr. admitted as much. Further the little #texanbottomfeeder was put up to lying against Meghan in court and again on the eve of “With Love, Meghan” on Netflix, he raised his phlegmy-looking chinless mug on 60 Minutes Australia in yet another futile bid to discredit and impede Meghan’s success. Meghan was told to stay away from Balmoral because clearly, she worked some voodoo on Her Late Majesty for her to have sanctioned Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Of course, it was likely an excuse to have Meghan alone minus Harry so that the #hissingdominatrix could have a go at Meghan. Without doubt, #peggalicious was behind that decision and he saw to it that Andrew went to Balmoral with him with his brother, Harry, left behind to charter a flight of his own; by the time Harry made it to Balmoral, the #slitheringbuttpluggedninny had already taken off.

Charlotte, George & Louis

As future King Mother, Catherine has always been more powerful than even her husband. She is the mother of a future Sovereign. She knows her importance; that is why no one could have made her report to Balmoral when The Queen passed. This action spoke to her power; it also spoke to how difficult she is with an energy body of 9. She clearly did not enjoy ease of relations with Her Late Majesty, The Queen and she sought then to exercise her power. It was, though an error. Catherine did not have the right to deny Prince George and also the very mature Charlotte from reporting to Balmoral; although, this was ultimately a decision made by #peggalicious as he would not have wanted George to interact with Harry. As future Sovereign long after his parents are gone, Prince George aka King George VII’s grandkids are never going to learn from him, what it was like when he saw his great grandmother on her death bed. The Queen was the most remarkable sovereign, possibly ever, and this would have been an historical and important ritual for Prince George to have partaken of. Their lives are totally devoted to service and not private at a time of the passing of a monarch. Death like birth is a natural part of life; at 9 years old, Prince George was sufficiently old and mature that he should have been allowed those moments with the departed, beloved 41st monarch.

Prince George at Coronation 2023

Mere months later and suddenly, Prince George was not too young to have attended the coronation. This, of course, was a coronation which as petty, racist boors would have it, took place on Prince Archie’s fourth birthday – again, likely it was proffered by #peggalicious whose reaction to the news of Archie’s birth was, “I already have a nephew.” This would mean that Meghan could not attend with both parents missing their son’s birthday. Everything staged and designed to punish Harry and make him know how he will never be forgiven for marrying the descendant of the enslaved; plus there was the matter of being outed in SPARE for their racist ugliness as hinted in the Oprah Interview in March, 2021. Never forget that during the Oprah interview, Meghan made the point of insisting of Catherine, “She is a good person.” Also, during the Harry & Meghan Netflix docuseries, Meghan threw her hands up and said, “It’s your brother! I am not going to say anything about your brother, but it’s so obvious,” with regards to a message on Harry’s phone, obviously from #peggalicious with regards the #chinlesstexanbottomfeeder interfering in the court case between Meghan v Daily Mail – the #peggalicious aligned mouthpiece of #ladyfuckamare.

Attending London Holocaust Memorial, 2025

The aggressive racial predator does what she wants; she is future king mother, the most powerful member of the House of Windsor, and has been since July 22, 2013. She could not more be bothered to attend The Late Queen’s passing at Balmoral than she could go on tour, in fourteen years of marriage, to any of the predominantly Black 19 Commonwealth nations in Africa. If you think that any of those 19 Commonwealth nations were Jewish that she would not have been multiple times by now, then you’ve not been paying attention. Trust you me, if The Late Queen were Jewish, Catherine would have reported to Balmoral with at least her two oldest children with her. Furthermore, she has not toured any of those 19 predominantly Black Commonwealth nations in Africa because #peggalicious does not give a living damn what it looks like; he hates Blacks and that’s that.

Omid Scobie. ENDGAME

Were it not for Omid Scobie – look at those Joan Crawford brows, and his delicious exposé, ENDGAME, the #gruesomefoursome would not suddenly need to add a new health crisis to the pantomime. As is to be expected of fourth number of 5, all drama, all the frigging time, the royals have just had to go to town to try and eclipse the charge of anti-Black racists. When did you ever see Queen Elizabeth II’s seventy-year reign beset with so much gossip, scandal and BS. #fattyfingers started the drama with his shenanigans with the #fuglyduchess and his deals with the #fourthbaron that produced a drama-prone bastard. To be sure, Diana threw herself down those stairs when she was likely told by the #littlegrovellingbastard and London’s favourite #shabbosgoy that she had been inseminated at High Grove and not by himself, and it was not whilst pregnant with Harry that she undertook to be no part of this dark affair – this, of course, was graphically enacted in a dream of intense lucidity with astral plane solidity.

This is a child with 2 & 5 who will become corrupted
D. Trump 14.6.1946 Year of the Dog 5.2.4 = 11

Notice that like the #littlegrovellingbastard and #peggalicious the felon has both 2 & 5 in his numerology. This is the signature of the spoilt brat, the drama queen and someone who is hellbent on being disruptive and seeking revenge at the cost of his kingdom. Always yapping and belittling the opposition – #sleepjoe,#crookedhillary, just as one sees the senior royals do to Harry and Meghan through their extensive network of media henchmen.

Can I hold Him

No matter what, #peggalicious does not care. He will stop at nothing to ruin Harry’s life. Harry cannot have all the fun. Harry cannot get to hold the bunny rabbit. Harry must not have a wife, Meghan, who is infinitely more emotionally intellect, articulate and charismatic than his regurgitating, mumbling, racist, drunken, dominatrix wife who cannot speak without engaging in a Willy and the hand jive routine. Most of all, as the little #conversobastard is so clearly of that ilk, under no circumstances will he tolerate Harry bringing a Black woman into the royal family. There have been 42 monarchs before him, yet #peggalicious acts as though he is protecting a bloodline from becoming sullied by Black blood when Queen Charlotte, King George III’s consort, was of Black heritage.

Well, of course, they would enlist a compromised Black in their hostile takeover of Sentebale. Sophie is corrupt, compromised and like them, she is possessed of 5 in her numerology and will definitely bring the kind of disruptive drama that will play well in the British tabloids. Sentebale is too good for Harry to have, besides it predates, as does Invictus Games, Earthjizz by long years. Under no circumstances can autocratic #peggalicious tolerate Harry and his successful endeavours. The same jealous, tantrum-prone #peggalicious in the two preceding clips is why this ‘scandal,’ which is pure fabrication on #kiltchaser and #peggalicious’s part, has unfolded. Blacks were disproportionately represented during the coronation on Archie’s birthday because, as ever, a guilty conscience needs no accuser. It’s all compensatory window dressing and nothing more.

Katt Williams 2.9.1971 Year of the Pig 2.2.2 = 6

First off, 2 in the first position – energy body means that Katt will have you howling; it is a gift we possess – I am 2.1.8 = 11. He is though a triple threat. He has three 2s, which means not only does he know the gossip on everyone, sooner or later, he will unload on everyone.

Liquored up Katt with his triple 2s did not come to play shy. This episode of Shannon Sharpe’s Club Shay Shay was the most cringeworthy, yet most delicious thing to watch. As a numerologist, I looked and watched Katt validate the very essence of his numbers with unwavering focussed accuracy. Not only does 2 know all the gossip but they are prepared when it suits them to unleash the beast, knowing the havoc it can create. Also, when 5 is added to two, which is not the case with Katt, it will use subterfuge, lies and exaggeration to amplify its warring campaign as is the case with Sophie, #peggalicious and #kiltchaser.

Mo’nique

Mo’nique 11.12.1967 Year of the Goat 2.5.1 = 8

Here’s another soul with energy body of 2. Lord do I know this territory; however, the purpose of life when you know your numbers, is to outgrow being focussed in their negative polarities. If Mo’nique lives to the age of 102, she will every opportunity she gets to cock-suck a mic, open her hippopotamus mouth and start bawling about how she was wronged by either Oprah Winfrey, Tyler Perry or both. Please just stop hugging cacti and move the fuck on already! With that 5 in her numerology, Mo’nique’s motivation for regurgitating Oprah & Tyler’s names every opportunity, is motivated by trying to incite animus towards both persons with whom she’s been professionally associated. Trust me, if her second number were 1, she would do no such thing when in public; she would revisit her grudge privately with a tight circle of persons whom she trusts and never otherwise. Her 5 is hoping to ensnare Tyler and Oprah in scandal, and to no avail, I might add.

Photo 1: Sophie Chandauka 1.3.1 = 5

Sophie is being used by the very controlling #peggalicious with 3.9.2 = 5 numerology and such persons are archly controlling. Sophie also has the same numerology as Prince Andrew, which is saying a lot about her character and why, like Andrew, she has burnt through funds at Sentebale. She is a scandal magnet and is being used to dispel any notion of racism; in fact, she is used just so that #kiltchaser and #peggalicious can counter the label of royal racists from the House of Sussex, tossing it right back at Harry & Meghan’s feet.

Photo 2: Prince Andrew 1.3.1 = 5

As we are all well aware, Andrew is notoriously autocratic, entitled, rude, controversial and given to scandal. The two 1s are indicative of an out of control ego, which is now emerging in the case of Sophie Chandauka. It is all about these scandal prone persons. Andrew, of course, is guilty as sin of his proclivities by his association with Jeffrey Epstein. You will not be surprised at the amount of royal born males who have a fourth number of 5; it allows them to be abusive, sexually debauched and given to excess, which in some cases can be admirable as in the case of King George IV who obsessively collected art. King Charles III in the positive expression of his fourth position of 5 collects, loves and is creatively focussed in the arts – painting, music, landscaping et al.

Photo 3: Diddy 4.6.4 = 5

Diddy with two 4s is a self-made man. He also is exceptionally debauched. What men like him and others always fail to remember on becoming fabulously famous and wealthy, is that they are held to a different standard for being Black. They will be more begrudged, hated and will more readily be the subject of scandal and face ruination, simply because of the racist state of the world and, truth be told, there’ll always be some jealous Black person who will be ever quick to ‘run tell massa,’ and get a brother in no end of trouble. This does not give them license to be corrupt and abuse anyone; however, such is both the state of the world and human nature.

Photo 4: King George IV 3.2.9 = 5

King George IV had a most violent relationship with his wife, Caroline of Brunswick, 8.4.8 = 2, who found herself in the midst of scandal when being taken to court for adultery, fourth number of 2. Interestingly, Catherine has three numbers in common with King George IV; this is interesting because George IV was known for having a very loud, disputatious marriage with his wife Caroline, which was his 9 being triggered. Caroline would have loathed his profligate spending and mismanagement of funds – fourth number of 5, as is the case with Prince Andrew of York. Both William and Catherine have 9 in their numerology. As Catherine has a need for power and is in perseverance mode, she triggers William and will ultimately win any fight they have, she can be louder than him and more violent-tongued than him, because she is also a warrior soul and fighting is foreplay and warriors always win. Full stop! Most of all, Catherine and William are task companions – a relationship at the level of soul that is most intense to the exclusion of others in their orbit.

Photo 5: Mohamed Al-Fayed 9.1.4 = 5

That placement of 5 would bring on the scandal of his son Dodi Al-Fayed and Diana, Princess of Wales having been murdered. His lifelong crusade to prove the point, was scandalous in itself. Moreover, since his passing, for having threatened the establishment, his name is now further scandalised as claims of sexual impropriety have surfaced. 9 energy body, like Catherine means a strong-willed difficult customer, all of which is added to by his mindset of 1. Domineering! Also, energy body of 9 usually is found in the numerology of the parvenu which is certainly true of both Catherine and Mohamed; in the case of the former, this is why the tabloid keep referring to her as Kate Middleton! Moreover, both energy body of 9 and 5 are highly sexed individuals which can also leave them fairly combative customers when not sexually focussed.

Photo 6: King George V 3.9.2 = 5

George V had the exact same numerology as does William. All the rejection of Meghan and campaign to ruin Harry & Meghan’s marriage and success outside the royal family, is owing to that 5, 9 and 2. The 2 and 5 combination signifies someone who is fiendishly obsessed with controlling the narrative and eliminating anything and anyone that could mar the family name and integrity as they see it. This is why King George V betrayed his Romanov relatives and callously had them murdered rather than have them relocate to the United Kingdom where they could possibly be perceived as a distraction and source of scandal to his monarchy. As a result, for George V, the Romanovs would have proven too great a threat and thereby possibly provoke republican sentiments. Additionally, the need to change the family name from Saxe-Coburg and Gotha to Windsor, is again the controlling aspect of 2 & 5. William’s current campaign to destroy Harry by way of hostile takeover of Sentebale and going after the Invictus Games – as per the RBL Festival of Remembrance in 2023, is in keeping with the behaviour of King George V when challenged by anything that would scandalise his reign. Similarly, though his controlling nature caused George V to have emerged void of sexual scandal, there is a strong likelihood that he would have had male lovers or at least regular same-sex sexual liaisons. His controlling 2 and 5 would have left that aspect of his life well concealed and that is precisely why brother, Prince Albert Victor, The Duke of Clarence and Avondale suffered sexual scandal. I am firmly convinced that Albert Victor’s sexual outing was deliberate and he was sacrificed so as to cover up his brother, King George V’s own homosexual proclivities. Try as one might, it is an open secret that #peggalicious’s penchant for butt plugs also betrays his pronounced same-sex proclivities, which his controlling 2 & 5 would go to great lengths to keep concealed.

Photo 7: Camilla, Queen Consort 8.6.9 = 5

Like William and Catherine, Camilla has 9 in her numerology; this number in the negative is about being snobbish, boorish and decidedly racist as has been dramatised before the world in their campaign against Meghan. 9, also means that she totally controls Charles and that 5, of course, betrays the scandal which has left him known in quarters among other things as the #tamponking. Who can forget Camilla including Jeremy Clarkson in her Christmas lunch at Mayfair’s Murano after he had recently penned that Op Ed in the Rupert Murdoch latrine, The Sun, in which he expressed his fantasies of Meghan being lynched. The royals do not hide their racial animus towards Blacks and it has become fully exposed with Meghan marrying Harry. Also, do not forget that a very big and real part of 5 in the fourth position, along with the sexual scandal, it leaves such persons predisposed to group sex, pansexuality, fetishistic sex, paedophilia, bestiality and even necrophilia. It can be said of the royals with 5 in the fourth position that they do have an appetite for that most delectable of meats, tangential cannibalism – as in the way they ravenously gourmandise on Meghan through their manipulation of the archly racist and obsequious British media.

Photo 8: King Charles III 5.7.2 = 5

There we see the 2 & 5 combination, which is all about being controlling, petty, jealous and archly vengeful. As per his close associations with known paedophiles, Jimmy Savile and Gary Glitter, plus who knows whom else, these dubious proclivities do satisfy Charles’s outré sexual focus. Again, like William and King George V, this man has a hyper controlling obsessive personality and will go to any length to conceal that which he deems no one’s damn business. Charles like William and George, his grandson, all have a goal of Acceptance, which is ‘the’ great goal and the love vibe. One can see ample displays of this in both Charles and William. Certainly, this is true of both persons when encountered in dreams, for rarely are one’s numerological vibration operative in dreams; however, the overleaves are more readily discerned and operative. Debauchery and greed and money issues are par for the course when 5 is the fourth number, as is the case with Prince Andrew. It is less so obvious with both Charles and William as they have access to Duchies of Cornwall and Lancaster funding, but their greed is pronounced. In the case of William that greed would be heightened by a parsimonious nature as per his 9 mindset, which is complemented by Catherine’s 9 energy body.

Photo 9: William The Prince of Wales 3.9.2 = 5

As is obvious, same numerology as King George V whose proclivities and private life one knows almost nothing about, owing to his controlling nature, thanks to that 2 & 5 placement. William, of course, like his father and firstborn has a goal of acceptance, which is the great goal. In his case, it is less on display as with his father; it is muted through his energy body of 3, which is all about being charmingly self-deprecating but that is not the same as a goal of acceptance. Incidentally, not only does William have a goal of acceptance like King Charles, but his mother, whom he has dismissed as having been mentally disturbed, also had a goal of acceptance. William is a jealous, suspicious individual and this is part of the reason why he is so obsessed with Meghan. Meghan, of course, has a goal of acceptance. William sees this as Meghan cosplaying his mum, in a bid to con her way into the monarchy. Of course, this is one of the excuses that William uses to justify his racism towards Meghan. Meghan is, however, the real McCoy. It is why she does not do drama or confrontation. Added to all that, Meghan has master number 11, which is the Midas touch which would threaten and terrify persons like Charles & William because it is the signature of superior intelligence, emotional intelligence and someone naturally prone to being loved. Incidentally, Donald Trump also has master number 11, which as with Meghan leaves him both intensely loved and despised; this without doubt is the case with Meghan. Charles, Catherine, Camilla and William think that their relentless campaign to demonise and vilify Meghan, will some day succeed; it never will with master number 11. One other noteworthy feature of William’s is that whenever he appears sat in dreams, his legs are always gather beneath him; this is the case with persons who are on the autism spectrum in the waking state. Also, persons who are on the autism spectrum tend towards having an almost perverse animus towards Blacks. In dreams there are no lies! And every dream encounter with Prince Harry, he is real, unpretentious and always without exception barefooted, even when on horseback. Though, Prince George of Wales does have 5 in the fourth position; it would be unfair and frankly irresponsible to say therefore he can be expected to turn out like his paternal great uncle, Prince Andrew.

Sentebale Charity Polo Trophy Photo Call

The polo photo call is tradition. The two opposing teams pose on the outside with the presenters, either male or female between the teams. Sophie enters the stage and walks with her back to the audience, which shows lack of awareness – one never turns the back on the audience… you are always on. Meghan, who is a seasoned acting professional, knows her mark and has previously been on the podium. Seeing Sophie’s error in standing between the players of Harry’s team, Meghan graciously invites her to come over where there was already space created to accommodate the three non-players. The other woman onstage, who took to the podium after Sophie then invited the latter to come stand in the middle of both her and Meghan. Good god, somehow in all of this purely natural and casual event where the unaware Sophie was at fault, Meghan has been vilified as being rude, bullying and unroyal. I’d much rather that Meghan be unroyal because that would mean not being a fucking racist, bullying, lying, entitled boor. Was the other woman also being rude to Sophie? No one was being rude to Sophie, save that with her two 1s, blind self-centredness, egotism, she just had to go walk and go stand where she damn well felt she must or could. It is called YouTube, not sure, looking at a few polo trophy presentations and you would see that the non-players are always stood between opposing teams. There is no there, there, despite how shrill ninnies like Charlotte Griffiths like to exaggerate about a perfectly innocuous incident. But at least Charlotte could be commended for having acknowledged that there is such a thing as misogynoir, if only because this was Sophie’s recent allegation against Prince Harry and not, incidentally Prince Seeiso, a Black man. However, far be it from either Lady Tittydown to have mentioned the word or for that matter the toe-tapping, minstrel Windsor lapdog who would never acknowledge the term misogynoir because, somehow, that would mean that Black women, most especially Meghan, would be singularly subjected to racial animus from bipedal lapdogs like him.

Dredging the East River Hunting for Diamond Studded Butt Plug

Seriously, since Harry and Meghan were kicked out of the royal family, chiefly by #peggalicious, what exactly has he been up to. He’s been on a number of trips to America, in a bid to rain on their parade. Of course, the moment he and the #edwardgoreyghoul were booed out of Boston, she’s not returned with him. How much time do you think he spends on his vanity project of ending homelessness when he could not give a damn about the ugly shame of being a slum landlord, who has done nothing to improve the living conditions of persons who let from him in the Duchy of Cornwall. He is archly lazy and too obsessed with competing against Harry, and Meghan, to have time for little else. Hell, he is even skipping out on attending BAFTA; to be fair, when he attended alone in 2024, no one gave a toss as he entered the auditorium which is precisely why he opted to go to Mustique this year – he is petty like that, much as one would expect of the dangerous, deranged orange clown who has taken the world hostage at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Earthjizz is a nothing burger which does not award the funds until the cited organisations are fully up and running and have proven themselves successful. Again, all show no substance; just a desperate need to fiercely compete with Harry and Meghan.

Can’t Keep His Hands Off

Look at predatory #peggalicious; he just can’t keep his hands off the pretty boy. Never mind Meghan, bullying Sophie out of the way. What about #peggalicious telling that woman to get out of the shot, throughout which he possessively kept his right hand on the back of the pretty boy. Not surprisingly, he ended up staying overnight in Birmingham, though he had been expected to return to London that day! All the while, the fiendishly controlling #peggalicious distracts the sheeple by having the bottom-feeder tabloid media relentlessly bay at Harry and Meghan some 5.4K miles away.

December 2020/Windsor Castle

The Queen within 2 years of her passing, wastes no time in dismissing William as the spoilt, racist nuisance that he is. Of course, equally as arrogant as his uncle, Prince Andrew and Charles – all with fourth number of 5, did not give a damn. He simply walked off whilst counting down the days to be rid of the ancient monarch. Her Late Majesty was the one person who could not only see through him, but she did not have to hold back and clearly in this particular interlude, did not waste time in dismissing him as mere milquetoast. The preceding parade alludes to the real visage behind the scenes. #peggalicious is the only senior royal who is moving-centred, such persons are inordinately sexually focussed and are also violently domineering and controlling. As with his poilued face in recent years, #peggalicious has a posse of equally bearded, goateed poseurs. Make no mistake about it, nothing is more exhilarating than bussy being roughly massaged by a poilu partner during anilingus. There is nothing vanilla about being a #peggedandbothered late mature scholar soul, who is moving-centred with his third and fourth numbers being 2 & 5.

Beyoncé Crazy in Love VH1 Fashion Rocks Royal Albert Hall, 2003

Look at our Queen, Beyoncé, own staid, stuffy, old London town!

As Ever Gift Package!
Queen

That’s right, like a Boss, that’s how our Queen Meghan be striding to the bank, ’cause she runs the world! $$$

Mia & Meghan Sussex…. Bliss

As ever, love wins…

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Johnny Coles – Trumpet

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As Ever!

I took the first flight out of Toronto & arrived early morning in Vancouver. Then walked the two blocks to BC Place stadium, well ahead of the 1300 start time. Having purchased multiple tickets, I took a tour of the stadium to decide on which seat to settle. I figured that since the stage in the round’s logo read I AM it would be right side up where The Duke & Duchess of Sussexes were sat. Sure enough, as the opening ceremonies got underway, everyone faced towards where I settled which was above the VIP suites wherein the Sussexes were sat. The CEO of Boeing gave a marvellous opening speech. Every single time that the Duke & Duchess appeared on the jumbotron everyone went wild with a group of ladies ahead of me screaming “Love you, Meghan!”

Harry & Meghan BC Place Invictus Games Opening Ceremony

The opening ceremony was so fabulous: athletes, bagpipes as ever won me over, Nelly Furtado, the giant ravens keeping the stadium free of pigeons, Katy Perry’s high octane performance and most of all Chris Martin and his groovy soulfulness. It was well worth the trip. As I had to dash back to Toronto and make hospital appointments with my spouse, I flew home the next day. Naturally, I had the same flight crew with one a really pleasant soul who as I crossed over the galley back to my seat interrupted, “Well, look at you, jetting in for the day and heading back?” “Well, of course, darling, you do know that sugar daddies are a thing!” to which we held hands and silently howled. He was a delightful human to have encountered on the journey.

2 Gwaai Edenshaws. Woman George Hawken. Savoy Lovers’ Knot. Night & Day Mandala

My two trusty Gwaai Edenshaw bracelets in silver. Woman artist proof lithograph by artist and lover George Hawken. Savoy lovers’ knot in copper, @prince.dimitri normally he designs it in 18K gold; however, as my pyramid is made of copper, I had him custom make a gorgeously elegant couple of bracelets in copper. Love the infinity/eight and there are three of them. The day I took possession, I was so happy to have both that I began listening and singing aloud to Lena Horne’s “Do Nothin’ Till You Hear from Me” album. I then went to my red-interiored bathroom and was stopped in my track to discover my aura fully expanded, buzzing and brilliantly realised. Talk about flying without moving! It was a most exhilarating moment of transcendence. The Night & Day mandala created by Merlin, of course, was for a lover who preceded me by lots. Of course that lover abandoned Merlin when Merlin brought home a very famous actor who fell hard for the exotic, Shigeru who was Eurasian – Japanese/Caucasian… one of the most beautiful humans I’ve ever met. That actor is world famous and I’ve seen the photos of him & Shigeru in various stages of undress, tumescence and chaleur… so there’s that – beard notwithstanding.

And just like that, I was returned to Vancouver for the closing ceremonies of the Invictus Games. Better hotel and lots more time and adventures! So glorious to have lived here in the ’90s. I will always have the best memories of this wonderful city, especially buying art and attending pow wows.

Look at our Queen, Meghan weaving her magic. © @meghan

Gosh by the time that this video dropped, I was so happy to have long booked my trips. Surely, I would have done so on seeing this and Meghan’s ecstatic return to social media.

As Ever… Checkmate!  © @meghan

This minute plus video is a masterclass in how the intellect of a person with master number 11 functions. We are strategic, deadly and will always win at any challenge. With those casually breezy words, all the detractors, the royals and their henchmen in the media were revealed to have lost. All along they’ve been playing checkers whilst Meghan’s been two moves ahead et voilà, checkmate! Now go sit your facile mind ass down. Meghan’s been playing chess all along and has as a business partner the world’s largest streaming service at all of 472$B, Netflx. But of course, there’s always been the firewall of Tyler Perry, Oprah, Nicole Avant and Netflix CEO Ted Sarandos, Nicole’s husband.

H & M © @meghan

No one laughs louder and more vulgarly than a master number 11 person when they have flayed the soul of some damn bothersome fool. All the gleeful talk of the racially predatory naysayers that Meghan was washed up and the Netflix deal is up this year and won’t be renewed. All but written off by all the little genocide denier equally racist boors on behalf of their three shabbos goy sponsors

World’s biggest cancer-faking shabbos goy.

The way that troika love kissing up and playing grovelling shabbos goys. There was the 4th Baron’s bastard’s shiksa with the five strand pearl necklace. The way she sublimated and kissed up fully validated just who made whom cry. She is never, ever this ‘human’ with any other group but those who have an ongoing open campaign of animus towards Blacks. Indeed, no fake, wild-eyed, rictus grinning here as she uncomfortably did throughout their Platinum Jubilee tour of Belize and the Caribbean.

Drag him!

Luckily for the triple ugly dog, I had returned to Toronto within 24 hours. Imagine the gall of this motherfucking fabulist showing up with press credentials after having issued a threat against Meghan on live TV, when stating, “It’s Meghan I’m after!” I would so have loved to have truly dragged him with vituperative panache. Keep Meghan’s name outta your fucking stinking mouth! Disproportionately, there are Jews who act as though Meghan were Hitler reincarnated as they bay, lie and incite anti-Black racism. He went all the way to Vancouver just so that he can tell more tall tales about two persons of whom he knows sweet fuck all.

A little snow never stopped any party.

Meghan!

One of the wonderful things about Meghan, Queen, Harry’s Rock and Doria’s flower is how routine it has become for British tabloids to photoshop her images to make her look slightly cockeyed, larger-nosed, crazy-eyed and bucktoothed. Yet, they still print more stories than conceivable, in their bid to try and destroy this strong Black woman. Of course, this is all under the direction of the four principals: Charles, Camilla, William & Catherine.

Catherine by George, Charlotte & Louis

Prince George’s portrait is of a cold, detached, straitjacketed, readily explosive Catherine. The severe nose and crazed eyes of Charlotte’s portrait betrays the portrait of Joan Crawford by her daughter in the biographical film of her adoptive mother, “Mommie Dearest.” Louis with his vibrant, kinetic energy body of five paints a most compelling portrait. It seems to depict whatever bloodied violence occurred that saw Catherine emerge months later sporting a severe scar over her left eye, which had never existed before. God knows it is not as though she declared that she had suffered from melanoma and had surgery. Either way, the cancer-faking charade was as ever more proof of the perpetual lies that spew from the principals of the kingdom.

Viewing stats from @Meghan
Invictus Games closing ceremony, Rogers Arena, Vancouver

Both Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex & Prime Minister, Justine Trudeau’s speeches were very rousing. I was really pleased to have been in attendance and witnessed the pride of the athletes and their families and supporters. The opening with moving speeches by four young ladies from First Nations communities was, for me, especially moving. Though it had been ages since having attended a Barenaked Ladies concert, it was a good vibe without Steven Page anchoring the group.

The day of my late flight out of Vancouver to Toronto, a Delta airline crash-landed at Toronto’s Pearson airport which had me hold up in Vancouver for a few more days. More time to go look at art, walk around the Lost Lagoon and shop for gorgeous jewellery and buy more art, of course.

H&M Love wins!

As ever, Meghan has H, Archie and Lilibet, her mom, her fur babies, and, of course, she has more than 475$B reason not to be focussed ever on the dissonant noise that comes from the rabid island kingdom.

Sing!

Here’s to life. Here’s to Meghan. Here’s to Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex on another successful Invictus Games. As ever, love wins!

Reunion Blues – Oscar Peterson Trio 1963

Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Ed Thigpen – Drums

Live in Sweden, 1963.

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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©2013-2025 Arvin da Brgha. All Rights Reserved.

K_’aax_ada awg_a

K_’aax_ada awg_a (Dogfish Mother)

Serigraph

27.5 x 22 Inches

Edition: 95/95

©2020 Tyson Brown (Iljuuwaas)

IG: @tysonisnotbrown

Provenance: The da Brgha Collection

It’s all here, ovoid, formline; Haida excellence and agedness of spirit, elegantly, masterfully expressed.

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Ray Charles & Betty Carter – Baby It’s Cold Outside.

Ray Charles – Vocals & Piano

Betty Carter – Vocals

ABC Records

©1961

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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©2013-2025 Arvin da Brgha. All Rights Reserved.

The Rat King!

Harry 40th Birthday Prince Harry and Here’s to Your Fifth Decade!

Windsor, Henry 15/9/1984 London, England

Michael: This feisty fragment is a fifth-level mature warrior – fourth life thereat – to his sixth-level mature brother, William.  Henry is in the power mode with a goal of growth.  A sceptic, Henry is in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Body type is Mars/Saturn. 

Henry’s primary chief feature is arrogance and the secondary stubbornness. 

The fragment Henry is first-cast in second cadence; he is a fragment of greater cadence three.  Henry’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418 – Henry is an entity mate of his paternal grandmother, HM Queen Elizabeth II. 

Henry’s essence twin is a warrior and he has a scholar task companion. 

Henry’s primary needs are: freedom, adventure and exchange. 

There are 9 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin. 

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: There is long standing rivalry between Catherine and this fragment. Fought in many wars together, 14 past lives of note between Catherine & Henry.

            1. This fragment was also present in the 13th century Khan lifetime as the first cousin of the scholar William. He (former Henry) was disruptive at best and had difficulty following orders with a primary chief feature of self destruction and a secondary of greed fixated on independence.

His (former Henry) view of his cousin’s preference of male company was negative at best, and he continues to have strong viewpoints of what he considers moral. Of course, at this time, Henry is working through 4th internal monad issues and has chosen a partner, Meghan, similar to his mother, the late Diana, Princess of Wales through efforts to provide protection that he was unable to do when he was young.

            The fragment who is now Catherine was a soldier (male) in the Khan lifetime who also disapproved of this warrior’s (Henry) behavior. Catherine was incidentally a lover of the fragment who is now William, hence the triangulation of this trio.

            We will concur here that there are many complexities between the principals in the royal family which is not unusual given their mature soul status at this time.

            2. This warrior and his previous relationship with the mature artisan Chelsy Davy of Southern African descent were married and ruled the island of Tonga during a constitutional crisis and reorganization in the 1800’s – King George Tupou I. His temperament was much calmer than it is today due to the choice of acceptance and stoic.

            3. Member of a large sailing expedition under the command of Cortés. Spanish. (former Henry) Was cast overboard when he refused to comply with implementing rules of conduct.  Died of hypothermia.

*Dec, 2023.

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Context: Coupled with his numerological two 6s, Harry is power mode and a sceptic. He is a very shrewd and deeply complex human. One thing that I have come to know, is that apart from the fact that all gap-toothed Whites having been Black in their immediate past life, when such persons have two such 6s, which has to do with being focussed on their familial iconography, such persons always display a deep affinity towards Blacks. The other prominent gap-toothed White with two 6s who has that abiding affinity towards Blacks is Madonna; they have major issues with familial iconography – Papa Don’t Preach, Like A Virgin, Like A Prayer et al. Madonna, of course, had been Blues/Jazz singer/songwriter, Bessie Smith. There are other famous gap-toothed Whites who were Black in their immediate past life, who are not necessarily focussed with Black culture as such. They are model and actress, Lauren Hutton and the riveting, handsome actor, Willem Dafoe. Harry’s affinity and deep empathy for Blacks is reflected in his having started Sentebale in Lesotho with Prince Seeiso of Lesotho. I will always remember seeing Harry dance in Jamaica and a friend with whom I watched TV before dinner, clapped, laughed and declared, “That Boy’s got soul!”

Ciccone, Madonna Aug 16 1958 Michigan

Now, for Madonna Louise Ciccone, who was also very well-known in her immediate past life, as Bessie Smith, the “Empress of the Blues.” 

This fragment was, in her most famous life, however, the composer of many madrigals and operas, the forerunner of today’s 12-tone compositions, Claudio Monteverdi. 

The voice has always been this warrior-cast sage’s favourite instrument, whether the fragment was writing for it or performing with it, but the fragment has also danced and acted on most of this world’s stages at one time or another. 

A consummate performer and a shrewd judge of the way the world works, this fragment likes nothing better than to know she has caused a shockwave to reverberate around the globe. 

Madonna Louise is a sixth level mature sage in the observation mode, with a goal of dominance, a cynic in the moving part of emotional centre. 

She has a Lunar/Venus body type. 

Madonna’s primary chief feature is arrogance, with a strong secondary of stubbornness. 

This fragment was third-cast in her cadence and her cadence is fifth in the greater cadence.  She is a member of entity six, cadre four, greater cadre 41, pod/node 414. 

A fragment of this entity recalls acting with the fragment who is now Madonna Louise on the Greek stage 1800 years ago and being completely in awe of his, at that time male, talent; also, at that time, this fragment was a seventh level young soul sage and the fragment of our entity was a sixth level old soul and a sage-cast king. 

We would not exactly brand Madonna Louise as androgynous, since she uses every feminine wile she can possibly bring to bear.  All three of these fragments: Madonna, Prince and Michael Jackson, have a very high percentage of yin energy as compared to yang energy. 

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I do believe that the channelled information touched on the life at sea with explorer Cortés for Prince Harry because it was also a reference to one of the 9 past-lives where we were known to each other. In this past-life dream in 1989, Prince Harry would have been not yet five years old and thus he was though vaguely familiar also not readily discernible. I identified with him, assuming that it was me in a past life, but it clearly was not the case. I would have been aboard ship at the time when Harry in that past life was thrown overboard. Clearly, the rules of conduct had to do with the sexual mores of the crew, to which Harry stubbornly objected having to do anything about. The dream follows…

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The fourth dream then found me about a large, hangar-like dormitory area.  As a matter of fact, it seemed like a prison because it was very dark and wooden all about – below deck of a large ship. Somehow, one had the sense of Elektra Munk-Ejoonhoè being about.  Too, there were lots of Hispanic – Latino, youth about.  Jorge Delacruz was there and on seeing him, I enthusiastically reconnected with him.  I decided to see him later.   

Then a man came and sat where I was and when he had, he had come over and he had on a dark coat.  He had bags of fruit and there was a large light-green fruit, like really large green grapes – like the ones you get in Paris. Then he had two other bags – those bags that have got slits in them so that the contents in the plastic can breathe.  He had dark and green grapes.  I asked him for some whilst we sat about.   

As he was sitting there eating, I bent over to his right ear and said, “Why don’t you come on and let me give you a blowjob.  I’ll suck you off and make you feel real good.” 

However, in fact, I had said this to Jorge Delacruz and he had said, “No.  No.  There is no technique.  I once got in trouble because only a woman can know how to do it.  I once got a nickname for getting into stuff like that which is why I’m in trouble. Now I’m only with ladies.  You know, there are times when these ladies can get to me, I was caught with a younger girl.”   

He then went on about all this personal demonic stuff.  I was saying, “Come on.  We can go across there and then inside there in that room.  There is that room where nobody goes into.  We can go in there.” 

So finally, we did go across the way.  This was after Jorge had been in a scuffle with some other guy who had on a pretty t-shirt. There was also a guy there with a fat arse.  He wore red shorts and top and he was holding on to the guy telling him, “Don’t go get mad, don’t go get mad.  Man don’t go get yourself into trouble.  Lord I love you too much.”

Most of these were Spanish guys and they were all Gay.  They were in a larger dormitory area in which I had been earlier.  Guys were on top of guys frottaging and carrying on. As a matter of fact, their play was quite affectionate and loving.  There was a little guy on top of a big guy and he was very paternal. I found it rather nice and interesting to have observed them.  There was so much machismo to this group of men.

What ended up happening was that I progressed to the scene wherein I went into the little area up towards what would be the bow of the ship.  I was in there with Jorge and wanted to give him a blowjob. Though I went off that way to be with Jorge, yet a part of me was separate – I was astral-projected.  So naturally, I was able to go up above deck and look at the ship whilst still privately being alone with Jorge.   

This was a large wooden ship with sails and it was out to sea.  At the time, it was dark like in the night but coming on to daytime. I looked into the sea and it was greenish, heavy and as if molten liquid.  As the ship sailed through it, it made no furrows because the water was so heavy and molten. The ship almost did not create any waves.  Seemingly, the large ship merely glided through the ocean.  There were just little circling pools of water where the ocean was organically green.  I was up on a raised part of the deck towards the front of the ship’s bow. 

Way down at the very front of the ship, on the right side, was a man and he had a fishing line and he was fishing.  He was an older White.  Every now and again, the little fish would leap out of the water as he fished. He got the anchor and I knew that when he threw it in the water, the rope that it was tied to was in the room where my primary dreamer self and Jorge now were in the midst of having frisky relations.   

I was somewhat concerned but anyway remained unmoved.  He tossed the anchor that looked like a bucket.  The unusual-looking anchor was large and the rope had knots with wood along it so that you could walk up these wooden strips like a ladder.  Overall, it was rather interesting. He tossed it in and the anchor, however, pulled him in.  There was so much rope, it kept on going down, down and further down into the calm ocean; that was when I realised how far out to sea we were.

I then was concerned for both the man and myself in the room where the rope originated.  I was afraid that we would be exposed as I gave Jorge a very energetic blowjob. Was the rope going to catch amongst our feet and drag us off? I was frantic about the older White who had gone overboard whilst fishing.  I thought, My god what if he gets attacked by sharks or such?

I was indeed quite concerned.  The older White never did surface for the longest time.  I was concerned that he was caught down there or attacked by sharks.  I was looking to see if there were any sharks in the water, but there weren’t any. The water was such a soulful green.  Too, it was so richly heavy, liquid and tranquil, I thought, Oh how beautiful to be on the ocean. I found it to be rather nice. I was wondering if he going to drown? Is this me drowning in another life, as it were?

Being there for the man and feeling great empathy for his dilemma, I was rendered catatonic.  Eventually, I did see him come up to the surface.  His face, however, never did break the surface of the water. He just seemed this large body of clothing and flesh that was floating just below the surface.  I thought, Oh dear… I guess it meant that he had drowned. I did not see any sharks about and was pleased at that.

At that point, I then progressed back into the hull where all the people were.  Jorge was coming out and I was with him.  Again, he got accosted and he was going to get into a fight situation. Now he was quite lean-bodied, wearing just underwear and a merino.  I saw his basket and I was quite attracted to him.  He was quite virile and boyish in that frame of body.

Virile, in the sense that he was quite macho and very much so into abusing people, if need be – in self-defense. He was being groped, sexually assaulted, by these lecherous Gays and he was exceptionally pretty indeed.

*I think that it is safe to say that this was a past-life dream experience.  The man who went overboard was, without a doubt, someone of note connected to me in a life where I was at sea.

**Long after the fact and so many channelled overleaves later, I suspect that based on how information in shared, when it is relevant to one’s arcana, the man who went overboard may well have been Harry in that past life where he served Cortés. I felt such empathy for his situation; he was clearly at odds with what his superiors charged him to undertake aboard ship. Life aboard was all about debauchery, licentiousness, all of which would have left the old man incapable of keeping order aboard the ship, nor was he much inclined to have intervened. END.

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Windsor, Prince William, Prince of Wales 21/6/1982 London

Michael: This fragment is sixth-level mature scholar – third life thereat.  William is in observation mode with a goal of acceptance.  A pragmatist, he is in the intellectual part of moving centre. 

William’s body type is Lunar/Mars/Saturn. 

William’s primary chief feature is stubbornness – death of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales, was the triggering event and the secondary chief feature that of arrogance. 

The fragment William is third-cast in sixth cadence; he is a member of greater cadence seven.  William’s entity is four, cadre one, greater cadre 6, pod 208. 

William’s essence twin is a scholar and he has a warrior task companion to whom he is married, Catherine, HRH The Princess of Wales. 

William’s primary needs are: exchange, freedom and security. 

There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 3 with Merlin. 

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: Past lives of note include the following:

            1. This fragment was the second in command to the Khan of the Mongol empire and helped explore and deploy wartime strategies, a skill he had developed over time and throughout multiple incarnations. His expertise was that of a cartographer and he put to paper various “options” that could be utilized depending primarily on the weather.

He did not marry or have children and preferred the company of men. This past life occurred during the 13thcentury.

            2. Female, head of matriarchy, New Zealand. Fought against the encroachment by Cook, married to Tupaia (sic) and served to assist in negotiations with the invading forces, mid 18th century.

            3.  Henry IV of England. Highly influential in War of the Roses in his overthrow of the monarchy. Fought for his inheritances. The current warrior spouse, Catherine, was also present as Mary, his first wife. The fragment who is now his eldest son, Prince George, was his daughter, Philippa, who became Queen of Denmark, Norway & Sweden, in this life of note.  

*Dec, 2023.

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As Merlin is my task companion and a scholar; it is always good to have dream encounters with William. Regardless his persona in the waking state, like most scholars, he is fairly centred and serene. Always, without exception, he sits comfortably with legs gathered beneath him as is distinctly unique to males on the spectrum or as I recently discovered neurodivergent. He is never hostile and sometimes telepathic. The only other times he has not been thusly sat, was one dream of him on the eve of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’ violent departure – assassination, wherein he was asleep in bed. More recently, when he was having rough sex with Catherine where he bottomed and she used a strap on; he was pleasured rather than violated during their sexual play. Of course, this would be owing to his fourth number of 5, which is always about outré sexuality; that too would have harked back to the 13th century past life when serving the Mongol Khan and he was same-sex focussed. Though William has the great goal of Acceptance, it’s opposite or negative pole is Rejection/Discrimination. That means that with a mind set of 9, he would rarely be focussed in acceptance at this point in life, but a discriminating snob, and as we now know a blasted racist boor. The preceding photo of a young William is what acceptance looked like before it withered and was replaced by his hatefulness and he moved to a goal of Rejection.

Elephant mandala created by Merlin for his oldest friend

Incidentally, on the matter of sexuality, I must state that the whole business is rather queer to my perception. Men are perfectly attracted to men and if they weren’t, they’d not be human, as for that matter are women attracted to women. Obviously, a lot of that same-sex attraction is oftentimes triggered by past-life connections that are undeniable and magnetic. The notion of Queer men finding women sexually revolting, is absurd to me. Nothing beats honouring womankind by eating pussy like a famished gilt set loose in truffle patch… grunt, grunt. It is a man’s honour to make the Queen he sexually serves squeal! Alas, just as William when King Henry IV started the House of Lancaster, he seems now destined to start another royal House as he, rather than Harry, seems the obvious illegitimate. At the end of the day, the human body comes equipped four sex organs, your mouth, your anus, and what ever happens to be up front, which for far too many unstable souls is no longer an immutable proposition. Most of all, the fourth and most powerful sex resides between one’s ears; one would be amazed at the countless millions who die, never having known of their fourth sex. For all such persons, they are just goddamn zombies, who aimlessly breed out of season. As for those of us who wear our pussy between the ears, we are never fucked!

HM King Charles is, of course, like his son, Prince Harry, Catherine and the late, Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh, a warrior soul; he is the oldest soul warrior of the group at seventh level mature. HM King Charles III is an entity mate of Canadian artist, Robert Bateman who is a seventh level mature soul, though, a king soul; the latter’s task companion is the mature warrior soul, Bristol Foster. George Hawken, who was a first old soul artisan when recently incarnate and a lover of mine, collaborated with Robert Bateman. Not surprisingly, Jonathan Yeo who masterfully captured the sanguineous essence of HM King Charles III in the official portrait is an entity mate of the King’s and Jonathan is a sixth mature scholar soul.

Windsor, HM King Charles III 14/11/48 London

Michael: Charles Windsor is a seventh level mature second-cast warrior.  Charles Windsor is in observation mode, with a goal of acceptance. Charles’ attitude is pragmatist, and he is in the moving part of intellectual centre.  

Charles’s body type is Mercury/Saturn. 

Charles’ primary chief feature is stubbornness, secondary is self-deprecation. 

Charles has an incarnate warrior essence twin with no plans to meet and a discarnate priest task companion, who exerts considerable influence on him. 

His casting is virtually the same as Robert Bateman’s: entity two, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404; however, Charles is a second-cast in a fourth cadence, entity four, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404. 

Past Lives of Note:

            1. This fragment served as a primary advisor to King Henry VIII between the years 1510-1536. Male. Charles Brandon. Duke of Suffolk. Married into the royal family and was a close friend of the sage, HM King Henry VIII, who was third level mature at the time.

            2. Member of the Roman senate, 10 BCE. He was a leader and adjudicated trials as a magistrate known for being a bit heavy-handed and leaned in the favor of the wealthy. Assassinated by poison at an evening meal and still has an aversion to certain spices.

            3. A well-known calligrapher and scribe for the old king soul, Lao Tsu, 600 BCE. Helped to document what later became the Tao Te Ching. Very significant life.

*Dec, 2023.

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King Charles, of course, is born in the year of the Rat. 14.11.1948. 5.7.2 = 5. Like Prince Louis of Wales, he has an energy body of 5, and also has 7 but more importantly, 5 in the fourth position. Sexual scandal, debauchery and outré sexuality are the hallmarks. 5 in the fourth position is also in Prince Andrew, Prince William and Prince George’s numerological makeup. One of the wonderful things about British society is how, apart from being chiefly ruled by the number 9 – bullying, rapaciousness, superiority complex, it is also ruled by 5 and 2. 2 not only governs giftedness and creativity with a healthy dash of genius and eccentricity, it also rules a deep an abiding love for members of one’s sex; there is a keen yearning of men to bond with a trusted man/men. This is why the culture of the military, warfare and prison/punishment is so pronounced in British culture. It also, not surprisingly, governs the aristocracy for whom the rules of engagement do not apply as with mere mortals. Eton, Harrow et al are all institutions which foster this underlying manly bonding that marries loyalty with an abiding love – physicalised or otherwise. It is not coincidental that both 2 & 5 are present in the numerology of King Charles III, Prince William, The Prince of Wales and Prince George of Wales the future King George VII. George and William are especially close and always will be because among their strong past-life history, is that of King Henry IV (Prince William) & Queen Philippa (Prince George) when they were also parent and offspring who would become Sovereigns in their own right. As King Charles III has a goal of acceptance, this is why he has the sweetest, smiling soulful eyes, that warm hushed almost silent laugh and is ever approachable. Acceptance is the great goal and such persons radiates the love vibe, which Charles does as a late mature warrior soul on the cusp of being an old soul, likely in his next incarnation.

Let’s then explore the interactions of 5 & 2 numerologically and how it is explored by the upper classes in this cases, the British royals. Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe was, like Louis Mountbatten, a man with whom King Edward VIII was deeply besotted. Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe’s companionship was so indispensable that he was made King Edward VIII’s equerry, the one aide who spends more time with the Sovereign than anyone else – you can damn well bet that it was not owing to their passion for needlepoint! Both Edward VIII and Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe had 5 & 2 in their numerology. King Edward VIII 23.6.1894 Horse 5.2.6 = 4. Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe 16.1.1887 Pig 7.8.5 = 2. Knowing both the numerology and Michael Overleaves of hundreds of persons as I do, I can quite confidently state that Edward VIII would have been an aggressive, besotted bottom with Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe… good God look at the feet on the man! What’s more, Pigs, such as Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe, are the most horny, raunchy, loud fuckers. Yes please! No one is born White, Black, male, female, Straight or Gay. We are souls incarnate, pursuing the human experience in as many variables, with as many choices and options as all lives are chosen for starters. I don’t have 5 in my numerology but in speaking to other male 2s, one thing we all admit to, even the ones who are not ‘Gay’ is that we love the smell of a man, we love male energy and ever yearn to touch, bond, be intimate with a man. Religion and societal mores are all mindfuck. Souls incarnate will and must do as they choose as we are numerologically hardwired to do. Being possessed of 2, 5 or even both numbers do not mean that one wants to put on high heels and act as though every goddamn day is DragRace, it is perfectly possible to compartmentalise that aspect of self and be a perfectly full blooded tail-wagging pussy hound, who enjoys the companionship of a woman, wife and creating a family as is human… it’s all a manifestation of human civilisation.

Queen Elizabeth II 21.4.1926 Tiger 3.7.7 = 8

Windsor, HM Queen Elizabeth 21/4/1926<O>08/9/2022

Michael: This fragment was a third-level mature slave – second life thereat.  Elizabeth was in the perseveration mode with a goal of dominance.  A realist, she was in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Body type was Venus/Lunar. 

Elizabeth’s primary chief feature was stubbornness and the secondary self-deprecation. 

The fragment Elizabeth is fourth-cast in the fifth cadence; she is a fragment of greater cadence six.  Elizabeth’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418. 

Elizabeth’s essence twin is a slave and the task companion is a priest. 

Elizabeth’s three primary needs were: security, adventure and exchange. 

There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 4 with Merlin. 

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: Past lives of note include the following:

1. Daughter of Queen Victoria, named Alice. Devoted servant of the people through medicine. (nursing) Health was compromised due to exposure to many contagions.

2. Son of Malcolm, king of Scotland. David. Interested in business and promoting townships. Very powerful.  This incarnation was during the 12th century.

3. Two lives in South America. Not notorious by any means, but known for her intricate designs (Mexico, pottery and Chile, clothing) Her slave role life task had to do with practicality.

4. Roman senator. Dedicated to the people through passing laws that were more favorable through less taxation. This incarnation was during the 2nd century BCE.

*Dec, 2023.

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As Queen Victoria’s daughter, Princess Alice’s short life, to age 35, prepared her for the rather momentous journey in her next life, as Princess Elizabeth, daughter of the Duke of York, later King George VI. As her passing has borne out, this was a very phenomenal human being and a Sovereign who will remain unmatched for centuries yet. It is always exceptionally good to dream of this ennobled soul, to have dreamt of her imminent passing, will remain a highpoint dream of this lifetime, and for me that’s saying a lot! Elizabeth is a cadre mate of Prince Harry, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Prince George, Doria Ragland, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet. Regardless what relation someone is to HLM Queen Elizabeth II, if they are not entity or cadre mates, they will never have had a stronger heart connection to her than the aforementioned people. For example, King Charles in not only not an entity or cadre mate, but he is from an entirely different pod, 404. There is no way that The Queen would have been warmer or closer to Charles than to say, Prince Harry or Meghan; one just knows… we all do. Kindred spirit bond is immutable. Similarly, The Queen would instinctively feel closer to Prince George than to either of his parents, William and Catherine, The Prince and Princess of Wales. Further, the Queen with two 7s in her numerology was a superior empath and would most definitely have been able to observe persons’ aura; this, of course, like all 7s, she would never advertise. Though I don’t know their overleaves, if Pamela Hicks, Lord Louis Mountbatten’s daughter and Zara Tindall are both cadre mates (pod 418) of The Queen’s, she would have had a greater affinity for both rather than King Charles and Queen Camilla, who respectively are in pods 404 and 129 – they are not kindred spirits as it were.

HM Queen Elizabeth II
https://dreampoetica.com/2021/11/15/homecoming/: The Rat King!

Once more, I share the most uplifting dream which foretold The Queen’s passing and arrival on the astral plane. One of the truly most festive dreams in this lifetime.

Prince Philip 10.6.1921 Rooster 1.7.2 = 1

Mountbatten, Philip 10/6/1921<O>9/4/2021 Greece/Windsor

Michael: This fragment was a fourth-level mature warrior – second life thereat.  Philip was in observation mode with a goal of preferred dominance.  A sceptic, he was in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Body type was Saturn/Mars. 

Philip’s primary chief feature was stubbornness – due to early death of a family member and the secondary subdued impatience. 

The fragment Philip is seventh-cast in first cadence; he is a member of greater cadence six.  Philip’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 408. 

Philip’s essence twin is a warrior and he has a scholar task companion who was known to him. 

Philip’s primary needs were: exchange, acceptance and power. 

There are 14 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin.  _____________________________________________________

As I have had a relatively strong past-life connection with the Late Prince Philip, he has certainly been ‘solid’ in dreams. There is an immediate and strong connection; they have been far-ranging dreams and nothing extraordinary such that one would share herein. Again, like Prince Harry, Prince Philip had very strong overleaves, was also a sceptic and also is a warrior soul.

Windsor, Queen Camilla 17/7/1947 Pig 8.6.9 = 5.

Michael: Yes, this scholar is at the mid-level of the mature soul cycle – third life thereat.  Camilla is in caution mode with a goal of growth.  A pragmatist, Camilla is in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Body type is Lunar/Venus. 

Camilla‘s primary chief feature is impatience and the secondary of arrogance. 

The fragment Camilla is third-cast in sixth cadence; Camilla is a fragment of greater cadence seven.  Camilla‘s entity is five, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 129. 

Camilla’s essence twin is a scholar and the task companion is a warrior. 

Camilla’s primary needs are: exchange, freedom and power. 

There are 10 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin. 

*July, 2017.

Past Lives of Note:

            1. This scholar was also present in the Henry life of note, HM King Henry VIII, with her now husband Charles. She was his lover, clandestine. Promises made at that time to bring her “Into the light” (limelight) This promise was brought to bear in the current lifetime as it was not possible at the earlier time. She was maid to Queen Anne Boleyn, who was approving of the relationship.

            2. Similar to the theme just mentioned, this fragment followed behind the footsteps of Emperor Yuan, 3rd century CE. Her innate neutrality assisted her in being the “silent partner and support” of her husband.

            3. The *task companions Camilla and Charles have also accomplished tasks that include some of the following:

                        a. Designed habitat in Amsterdam, having to do with waterways that are still being used today.

                        b. Scribes at the Library of Alexandria prior to its downfall. Helped to preserve documents and catalog information.

                        c. They have created maps, charts of both land and sea, and these include trade-routes from Europe around the South African Cape.

d. Worked on military uniforms for both practicality and flare – late 18th century.

            4. Exemplary harpsichordist who accompanied the child prodigy Mozart. She was also a gifted vocalist and played 4 other instruments.

Dec, 2023.

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*One’s task companion is never the same soul type as one’s own; for instance, Charles is a Warrior soul and Camilla is a Scholar. The task companions is 99% of the time in one’s entity; there are times that the task companion may be outside the entity but within the cadre. Then there are cases such as Charles and Camilla where over the course of several lifetimes, during which time they shared positive experiences, there is an agreement made between both souls to be honorary task companions, as the two souls have found themselves a good fit, as it were. Charles and Camilla could only be honorary task companions as they respectively are in pods 404 and 129. Past-life example #3 explores those four times when they served as honorary task companions and accomplished much for the sake of society at large. Incidentally, as scholar souls are adept at being detached from their emotions, it is much easier for scholar soul Prince William to get along with scholar soul Queen Camilla than it is for warrior soul Prince Harry. Loyalty is the hallmark of warrior souls and there is no way that Harry could with William’s ease, compartmentalise the strong emotions, pain and public humiliation that Camilla (fourth number of 5) caused Diana, Princess of Wales, William and Harry’s mum.

Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer 20.5.1964 Dragon 2.7.9 = 9

Spencer, Charles The 9th Earl 20/5/1964 London, England.

Michael: This fragment is a fourth level mature scholar – second incarnation at this level – in the observation mode, with a goal of dominance.  A sceptic, Charles is in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Charles has a Saturn/Mars body type. 

Charles’ primary chief feature is stubbornness and a secondary of arrogance. 

Charles is third-cast in the fourth cadence of the fourth greater cadence, he is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod/node 380 – he is an entity mate of Diana, Princess of Wales’. 

Charles has a female scholar essence twin, who has been known to him. Charles’ warrior Task companion is an incarnate elder statesman, living in South Africa. 

Charles’ three primary needs are: exchange, security and freedom. 

Charles has had 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 4 with Merlin.  __________________________________________________

Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer is as steely as they come. Not only is he an entity mate of artisan soul, Diana, Prince of Wales, that would also make him an entity mate of Dodi Fayed, who is also an artisan soul. Charles passionately gave his word before the world at his late sister, Diana, Princess of Wales’ funeral that he would protect William and Harry. Needless to say, William has no use for Charles Spencer. A sceptic, like Harry and Prince Philip, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer will always be there for Prince Harry and his family; this is precisely why on Harry’s return to England to attend, Lord Robert Fellowes’ memorial service, Charles welcomed Harry to stay with him at Althorp, rather than having anything to do with the racist boors who rule the House of Windsor in Queen Elizabeth’s wake.

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Diana, Princess of Wales 1.7.1961 Ox 1.8.7 = 7

Spencer, Diana  July 1/1961<O>August 31/1997.

Michael: The fragment who was Diana Frances is a second level mature artisan and was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance, a pragmatist in the moving part of emotional centre. 

She had a Lunar/Mercury body type. 

Diana’s primary chief feature was stubbornness with a secondary, not of self-destruction but of self-deprecation. 

Diana Frances was first-cast in her cadence and her cadence is fifth in the greater cadence.  She is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod/node 380. 

This fragment’s essence twin is a discarnate artisan and her task companion is a discarnate sage, both of whom are staying near her, waiting for her to become oriented to her situation. 

Here we had an artisan with drama in her casting but also with a very deep need to serve both the common and the higher good, which she did with grace, charm and a good deal of conviction. 

*Shared September, 1997

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The incomparable Diana, Princess of Wales, as is obvious, is an entity mate of both her brother, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer and Dodi her lover. I do believe that based on her numerology 7 in the fourth position, also solidified by a second 7, she was assassinated. 7 in the fourth position is more likely indicative of a public figure who has been assassinated. Also, when such persons are eliminated, their violent death stuns and has a devastating effect on society. This was also the case for U. S. President, John F. Kennedy whose numerology was 29.5.1917 Snake 2.7.7 = 7. That’s a lot of 7s. He was too great a threat for the powers behind the throne, as it were, and thus was assassinated. Similarly, Diana was removed because she could not be allowed to start a rival court with a Muslim, bare him offspring whilst still the future King Mother. Based on dream insights gleaned, here is how I foresee this all playing out. William will groom Prince George to have a Jewish wife as his Queen Consort. She will in turn will insure that her firstborn is female, thereafter that future female Sovereign will choose a Jewish spouse thus precipitating a name change from the House of Windsor to what seems obvious – William’s choice of a wedding date, and his abrupt cancellation of his appearance at his godfather, the Late King Constantine II of Greece’s service of thanksgiving. At that point, well into the future, it will then be implied that William himself was never a Windsor anyway. The clues are all there, which is precisely why Nicky Hilton was wedded at Kensington Palace’s orangery. All this, further lends credence to the violent opposition to Meghan marrying in so high up the line of succession. The one thing that has always been obvious, is how thoroughly the mere mortals choose to be blind to the truth… facts after all are truth. History will see the eighteenth letter of the alphabet playing a key role in the name change. And you can bet your bottom dollar for all that displacing sea change, racist Britons, too fearful to cause offence, will readily look back in history and blame it all on Meghan… but, of course.

David Mirvish. Diana, Princess of Wales & Ed Mirvish 1991

Back in October, 1991, as part of my annual Toronto Symphony Orchestra subscription, I attended an Emanuel Ax recital. Thankfully, it was short and sweet as his diminutive stature left him bobbing about, which proved irritating for me. I got out of Roy Thomson Hall and noticed that there was a large gathering on King Street West just west of the concert hall on Simcoe Street at King Street West. Soon enough, on learning that Diana, Princess of Wales was at the Royal Alexandra Theatre to see Les Misérables, I hightailed it down the block then across King Street West to the north side and back easterly towards the theatre. I knew that with persons in wheelchairs just beyond the marquee that the Princess would make it for them as they eagerly waited to have an audience with her. I was floored when the Princess emerged from the theatre, there was a deafening frenzy of cheers, a blinding lightning storm of camera flashes. Eventually, she made to the wheelchaired persons beyond the barricades that kept the rest of us in check. She was steely, her eyes were phenomenally blue and doe-like. Dazzling, I was then completely won over when she made it eventually to her limousine. She sat into the car backwards, knees and ankles together, she then did the most graceful port de bras imaginable; she pushed off, swivelled and swung her legs and body into the car, all the while maintaining the elegant line of her long neck.

Diana, Princess of Wales at Toronto’s AIDS hospice Casey House, 1991

Years later, as a dear close friend, the first Gay friend with whom I never once had sex – truly remarkable, came by to help me get situated on my move from Vancouver to Montréal, we talked overlong about Diana, Princess of Wales as Graeme had been visiting me from Toronto at the time of her violent death. Graeme, who was the most truly Boteroesque man imaginable, was a stickler for facts and ever keenly observant. He shared that he thought it was pretty bizarre as he was a keen royalist, less so than his chum, Ms. Kitty Litter – local Toronto drag queen who in the unforgiving world of drag, was said to both smell and look like piss-sodden, shitty kitty litter! They had both attended every visit that Diana ever made to Toronto and were present at Casey House, Toronto’s AIDS hospice, and the Royal Alexandra Theatre and as I recalled, Diana, Princess of Wales once settled into her ride, did put on her seatbelt. Ms. Kitty Litter whom we called and consoled as he was an hysteric mess back in Toronto, swore up and down that there is no way that Diana would not have put on her seatbelt in that car… go figure. Sobbing, Ms. Kitty Litter blurted out, “Oh my god, they’ve killed our angel, I’m telling you. They’ve killed her!” Three years later, Graeme who lived alone with his mum, suffered a heart attack whilst reading the morning’s newspapers on the living room sofa, in tony the Beaches, in the city’s east end. For more than a week, Graeme’s mum left his body on the sofa and kept calling on him to wake up. Needless to say, the city’s social services moved in, as he had no children nor she relations, and took her into psychiatric care – neighbours had raised concerns about the lack of activity and a foul odour. Diana, Princess of Wales had an energy body of 1 and such people pay keen attention to details and are the most cautious, self-aware and leave nothing to chance.

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Dodi Fayed 15.4.1955 Goat 6.1 3 = 1

Fayed, Dodi 15/4/1955<O>31/8/1997

Michael: This fragment was a third level mature artisan – second life thereat.  Dodi was in power mode with a goal of submission.  A realist, he was in the intellectual part of moving centre. 

Dodi’s body type was Saturn/Lunar. 

Dodi’s primary chief feature was arrogance and the secondary mild stubbornness. 

The fragment Dodi is third-cast in second cadence; he is a member of greater cadence four.  Dodi’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod 380. 

Dodi’s essence twin is an artisan and his task companion a sage, both of whom are discarnate at this time, though, they plan on reincarnating soon.  Dodi is an entity mate of Diana, Princess of Wales’ – there was a mutually facilitating agreement for “unconditional support.” There were 26 past-life associations between Dodi & Diana, Princess of Wales.

Dodi’s primary needs were: expression, freedom and security. 

There are 4 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin.  _________________________________________________

Respectively, The Queen, Harry, Meghan are in entity one of cadre 6, which resonates with slave and priest soul energies which is all about a life that is committed to serving as well as doing so for a higher good. Similarly, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer, Diana, Princess of Wales and Dodi Fayed are in entity one of cadre 6 of their pod, 380 to the others’ pod 418. There is positively no way that Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan would not have gotten along. During their engagement interview with the BBC, Prince Harry said that Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan would have been as thick as thieves in their ease of friendship and he was correct. One thing that is certain about Dodi, for being in the intellectual part of moving centre, there is no way that Diana and Dodi were not passionately involved. Moving centred persons are intensely highly sexed persons and by the time of their assassination, it is highly probable that they were already unofficially engaged, Diana, Princess of Wales was pregnant and it would have been the best fucking sex that both had ever had to that point in their lives. They are entity mates and sex with such persons is truly ecstatic. Furthermore, Diana, Princess of Wales with her two 7s would have definitely seen their aura during sex and there is no way that she would not have wanted to spend the rest of her life with Dodi. Good God they had had 26 past lives together to that point; they were in deep and nothing and no one was going to stop them except, of course, someone immensely richer than her in-laws and his family. Making deals with the devil, is precisely why the little grovelling bastard wailed as he did on seeing Diana, Princess of Wales’ lifeless body in the Paris hospital. He was truly horrified of what a mess he had made of things and how callously he had been betrayed by someone he thought he knew… someone who neither looked up to him nor considered him an equal.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11

Windsor, Meghan The Duchess of Sussex 4/8/1981

Michael: This fragment is a mid-cycle mature artisan in the tradition of the deceased mother fragment who was Diana, Princess of Wales – third life thereat.  Meghan is in the observation mode with a goal of acceptance.  An idealist, Meghan is in the moving part of emotional centre. 

Meghan’s primary chief feature is self-deprecation and the secondary of mild impatience. 

Meghan’s body type is Venus/Solar. 

The fragment Meghan is fourth-cast in the fifth cadence.  Meghan is a member of greater cadence four.  Meghan is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418 – she is an entity mate of both her spouse, HRH Prince Henry, The Duke of Sussex with whom she shares 20 past lives and also an obvious entity mate of Her Majesty, The Queen. 

Meghan’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a warrior. 

Meghan’s three primary needs are: expression, acceptance and expansion.

There are 4 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin. 

Incidentally, this artisan has been a member of the British royal family twice before.  Firstly, as Margaret Beaufort, Countess of Richmond and Derby, she was the cousin of King Henry VI and mother of King Henry VII.  As such, she was the matriarch of the House of Tudor.  Her grandson was King Henry VIII and her great-granddaughter, Queen Elizabeth I. 

This artisan, Margaret Beaufort (former Meghan) in that lifetime was involved in the sacraments of the church, being included in the newly established college system.  She founded Christ College, Cambridge and was instrumental with the founding of St. John’s College as well. 

Secondly, she was HRH Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany and younger brother to George III, whose father the Prince of Wales, HRH Prince Frederick died before acceding the throne after George II.  In that lifetime, the artisan (now Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex) was interested in military structure.  He, of course, died young of a then unknown illness but which had to do with dysentery. 

Comment on Megxit:

Michael: This is a complex issue and as noted there is a karmic debt owed by Harry to Catherine. As a warrior, Catherine expects strict loyalty from the scholar soul William, her task companion, and this position has influenced the separation at this time.

Catherine and Meghan have also been adversarial when they were members of an aristocratic family, China, 7th century. They each sought power and this discord was continued in a life in Portugal when they were married and the fragment who is now Meghan abandoned the warrior due to war time activities. (Meghan was then male)

Finally, there is strong dominance on the part of Catherine who now disapproves of Meghan’s “celebrity” and is distrustful of her motives. Warrior Harry is loyal to his spouse and this loyalty was part of the motivation for the move to America.

*Dec, 2023. 

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Both Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex are emotionally centred members of a very military family where such intensity of emotional intelligence is not the norm; both Diana and Meghan are in the moving part of emotional centre. Emotionally centred persons are usually focussed in the arts, are especially gifted dancers, singers and actors; however, what each one of them is, is the most gifted empaths. This is why Diana, Princess of Wales was deemed the people’s princess. They have the ability, for being emotionally centred, to create magic – they set the tone wherever they are, make you feel loved and can quite literally heal one’s spirit. Again, this is why during the BBC engagement interview, the very astute Prince Harry stated, “And the corgis took to you straight away, for the last 33 years been barked at and this one walked in and absolutely nothing, just wagging tail…” The Queen’s corgis recognised that Meghan was an empath; it is not something that you can fake. Also, the Queen with her two 7s would have clearly discerned the truth of whom Meghan was when presented at court by Prince Harry. The Queen would have keenly taken note of the corgis reaction, she likely would have seen Meghan’s aura which emotionally centred persons can ‘broadcast’ at will. Furthermore more spectacularly than any other senior member of the royal family, Meghan has Venus/Solar body type, which is rare in the extreme. Meghan is the real McCoy!

As Meghan was not unknown to Queen Elizabeth II at heart centre that is why she was allowed to walk in alone at her wedding as a Queen, King Mother of King Henry VII returned. It was a truly millennial moment of theatre as Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex walked down the aisle unaccompanied to the quire, returned as she was as the reincarnation of Margaret Beaufort, Countess of Richmond & Derby, Tudor Matriarch, King Mother, mother of King Henry VII, grandmother of King Henry VIII and great-grandmother of Queen Elizabeth I. Children fan yourselves!

Meghan channelling Margaret Beaufort… the lighting pure sublime theatre

And how like a true Queen, Meghan walked down the aisle at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle one gloriously sunny mid-May Saturday at noon, truly momentous. It was not just a royal wedding, it was the most sublime theatre. As she walked alone in the nave, there were times, as in the photo above, where she was umbraed. She was as though Margaret Beaufort being channelled in the diffused light of the veiled past, coming forth to be celebrated as having been the Tudor matriarch, affording the world not just Henry VII her son, but larger-than-life, Henry VIII and the most phenomenal Sovereign, Elizabeth I, whose namesake half a millennium later would sanction this union of two entity mates of hers. Meghan’s overleaves in this lifetime are simply wonderful, for not only is she emotionally centred, but she has the great goal of acceptance – as do King Charles & Princes William and George; incidentally, so did Diana, Princess of Wales have the same great goal. It is the feel-good, how can I be of service to you, goal. Dogs, cats and even arboreal life react positively at all times to persons in acceptance. All the lies you hear by Britons about Meghan are just Britons being horrified that this woman would be reborn Black and expect to be accepted in their kingdom. Britons have proven themselves the ugly, drunken hooligans that they truly are; after all, they are ruled by 9 – bitchy, bickering, fault-finding, negative, biting, sarcastic, bullying, xenophobic and racist. Why the fuck would Meghan ever want to set foot in that hellhole? Meghan is a Queen in acceptance and she knows her worth.

Here was The Queen dancing with Ghanaian President Kwame Nkrumah, because she was human as was he and she also knew the optics for the health of the commonwealth if she were seen to be in service to them as well and not just to the United Kingdom. Thus it was that The Queen saw the advantage to her legacy of the ably Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and her inordinately charismatic grandson, Prince Harry, fellow entity mates carrying on that work with the commonwealth to keep the healthy relations with the Crown and making the commonwealth politically, financially, culturally viable well into the next century. Then along came Catherine, William, Charles and Camilla filled with racist venom, spite, jealousy, aggression and off to work they went trying to vilify, demonise and exile Harry and Meghan.

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Prince George of Wales 22.7.2013 Snake 4.2.8 = 5

Windsor, George 22/7/2013 London, England

Michael: This fragment is a fourth-level mature king – third life thereat.  George is in the observation mode with a goal of acceptance.  An idealist, George, at this time (December 2019) does not yet have centreing. 

George does not yet have chief features. 

George’s body type is Jupiter/Mercury and a small tertiary of Venus. 

The fragment George is fourth-cast in the seventh cadence.  George is a member of greater cadence seven.  George’s entity is five, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418. 

George’s essence twin is a king – they are likely to meet at a later date and also head of state.  The task companion is a warrior. 

George’s primary needs are: expression, power, security and freedom. 

There is a facilitating agreement with the father, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales, for training and preparation for ‘duties’. 

There are 4 past-life associations with Arvin and 2 with Merlin.  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

Past Lives of Note:

Daughter of King Henry IV (William his current father), Phillipa of England, Queen of Denmark, Norway & Sweden – co-regent.

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Prince George is a king soul, which is the most rare of souls. He is an entity mate of Prince Archie’s – they likely had an agreement to be close and a support to each other. Your chief feature and centreing are not chosen until experiencing individuation and exerting one’s will against parental imprinting – teen rebellious years. George will always be especially close to his pa, William who has an agreement to thoroughly groom him towards becoming Sovereign in due course. A Jupiter body means that he will be taller than William and likely have issues with controlling his weight; George will be prone to being massive on the order of King George IV. That George’s primary need is expression means that he will likely be focussed in the arts in some way an actor, director, voracious collector or even a painter. Certainly, he will be damn good at whatever he chooses to become focussed on creatively in due course. George is a cadre mate of Meghan, Doria, Harry, The Queen, Archie and Lilibet – regardless how much he will be groomed to shun the Sussex family, they are family at the level of kindred spirits on the order of first cousins or even closer.

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Prince Archie 6.5.2019 Pig 6.2.5 = 4

Mountbatten-Windsor, Prince Archie H. 6/5/2019

Michael: This young fragment is a seventh-level mature priest – second life thereat.  Archie is in the perseveration mode with a goal of stagnation.  A realist, Archie does not yet have a centre. 

Archie, as can be expected, does not yet have chief features. 

Archie’s body type is Venus/Mercury/Mars. 

The fragment Archie is second-cast in the second cadence.  Archie is a member of greater cadence four.  Archie’s entity is five, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418. 

Archie’s essence twin is a priest and the slave task companion is likely to be known at a later date. 

Archie’s three primary needs are: exchange, acceptance and communion. 

There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 7 with Merlin.  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

This fragment does have a facilitating agreement with the father, HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex to be his son; he also has one with the artisan, his mother Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and it is that of parent/child.  All three, along with HM, The Queen are of course cadre mates. 

We would say that this inspirational fragment is likely to have some notoriety as would be expected and can serve to inspire others to cross perceived boundaries. 

The higher ideal has to do with unification. 

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Not only are Princes George and Archie entity mates for being in the fifth (sage) entity of cadre 6 (priest) but they also have two numbers in common, 2 & 5 which has much to do with loving persons regardless of their sex. Archie, of the Michael Overleaves done of the royal family has proven the oldest soul of those done – that is saying a lot. He is an older soul than HM King Charles III. Regardless the politics, I would not be surprise if George and Archie are not reunited as adults and remain in touch; they are after all entity mates. As such, they are both cadre mates of The Queen, Doria, Prince Harry, Meghan and Princess Lilibet. No one glows more radiantly than priest souls and an older soul priest like Prince Archie will be known for his remarkable wisdom and the beauty of his eyes. This will be especially enhanced as his mum, Meghan has a goal of acceptance and is an empath for being emotionally centred. Music, yoga and wholistic living will greatly appeal to Prince Archie. He will definitely give off a zen/guru vibe in later years.

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Princess Lilibet 4.6.2021 Ox 4.1.6 = 11

Mountbatten-Windsor, Princess Lilibet Diana 4/6/2021

Michael: This young fragment is a third-level mature sage – second life thereat.  Lilibet is in observation mode with a goal of dominance and has an attitude of idealist. 

Lilibet has neither centreing nor chief features at this time. 

Lilibet’s body type is Mars/Mercury. 

The fragment Lilibet is second-cast in the third cadence.  Lilibet is a member of greater cadence four.  Lilibet is a member of entity two, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418.  (Adjacent entity, same cadre as her father, mother, grandmother, brother, Prince George and The Queen). 

Lilibet’s essence twin is a sage and the task companion a warrior incarnate at this time.  

Lilibet’s needs are exchange, communion, adventure. 

She has shared 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin.

There is an agreement with the older brother for emotional support.

This fragment has been a revered performer in a recent past incarnation, primarily operatic but with some aspect of light entertainment. She was also present in several lives of note in European aristocracy (Italy and Spain)

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Doria Ragland 2.9.1956 Monkey 2.2.5 = 9

Ragland, Doria 2/9/56 Cleveland, Ohio.

Michael: This fragment is a fifth-level mature slave – second life thereat.  Doria is in the perseveration mode with a goal of dominance.  A realist, Doria is in the intellectual part of moving centre. 

Doria’s primary chief feature is impatience and the secondary, stubbornness. 

Doria’s body type is Venus/Saturn. 

The fragment Doria is fifth-cast in the second cadence.  Doria is a member of greater cadence seven.  Doria’s entity is three, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418. 

Doria’s essence twin is a slave and the task companion a priest who is known to her. 

Doria’s three primary needs are: exchange, adventure and power. 

There are 5 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin.

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As is obvious, Doria is a slave soul – the most populous soul type at 25 per cent of all souls cosmically, is a cadre mate of her daughter, Meghan, son-in-law, Prince Harry, The Queen and both grandkids, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet. Doria, as is obvious, has rather strong overleaves and is a study of poise and graciousness and she has the same slave soul vibe as her cadre mate, Queen Elizabeth II. All these persons, The Queen, Doria, Meghan, Harry, George, Archie and Lilibet are quite familiar with each other; they would have a very rich and varied past-life history. Now it is obvious why during their BBC engagement interview, Prince Harry said of Doria, “Her mum is amazing!” And that she certainly is; Doria, it cannot be stated enough, has truly regal overleaves.

Catherine, The Princess of Wales 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4

Windsor, Catherine HRH The Princess of Wales 9/1/1982

Michael: This fragment is a fifth-level mature warrior – third life thereat.  Catherine is in the perseveration mode with a goal of growth.  A pragmatist, Catherine is in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

Catherine’s primary chief feature is stubbornness and the secondary, arrogance. 

Catherine’s body type is Saturn/Mercury/Venus. 

The fragment Catherine is fourth-cast in the sixth cadence.  Catherine is a member of greater cadence one.  Catherine’s entity is four, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 208. 

Catherine’s essence twin is a warrior and the task companion a scholar, her husband, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales. 

Catherine’s three primary needs are: expansion, power and expression. 

There are 10 past-life associations with Arvin and 8 with Merlin.  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: This warrior has held positions of influence in three past incarnations.

            1. This fragment was present at the crucifixion of Jesu and served as an apostle known as Matthew in the not entirely accurate version of early history. He was considered evangelical but in our estimation this had more to do with this early young soul’s approach to life which had little room for compromise or discussion.

            2. Present at the beginning of the Fall of Rome by the Visigoths in the 5th century. Leader of advancing forces. Second in command to the sage Alaric I. Was wounded mortally by the fragment who is now Harry, The Duke of Sussex (karma) that has not been repaid fully and is part of the current debacle.

           3. Samurai. Japan, 1650. Skilled in the art of the bow and horsemanship. Crafted sword and weaponry. Edo period. As the Samurai prestige was reduced, this warrior became a respected diplomat who was adept in contractual negotiations.

The fragment who is now Princess Lilibet was present as his wife who died in childbirth (sixth child.)

*Dec, 2023.

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Launch fire!

Of the current group of royals, Catherine, The Princess of Wales is the most phenomenally powerful. She is truly a powerhouse. As we have ten past-life associations, I dream more of Catherine than any other royal. During her prominent Roman past life, I would most likely to have known her. At the time, I served Alaric I and was instrumental in affecting the outcome of the campaign for having been the one to have invented the giant scaffolds from which catapult firebombs were launched; were it not for those structures, the sacking of Rome would not so quickly have then succeeded. I have dreamt of this tumultuous period more than once. Very intense and ridiculously lucid past-life dreams. Past-life dreams usually begin when you are caught in a flying dream, always at night time and easily at least five thousand feet above the action way below; all at once, as though an eagle going in for the kill, one zooms down into unfamiliar territory. As you move from flight to being ambulatory, one shifts from one’s waking astrally projected current persona to that of the past life being visited. You enter the body of either the male or female former self and the action unfolds over which one has no control. These are always the most exciting dreams.

Windsor walkabout

Catherine has been the catalyst for everything that has gone down in the so-called Megxit. Her powerful overleaves have meant that long before The Queen’s passing, she operated as a rouge agent. Of course, she had license to because she is future King Mother and as such, the most important member of the royal family is Prince George and that would make his mother’s womb more valuable than was The Queen’s. Camilla never factored into any of this; she bore no royal offspring. Everything that has happened has been a testament to how women are groomed from birth to be of no support to other women. Moreover, warrior and king souls are always the dominant partner in any relationship, personal or otherwise. It does go without saying that the one doing the yelling in any relationship, does not have power. Based on her soul type and her phenomenally powerful overleaves, Catherine is a far more potent and powerful human being than is William. Catherine’s numerology only adds to her power. Catherine is also well aligned with the kingdom’s psyche. She has an energy body of 9 and the UK is ruled by 9. Catherine is also in the perseverance mode, with a personal need for power.

Anyone, regardless of race, was going to have a tough go of it for having married Prince Harry. Based on their past-life history in Tonga, Harry and Chelsy would have made a formidable team; however, I rather suspect that Chelsy is also a warrior soul in her own right. Most of all, once exposed to who Catherine is, Chelsy chose not to be subjected to that archly negative, dense energy bully, to say nothing of inarticulate arachnidan bore, Catherine. Also, there is easy, breezy, wonderful lovely Cressida. If Cressida is not an artisan soul, like Diana and Meghan then I don’t know anything about the Michael Teachings. Cressida may also, like Meghan, have a goal of acceptance. Either way, forget about driving Meghan to tears, Cressida would fast become a complete basket case for having to suffer Catherine and her attack dog, William. Absolute power corrupts each human who would ever choose to pursue such an Icarian life; Catherine is no different to all who previously have so chosen and there is always a waste of bodies in their wake.

Sixth mature lives, as is William’s are all about stewardship. In his case, he follows the example of his father, King Charles III in stewardship of the environment and nature, as per his conservancy work in Africa. Sixth level lives are all about paying back karma; in the process one can, as in all lives, create karma – this he certainly has been actively engaged in doing. Of course, William has done so at the behest of his dominatrix wife and task companion, Catherine. You will reincarnate more often with your task companion and form as many life experiences as is imaginable than with any other soul. Catherine and William are as solid as it gets. For Catherine, and for that matter Harry, she is living a fifth level mature life. Mature level lives bring on the drama and that they currently do so in spades in the House of Windsor. More of the brain is used from fifth level lives onwards. One is campaigning in focus in such lives. As is obvious, the very complex and strong-willed Harry is on a campaign to avenge his mum’s abuse at the hands of his family, the press and the firm. Catherine would have been better served had she been born aristocratic like, Alice Manners. She sent William into the House of Windsor to do the heavy lifting of being born and affording her access; she wanted a female life and at the time, a female firstborn would never be Sovereign. Catherine, however, does not have the polish and class sophistication to have addressed Meghan, returning to the royal family for the third time reincarnationally. Do not ever forget that Thomas Markle Sr. admitted that Jason Knauf had him attempt to sabotage Harry and Meghan’s wedding, by way of faking a heart attack and thereby pulling out of the wedding. Everything that has occurred has been instigated by both Catherine and William. She lied via the tabloids that Meghan made her cry. She has zero fuck-all credibility. Catherine does not have cancer; it is a ruse to cover for her facelift downtime. More importantly, it allows the stigma of having been outed by Omid Scobie’s exposé as royal racist, to go away. Just as Catherine & William got Thomas Markle Sr. to fake a heart attack to sabotage Harry and Meghan’s wedding, once outed by Omid Scobie, she then fakes cancer to engineer public opinion in her favour. Crying cancer also afforded Catherine the rallying support of the idiot isle of hooligans, who readily blame Meghan for having made their mumbling heroine sick. God only knows, Catherine’s self-toxicity could not have played a role, that is, if indeed she did have cancer.

Of course, there is serious karma between Catherine and Harry, very serious and she has chosen to strike at Harry by way of cannibalising Meghan. Regardless her powerful overleaves, Harry is a blood Prince, he is also a sceptic and there is no shrewder fighter than a sceptic. Prince Philip was also a sceptic. Such persons, myself included, are able to see all sides of everything, readily know our enemy’s every weakness and will keep score and never stop until scores are settled. What Catherine and William had not anticipated was Harry’s response to their racist abuse of his wife. Harry effectively said, “My wife is my life, fucking with Meghan happens to be fucking with me. You want Meghan gone? Cool. Then go fuck yourselves. We are out of here!” No matter how the royals and their Fleet Street goons spin it, Harry’s rebuttal against Catherine was swift, thorough, eviscerating to the very core of her soul and the response that they had never contemplated. With Harry and Meghan departed the racist Guglielean court, Catherine and William are left on the backfoot, gutter sniping via Fleet Street to no effect. “I may owe you karma, but you do not go after my wife, grow a fucking pair and come for me!” For Harry, anyone fucking with Meghan, is where he goes nuclear, because it also goes to the very core of his soul and how as a warrior soul, he has been bruised at not having been able to better protect his mum, Diana, Princess of Wales when she was being ravaged by Charles, the Firm, Camilla and their Fleet Street henchmen. Meghan has the most sophisticatedly evolved of spirit overleaves of the lot of the royals. She did not come into this world to do Jerry Springer. No matter how you throw shit at her and lie, that Venus/Solar body type means that she will always outshine Catherine from here to Alpha Centauri. Healing Harry’s spirit and bringing up two emotionally grounded and loved humans is her sole agendum; beyond that, Meghan really does not have time to give a fuck. Meghan has master number 11 and two 4s, she so does not give a goddamn!

The mature soul cycle is all about high octane drama; it is where old karmic debts are finally settled so that one can move on the groovy splendour of being an old soul. All these major players of the House of Windsor are not only mature souls, but they are all related at the level of soul and have a very complex and rich past-life history, some of which include having been members of the royal family. Far be it for mere mortals to ever take anything such as spirituality and soul histories into consideration. For the truly racist boors, Catherine and William, Meghan was straight out of Compton. Meghan’s Black heritage was a non-negotiable. Adversely, William and Catherine, in general, fawn over non-Blacks as this is the current vogue in Western civilisation. And Britons are the only group of Whites who will never ever admit to being racist and to have mightily gained from the enslavement and exploitation of Meghan’s ancestors. Somehow, King Arthur, in their make believe world, merely waved his magic sword and faeries flittered about their magical isle where the kingdom was suddenly populated by castles and grand homes far and wide. Fleet Street has no other job, but to do the bidding of the senior royals: Charles and Camilla, William and Catherine. Conversely, for not having been born an aristocrat, Catherine was not an inappropriate bride for William. Indeed, classist boors notwithstanding, Catherine was born to be King Mother and that she has admirably achieved. It would also do one good to see beyond façades. Sight being the most dominant of human senses, we ever need to take the time to look callously at everyone through less myopic, jaundiced lenses. Who is this person, are they a mind set of 9 or energy body of 9? Could it be that they are a young-souled sage who happens to be a cynic with strong warrior casting, plus warrior task companion? Is this a mature or baby soul slave or just another young soul with truly fucked up overleaves? It is always good to hang back and critically listen. If one takes the time, you can glean a great deal beyond mere tangential markers like race, skin tone, body type, socio-economics. Seriously, Meghan is not a grifter, who is out to ruin Harry then divorce him for another husband. No, Meghan is a phenomenal artisan with an impeccable reincarnational royal backstory, who has the most awesome overleaves. You cannot fake Venus/Solar body type that’s coupled with being emotionally centred – The Queen’s beloved corgis attested to that. The racially predatory boors on Fleet Street do not know sweet fuck all and what they do know – the state of William and Catherine’s marriage, they will never ever divulge for fear of being ruined. Again, Catherine is as power mad as she is embarrassingly inarticulate. She is petty, vengeful, jealous and fault-finding, which is precisely why The Queen hardly ever had anything to do with her. She does not have cancer anymore than Meghan made her cry. What Catherine does have, is a newly refreshed face, looking like grandma’s doily-covered brand new Naugahyde sofa, on which positively no one is allowed to sit.

Go Harry go! Play hard and go to court and lay waste to Fleet Street like Alaric I did Rome. Harry was then present and it was at that time during battle that he mortally wounded Catherine, who of course has a score to settle. Like every human owed karma, passion more often than not gets the better of the magnetic pull of karmic bonds and before you know it, you are creating new karma, which had never been part of the original plan. In Meghan, Harry, you have a Queen, wife, lover, partner and mother to your two beautiful children, both of whom are cadre mates. In *Nacho, a man of fierce loyalty, you have a true brother, a comrade-in-arms who will never betray you; Nacho is neither interloper nor racist boor. Happy 40th Sir.

Nacho Figueras 4.3.1977 Snake 4.7.4 = 6

*Nacho is a seventh level young soul Warrior on his third life thereat. He is in the power mode and in the intellectual part of moving centre. He is kingly cast in cadence, in entity seven, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414, which would make him a warrior cadre mate of Merlin and mine as we are next door in entity six of cadre one.

Sing it Frank! Happy 40th Birthday Harry, you epitomise the very best of the indomitable human spirit. Shine on!

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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Bitch! I Don’t Need Fucking Gaydar!

President Obama bestows the Presidential Medal of Freedom on Vice-President Joe Biden

What you would want to do, is take you, your teeth, your crossdressing beard, take your private jet and vaffanculo in Italia. Keep the usual tumescent fare in your mouth, but do keep Biden’s name out your fucking mouth! Ton blasted cul… Lèche! As I once turned to someone at a dinner party at Les Karpinski’s Sentinel Hill home in tony West Vancouver and eloquently stated with vituperative panache, “Bitch I don’t need fucking Gaydar, I have had a life in showbiz and I am quite confidently in the know on this one.” At the time, there was discussion about the sexuality of a film actor with whom Merlin had had an affair. When I shared what I knew of said subject, I was readily dismissed by yet another pinched, bigot of the lisping and cum-farting brigade as telling tall tales. Thank you, President Biden and Dr. Jill Biden for your service to America. For five decades of the highest civilian service of putting nation above self. Love, respect and history will always honour you for what you’ve done for the American people.

Lady Naugahyde’s new Joker face

Human civilisation comprises one planet in one star system; there are no secrets. Long years ago, I briefly worked in the theatre, and a friend of Merlin’s, I came to know; contacts like these, which are all about the best gossip to be had, are most assiduously curated. I happen to know that someone whose relative is a famous international plastic surgeon, who resides in Britain, is confident that Catherine had a facelift. It goes without saying that this is woefully obvious to anyone not a somnambulant, mere mortal on the Isle of Baby Reindeer. Truly bizarre how preventative chemotherapy can leave one looking, 173 days later, on the backend of a facelift.

Alleged cancer-stricken Catherine initiates kiss with Wimbledon champ, Barbora Krejcikova

Again, please explain to me which woman having or having had chemotherapy goes about initiating kisses with strangers whilst being immunocompromised. I have friends and relatives who have been in remission for years and would never think to handshake, let alone kiss, a stranger. Of course, this is the same workshy, charlatan, liar who after claiming Hyperemesis Gravidarum was known to have jetted off to Mustique and observed frolicking in the Sun with no signs of HG.

Walking the facelift at Horse Guards Parade, 2024

Just look at her on leg one of her post royal racist PR makeover. Looking for all the world like an aggressive-pussied femme au foyer; there was fraulein Naugahyde, swishing away as though arriving for a long afternoon visit at her gynecologist’s.

Catherine, the White Queen, is NOT racist as the White tribe attests

Then here she is, the lying, vile racial predator, who not only made Meghan cry but whose pegged and bothered illegitimate husband was curtly told by Meghan, “If you don’t mind, keep your finger out of my face,” putting in her only appearance at Wimbledon, the men’s final match. Like clockwork, she came in playing shy and demure, an act that she can deftly pull off for being of 1 mindset. Such persons, myself included, are not only lone wolves, but they genuinely do not like crowds, being on and all that. However, make no mistakes about it, this was about finally vanquishing the assault by a slave’s descendant of being a racist royal. Nothing infuriates and drives Whites to ready denial than being accused of being racially predatory anti-Black racist boors. But, you are darling, all nine parts, mumbled hissing, venom and aggression. There is positively no way in high hell that had Jasmine Paolini won the women’s championship that Catherine would have initiated a kiss.

Prince Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex at the 2024 ESPYs

Of course, two days prior, an ocean away, the slithering Lady Naugahyde looked on at the ESPY Awards and the call was made to fight back. Morning, noon and all goddamn night, they weaponise the media and her racist social media sycophants to vilify, demonise and have at Meghan. How exactly does it make the mumbling bore any less inarticulate than a pretty frock and fascinator make the Beard and Merkin’s cockeyed daughter any less ugly?

Prince Harry accepts Pat Tillman Humanitarian Award on behalf of the Invictus Games Foundation

Anyway, after their weaponised Fleet Street hacks’ febrile campaign to demonise Prince Harry for being this year’s Pat Tillman Humanitarian Award recipient, there was Harry, cool, suave and slaying in his Armani suit with, Meghan, the most elegant royal bride this century by his side. Graciously, he shot back at the same Fleet Street hacks who made of Mary Tillman an identical racially predatory boor as they have coached and handsomely paid Thomas Markle Sr. to be. By acknowledging Ms. Tillman in the same breath as a reference to his elegantly ennobled mum, Diana, Princess of Wales, Prince Harry temperately told the racist royals and their weaponised press to go fuck themselves.

One only has to look at the guests in the royal box at Wimbledon, 2024 to see the inscrutable way the Waleses taunt the Sussexes with their racism. Three separate days Baroness Marie-Christine attended Wimbledon and was ever given pride of place. The plan, of course, was for Catherine not to have attended the tennis championships altogether with The Duchess of Gloucester lined up to hand out the championship awards.

Naturally, the ever predatory and jealous Catherine could not have had Sophie, The Duchess of Edinburgh do the honours as she is more senior than, Birgitte, The Duchess of Gloucester. As Sophie is blonde and far better-looking than the older minor royal, she could not be tolerated to step in for Catherine. This gives further insight to how threatened Catherine was by Meghan being so senior a royal, Black with kids whose exoticism would have been a threat to the coverage of her children.

Day 12 and Day 14 of Wimbledon championships, the dates of the men’s semi-finals and final, Prince Michael of Kent, who is 52nd in the line of succession and his unabashedly racist wife, baroness Marie-Christine were in attendance. Always they were sat in the front row of the royal box and never on the fringe seats of the royal box where consistently, Earl Snowdon, Princess Margaret’s creative son is sat each year. David Armstrong-Jones, The 2nd Earl Snowdon is 25th in the line of succession.

On day 4 of Wimbledon, the grandparents of the future Sovereign, King George VII, Catherine’s son, were sat in the royal box. There sat Carole and Michael Middleton but once in Wimbledon’s royal box, yet the entitled, pretentious boor, baroness Marie-Christine, attended twice; she is not even wedded to a minor royal of note who unlike the Duke of Kent, his brother, does more royal duties. The 2nd Earl Snowdon is seen on arrival at Wimbledon’s royal box on day 12.

On days 6 & 14 of the Wimbledon tennis championships, there were Baroness Marie-Christine’s odd-looking son with the bizarrely deep-set eyes sat in the royal box. Naturally, for the DailyFail, they got maximum coverage and as the 53rd in the line of succession’s wife is Jewish, they were treated as though, he, rather than Prince Harry, were the Sovereign’s second son. Good god there were even photos of them at their wedding. Indeed, it is not enough to lynch Meghan at every opportunity, but it is as if their Jewish princess and her coke-headed hubby deserved to be made Duke & Duchess of South Kensington and moved into the unoccupied 21-room renovated apartment, next door to apartment 1A, the Waleses’ home at Kensington Palace. Her hubby is neither 5th nor 6th in the line of succession, yet there they are given coverage as though they are regularly on tour throughout the commonwealth, in service to King and Country. To whom pray tell is this couple’s existence important in the scheme of things that it warrants multiple photos, fawning remarks, replete with a photo of their ancient wedding as though it were a true royal wedding? I suppose in due course, Peggalicious can adopt the 53rd in the line of succession as his true brother, an adopted half-brother, and create a duchy for him as is the custom for sons/brothers of the Sovereign and future Sovereign respectively.

Now to the business of royal racism and using Wimbledon’s royal box to one-up Harry & Meghan, straight on the heels of their successful appearance at the ESPYs. Day 3 saw the ever glorious Maria Sharapova & her super cool hubby, Alexander Gilkes in the royal box. Others were not so lucky, like Marvin & Rochelle Humes, Jodie Kidd, Hannah Waddington and the always intoxicating, Emma Weymouth, Marchioness of Bath. This early in the championship, the big names are not out in force; furthermore, there was no need on the part of Peggalicious to eclipse Harry & Meghan’s appearance at the ESPYs.

Day 4 saw the grandparents of the future Sovereign, King George VII, Carole & Michael Middleton. The next day, 5, saw Oscar winner, Dustin Hoffman and wife, Andrew Lloyd-Webber recently installed as a Knight of the Garter and NFL Kansas City Chiefs champion quarterback, Patrick Mahomes & wife Brittany. They did not make it to the royal box.

On day 6, the royal box began the daily parade of sports luminaries, of which there were a few. Among the attendees was Sir Ben Ainslie whose suspicious closeness with Catherine, The Princess of Wales has seen him relocate to America, supposedly in preparation of the America’s Cup; but did it require having to sell his house, too? Also, in attendance, Chris Hoy. Cricketer Ben Stokes, an exceptionally handsome human and wife, Clare Ratcliffe. Gareth Edwards, Skater Jayne Torville along with Christopher Dean – not featured herein, Jos Buttler with wife. Rugby champion, Lawrence Dallaglio also in the royal box. Tennis great Mark Philippoussis also on day 6. Lastly, Peter Fleming was sat in the royal box.

Day 8 saw an actual royal in the royal box, Prince Albert II of Monaco with a female relative. Actor & philanthropist Lenny Henry with partner and Oscar winning actor, Mark Rylance all occupied the royal box.

Day 9th at Wimbledon saw the 28th in the line of succession, Lady Sarah Chatto and husband, Daniel Chatto. Michael McIntyre & Stephen Fry held court in the royal box. Also, in the royal box were Princess Beatrice & Edoardo Mapelli-Mozzi who’s commendably effected the princess’ blooming empowerment. On Stephen Fry’s other side was American actor, Lena Dunham. The other luminary couple in the royal box, actress Sienna Miller and beau, Oli Green.

Day 11 and the Wimbledon royal box was well attended. Queen Camilla & her handsome sister, Annabel Elliot sat front and centre at the ladies semi final matches. Also present was Bjorn Ulvaeus of ABBA fame attended. Camilla was sat between her sister and Deborah Jevans. Jemima Khan and actor Richard E. Grant were sat behind statesman, William Hague. After having been dumped by his wealthy sugar mama, Lindsay, Peter Phillips and his rebound fuck du jour were also present in the royal box. The Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby and his spouse were also spotted in SW19. Elusive actor Keira Knightley attended with her rock musician hubby. Former Governor of Bank of Canada and Bank of England, Mark Carney attended and chatted with William Hague.

On day 12, the men’s semi final, Annabel Goldsmith held court; she is the mother of Jemima Khan and Zac Goldsmith who also attended, same day as his mum and not the day prior along with his sister. Elisabet Ebenstein accompanied the dry-witted actor, Hugh Grant. Edward Norton attended with his mum, as did actor Rami Malek attend with his mum-in-law. Shirley Bassey was wrapped in a shawl. Birgitte, The Duchess of Gloucester was present; I don’t believe that I’ve ever seen, Prince Richard, The Duke of Gloucester, her spouse, in attendance at Wimbledon. Actor Stanley Tucci attended along with Tristram Hunt. The men’s semi-final was fantastically gripping.

Day 13 and the ladies championship. The young Black Italian, automatically precluded Catherine putting in an appearance. Win or lose, she was not prepared to go handshaking or make like nice to another Black female tennis player, in this case, Jasmine Paolini, who frankly choked for making it to the big time.

My lovely sister, Pandora da Brgha, her hubby, James van Hammer and our doctor niece, Edwina de Lavallée, who jetted in from New York City attended the ladies final at SW19. Persons who attended but were not in the royal box: Zendaya, looking as ever chic and elegant. Also, in attendance was actor, Pierce Brosnan who made a rather commanding 007 in his heyday. I am not certain if Tom Cruise was sat in the royal box that day, though, he definitely was the day following. Hugh Jackman was sat with the ravishing Kate Beckinsale, who days later demanded that that little twat, Lady Windsor, the royal kiss-ass and Middleton lapdog, retract an article in the DailyFail, in which the lying guttersnipe and anti-Black racist with an arch animus against Meghan, was called out for telling lies on the actress, Ms. Beckinsale. The Fleet Street vermin never learn. Also, in the royal box were broadcaster, Trevor McDonald and entertainer, Cliff Richard. Back for more, was actor, James Norton, looking less formal than the day prior. Lastly, in the royal box were Darcey Bussell one of the Royal Ballet’s true gems of her generation and fellow dancer, Johannes Radebe.

Carlos Alcaraz & Novak Djokovic

Finally, day 14, men’s championship; sadly, Carlos Alcaraz’s good luck charm, King Felipe VI was not present. Over the years, I have come to truly love Novak Djokovic, despite his vaccine politics. Myself, owing to my spouse being 24/7 on oxygen, we both have to get the latest Covid shot and I wear multiple masks at all times when out my front door. So no more annual subscriptions to the BOTS – Ballet, Opera Theatre & Symphony, but I will make the odd exception then take every possible precaution; the alternative is simply not an option.

Catherine looked sensational in one of the two official Wimbledon colours. The gold earrings beautifully complemented the purple dress. There was one odd moment where, when briefly in closeup, her mouth did this involuntary square smile, which she neurotically covered by abruptly collapsing her mouth shut. This sort of quirk, I have witnessed after persons have recently had work done when the new tautness results is muscle twitches as the new normal is being adjusted to.

On the final day, the royal box was flushed with powerful guests. After the Sussexes triumph at the ESPYs, you knew that the Waleses would respond. Catherine was accompanied by Princess Charlotte, who like her mother seems to be a warrior soul. Warriors and King souls are always the dominant partner in any relationship/dynamic. Future Sovereign or not, Catherine’s overleaves validate her being the dominant partner in their relationship in this incarnation; William and Catherine are, after all, task companions. Though she has always reminded me of Wallis Simpson, you first have to die before reincarnating; that rules out Pippa Middleton-Matthews having been Wallis Simpson in her immediate past life, the latter passed in 1986 whilst the former reincarnated in 1983. Really good to see Andre Agassi at the men’s final. I remember when his rock star vibes ruled at the SW19. Julia Roberts was a big get for the royal box; this only validates the BAFTA president, Prince William, The Prince of Wales, using his clout to try and show up the Sussexes. Does he not realise that Julia grew up knowing Martin Luther King Jr.’s family and would never countenance the anti-Black racism that the Waleses make no bones about projecting to the world, despite their denials. Tom Cruise was definitely in the royal box on the final day of Wimbledon. Benedict Cumberbatch and his wife were also sat in the royal box on the Wimbledon’s final day. Rod Laver, the Australian tennis maverick was present; good to have seen him.

Supremacist Baroness Marie-Christine’s relations

As ever, the royal family’s racist Baroness Marie-Christine and her gang were in full force, acting as though they were senior working royals. Then again, their presence was all about taunting Harry and Meghan; never forget how utterly obsessed, racist and petty William and Catherine are with Harry and Meghan. Finally, it is always good to see London mayor, Sadiq Khan, who thankfully is not a chav-like, blasted buffoon like a predecessor of his, who whored as Prime Minister in a bid to keep up support payments for his brood with multiple women.

That’s right, Peggalicious, losers never win and “never coming home” proved true of the UEFA trophy and Prince Harry, who made it perfectly clear that he has no intentions of bringing Meghan and his children back to Britain anytime soon. Indeed, congratulations to HM King Felipe VI and the Spanish football team for having won the 2024 UEFA Championship trophy.

Prince Harry Tabloids on Trial ITV Documentary, July 2024

Despite Harry making it perfectly clear during a sit down interview for ITV’s documentary, Tabloids on Trial, which aired on July 25, 2024, the tabloids still cakewalk as though, they had no knowledge of the documentary.

Fabricated headline based nowhere in either fact or reality

Furthermore, as though Prince Harry is not now engaged in legal proceedings against the Daily Mail, they persist with attacking and lying about both him and his wife. Meghan’s numerology is 4.3.4 = 11. There is nothing wishy-washy about this woman; for Meghan, no means “fuck off, you are dead to me.” Of course, the next day, DailyFail then published an article that Catherine was going to be able to spend the long summer spell at Balmoral Castle. This suggests two things: her cancer treatment is going splendidly and more importantly, the Sussexes are snubbed because they cannot be allowed to be around Catherine after the ‘negress’ had speciously alleged that there were racist concerns about Archie’s skin tone and what that would mean and look like for the royal family. Catherine has never had cancer and this was used for two reasons, to eclipse her revelation as one of two royal racists and to allow her plastic surgery procedures results to fully heal.

Never forget that Charles will never forgive Meghan for having outed him as one of the two royal racists – which eventually Omid Scobie in Endgame did, during her sit down interview in March, 2021 with Oprah. This is why when The Queen passed, Meghan was not allowed to attend Balmoral, why she was not invited to Charles’ coronation and why he will never see her blasted little pickaninnies. Charles is a fucking petty, vindictive, racist boor. Above all else, we Blacks know that you can never, ever expect Whites not to be White. Omid is truly commendable in having exposed the two royal racists’ names. After all, Prince Harry chose to backtrack and state during his ITV interview with Tom Bradby at the press rounds of SPARE that his family perhaps unknowingly suffered from unconscious bias. Well, thank goodness Omid cleared that up for Harry and Meghan in Endgame, leaving no doubts as to whom those royal racists are, Charles and Catherine; of course, they can hardly be expected to be the only members of the House of Windsor who are anti-Black racist boors.

As predictable as flies on shit, along comes another Meghan thrashing in that shit-stained Fleet Street cumrag, DailyFail, gloating over the fact that the royals yet again have not wished Meghan a happy birthday. Master numbered persons are thoroughly dismissive of persons who do not count for fuck all, Meghan included. Next day, along comes yet another article, crowning the racist baroness Marie-Christine’s daughter-in-law for her birthday. Of course, said article also had throwback photographs of her wedding in a dress that looked like cheap silk curtains that are usually seen in photographs with linoleum-covered floors. Even on her birthday, there was our darling princess on the cover of Tatler – that ode to White classist British snobbery, being celebrated for her desirability over the likes of the American whose birthday it was the day prior. You certainly won’t be hearing Chelsea Handler, Bethenny Frankel, Sharon Osborne, Angela Levin, et al, bitching with unbridled hatred about how the untrustworthy bitch, whom they do not like, is not deserving.

Prince Andrew, The Duke of York

Let’s be very clear, the House of Windsor principals, Charles and William are letting the world know that they do not give a fuck about being perceived as anti-Black racists. By parading baroness Marie-Christine, she of the blackamoor brooch and the two black ewes named, Venus and Serena, they are telling the world that being anti-Black racist is not an issue. After all, this is a world where Apartheid existed in South Africa and the racism in Britain, from the ’70s riots in Brixton to the current racist attacks, the Sovereign(s) have not part lips, thereby showing their firm resolve that they do not give a living fuck. Tough! The fact of the matter is that Prince Andrew has all but been rendered invisible; he is not allowed to public functions as his exposed paedophilia is a source of embarrassment. More importantly, Andrew cannot be allowed to provoke the public’s wrath as to do so, will get people starting to talk about Charles’ association with Jimmy Savile, Gary Glitter and others who were/are known paedophiles. Mere mortals are readily played but parading racist baroness Marie-Christine and her ‘exceptional’ actress daughter-in-law who with her offspring were not problematic for the House of Windsor. Never mind that her kids are right little gubbiloutettes*, she is paraded front and centre and in the company of senior most royals as Charles, William and their spouses let the world know that they do not give a fuck about Blacks being butt hurt by their racism. Go fuck yourself is there staged response. Baroness Marie-Christine and her daughter-in-law do not end up at Wimbledon more than any other royals in the royal box in 2024, then turn up on the cover of Tatler if it were not sanctioned by Charles and William. William, of course, was quickly shielded way back when, as it emerged that he was doing cocaine in the company of baroness Marie-Christine’s son!

William & his horribly scraggly beard

Go on, you two, go out of your way to spite Meghan even more, by making your darling Jewish princess, The Duchess of South Kensington. If only one would read the fucking planet because in this post-October 8, 2023 paradigm, no one, having seen what – thanks to social media being at the epicentre of genocide, we have borne witness to, have long ago ditched what was a most suffocating jaundiced status quo. Go on, as Olivier a Montréal friend always sarcastically said in imitation of Oprah of Hollywood and its Brahminism, “You get an award! You get an award! You get an award!” Blasted murderous thugs.

Never mind Tom Cruise, what has Catherine had done to her face?

Again, please explain why this tactic was not taken on Catherine’s return after 173 days. There was that photo in Berkshire where her face was unusually bloated. At that time or since, any number of plastic surgeons could have been employed by the Fleet Street thugs and done an honest assessment of what work Catherine had done and by a number of leading plastic surgeons.

Instead, we keep to the line that she has cancer; of course, Tom Cruise can also be savaged as he is, after all, a mere Yank at the end of the day. I will say this much, as is clearly obvious, no amount of plastic surgery ever succeeds in glossing over the look of a hard-faced drunk. For her petty, racist obsessive grudge, which clearly extends beyond Meghan to now include Blake Lively, you can never fathom how petty these senior royals are.

Blake Lively for having provoked the wrath of the royals and their Fleet Street thugs, has found herself in hot water. Of late, she has been character assassinated, on a daily basis, with the DailyFail going to great lengths to show what a dishonorable person she is; all this because she made a quip about Catherine, The Princess of Wales when she was in hiding recovering from her facelift and not cancer as they have speciously alleged – there is no such damn thing as preventative chemotherapy. Let’s face it the House of Windsor has for generations had serious credibility issues.

She said what the hell she said and there is no reason for her to have turned around and obsequiously apologised when Britons do not give a goddamn about ‘Yanks’ and are having quite a go at eviscerating Blake’s character. Look at the campaign by British tabloids to have Blake cancelled for having given offence to their boring, inarticulate princess whom they damn well know does not have cancer but had a facelift and they fully understand, it was all a PR stunt. Blake is American, a proud self-made one at that; why should she be lynched by racist boors whom Americans defeated near 250 years ago. All this BS because the Waleses are toxic bullies and vindictive in the extreme. This headline is precisely why Blake’s SM presence is being swarmed by legions of royalist zombies hurling abuse at her. Don’t they realise that Blake is a core friend of Taylor Swift’s and her husband Ryan Reynolds will scrap with anyone in defense of his wife?

Farcical Misogynoir hatemongers

The Misogynoir Hatemongers’ Ball, an affair about as socially relevant as Pluto is to Sol. They peddle in lies, anti-Black racism and hatred and vilification of the first Black woman who broke a glass ceiling, in this case, marrying and bearing two children to the son of the Sovereign. Naturally, their stock in trade is to deny the existence or the legitimacy of Harry and Meghan’s children. Meghan for these vile trolls is no different to Michelle Obama, Dr. Jocelyn Elders, Vanessa Williams, Kamala Harris, Oprah Winfrey and many others. They are all firsts in their own right as Black women and for that, they are reviled, and no end of hatred and lies are told about them all. As Merlin said of bad productions like that masquerading on YouTube and elsewhere, “They may think it’s theatre but it is no more than farce!” Just look at it, lady my ass… Bitch you neither bleed nor breed!

Jumbie Fire

When I was a child growing up in St. Kitts with its French, English and most definitely mysterious African influences, there was the most fascinating event that occurred when I was an eight-year old boy full of laughter and most lucid dreams. A family which had relatives in the U. S. Virgin Islands and travelled there from time to time, then received a parcel, at the holidays as one does. These parcels are seen as major status symbols. Well, the most fascinating spectacular soon befell that family. At all hours of the day and with no regularity, there would be screams from the house and clothing and suitcases, thrown from the house into the yard. They would be ablaze with the most white-hot looking blue-white flame. The flames had the most peculiar smell, which I have never smelt since; oddly enough, the flames made no sound. The flame would last for several minutes soothing up the item(s) aflame and then abruptly the pyrotechnical oddity would suddenly cease with an abrupt plopping out of existence. There were times even whilst fully clothed, the family members would be set ablaze. As school children, my chums and I could not wait for recess to rush across the street and take in the spectacle of the jumbie fire*. There was no getting around the fact that there were unseen forces at such times when the flames were active. This only ever occurred within the confines of the family’s home and property. Then at the exact six-month anniversary, the ‘obeah*’ induced jumbie fires simply stopped. During the course of that time, the family lost its status with at least one member fleeing the island and going off (going crazy). The tale was that the family had provoked someone’s wrath and as a result they were obeahed and that was that. For these vile racist trolls, who relentless lie and racially prey on Harry and Meghan, what a pity that Meghan’s maternal family were not West Indians…

So you know that Catherine and William are nasty people, there was Catherine in Soho on the eve of the coronation, familiarly speaking for long minutes and taking selfies with the subject on the far right in the photograph taken at the hatemongers’ ball. That troll spends night and day online, inciting anti-Black racism against Meghan, which like all cowardly racist Whites, will be readily denied as having any basis in racism and besides they always have some fucking absurd anecdotes about their Black friends and, of course, like Blacks for Trump, they’ll always be some self-loathing fool glad to be within the clique by hating Meghan even more vociferously than most. William made an attempt to have Catherine stop speaking to said troll and move along. Finally, when the Waleses were returned to the Range Rover – duct taped sideview mirror and all – as they began pulling away, William could be heard reaming Catherine as she looked out the window, doing her usual, “Fuck you, I’m a rich White girl and I don’t give two fucks,” rictus smile. The photos were captured from TikToker London City Walks livestream that day. All those professional trolls are a testament of just how much we Blacks are obsessively stalked and hated by the racial predator. I cannot think of anything more base a displacement of humanity than to make money off someone you actively hate with consuming ugliness of spirit. Truly, not fit to piss on… except on their graves.

Kamala Harris

Well, will you look at that. Perhaps, in the pre-October 8, 2023 paradigm, Kamala Harris would feel obliged to choose Josh Shapiro as her running mate. Of course, from the word go, the misogynoir surfaced, with the same accusations as levelled at Meghan being regurgitated about Kamala. Then there was the all-out racist vitriol in the comments at English language Israeli newspapers online. The usual canards were ubiquitous: she is an anti-Semite. We know the Blacks hate us. We are all voting for Trump. Well, if you are going to be so selective, could it just be that Harris and Shapiro simply would never get along? Oxes (Josh) and Dragons (Kamala, and Walz, for that matter) do not make good business partners of any kind; their numerology is also at odds.

Joan Rivers Lies about Michelle Obama

Oldest trick in showbiz, as Merlin would say, how does a Jew be racist towards Blacks? Tell a lie and make a joke of it, “ha ha ha” and readily one is believed and, of course, it is true. Well, there is the little wingless monkey from The Wizard of Oz, rotting in hell and ugly the fuck as ever. Go fuck yourself, racist gilt! That, and never having found the time to pull a second best actress Oscar from high up your ass to award a Black actress, couldn’t possibly be reasons enough why Shapiro is not on the ticket.

Racist Briton not voting for Kamala. Truly shocked…

Treat people like shit, being racist boors and expect them to either forget or suffer you… In what world, pray tell, would this even make sense? Seriously, how does your boohoo grudge even matter? 70% of the American electorate, you are not. Straightaway, the markets went into freefall, and did anyone even give two fucks? It is after all SOP. The ugly grudge behind Joan Rivers’ ‘joke’ is that Michelle Obama, like Meghan is a Black woman and first – first Black First Lady and first Black to marry the Princely son of a then future Sovereign, and for that on this planet, she will be the subject of the most virulent misogynoir.

Vanessa Williams, first Black Ms. U.S.A winner, 1984

Just look at what happened with another first, Vanessa Williams. Vanessa having been the first Black Miss U.S. A. had to be cancelled. Her victory was an affront, and by whatever means, she had to be disgraced and fall from her Icarian heights. Near the end of her reign as Miss U. S. A., Penthouse magazine published nude photographs of Ms. Williams, which were grounds enough for her to have relinquished her title and be disgraced. Had this ever happened to any of her predecessors? Of course not. Had any of her predecessors modelled in the nude prior to having been crowned? This very likely had been the case, but there was no scandal to be had in thusly exposing a White Miss U.S.A. Penthouse publishing the photographs, was about letting Vanessa Williams know that all she was, was a cheap whore and not deserving of the Miss U. S. A. title.

Kamala, Meghan, Vanessa, Michelle Obama and many others, including Oprah. They will always racially prey on these trailblazing Black women and lynch them in the media and by any means necessary, especially if they can do so via sexual scandal. That is the ugliness of misogynoir. Another trailblazing Black woman is Dr. Jocelyn Elders; she was appointed by President Clinton as the first Black female Surgeon General of the United States and only the second woman. Her appointment was seen as controversial. Everything this woman said was met with consternation and ridicule as though she were an uneducated, unqualified, unemployed woman from the sticks, who had been appointed to the job as a prank. Eventually, Dr. Elders had to resign because of her comments on masturbation. It is not just a matter of NIMBY (not in my neighbourhood), but it simply is a matter of being lynched and disgraced for having made it into the history books. Of course, we are today arrived at a chilling moment where racist boors like that homo-repressed jackass, Ron DeSantis go around banning Black books and there is a White tribal campaign that would like to remove Black history from the American education system altogether. Please then stop insulting us by squatting all over Jazz; positively nothing is more repugnant than having Black culture thusly violated.

Jeremy Clarkson incites anti-Black racism against Meghan

Another example of DailyFail’s relentless campaign to defame and incite racial animus against Meghan. Jeremy Clarkson, that ugly racist White male asshole, launches a second attack on Meghan, criticising her baby shower in New York – five years on, and positively every comment becomes an excuse for racist mere mortals to rabidly regurgitate lies and indulge in racist animus towards Meghan, the Black woman who dared to shatter the mythos of their princely fairytale.

Harry, Meghan & The Queen royal ascot, June 2018

No assholes, the baby shower was a way to escape the surveillance and racially predatory hellhole of courtiers and the Waleses so that plans could be put in motion – one always needs a Plan B when possessed of master numbers. Clearly, for Meghan, the experience of life at court was insufferable. The Queen did as much as she could; however, both The Queen and The Sussexes knew that there was no getting around Charles and William when she was fast en route to the crypt at St. George’s Chapel. Like a true entity mate, The Queen knew the wisdom in bestowing her blessing on The Sussexes’ union, because with little time left her, there could be no lengthy courtship. The Queen knew that were she to die, neither Charles nor William would have sanctioned the marriage of Harry and Meghan.

Pimped by gangsta playa, Snoop Dogg

So many moons later, just look at the desperate for approbation, “we are very much not a racist family” go out and lasso Snoop Dogg. Do these clowns not realise that their racism is an open secret in Hollywood, Black Hollywood most of all? Baldy tryin’ to flex and as ever, coming up short. They are racist boors and people never forget the way you made them feel or the wrong you did to them and continue to as you persist with pimping out your Fleet Street whores on the Sussexes.

Ms. Thiel’s log cabin hussy, never goes tricking without her Maybelline

Goddamn those log cabin Christian Nationalist Fascists; first they wanted closeted Mike Pence a heartbeat from the Presidency. Now, they want this pretty-eyed crossdresser with eyeliner like Elizabeth Taylor’s on the ticket. Certainly, he is not gonna set off Gaydar before November 5. What this log cabin madness has brought to the surface, is the abiding open racial animus from White Gays towards Blacks. Naturally, as Kamala did not choose Pete Buttigieg, White Gays have been pissed. Twice I was openly verbally attacked in the Gay Village for merely being on the sidewalk with my bike en route to or from a store. Come 2025, I hope that director, John Waters is able to convince J. D. Vance to star as Martha in a crossdressing musical remake of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Kamala could not for being Black and female have chosen Buttigieg as a running mate. She would readily lose centrist, Christian voters for whom Gay marriage, lifestyles and politics are a compromise that they are not able to morally address as open-minded as they see themselves.

Lena Horne Believe in Yourself 1981 Tony Awards

Another incident occurred post-Kamala’s campaign kickoff, which coincided with the 77th anniversary of Merlin’s birth, as I stood in line waiting my turn at the depanneur. Without fail, bigots emboldened by whatever they’ve seen and said on social media or on TV, they head out into the world intent on being racially predatory. Sure enough, along came Karen number 1 billion, 8 hundred million, five hundred thousand and sixty-one; just shy of six feet, she vulgarly barked down at me, “Look buddy, I was in the line first, get out of my spot!” Slowly, I turned and looked, “Yeah you, I’m talking to you!” Naturally, as she is White cisfemale, no one said fuck all, which made it my turn. “Bitch your ass is flat for a fucking reason, go the fuck home and take more cock up your fucking flat ass. Do I look like I just ate a goddamn Rodney King sandwich for fucking lunch?” Born a West Indian, I rudely sucked teeth at her and soon it was my turn to ring in my purchases. Her little scene not quite going as she had intended, the racist boor began baying blah, blah, blah, over which I loudly drowned her out by reworking the lyrics with a coloratura coda of vocalese, “What a little sunshine wouldn’t do….”

Spiritual lightsabres and music to keep chakras, aura centred & fortified

The Asian male cashier, acting as though the vituperative contretemps had not occurred, nervously said hello then graciously wished me a good day, as I took leave – you’re damn right, it was a fucking good day. Every goddamn day I head out my art-filled home, I will experience racial aggression in varying degrees of intensity; that is simply the state of the world and both a world and personal truth. I am also acutely aware that every goddamn day on this planet, White males in alarming numbers are on every continent, having sex with minors without little to no repercussions or media the world over addressing this sexually predatory pandemic. Somehow, this 5’4″ Afro-Sephardic Queen is being treated as though I had just humped that lunatic racist boor’s fucking chihuahua. Da fuck? Thus, I came home and had Lena Horne’s magic repel that low-vibrational ghoul and her hideously dense energy the fuck off my aura.

Charlie Drinkwater & Doug Wilson, 1977

Charlie Drinkwater and Doug Wilson were two of the most gloriously idyllic friends and lovers from my youth. I met Charlie when I would sneak off to The Quest disco on Yonge Street after studying at the Metropolitan library on Yonge at Asquith, I would then hightail it down to Yonge and Hayden Streets, where I danced my heart out oftentimes with Charlie. They were the loving and most nurturing role models of mine. I was not yet eighteen, when I met Charlie and years later, I would meet Doug in about 1985.

Toronto Reference Library

Doug came to a garden party at our Cabbagetown home with a mutual friend, who had actually set up Merlin and me on the blind date that started it all. Doug and I looked into the other’s soul, said hi, kissed, purred and our past-life bond was reaffirmed. Charlie was the first person whom I kissed who smoked cigarettes; it took some getting used to. Charlie loved foreplay and a super kisser of the rarest kind, he certainly was. Doug was the most flagrantly idealistic, gentle-souled lover imaginable. It goes without saying that he is an entity mate with whom I have shared many past lives, our late 20th century encounter being the 36th, which is a lot. Charlie and I were sharing our 19 reincarnational association in fin de siècle Toronto. Charlie, like Doug, is an artisan soul in my entity. Doug and I had a robust, casual sexual relationship, which was always about the most soul-soothing intimacy imaginable. They protected me and watched out for me in a way that was not commonplace in the Gay community. They made me feel at home by having me contribute to their passionate activism by helping to make posters for the marches and demonstrations. Also, among my role models was the actor, Errol Ramsay; the Bajan was the sweetest most kindhearted human imaginable. Thus, quite jarring it has been for me with all these persons long passed of AIDS, to currently experience the open racist hatred from twentysomething and thirtysomething White Gays.

Two days running as I did errands on my bike, I was accosted by tall aggressive bottom-looking White Gays who predatorily approached me as I rode on my bike. One told me to get the hell off the sidewalk and out of the neighbourhood. The day following, the three Gays who likely lived in the Vaseline Tower in which the depanneur is situated, aggressively made for me. One of them shoved his hand in my face as I hopped on the bike to ride it off the sidewalk. It is a very wide sidewalk and there was no one save the three of them and a few others coming towards me, and at a distance to the three Gays’ rear. “Get off the fucking sidewalk!” There was so much hatred in his tone; of course, I knew that it likely was rage at Kamala Harris not having chosen Pete Buttigieg as her running mate, Ducking my head as his right index finger came at me, I broke and hopped off my bike, and shot back. “Yeah, you want some, come on, you fucking backward-pussied, ass-eating cunt! Come on!” “Keep off the fucking sidewalk,” he shot back as they kept walking away. As though he so much as owned the damn sidewalk. “Trump’s gonna win and too bad for you,” called the blond in the middle. “Becky shut the fuck up and crawl the fuck back in your Vaseline log cabin,” I called after them as they kept walking away. The level of animus and racist aggression has since July 21, when President Biden stepped aside, is palpable; I cannot begin to imagine what it must be like in America.

Winter Moon

Serigraph

32 x 32 Inches

Artist Proof: II/III

©2023 Susan A. Point

Provenance: da Brgha Collection.

Before he passed last August, my oldest friend and lover requested that I purchase a First Nations piece that I could use when meditating and on reflecting on his life and our abiding love. Sweet and blissful dreams my darling.

*Gubbiloutette – unfortunate looking. (Posh patois of creole origin; St. Kitts was both a French and English island).

*Jumbie fire – Jumbie is patois for ghost or occult/obeah phantoms.

*Obeah – patois for voodoo, the occult, sorcery.

Modern Jazz Quartet North Sea Jazz Festival 1982

Modern Jazz Quartet grooving the souls of the spiritually evolved.

Percy Heath – Bass

John Lewis – Piano

Milt Jackson – Vibraphone

Connie Cay – Drums

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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©2013-2025 Arvin da Brgha. All Rights Reserved.

Back to the Moon and All Hail the Tampon King!

One of the most powerful dreams had, whilst living for seven years in Montréal, occurred early during my stay in the lovely city.  This dream was truly momentous.  The travels in consciousness, whilst astral-projected, were energetically facilitated by being in contact with Merlin.

The dreams occurred on Monday, October 6, 1997 whilst the Moon transited both Sagittarius and my seventh house.  I am inclined to believe that this astral-projected experience occurred not on some far-off distant world but here on Earth’s Moon. The dreams were had during the second or ‘B’ sleep cycle that day.  I had been in the meditative state prior to sleep and was also having trouble getting to sleep.

For one, my pyramid was still back in Vancouver and thus I lacked my usual grounding.  For another, I had to endure my ignoramus neighbour’s loudmouth noise pollution.  He did nothing but nightly talk, on his phone, bullshit no end. This was especially infuriating since I was then working the midnight shift.  My sleep was always being ruined when this man came home from his dead-end job and talked nonstop on the phone.  

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*Also am reposting this dream because prior to the last blog post, “Two of a Kind” I had a dream was set in this same otherworldly locale. This time, I encountered a parent and persons who have since become astral plane habitués.

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2865 rue Goyer, Montréal

*Prior to sleep, whilst in the meditative state, I had been lying in bed.  My pyramid has not yet arrived from Vancouver.  Here I was really connected and felt increasingly relaxed and opened up to the light within.

So with that I sought to have a positive connection with my task companion during the dreamtime.  To that end, I opened myself to experience contact with my trusty soul mate.

**By the time that I had relocated to Montréal, I had learnt of my connection to Merlin.  Merlin’s overleaves and mine were, by then, channelled by Mathilde Duchenne who was part of the original Michael group. Merlin, of course, is my task companion.  END.

This experience occurred just after 21:00.

vDream one.  Simultaneously whilst still awake, I experienced a sudden, jolting surge of energy at my solar plexus.  This vibration was very powerful. Then, it was as if I began hugging and flipping from my back onto my right side in the process.  It was as though I were hugging Merlin had he been there in bed with me. I told Merlin that I loved him whilst simultaneously the energy surging through me was akin to raw, electromagnetic energy.  This was quite intense and a bit overpowering.

Too, I began experiencing a zinging, high-pitched tone in my ears.  This was so intense that it seemed as if on the verge of causing an aneurysm – or at least what I assumed an aneurysm would manifest.  It did take me a moment before realising that I was still lying on my back. Indeed, I was astral projecting.

This is what allowed me to be, simultaneously on my right side, in yet another dimension as well.  There, I was on my right side on the astral plane with Merlin.  I was hugging him whilst lying in bed yet spatially aware here in the waking state. As I was lying in embrace with Merlin, I began experiencing a variation in the zinging pitch’s tonality.  Now it began wavering, as if in and out of frequency.

Whilst alternately not so, sometimes it was high-pitched in tone.  Either way, it was most unbearable.  I was afraid that at the end of the experience, I would be rendered deaf – it was that intense.

Next, I began feeling movement behind my back – here on the bed.  It was based close up by the shoulders.  The feeling was akin to back when Merlin and I lived at 20 Amelia Street and either Zora or Whoopi would come up on the pillows during the night to be closer and more affectionate. It really did feel as though a cat had leapt onto the bed – here in my 17-2865 rue Goyer, Montréal apartment.  So to ground the experience, I said aloud, “Well, of course, it’s you Merlin because here comes one of the cats.”

The experience now became elevated to the next level.  With that, I experienced what can only be described as the cap of the top of my head explosively blowing off. My crown chakra had come undone.  I was being realigned.  My chakras and energy were thoroughly reworked by, Merlin, the dream magus himself. Simultaneously as my body rattled away, even more so than before, I began experiencing a two-way flow of the most intense, yellow-gold light energies.

Quite simply, it was as if my head was the exhaust of a space-shuttle at blast off.  As if my poor body were not sufficiently taxed, now I was being touched by Merlin’s soul itself. Even though my lids were closed, I kept them closed not wanting the experience to end anytime soon.  I was hanging on for the ride; I matched its cosmic intensity as best my body could muster. As the experience endured, it became a yellow-white light.  Throughout all this, I heard my noisy Jamaican neighbour talking.

Even though the room was dark, as I was lying there in meditation, spatially I felt it become intensely illumined.  It matched the brilliance of the light energies that I experienced. Even as I was lying there in bed, I could feel the light’s intensity on my face and exposed arms.  Clearly, I was in two planes simultaneously. My soul was lucidly focussed both on the astral plane and the physical plane.  In the latter, I was lying in meditation of a most sublime though intense nature.

Interestingly enough, just as in the fifth dream of July 9, 1993 when I would encounter Merlin on the astral plane, I was sharing energy with him who had been on my right side. When the energy transference session was concluded, which happened for quite some time, a new wave of energy was begun. Encircling my head, starting at just below the ears, a heavy wave of energy moved slowly up my head.  The energy ended at the blown-off crown chakra.  This was a truly phenomenal experience. Quite simply, it did feel as though my skull itself was being warped.  It felt like a rippling succession of waves that moved – always from bottom to top.  As it moved upwards, the sonic waves droned in and out of intensity and pulsated as well.

It was like having a humpback whale singing the same two notes, over and over again, next to one’s ears.  Overwhelming, this was an intensely charged energy experience. For whatever reasons, I decided that I would try to get up.  If my head were towards true north, I thought that it would be much better.  I was keenly aware that I was still lying in bed in my apartment. Too, I was aware that I was definitely not asleep. After all, the neighbour was arguing about whether or not Dennis Rodman was a battyman – Gay. One thing that I peripherally gathered, from their conversation, was that he was talking to a man named Henry.  This man’s conversation was such absolute, mindless bullshit.

To have hugged Merlin was like hugging pure light energy which is why it was so intense.  When it was over, my astral projecting self rolled off my right side and back onto my back. Even though I was returned to my body, I was not fully returned to the shell of my physical body.  I was still astral-projected to being with Merlin on the astral plane. I felt as though I hovered two thirds out and above my reclining body.  My astral self was levitating above my body.  It felt as though my body was a body of water, as it were, it was the ocean. My astral self felt as if floating in the water with just an inch of it above the water’s surface.  It felt as though I were floating in a heavy body of water.

Spurring myself on, I told myself that I could muster the willpower to pick up my body and move.  I said aloud, “Come on, Arvin.  You can do it.  Get up, take the bed and relocate it so that you end up with your head to the north.” Too, I thought passingly of having the light in the room turned on… somewhat.  I was keenly aware that the large crystal was directly behind my head – in the waking state, of course. I desperately wanted, at times, to reach back behind my head and touch the powerful quartz crystal.  None of these things that I wanted to do, I was able to.

Undaunted, I told myself to get it together as it was not as if I were paralysed.  When I tried to move, I got up a bit but it was so sudden that it was almost displacing. Furthermore, the whirring energies about my head intensified becoming more so crushing than before.  Instead of my, legs swinging off the bed to the floor, my body did. I landed face down, with a thud, onto the floor beside the bed.  Oh dear, not quite what I had been expecting.  I guess that I had overshot my mark.  My head was in the same direction as when I had been lying on the bed. Thank goodness, it was not a bunk bed but merely a couple of mattresses on the floor.  Of course, my furniture has yet to arrive here from Vancouver.

Collapsed, my body was crushed against the floor.  I felt more weighted, as if a ragdoll, than before. At least there was softness to the mattress.  The electromagnetic surge was much too intense.  I resolved to rectify, at whatever cost, what seemed an energy imbalance. Still feeling fairly splayed, I struggled to my feet.  I managed to get the table lamp, which the landlord loaned me, and began trying to plug it in.  However, both sockets in the room seemed to be dead. It was as if there was a blown fuse in the house.  I knew that there wasn’t a power blackout because I could hear the neighbour’s TV.  Truth be told, the TV was being drowned out by his loudmouthed phone conversation.

Now I was beginning to be confused.  Perhaps, this fall from the bed and subsequent adventure with the lamp was not taking place on the physical plane.  Indeed, perhaps, it was not centred in my 17-2865 rue Goyer apartment but instead on the astral plane. The tip-off here was the fact that the room was so incredibly dark.  It was like being inside a light vacuum.  At whatever cost, I wanted the lights on.  Now when I tried the overhead light switch, it did not work as well. Here there were two switches, whereas there is only one in my rue Goyer, Montréal apartment.  These two switches were truly bizarre.  They did not work properly and only went up halfway.  Still, they did not produce lighting when I got them all the way up.

I then decided to go out to the bathroom, where the lights were always on in the waking state, to see if the light there did work.  When I got out to the hallway, it was another room entirely.  I then went to the next room which was the bathroom. Here again, the lights did not work.  Becoming more frustrated, I began rushing about the apartment testing all the lights.  This apartment definitely was larger with added rooms too. Feeling pissed off, I called out, “Come on, Merlin!  Stop playing around with the electricity.  Turn back on the lights!”

However, in all of this, I never did see Merlin.  Finally, I made it to another room where, I found another lamp.  This was a most weird-looking lamp.  Making sure that it worked properly, I tried taking it apart. Inspecting it to see that the lamplight was properly screwed in, I had taken off its shade.  It had three prongs which held up the shade.  They were brass-coloured prongs and looked rather rusty. When I was done with the prongs, the shade just did not fit on it at all.  Regardless, I got the damn lamp and returned to the bedroom with it as the light did work.  Perhaps, the fuse there was okay and it would work. Since there was sufficient light coming through the far windows, I could get some of it inside the bedroom.  As soon as I had snapped at Merlin, there was now a flood of light outdoors that shone lots of light indoors.

It seemed as though there were three full Moons, high in the sky, flooding the apartment’s periphery.  Now there was so much light flooding the bedroom that I did not need the lamp anymore. Then I decided to move the bed across the room.  I hadn’t a clue where the energy came from but in one powerful shove, I moved the bed across the room as if by force of will.  The covers, incidentally, were on the bed. Soon, I realised that the bed was improperly lined up.  Now, it was facing due west rather than north.  So then, I tried moving it to the correct north-south alignment. I got it moved then decided that I needed to move the TV.  Obviously this was on the astral plane as I would never have the TV in my bedroom.

I found a long strip of cable wiring which, strangely enough, was transparent.  I did not think that it was going to be long enough to do the trick, so I knew that I had to reroute it. For some strange reason, I decided that I had to have the TV at the foot of the bed – just beyond my feet.  There was a stand there on which it would sit. The cable cord, which ran to the TV, was the cream-coloured one as in the waking state.  There were parts of it, however, that were transparent-looking like an IV tube. Before connecting to the TV, the cable forked into a Y-formation.  So I ripped it from along the floorboards where it ran.  There was a tiny bracket which held the cord in place but it did not, however, look like an oversized staple.

These brackets were shaped like inverted Ls.  White and made of plastic, they were also very pliant.  There was a bit of a hook at the top, up beneath which one would shove the cable cord and thus secure it. After having unhinged the cord from the brackets, I pondered next where to redirect the cable cord.  It was at this point that I noticed that there was another bed in the bedroom. Also, it was much higher than my present bed.  A well-made bed, there were several layers of sheets on it. 

One spread on it was the cover that Isis da Braga absolutely adored – when we lived at Toronto’s 122 Mortimer Avenue. It was a series of blue squares with white in between each square.  There were several floral designs on it.  All in all, it looked pretty much as if a mock quilt.  Instead of being a good quality duvet, it contained synthetics – foam – on the inside. Soon, I realised that I had way too many covers on the bed.  I definitely did not want to have the fully-opened sleeping bag.  It was much too warm for that.  I removed the sleeping bag from the bed and thought to return to bed. All this time, because I could still hear the Jamaican speaking next door, I thought that I was in the waking state.  I then, however, stopped in midstride and thought for a second that this could not be anything other than having astral-projected to a very lucid OBE – Out-of-Body-Experience.

With that, I opened my lids momentarily, only to find myself in the familiar darkened cocoon of my apartment at 17-2865 rue Goyer in Montréal.  Next door, unusually loudly, the neighbour was still blabbing away. What was really interesting was that, when I moved the bed to face its northwards orientation, I sensed a definite shift and realignment in the room’s Chi.  It was, in fact, quite noticeable. What should have triggered my awareness was the fact that there was no door from the bedroom to the balcony.  This, of course, explained why the room was so dark.  Lids closed again, I was returned to the OBE where I stood at the foot of the bed.

Returning to the bed, on the astral plane, I got in with my head due north.  At that moment, the electromagnetic surge which seemed so imbalanced immediately shifted.  Straight away, I was properly aligned.  Suddenly, I felt nothing but peace. This was such sweet surrender that I could simply have died for joy.  It was such release after the harrowing, energetic roller coaster ride that I had been on. At this point, I was then instantaneously slipped into the dreamtime… in earnest.

At once, I was as if violently ejected from my body, on returning to it on the astral plane bed.  The tranquillity that I felt, on taking to bed on the astral plane, was a false alarm.  As this the first dream suddenly began, it had been a mere momentary pause. Straight away, my astral self was projected out of my body again.  This time, it seemed to have been magnetically tugged away by a greater force. On suddenly leaping from my body, I astral-projected and found myself in midstride.  As with the earlier phase of astral projecting when my crown chakra was as if blown off, this was just as explosive.

Just as when the yellow-gold light surged through me, my ejection into this dream was as intense.  Rarely has my awareness been so fluidly and lucidly engaged as at this moment. Too, I had a strong, distinct awareness of Merlin being around me. I walked along a pathway which had an embankment on either side.  The natural earthen path was rather wide.  It was in a large, incredibly-treed, densely forested area that was much like the more lush parts of Vancouver Island. It was like the northern end of Vancouver Island around Cathedral Grove Park.  This was a rainforest during its dry season.  At points, it did so seem as if in Vancouver’s Stanley Park.

What immediately I thought of was that initial dream encounter with Merlin almost twenty years prior in 1978.  The only difference here is that, the trees were close to seven times taller than those at Cathedral Grove Park and Stanley Park.  They were thick-trunked evergreens.  These trees were the most potent energy forms imaginable. Straight away, I was reminded of the arboreal giants who seemed sentient, or at least on the verge thereof, back in that OBE on Boxing Day 1972.  These massive arboreal giants were the energies that had been coming through to me. In concert, these arboreal greats used their harmonised energies to assist with my realignment to the light within.  Utterly healing it was to have experienced this transformation.  Such marvellous validation, it proved, of much that had been learnt in that experience on Boxing Day, 1972.

As I wandered along the pathway, I noticed that there was something wrong.  I could hear the same vibrational whirring but, this time, it was not occurring inside my head and destabilising me.  It was off somewhere. Although I can’t honestly say that I ever did see him, I could also hear Merlin speaking to me.  Merlin then warned me to be careful and watch out.  It was then that I noticed a person getting up. When I looked more closely, I saw that the individual was unusually proportioned.  Though they seemed human enough, they had unusually weird-looking arses. Their arses just did not hang right.  Rather, their arses did not look remotely like a human’s.  The arses here were not dissimilar to the arses on those short elfin Whites, whom I encountered in the ‘Hellsgate Bar’, in the dreams of the November 4, 1989.

Here these people had jet-black, extra-long hair that covered their entire bodies.  They were über-poilu – excessively hirsute – in the extreme. They were, too, quite large-bodied an extra-human species.  This led me to ask Merlin if, indeed, the notion of the Sasquatch was not true.  There were family groupings with parents and children. They began coming down from off the right embankment as I walked past. 

As a matter of fact, they were not running away from me but crossing the street.  They were going to the other embankment, on the left, which was lower. Their behaviour, the way that they got up, suggested that they slept out in the open.  Seemingly, they rose up and simply began going about their daily routine.  From the embankment the land sloped downwards away from the road.

There had been a break-like path, in the embankment, down which they progressed.  Their movement was casual.  They did not, however, interact with me.  Indeed, they did not acknowledge my being there. I counted about seven small family groupings.  More to the point, I did not like the vibration that I was getting from them.  It was about not, as it were, being in familiar territory. Definitely, since this was not Kansas, the plan was to stay out of harm’s way.

So with that, I pushed off and opted for the expediency of flight.  I levitated, going up into the air.  Whilst in flight, I was as if lying on my stomach, face down to the ground, with my arms outstretched directly before me. This is a position in which I can’t recall having flown and, if so, quite rarely.  I did this because I wanted to be able to travel really swiftly.  I was doing this to jettison my way on out of this place.

I wanted to push beyond so that I could go to some new dimension to which I had never ventured before.  Initially, I had not been flying at great speeds and this only left me feeling impatient. I just did not like the feeling of entrapment that, deep within me, such slow flight induced.  So I sought to go beyond, the bounds of, the very dimension in which I was questing. I wanted to experience some grand illuminating, uplifting experience like, in too long, I have not.  Thanks in large measure to the morass, back in Vancouver, through which my life had been dredging. Earlier, when I had snapped at Merlin, it was my way of saying to him that I needed some help.  So that I could go push further beyond, I wanted him to give me a boost.

I desperately wanted, in my spiritual unfoldment, to push beyond the bounds to which I have already quested.  When astral projecting, I was reminded that the transparent cabling represented the astral self’s cord. Even though in an OBE state, when I was lying in the rearranged bed on the astral plane, I was then projected out of my body yet again.  I was about to quest into, a whole other dream realm of, new adventures and dimensional experiences. I had mistakenly been of the impression that when I was lying, with my head due north, that that was the point at which I went to sleep.  Obviously, this was not the case. Soon, I began flying past large ferns – some of which floated lazily in the sky.  They, like every other arboreal life-form here, were especially lush.

They floated, only on the level at which I flew, on either side of the wide earthen path.  They managed to have overhung the pathway by using tree branches to have affected the feat. Even though I flew considerably high up, I was nowhere higher than the trees which were uniformly tall and majestic.  When I came from beyond the growth, where the hirsute beings were, it was now an open space that basked in intense sunlight. The men were about 9 feet tall whilst the women some 7 feet tall; they were possibly taller but for being unfamiliar, with having to gauge such heights, my observations were likely off. They were a brawny, robust people who were clearly extra-human.  There were no distinguishing features to their faces as their long, jet-black hair entirely covered their faces. Though I had not found them frightening, I thought it best to keep a low profile.  After all, I was in their domain.  Since my speed was not picking up, as desired, I grew less impatient.

Intrigued by the environment, I paused to check out a sheer rock face which was all black stone.  The rock was stratified by the thinnest layers conceivable. I had noticed it, off to the left, as I flew back in the direction over the road.  I was flying back along the route, which I had taken, when in a hurry to flee the place.  This was a place truly like no other before experienced. Now I could no longer discern the whirring sounds, of the vibrational energy surge, which had previously played mightily on my ears.  However, I wanted some of that energy to assist me in flying faster.  I just wanted to get beyond, to the next level, to whatever that adventure might be.

Since I had already accomplished much energy work, in the meditative and vision states, there was no need to have gone any faster.  This I had concluded when reasoning with self. I had already been revved up, with more than ample energy, to get me through these experiences.  I was, as ever, my usual impatient self.  I was an amalgam of both ego and soul. When the sheer rock face finished, there was a large opening where there was an incredibly super, mammoth civilisation.  This metropolis dwarfed any that I had, before in the dreamtime, ever encountered.

By far, it was one thousand times larger than that metropolis, which I saw from the hilltop, in the dreams where I would meet Merlin on July 9, 1993. It was more massive, by several thousand times, than the inverted Machu Pichu-like civilisation – to which I had travelled in the dreamtime on December 29, 1990. When I had happened on it, I was in flight and looking down on this most spectacular vista.  Just past the rock face, the civilisation began way below.  It was not only surprising but revolutionary. Too, there were giant holograms in the air.  They featured Blacks in hair care advertisements.  The Blacks in these holographs were very upper middle class-looking and healthy.

They had great skin, teeth and were spectacularly dark-complected.  I had flown off, to the left, to check out the holograms. I then noticed that, way below me, there was a golden, bronze-coloured maze that was made of the smoothest stone.  It can only be called a maze as its complexity defies description. At times, it was hard to tell whether it was actually stone or metal.  The element’s tonality subtly changed throughout.  It was a flat surface which had lots of openings in it. Basically, these were portals at the top of the civilisation.  They were simply tunnels to let the natural light in, as well as, to let off heat and exhaust.  For below its impenetrable shell, this civilisation was teeming with unimaginably large masses.

This was the roof of the civilisation.  Through the gaping portals was revealed windows galore.  Every portal had massive skyscrapers that were easily in excess of five hundred storeys. However, none of these skyscrapers broke above the flat, rock-metallic-looking surface.  When arriving at this super-metropolis, I had first seen the portals. Several of these massive skyscrapers fit into each of the portals.  The rock face encircled the entire civilisation.  The rock face left this super-metropolis neither as distant nor canyoned as that inverted Machu Pichu-like metropolis.

*This, of course, refers to the Machu-Pichu-like civilisation encountered in the dreams of December 29, 1990.  END.

This area was most massive.  There were vats of red light that shot up into the air, on escaping from the portals, as the civilisation’s glowing lights made it from the bowels of the depths. The portals were each hexagonal in shape.  Though all of the portals contained the ultra-modern, five-hundred-storey-plus skyscrapers, they never protruded above their rims. This civilisation on its own must have easily been home to at least 200 billion souls.  This was a truly humbling experience. I felt as if a mere pygmy moth, in flight, traversing across the width of a canyoned, bronze-stoned encased structure.  Truly phenomenal a sight and experience this was.

When looking down and discovering all this, I must have been in flight some three thousand feet in the air.  Prior to having experienced it, one could not have conceived of anything on this scale. A truly densely populated civilisation this was.  Blown away by the massiveness and beauty of this place, I flew across as much of the golden-bronze civilisation’s rooftop as I could. Thank goodness that I had earlier gotten such a boost of energy.  Nothing less could have sustained me, when in flight, across the top of this complex, massive civilisation.  Just for security’s sake, from time to time, I hugged the rock face whilst in flight. Whilst in flight, there was no way that I wanted to run out of my fuel of light energies.  Energies they were which Merlin had shared with me, I was firmly convinced.

I then noticed that, up in one section of the rock face, there was also a built up extension of things.  The same architectural designs were also used. Worked into the intricate structure was the monolithic face of a woman.  Indeed, could this have been a matriarchal civilisation? However, even though a face made of stone, I then noticed that she began speaking.  Clearly, this woman was pretty pissed off, “I’m going to show them.  I’ll get them yet.” Whilst part of a sculpture which looked much like Earth’s Mount Rushmore in the United States of America, she was operating some levers.  The stone, with a seeming mix of metal – in this case gold, was nicely worked into her face.

As she spoke and her features became animated, the play of light on her features was kaleidoscopic.  It seemed that she was out to show the inhabitants, of the portalled civilisation, a thing or two. She announced that she would release a much-feared creature on the civilisation.  A voracious carnivore, it was expected to go into one of the portals where it would feast on a few million citizens. Intrigued, I slowed down and alighted on a ledge in the rock face.  It was around a large outcropping of golden-bronze, metallic stone. Around the corner to my right, beyond the outcropping, was the enraged woman whose face was made of stone or seemingly so.  To my right, on the rock face, towering above the civilisation was the creature’s face.

Its eyes were fairly close to me.  Like a griffin or the mythic dragon, it was a bird creature of some sort.  It was not a very pretty-looking creature and you just knew that it could be a real menacing terror. These were the eyes of an eagle which predatorily flickered, a couple of times, as I looked at it.  Even though worked into the rock face, like its mistress, it seemed simultaneously mechanical though she did not. However, this creature was quite so alive.

Whilst distracted by the griffin, I had failed to have noticed that there was some other creature.  Hungrily snapping up at me, the creature was just below my feet. It was a pet of the dominatrix’s; it was as if a dog though not.  It was covered in a white membrane which was as if a giant sloth with large beaver-like teeth. Definitely not game, I shoved off and levitated higher up the rock face.  Obviously, I sought to get out of its reach.

She, however, was not aware that its yapping was because I was there.  Frankly, I don’t think that she could have cared less. I suspect that she thought that it was greedily anticipating the kill which, shortly, the large griffin-like creature would undertake. With a coiled tail, like a serpent’s or a dragon’s even, this griffin-like creature was more so a bird of prey.  Next, an aperture opened up in the rock face about the creature. In so doing, it revealed that the creature had an immensely long body with a shell on its back.  It really did look much like a turtle’s shell.  Similarly, the white membrane which covered the tiny pet’s body covered the amphibian-looking, predatory, griffin-like creature.

Sure enough, like any bird would, it noisily crowed.  The cry was always a dual-toned affair and noisy at that.  On her signal, the über-griffin came from its lair and leapt from the opening.  It then began effortlessly flying downwards to the civilisation below. Meanwhile, she had used other levers to close almost all the dozens of hexagonal portals in the civilisation’s rooftop.  When she was finished, there was only one portal left open.

Naturally, everyone in the mega-metropolis would be filled with terror.  Clearly, this could only mean that the dreaded monster was upon them. The other portals were closed to prevent anyone’s escape.  She would have none of it.  She ruled the civilisation and clearly she was a god of revenge who used terror to keep her subjects in line. The portal covers fitted so seamlessly that it was hard to discern that previously there had been massive, gaping apertures in the metallic-stone-looking maze.  This surface had no lustre to it; rather, it was a matte finish.

Off to my left, there was a recession in the rock face.  There, I noticed that there was a ledge.  The civilisation did not, however, expand over into that direction.  A paved area it was rather damp. The dominatrix’s pet sloth-like creature went scurrying after something that was over in that direction.  I did not, however, make out what it was. As compared to the white membrane which covered the rest of its body, the griffin-like creature’s shell was rather dark.  One interesting feature about it was that its eyes were, on long pods, like a snail’s eyes. They were capable of moving independent of each other, even though they were such large imposing birdlike eyes. 

These were not the eyes of a turtle or a snake but definitely those of an eagle’s.  Like an eagle, it effortlessly flew through the air. Peripherally, it noticed the pet making for the kill so diverted and swooped down with an eagle’s deadly precision.  Of course, it got ahead of the pet.  It was obvious from its head movements that it had captured the tidbit. The pet sloth-like creature noisily protested being cheated out of a snack.  This was all that I needed to see and said to myself, “Well darlings, whilst you work that out, I’m getting on out of here.”

With that, I took to the air, I flew away from there.  I followed the rock face which encircled some seventy-five per cent of the civilisation.  Definitely, it was more than a semicircle.  The rock face was shaped like the hook at the top of a question mark. I made my way around the rock face and got away from where the sadistic goddess ruler was.  Coming around the large abutment of the rock face, I happened on a massive cabling of root systems.

This was now a very cavernous damp area.  This area was completely unlike the cool built-up civilisation.  Moss covered the massive root systems throughout and made the smell here the most ripe, fecund perfume. Here I happened on two children who stood in amongst the forest of cabling roots.  They were very Oriental-looking but dark-complected.  They were not though like dark-complected Asians – in the waking state. What they seemed to be were an amalgam of all the races.  They were taller than the average, South East Asian, more than six feet tall, even though clearly children.  Also, they were a lovely olive complexion like Hispanics.

They weren’t as dark as say Sri Lankans or Sumatrans.  More than anything else, they were tall and long-limbed as though Maasai children.  I thought that this was what humanity had racially evolved to, sometime in the distant future. With Asians being the dominant tribal grouping on the planet, it did make perfect sense.  Finally, there was truly one human race, no more of this hideous idiocy of divisiveness. They were full-lipped and large almond-eyed with beautifully flared nostrils.  Then I thought about it, a bit, remembering the Blacks in the hair care ads.  Clearly, this suggested that there were still specific tribal groupings around.

Looking as if lost, this boy and girl were just standing there.  There were little creatures on the ground behind them.  Though they looked like crows, they were clearly not.  They were more so like winged squirrels.  They were as nonthreatening as squirrels or, for that matter, crows. As they stood side-by-side the girl was closer to me whilst the creatures were off to their left.  Though kids, they were already six feet whilst I flew in the air at just above six feet. I had come around, in flight, from off their right shoulders.  He was a little older and a tad taller than her.  I flew around them, noticing the white membrane here.  The membrane covered the entire ground here.

It was a strange-looking substance and like nothing in the waking state.  I never did get close enough to the ground, so that I could touch it, to test its consistency. With that I took flight, again, soaring upwards and flying ahead to yet another vista.

*Each time that I would soar higher here, I would be posited into what would be a new dream experience.  However, this was a rather seamless progression from dream to dream. I moved from dream to dream, in what was the same extraordinary, never-before-visited civilisation.  Thus, unless warranted, I will let the dreams flow one into the other.  END.

Kiara Kabukuru

Now as if in the yard of the Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts house, I was posited in the second dream.  Here I noticed lots of twigs which seemed to be from the genip tree.  However, as they had large thorns on them, it would seem that they were from a shaddock tree. Here it was night time out and a very beautiful light illumined the area.  Soon, I noticed a lovely dark-complected woman in the yard who reminded me of Joy Westhammer. However, it was not Joy.  Indeed, this woman was much more beautiful and looked a lot like Naomi Campbell.  As a matter of fact, the look was more like Kiara Kabukuru’s, the model.  She was long-limbed, svelte and wonderful to look at.

She was then, down in the gutter, taking clippings from the trees.  Not that I would mind her doing it but I suggested that there was nothing wrong with her coming by and asking if she could do so. Of course, I would have let her have some.  After all, as it would be propagating the plant, I would gladly have allowed her to.  However, since I was the proprietor, she was socially obliged to have approached me and asked for my permission. This was the only way that civil society could be maintained and not dissolved into anarchy.  As a matter of fact, I would have loved to have counselled her on which parts of the tree to have chosen.

I would have loved to have shown her how best to prune a tree.  As I pointed this out, I was stunned as she became pissed off with me.  From her point of view, I was attacking her. She let me know that she had no intentions of returning them.  Of course, I had no desire to have them returned to me.  Why would I?  They are nature; I could never own them. With that, she started fleeing but I called after her.  I told her that there was no need for that response.  With that, I went chasing after her as she went running around the property.  Here, it was more than the Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts house’s property.

This was now part of a large estate as we went running around to the side which led up to Yvette Morehead’s.  From there, she went running into Max Worsthorne’s yard.  I knew that she definitely was not Elizabeth Westhammer’s daughter. This woman was the classic, beautiful artisan soul.  She was cosmopolitan and upper middle class.  In her flight, she had dropped the twigs which stood upright as if tuning forks.

*Of course, this harkens back to that dream on November 4, 1989.  In said dream, there were the golden-coloured, Y-shaped, yod-like tools which similarly acted when falling to the ground.  END.

Somehow, it seemed as though they were magnetised by an energy flow deep below the surface.  Gathering them up, I tossed them over the fence back into the Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts house’s backyard. When returning to the yard, I stood on the steps from Harella da Braga’s bedroom and looked off into the yard.  Peripherally, I had noticed some movement.  Shocked was I to find that she had returned to pick the twigs. I admonished her and told her that she did not have to be like that.  I told her that there was no need to have fled or even have vilified me.  However, she did need my permission if she were to go on taking the twigs.

Nonetheless, she would have none of it.  She disagreed by yelling at me then stubbornly ran off.  With that, I went to inspect the tree as I wondered if she had only returned just so that she could do deliberate damage to the tree. Obviously, she had taken offence at being counselled by me.  This woman exhibited that stinking ignorance so rife, the world over, amongst much of human society. This is an attitude whereby one would rather hate and kill one another than communicate.  It made no sense to have behaved the way that she had.

Going to the tree, I noticed that there was a dark-haired, White male down in the gutter.  Initially, I thought that he had been taking a piss but he remained motionless for much too long. Soon, I realised that there was obviously more at play here.  I decided to go and discreetly check things out.  Clearing the bushes, I snuck down into the gut where he was standing.  He stood facing that opening in the wall of the Crab Hill Bridge. He stood there at the portal in the bridge’s wall as though keeping a lookout… or so it seemed.  As I grew closer, I noticed that there was a man squatting in front of him who gave him head.

Both were decidedly North American-looking, White Gays.  Each was in his early twenties; they rudely reacted to my coming and blocking them.  I, for one, felt badly for having walked in on them. I thought that he had been alone, at the most, possibly jacking-off.  They were quite pissed off that I had shown up.  Intrigued, I wanted to play voyeur and check out the action. Furious, they abruptly stopped then got up and took off.  Going onto the street, they stood there with their backs against the wall of the bridge.  Where they had been standing on the other side of the bridge’s wall, they were just beside the portal. Waiting for me to get lost, they stood there making snarky remarks about me.  I did not hear and could not have cared less about them and their remarks.

Once indoors, I was now posited in this the third dream.  Readily, much to my horror, I realised that my apartment was not at all that secured.  The door that leads to the inner fire escape – here at my rue Goyer, Montréal apartment – had had its doorknob and the two latches at top and bottom removed. To say the least, I was really pissed off because anyone could easily have entered my apartment.  Looking through, I noticed that there was an apartment next door with two beds. It seemed that there were two White women living there; they were young.  They seemed like classical dancers.  The one on the far bed reminded me of Mindy Asparian.

She was working on a macramé that was likely going to be a Christmas present.  There was a design on it that looked like a little ragdoll.  A most unusual design though it was. A large body, two heads attached, plus two little bodies that fell from beneath either arm.  It was propped up on the bed so that it looked rather garish.  About 18.0 inches tall, it was a thick, Babushka-type doll. I had been peering through the hole, where my doorknob bloody-well ought to have been, when I saw all of this going down.  I wondered how long that the door had been an open invitation. They, or anyone else for that matter, could have come over and spied on me.  Regardless, as soon as possible, I wanted the situation taken care of.

Daytime now found me in a narrow cobblestoned street, here in the fourth dream.  Though wet, it was also bright out in this unfamiliar city. All the buildings here, by several millennia, were rather ancient.  They were, however, in the Gothic style.  Again, this was not in Europe but this strange world to which I had travelled. Were it in Europe, then it would likely have been Germany rather than France.  To be sure, this was in another dimension entirely.

Isis da Braga and her Jamaican friend Dahlia Compton were together.  We were together and Dahlia said that she felt rather tired and wanted to rest for awhile. Meanwhile, I was being complimented for having fluttered my lashes whilst smiling at the beauty of the place.  In this dimension, I Arvin was terribly racy, witty and possessed of a confidence that was supremely sexy. Indeed, I was also an actor by profession and was incredibly charming.  Here, I was greatly loved by everyone.  Obviously, this was a dimension in which I hadn’t Harella da Braga and Pericles da Braga with whom to contend in childhood.

My eyes here were riveting and I was known to possess this beguiling quality when speaking.  My eyes perpetually were flirting, dancing and feverishly darting about. At the time, I had a paper fan with which I covered my mouth whilst speaking.  This, of course, drew more attention to my eyes.  In a mocking fashion, I had been self-consciously covering my mouth. I was being flirtatious whilst pretending to be a woman.  This was a caricature that I did in that dimension.  My teeth were perfectly beautiful when smiling and were for that matter capped and rather large.

However, I was aware that the Arvin of that dimension was not aware of why he felt the need to cover his handsome mouth.  When Arvin of that dimension did his caricature, though it came through from the level of soul, it was intimately connected to all Arvins. In particular, it had been inspired by me in this dimension.  In that sense, he was as if channelling me here though not consciously aware of the roots of his caricature. Here in this dimension, Isis was rather sweet towards me.  I was much favoured by her.  There was no dynamic here of being manipulated within the family by either Harella or Pericles. Eventually turning onto a narrow little street, we had been walking back and forth.  Here, there were some wide stately steps that led up to the buildings.

The steps were very dark as if covered with a dried-up moss.  Being on this street, I was immediately reminded me of a street on which I had been on two previous occasions. The previous times when I was on this street, obviously occurred in the dreamtime, when living in New York City.  The other occasion was much earlier during childhood in St. Kitts. Soon, I saw a Black man coming down the street who looked like a friend in Montréal.  In these parts, I was readily warmed at the reminder of a friend.  I had said that I referred to that Haïtien friend as ‘Belle Tête.’  I explained that it meant ‘beautiful head’ as in the shape of his exquisite skull.

Here in the dreamtime, I had even called the man the same thing.  He too had asked what it meant which I had tempered by being flirtatious.  Dahlia had rather enjoyed my playfulness and sweetly laughed. I was quite amazed at this other aspect of self.  For here, one was being deferred to rather that opposed or rejected.  Truly revolutionary! Whilst we visited, a car came down the street in our direction then pulled up and parked beyond us.  We walked up and past it.  I wanted to go explore some trees that looked like cherry trees; they beautifully overhung the street.

Beautifully pruned, they were not more than nine feet tall… if that much.  As we went down, I noticed that a couple of macaques came out into the street from off the trees.  I thought it the most charming thing imaginable. Right away, I was reminded of the macaques in Japanese snowy mountains or those in Nepal about which Sjaak van der Velde speaks so highly.  However, this particular species had unusually long tails that curled. Dark-furred, their fur was also a bit on the long side.  On closer scrutiny, I realised that there was something off about them.  Sure enough, their eyes were exceptionally large and monochromatic.

Some were black-within-black eyes whilst others were exclusively crimson red-within-crimson red eyes.  If ever there were any doubts as to this not being Kansas, they were certainly then dispelled. As we grew closer, they ran away and scurried into the long stretch of cherry trees.  These trees lined the ancient, moss-covered cobblestone road. The trees soon became noisy from the rustling of the large tribe of monkeys in their crowns.  The inordinately beautiful macaques were exceptionally noisy.  This street ran off one of the many piazzas which, incidentally, stood before one of the many large Gothic structures. Though the look of these structures was cathedral-like, they were though several storeys high.  They were in excess of one hundred storeys each.

Made of pure stone, they were moss and time-blackened office and residential towers.  These fantastic structures were in the Gothic style with flying buttresses and Gothic spires at their far-off crowns. The stone, though seemingly darkened by the wetness which drenched the place, was innately that dark aside from the moss that covered them and everything else. The moisture from the rainfall left the black stone with a glossy finish that was truly spectacular.  With a noisy bevy of macaques on either side of us in the treetops, I said quietly, “I think my dear Isis we ought to turn back now.”

I just did not want to alarm this one.  Many of the macaques were crossing over from one tree to the next, over the middle of the street, in the most acrobatic of flying leaps. Firmly taking Isis’s hand, I told her that whatever happened we simply couldn’t start running.  As a matter of fact, these macaques seemed feral and ready to attack. Next, there was a swarm of what initially I thought to be flies.  They proved, however, to be some furry genus of bees.  They had a symbiotic relationship with the macaques.

In essence, the bees’ role was to eat the very honey-sweet, perpetual mucous from the macaques’ spectacularly monochromatic eyes.  Every now and again, in unison, the bees would simply fly away. For a brief moment, they would take leave of their host macaques.  Interestingly enough, the macaques would never have stirred or brushed away the bees yet they would buzz away for a moment. This was some sort of hive response to some aspect of the macaques’ rhythm.  It was one which clearly still stirred some instinctive fear in them.

At one point, I saw one of the macaque counterparts, of this far-off, never-before-visited-in-the-dreamtime-dimension, in an intimate close-up as I intently studied it. Its eyes were the same intensity of red as what you would find in the red of round, red pieces – which along with black ones – form the basis for a game of checkers.  The others had brown-black rather than jet-black eyes. Clearly, this was some aspect of the astral plane to which I rarely travelled.  As it were, this was not astral terra firma as I am accustomed to experiencing things when on the astral plane.

As we had made our way down the tiny road, a large tribe of the macaques came rushing across the piazza to our left.  With the most amazingly agile ease, they took to the trees before and behind us. They squatted there in the treetops and looked down at us.  There was no getting around the fact that they were intelligent beings. Their posture when squatting suggested that they were as if macaque-man.  Clearly, they were some evolutionary manifestation of ensoulment in simian mammalia. As we walked past them, as if into a well-laid trap, they were facing in the direction from which we had come.  It seemed likely that the couple of macaques which had been standing there, drawing my attention, were part of a well-laid plan.

A ruse whereby the unsuspecting were entrapped and then made a meal of, later on, or what have you.  When we turned around, their backs were now turned on us.  They all faced the same direction and never looked over their shoulders back at us. Again, knowing her only too well, I asked Isis not to freak out regardless of whatever happened.  Rather than running, I told her that we had to appear cool by walking away. Were we to have run, they would be disturbed and the only likely reaction would be fearful.  I added that I did not see how such a reaction could not be inimical. If they were to come after us, I assured her that we did not stand much of a chance against them.  We were, I reminded her, in their territory and did not quite know of their capabilities.  All of this, I telepathically said to Isis.

I firmly reached into her mind and thus stilled her fears.  I had had to initially take her hand, on entering her mind, as she was about to freak out not knowing what was going on. Hand-in-hand, I was able to guide her out of there.  Cautiously, we ventured out from beneath the entrapping tunnel of macaque-filled, riotously blooming, cherry trees.

Here, in this the fifth dream, I was running into several former members of the National Ballet of Canada.  As well, there were some current dancers from the company.  They were all tightly spaced. This again took place in one of the same tightly-spaced, cobblestoned, wet black-stoned streets.  As they were getting ready to go onstage, here it was nighttime.

Some sort of spectacular was about to be staged with these dancers.  Several others were also going to be participating.  I passingly wondered if it meant that Celia Franca had died. Perhaps, too, the National Ballet of Canada was celebrating its 50th or 60th anniversary.  As I moved through the gaggle of dancers, they were all decked out in colourful costumes that were designed unmistakably by Hélène Plotte-de Visage.

Evelyn Hart was not among the dancers here though I did see Karen Kain.  As well, I saw just about every dance luminary from the company’s illustrious past.  They were all so very excited to be reunited.

One dancer, in particular, caught my eye.  He was dark-complected and obviously John Alleyne whom I have never met.  As I passed, he was to my right as we were all tightly packed in the backstage area and I said, “Well hello, Kevin Pugh.”

Of course, it was not Kevin – to whom I was briefly acquainted in the waking state.  Those nearby heard the gaffe and giggled at the idea that I was implying that ‘they all look alike.’  Since I too was Black, especially drôle it seemed to those who had heard my gaffe. I was merely nervous as all hell to have been there and to have met John Alleyne.  These things happen, after all, so why not here in the dreamtime.

About four persons later, I did in fact see Kevin Pugh.  I explained to him what had just occurred.  We briefly, warmly chatted.  To have done what I had, I told him how embarrassing and racially insensitive it was of me. One dancer next to Kevin, undoubtedly it was Owen Montague,  hysterically laughed and threw his head back in the process.  It really was true though and embarrassingly funny.

Kevin gave me a pat on the forearm, whilst smiling, as I walked away.  It was amazing how very real he was.  He was as if before me in the waking state.  I could even smell his very intense, sweat-soaked costume. Here, I was the same racy-personae, other-dimensional Arvin.  I was very much the actor who was recognised.  To everything that I said, everyone hung on to my every word.

I did have quite an alluring quicksilver wit and intellect.  One had to be ‘on’ when listening to me as it created an illuminating high when I spoke.  I was charm personified.  Clearly, my overleaves here in this dimension were different. To my personality’s makeup, there was great sagacity.  I seemed so much more so a sage soul rather than an artisan soul.  Naturally, this was no doubt due to being focussed in an actorly fashion. This would not be so hard to pull off, for being an artisan soul, on the expression axis.  One is, after all, more readily connected to sage soul sensibilities.

As I moved on, I noticed that there were persons who would be performing two roles.  For the specially choreographed piece, to celebrate the event, they were singing and acting roles.  The soprano came rushing backstage declaring, “Oh dear, we suckers have to get lost…” It turned out that who should show up, to narrate and sing, but Maureen Forester and Jessica Tandy.  Jessica Tandy, now discarnate, came walking across the dark-stoned piazza with all the ducal elegance as, Katherine Worsley, Duchess of Kent herself – who does bear a passing resemblance to her.

Jessica Tandy was a little bit ahead and to the right of the great Canadian singer.  Maureen Forester looked refreshed, grounded and utterly approachable. Both women were dressed in beautiful pink robes.  I can’t say enough, how radiant Jessica Tandy looked.  As if it were not obvious when she was incarnate, now her inner light eclipsed us all. Maureen Forester, even though dressed up, looked slightly frumpy but on the verge of winsomeness.  To look at her, I thought right away that this woman was likely a slave soul with very strong sage soul influence.

Perhaps, from her task companion or that the sagely energies were rather marked in her casting.  She just had that slave soul feel about her. She was a real trouper and it showed through and through.  This had been the case, one sensed, for more lifetimes than most.  Full stop. She was honoured to have been asked to participate.  To look at her, you just knew that she would pour her very soul into the task at hand. Serving the common good thus, this was her very raison d’être.  Warmed by this woman’s spirit, I broke into a smile.  Gracious.

To go cross to another part of the location, I left the backstage area.  However, I ended up taking a divergent route which took me around to another area.

Warner Park Stadium, St. Kitts

I was then in a pavilion which reminded me of the one in Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  However, it was definitely not that pavilion.  Whilst I was there, high up in the stands, I looked out to a field and saw Morag O’Hoare. Morag was telepathically speaking to me though it seemed as if we were speaking on headphones.  She was saying that she did not appreciate my trying to contact her. She said that this was the third time that I was doing so and she found it terribly upsetting.  She went on to say that she did not, in the least, appreciate it.  Firmly, she insisted that I not do it again.

Then she became very loud, shouting at me, letting me know that she was not going to take what I had done to her.  Neither was she going to take what I was saying about her.  Livid, she was really pissed.  Before I knew what, she began coming after me. Turning around, I saw a couple of kids who were blond except that there was something odd about them.  Extra blond, they were also very pale. On closer inspection, their lashes were silver and their eyes – I tell you, good people – were pure white.  Slinking down a smooth pylon, I left the upper deck where I had been hanging out.

*Darlings, this is some Kansas, ain’t it?  This was most unusual and about high time that I clicked my high heels.  END.

This one feature is why I had been reminded of the pavilion at the Recreation Grounds, in Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  As I did not want any interaction with Morag, I went running away – not of cowardice but quite simply hers were not energies of a very evolved nature. She wore a cream-coloured, long woollen tunic over long, white stretch pants.  She began coming after me, in a full-throttle rage, not surprisingly from the same rage that informed her telepathic connection.

I had no desire to be corded by this individual, her conscience and its manifested implosion – Parkinson’s disease – is her problem.  Thinking about it, it dawned on me that Morag had likely knitted the woollen tunic.

In any event, I went bolting from the pavilion into a maze of tiny, wet and black, cobblestone streets.  Here, I happened on a large number of entertainers.  Among them were a large number of boys who were in full drag. As the drag queens were waiting to go on, I hid out for a bit and waited to be able to cross the street.  I did not wish to be seen by Morag.  Where I stood, a number of streets had converged with a large public parking area setup there.

In that sense, it did seem terribly European like the old Gothic architecture.  However, this was millennia older than anything in Europe.  As I began crossing the heavily-trafficked, converging streets, I noticed that Morag was down the street and off to my right. She did the most ridiculously bizarre thing.  In a bid not to be seen by me, as she was hot on my trail, she covered her face whilst standing still in the middle of the street.  This was truly hilarious. This just betrayed how spiritually immature she is; it’s a dream, all one has to do is render oneself invisible.

The energies coming from her were rapacious and fiercely determined.  With that, I bolted and fled in earnest yet again.  She was letting me know that I hadn’t any idea how much I had caused her to suffer. I told her to fuck-off and deal with it.  It was not an iota as much as the pain that her betrayal had caused Merlin.  Even though I had been on a different street at the time, I telepathically told her this as we were always in contact this way.

Crimson Dining Room, Alnwick Castle

Fleeing her, I dodged into a complex where I waited inside in the near-dark.  Although I could have sensed their presence, it took me awhile to realise that there were persons here. A long table sat at the centre of the room.  Here, I saw that beautiful woman, Jeanette Giroux.  Here again, I was my usually charming, actorly self. There were lots of people here which, of course, meant that I immediately was ‘on’.  She seemed surprised to see me there and asked what exactly brought me to these parts.

I was about to sit down when she referred to me as ‘Dumbo’ in a snide reference to the waking state – my abysmal French leaves me seeming as if a deaf and dumb, lost soul. As I was anything but ‘Dumbo,’ in these parts where I was so witty, it was seen as a humorous aside.  Turning to my right, I looked at her as though she were mad.  I truly wondered why the hell anyone would think of me as ‘Dumbo’. Ignoring her, I hysterically laughed as though she had just gotten undressed and revealed herself a double-cocked hermaphrodite.  However, my dreamer self was affected by her cutting remark.

If for no other reason, it proved rather an insightful revelation about her.  Throughout these experiences, I was quite lucidly aware that I was dreaming. As a result, I was dual-personae in these dreams.  There was my persona from that dream dimension, plus the lucidity of my waking state persona, the former unaware of the other’s presence – naturally. The table was a narrow wooden affair where there were lots of exciting persons gathered.  The energies here were giddily intellectual.  I felt right at home here. When I joined the table, all the attention became directed my way.  Again, everyone hung on to my every word. 

Meanwhile, we were waiting for a car to come get both Jeanette Giroux and me to take us to a performance. Jeanette got up from the table to go powder her nose.  Whilst she went off, along came an unusually tall man of between 8-9 feet tall who was completely at ease and possessed of his body.  It was natural for him to have been that tall. He wore a dark suit and was there to chauffeur us to the performance.  Going outside, would reveal that he had shown up with the most gorgeous Rolls Royce imaginable. Red, it was truly electrifying and all that I could think of at the time was just how much Isis would love the racy colour – it is her favourite.  A convertible, it was a white, leather-interiored work of art.

Prince

Going outside, I was stylishly charming and simply glowed for living in such fine style.  Just prior to obvious extra-human chauffeur coming inside, to announce that the ride was ready, in had come Prince.  The diminutive performer recently was Scott Joplin, of course, reincarnationally in his immediate past life. He was utterly stunning and held that part of the astral universe in his right breast pocket.  He wore a red suit which rode quite tightly about his sexualised arse.

I really can’t see how this man is not Bisexual.  A white shirt was pinned up to the neck with lots of frills at the neck and sleeves.  Truly stylish, he readily eclipsed me. Just as others had deferred to me so too did I fall into line and deferred to him.  As a witty aside, I commented on his very Mozartian look to the enthralled table. I then added that though Prince would like to think that he was Wolfgang A. Mozart in a past life, the latter’s soul would never emulate his past life persona.

I added that, as a matter of fact, the soul in question would in fact not be interested in its past life as Mozart to the degree that Prince clearly was.  I dismissed Prince as a Mozart impostor. There was then a petition being passed around, prior to Jeanette Giroux having left the table.  As I signed with great flourish, I said, “It is, October the sixth and Luna my friends is in, not Aries but Sagittarius!” They all looked at me as if to say that they had never heard anything so bizarre in all their discriminating, learned years.  To deflect their concern of my being a bit ‘off’ as it were, I pompously added, “Believe me, I know.  It is in Sagittarius.”

I realised as I did this that this was quite a dead giveaway of my not being from that dimension.  Meanwhile, the Arvin of that dimension, whose script was as fluid as mine, thought to himself whilst mildly horrified, “What the devil am I saying?” Indeed, a bleed-through of my waking state persona had nosily barged in and channelled through information which was, in that dimension, at best a non sequitur.  At the most, it was a sign of the old effete losing his marbles.  Dieu!

The reason for this bleed-through was the high that one vicariously experienced for experiencing another Arvin.  As I said that, Jeanette – who was seated at the table next to me – tapped me on the shoulder asking, “What are you talking about, ‘Dumbo’?” One had the sense of her that she was a fellow actor with whom I shared many passionate fucks and good times.  She does so much remind me of Maria di Caspieri, which was why it was ultimately not all that surprising to have found her in these parts.

There were no residues of the ofttimes friendly ridicule which I experience here… in the waking state. The tall man and I then went outside.  There we waited for Jeanette Giroux to stop waiting for the contact cement on her face to dry. What else could have taken her so long, anyway?  Finally, she came out joining us and we got into the swank-interiored car whose roof was not down.  We were then en route to the special performance across town.

As the car tried crossing a street to head into where the main piazza was, there were all these lisping Gays who were in full drag.  They were, in fact, all professional drag queens. They were all dressed up as famous female entertainers whom they could never be in a million lifetimes. 

Barbra Streisand

As we came around the corner, I announced aloud, “And here, of course, we have the genuine article.” Here was Barbra Streisand… about whom I rarely ever dream.  Next to my strong, demonstrative otherly dimensional personality, she was very subdued and earthy. Charming as ever, I was speaking a mile-a-minute which was part of my conversational magnetism.  I spoke with a rapidity that was truly mind-blowing. Whilst speaking, I had slipped into an impersonation of Barbara Streisand.  Touching the back of my hair and pulling on my nose, I did so in an elongating gesture.  Using an arch, nasal accent, I copped a ‘Dolly Levi’ impersonation that was truly hysterical.

Here in this dimension, it seemed that said film, “Hello, Dolly!” had recently been premiered.  I was doing the impersonation in front of her.  Clearly, she was charmed by me as was everyone as she blushed and genuinely smiled. It was not a socially uncomfortable situation for her.  She was genuinely at ease in my presence or at least that of my otherly dimensional Arvin.  She remained seated whilst I regaled her. Again, like both Jessica Tandy and Maureen Forrester, she wore the same pink floral gown.  Barbra Streisand was seated before a makeup mirror getting ready to go on.

All the lisping Gays had gathered around and clung on to everything that I said.  Here, my enunciation was crystal clear.  Too, my speech was not only lyrical but it lilted in flowing cadences that were truly musical. It was basically an art form to have spoken as I did.  It was, however, not affected but utterly of my spirit.  My speech was basically sung.  As such, it was a form of musicality that was most elevated and refined. The ‘everything’ about everything that I said was laced with the raciest double-entendres, all delivered with the greatest of timing.  This was a supremely colourful use of language as revolutionary as Rap is to music as was and continues to be Jazz.

One had to be really ‘with it’ and ‘on’ to have gotten my shrewd intellect.  Of course, it all was part of the winning, stellar charm here in this dimension. Most people just did not get it except, of course, those rare souls who floated about from salon to salon where intellect was prized above even fine wine, food, music and art. What I, dreamer Arvin of the waking state, vicariously loved about it all was how utterly smart everyone in these circles were.  There was a high, zingy vibration to these people. This was especially true at the long narrow table as I had let rip with some of my colourful insights.  Above all else, I was never at any given moment speaking bullshit.

It was all straight-shooting, witty insightfulness on an order that was stratospherically intellectual… revolutionary.  It was also none of it cutting or mean-spirited. Going on, I said to Barbra Streisand, “Darling, there are only three divine divas; the three Supremes.  And, they are, herself (Barbra Streisand) and either Cher or Bette Midler.  And the other one, honey Chile, on this funky-assed, backwater world of a planet, this mother you don’t want to mess with, ‘cause she ah bitch!” The rapidity and coloratura with which these words bloomed from my smiling lips was truly operatic.  As I did so, I slowly leaned in, into the face of Barbra Streisand.  She sat there as if enraptured by my every word.

Even my dreamer self had had to coast along so many nanoseconds behind trying to get it.  She sat there being intoxicated by my bewitching turn as magus palaver extraordinaire. At once witty and funky, yet elevated in its brilliant composition, my use of language was truly impressive.  Even when being profane, I was sublimely colourful.  The whole thing was sheer magic.  Her face became illumined as I spoke.

When I said that last bit, she threw her head back and earthily laughed as there was no denying, from my facial expressions, that one was referring to Diana Ross.  Barbra Streisand was tickled to the very soul. With that I took my leave of her and moved on.  I arrived at an area where I noticed that the narrow streets were becoming more crowded.  Lots of persons were headed for the main piazza where the performance was to have taken place.

*When I awoke and discovered that my head was not facing due north, I was though rather surprised.  More than that, I had not experienced residual fatigue or feelings of being psychically splayed.

Aristarchus Crater

**The portalled city, which I had intuitively deduced was on the Moon, would later be validated by the massive, lit, portal-like structure in the Moon’s Aristarchus Crater which had been photographed during NASA’s Apollo 11 mission to the Moon.  END.

Truly extraordinary an experience these astral-projected dreams were.  In the first dream, when I began walking down the street, the neighbour’s voice here in the waking state dropped off.

Now it was back in its loud, earnest, ignorance – so quintessentially low-life Jamaican.

***There is a definite tie-in between this dream and one dreamt years earlier.  The dream in question occurred on April 4, 1993.  As with that dream’s reference to Minerva – the mythic woman turned to stone – that persona was here animated as the dominatrix made of stone who unleashed the massive deadly creature into the portalled metropolis.

I believe both dreams to have been focussed on Luna, Earth’s Moon.  Though we Gaian humans are given to believe that it is a barren satellite, I rather suspect – from both these two dreams and others – that there are many extra-human civilisations which have been based on Luna for countless millennia many of which are still focussed there at present.  END.

Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers Live San Remo Jazz Festival 1963

Art Blakey – Drums

Freddie Hubbard – Trumpet

Wayne Shorter – Tenor Saxophone

Cedar Walton – Piano

Curtis Fuller – Trombone

Reggie Workman – Bass

To the Moon & Hell with You – December 2023

Facsimile of Twin Earth City of Lemuria

One of the reasons for sharing the dream of Lemuria set on Twin Earth in January 2024, was that in late 2023, on 10th December, I had had a dream which was set there. In the dream, many of the major players would feature heavily in subsequent weeks. At the time of the dream, Harella, my mum, was present and served in the role of a guide to me as to what was unfolding in the dream. The dream was layered and it triggered dreams from many years earlier, which lay dormant until triggered during the dream. Harella and I were ensconced in a heavily peopled hall where most of whom were world famous persons.

We entered a millennia ancient structured hall, which vaguely resembled the entrance to London’s St. Paul’s Cathedral. This structure, though, was definitely not St. Paul’s Cathedral; it seemed much as if a temple though it was not. A large gathering place, for the most part, 9 of 10 persons recognised here were astral plane habitués. Present were HLM Queen Elizabeth II who was speaking to a man, whom Harella said was a trusted horse breeder associate of hers; clearly, he was Arab and had been rather wealthy when alive, the gold in his softly glowing, pine green kandura actually glimmered in the dimly diffused light of the massively cavernous hall. The Queen looked much as she had in the prophetic dream had of her on the eve of King Charles III’s 73rd birthday in November 2021; once again, The Queen appeared to be in her early 50s – she was neither wearing gloves nor carrying a handbag.

Off to the left, before we turned right on Harella’s direction, through an arch into another wing of the colossal structure, was the diminutive performer, Prince who here looked as regal and arrogant as he did in the above dream encounter from 1997. He stood in deep conversation with none other than the Princess of Wales, to which as an aside Harella whispered, “murdered.” The Princess of Wales wore a red version of the green off-the-shoulder gown that she wore to the state banquet in Jamaica whilst on the Platinum Jubilee royal tour of Jamaica in March, 2022.

Eldritch Library

Once through the arch, we were posited into a giant library where on the small, round café-style table, at which we sat, was a familiar sight which I had first dreamt of long before the turn of the century. That dream instrument, had in the ’90s, would yet be invented and become the familiar e-readers like the Kindle. Here as in the dream when first encountered, the e-readers were globular and looked like a crystal ball; however, they were lightweight rather than the hefty familiarity of a crystal ball that large. These e-readers were interesting and by now familiar to me, it was about five inches in diametre. You simply looked into the crystal ball-like globe and the book would come to life holographically. Though the moving images of the book would be fully animated and perfectly as though a hologram, its contents would never extend beyond the crystal ball’s spherical shell. Thus, whatever you were focussed on would be private to self and its contents imparted audio-visually. In that sense it was much like an audio book whose contents were exclusively shared telepathically with the reader.

As Harella is an astral habituée – she has since reincarnated, male and resides in London, England; however, as is standard, the astral body of any past incarnation endures eternally – she wanted to show me an animated book within the confines of the astral plane crystal ball-like e-reader that was of great importance. Obviously, for being in this massive library setting, we were poring through the Akashic records – though Harella never alluded to this being the case, it was not lost on me that this was so.

St. Paul’s Cathedral

As the animation of the globular e-book began, it readily triggered a dream had over 40 years earlier in November, 1980. I had just spoken to my father by phone to wish him happy birthday. Harella had been dead less than four months and I was concerned how he was doing. I then had the most lucid of dreams, which saw a most unusual bride and groom emerge from an otherworldly St. Paul’s Cathedral.

She wore a black wedding dress with heavy cowl, looking more like a gothic medieval bride rather than not. Her groom wore a golden metallic panoply with a horned helmet. Though a massive, millennia old version of St. Paul’s Cathedral, at the first landing of the stairs from the west front, there was large canal. This astral plane city was as if a mélange of London and Venice.

Santa Maria della Salute on the Grand Canal. Canaletto

As though they were leaving the Santa Maria della Salute on the Grand Canal, the couple entered a royal carriage which here was converted to a water-faring vessel with the usual horses fashioned into wooden white steeds that formed part of the carriage. Soon, they were off down the canal when I awoke, stirred by Devon initiating sexual play.

The book came alive, and showed the scene with which we are all familiar by now; it was that of Prince Charles’ young bride walking alone up the aisle at St. Paul’s to meet him; much as Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex had when first she was unaccompanied as she walked up the aisle at St. George’s Chapel Windsor to meet HRH Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales who escorted her to his son, Prince Harry. Here, Diana’s father, Edward Spencer, 8th Earl Spencer, at no point participated in the nuptials. The ceremony progressed and then Diana was walked further up the alter after her vows and instead of turning right to sign the registry, she and Prince Charles turned left and went through a massive arch which exists only in this colossal version of St. Paul’s Cathedral.

The young couple progressed down into the bowel of the astral plane copy of St. Paul’s Cathedral where here, it was a much deeper basement; this structure was millennia old and easily dwarfed its waking state counterpart by five times. Straight away, the couple were separated and a phalanx of women in flowing white robes took Diana, Princess of Wales away. When we saw her again, Diana was changed from her black wedding gown with cowl and wore a blindfold and was taken into a relatively small copula, for this massive structure, where there, she was disrobed and ritually bathed then taken away.

The globular book further unfolded as Diana then entered into a candlelit chamber where she walked accompanied by a female attended on each side. She now wore a red blindfold, red high heels and wore nothing save a sheer red veil that fell down to just above her ankles, covering her milky hued naked body. Candles encircled the large wooden bed draped in lavender linen; they were beeswax candles at least ten feet tall and looking much like a scene from Stanley Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut, from the lavender gothic room’s silhouetted periphery a lone man, wearing black panoply with horned helmet, emerged; his panoply was draped in a black robe. As he approached the Princess of Wales, the gothic room suddenly became flooded by moonlight with trees styled in the most ornate topiary of varying heights all around just beyond the tall gothic windows. Casting aside the robe with it the panoply disappeared, leaving the black horned helmet in place. The naked disguised man, then joined the supine Diana in bed.

Very methodically, he began ritualistically making love to her with great intensity. It was obvious that he had a job to perform. It was also obvious that it was not Prince Charles and that this event occurred within months of their marriage. As he walked away from the bed, where she remained, exhausted, he effortlessly removed the panoply’s horned helmet, revealing an unusually large skull. Still tumescent, he was hung. This man was, though, not readily familiar.

The man was older and taller than Prince Charles that much was certain. As the man retreated, he moved effortlessly through the gothic window pane and into the darkness of the extensive growth of topiary with giant firs and cedars beyond that encircled the bed chamber where the Princess of Wales remained; Diana then gathered the lavender bedding about her naked and ravaged body. The holographic book collapsed within the crystal ball-like e-reader at which Harella gestured for me to get up and simply stated, “Remember, the wedding and a birthday are the keys to everything… your friend was off the mark, nor was it by normal means.” Her words were so stark, the import of what she imparted, posed a riddle that had me immediately awaken in my Toronto apartment when Buster chirped as I came to. He watched me with those soulful eyes of his; little did I know that in less than three months, he would be dead. Indeed, in that short space of time, much would unfold and a riddle reveal itself.

Four Last Songs, Richard Strauss Jessye Norman 1979

*This music played on repeat whilst I slept dreaming in December 2023 in my trusty pyramid which I have used for 40 years now. Throughout the dream, Jessye Norman’s booming voice set the mood as she sang Richard Strauss’ Four Last Songs. It is a touchstone for me and it is always the surest way to have a dream of high spiritual moment on the astral plane. It was also playing on arriving home after an all night shift, before the dreams later that day in October, 1997, and shared earlier. Jessye was an old soul priest soul with the most glorious overleaves. Her mastery of her craft was unparalleled. Quite remarkably, Jessye Norman was a high-priestess who worked magic through music. This music has spirited me to astral plane flying dreams of the greatest lucidity, more so than any other recording. Certainly it kept me aloft on finding myself exquisitely alone in the world on Merlin’s passing. END.

Buster sleeping in pyramid

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On March 22, 2024 about an hour after Catherine, HRH the Princess of Wales announced via a video, which has since been revealed to have been AI generated, I had the most jaw-dropping epiphany. There was Catherine, announcing that she was undergoing chemotherapy for Cancer, after she was seen in that dream in December speaking to musical genius and astral plane habitué, Prince. I put my hand over my mouth, got from the pyramid – from which I never move on awaking, until the dreamtime’s cache are fully recalled – then quickly went to look at my formidable numerology database. Straight away, I yelled, “Bingo!” the riddle that my astral plane habitué mum, Harella, had set me, was finally drawn fully into focus.

“The wedding is the key!” That was what had me going over my discarnate mum’s carefully worded riddle. The wedding was not Charles and Diana’s, which was the focus of the lucid astral plane dream, it was William and Catherine’s. They were wedded on April 29, 2011, which happened to not have been the birthday of the Spanish King; besides, and he was not the man who walked away naked and tumescent from bed, having seeded Diana, Princess of Wales in that dream, in which I looked into the globular crystal ball-like e-book reader. As my mum, Harella, stated at least once a week my entire childhood, “There are no coincidences…” In the dream, Harella had given assurances that other allegations of William’s paternity were incorrect. This then requires that we rigorously review everything that to date we thought that we knew, through the new lens of someone else having played a most pivotal role in the transformation of the House of Windsor.

Richard Strauss Four Last Songs Jessye Norman Gewandhaus Orchester Leipzig Kurt Masur

This comes with the caveat that a review is based on the arcana gleaned in a rather lucid astral plane dream encounter with my departed mum, Harella, in December, 2023. This was an astral plane dream just as arcane and lucid as that which foreshadowed the passing of the The Queen, had on the eve of Prince Charles’ 73rd birthday; interestingly enough, the day of that dream, rather than listening to Jazz, I had intently listened to Jessye Norman, singing Strauss’ Four Last Songs. Without doubt, both totemic dreams were triggered by having listened to the towering artistry of astral plane habituée, Jessye Norman singing Strauss’ Four Last Songs prior to sleep.

William going to Jerusalem in 2018 and the London synagogue days after Thomas Kingston’s violent death, were the definitive clues. In both instances, William’s distinctively large cranium, wearing a kippah was remarkably unlike King Charles III’s. Indeed, could William’s discovery of the news of a death, the day after Thomas Kingston’s murder, have caused him to have pulled out within minutes of King Constantine II of Greece’s royal service of thanksgiving. Clearly, William had more important business to address the day of his late godfather, King Constantine II’s service.

William overcome with a tsunami of emotions: Catherine’s cancer, Thomas Kingston’s murder or suicide who will ever really know, the King’s cancer diagnosis being made public, no wonder he was literally falling apart, swaying on his feet and then dropping the pendant days later at an investiture in early February. William has a unique trait, apart from the large distinctive-looking and uniquely shaped cranium among Windsor men, he favours leaning his head to one side when sat or standing still.

Moreover, weeks before the service of thanksgiving for King Constantine II, there was William issuing a statement about the ongoing grievous slaughter in Gaza, which both shocked the world and caused many to state that it was not his place to get involved. Too, it has been William who has stated that he doesn’t feel himself particularly inclined to become the head of the Church of England in due course, which was quickly condemned by the much-loved late Christopher Hitchens’ brother, Peter Hitchens.

All that has happened before and after the Sussexes moved to America, has been William’s vicious, pernicious, racist, jealous, obsessive, focussed animus directing the House of Windsor campaign against the Sussexes. Funny, too, that a disproportionate number of persons with open animus towards Meghan have and continue to be Jewish; indeed, what do they know?

At the loss of the American colonies in the revolutionary war, and later the Napoleonic War, England was on the brink of bankruptcy. HM King George IV entered into a 200 year agreement. Naturally, as the agreement was coming to an end, it was quite possible for the future king, the then Prince Charles, to have agreed to new terms for that agreement’s continuation.

HM Queen Elizabeth II.

Since having had this dream, it turns out that Diana, Princess of Wales spoke of a key figure in question and was clearly wary of him as she dismissed him as a gossip; however, she also alluded to “the agreement” by emphatically stating that he was a very clever man. That, of course, would be his energy body of 2; very charming and chatty but also utterly deceitful and duplicitous. As much as I love reading, especially biographies, I will notoriously abandon any book before its conclusion if I find its contents making its way into the dreamtime. I quite value my dreams and I want when therein focussed, not to have my dreams corrupted by experiences absorbed from books, films or television. This just makes the dreams seem so inauthentic, so rather than not, I will more readily abandon any book if this occurs. I have pored through books about Diana, Princess of Wales but never finished any specifically for this reason. That is why, I was surprised when a friend shared what Diana had to say about the key figure in all this intrigue, in a biography, which in light of the revelatory dream with Harella makes perfect sense.

Diana was no one’s fool but having to rapidly swim, as she put it, she always fought back; Diana during her Panorama interview with BBC’s Martin Bashir displayed an intellect and shrewdness, which no one had ever attributed to her. She was a virgin bride who was used during renegotiation of an agreement; nonetheless, she was not a damn fool. This is why after the dream which divulged how she was used by Charles and his confidant to sire William and seal an agreement, she dashed herself down flights of stairs in a bid to abort a child that she was carrying to seal a deal.

What I think the deal involved, was Diana being artificially inseminated and possibly she was tricked into this by way of Charles, claiming to want a child but concerned about his inability to perform his duties. Once seeing a specialist about her viability to give birth, it may have been suggested that they try artificial insemination at which point, the subject of the dream rather than Charles’s sperm was used to ‘seed’ Diana. Seeding was the specific word used in the astral plane dream in December, 2023 and Harella then added that it was not by normal means; clearly, that would be either surrogacy or artificial insemination. In the dream wherein Diana was seeded, it was clearly set at Highgrove House, which would have been all too possible without The Queen knowing. A weekend away at Highgrove House, Diana inseminated after seemingly failed attempts without her realising that she was not being seeded by Charles. Obviously, Diana was genuinely pregnant at the time, so that rules out surrogacy.

Sarah Lamb & Steven McRae Romeo & Juliet death scene. Royal Ballet, 2015

In this probable reality, the artificial insemination likely did occur, the agreement was a business one and at that level of society as it was a soft hostile takeover. The artificial insemination option would have been like choosing a prize racehorse, say Secretariat, to sire desired offspring – and quite the stallion he appeared on walking away from the dream bed in which Diana was seeded. This would explain why Prince Harry rather than William looks like both a Spencer and Windsor. Naturally, when Diana made to further hamper the deal, by attempting to marry a Muslim, clearly, she was too naïve to know that could be interpreted as breaking a contract agreed to by Charles. So unacceptable would such a marriage be that someone connected to that agreement would not think twice about doing her in. Diana would clearly have known of the deal and breaking the contract, by starting a Moslem court of Fayed, came with consequences. Incidentally, not only like Diana is Dodi Fayed an artisan soul, he is also an entity mate of Diana’s. Dodi and Diana were more familiar to each other as their spectacular exit was the 27th incarnation where they were known to each other. Dodi and Diana two artisans are in entity 1, cadre 6, greater cadre 48 of pod 380. In that sense, Charles and Diana were relatively unfamiliar; Charles is in pod 404.

God only knows that Meghan entering the House of Windsor, which was gladly approved of by HM Queen Elizabeth II, who was likely only cognisant of Charles’ agreement after William’s birth, would have proven a gross insult to persons in Charles’ confidant’s sphere of influence. Moreover, the very shrewd, canny HM Queen Elizabeth II in affording her consent to the marriage of Harry & Meghan, was a rebuttal shot across the bow for how she was callously disregarded in late August, 1997. In the end, fully cognisant of what a true viper’s nest, where racial animus towards Meghan would never cease, Prince Harry made the right call and cleared out of Dodge. Who gives a rat’s ass about being the first Black, which therefore means that one has to stay there and take it; as time has shown, William & Catherine are two wholly unsavoury, vile racist boors who are not worth the waste of time. They will never change and as he was seeded; interloper William will never cease having a prejudicial view of Meghan and her Black heritage – he has been bred and groomed with certain expectations, which he clearly steadfastly adheres to. To fuck with that.

Princes Philip & Harry, The Queen, Doria, Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex & Prince Archie

As with Dodi and Diana being entity mates, let’s then look at other royals who are both entity and cadre mates. In the preceding photograph, all persons present are cadre mates save Prince Philip; Philip is a 4th mature warrior soul and in pod 408. The Queen, Prince Harry and Meghan are entity mates. There are anywhere from 800 to 1200 souls in an entity and there are seven entities in a cadre. Each entity will be represented by one if not all of the seven soul types, with each soul type corresponding to a number and the qualities associated with that number. The seven roles or soul types are: Slave/One, Artisan/Two, Warrior/Three, Scholar/Four, Sage/Five, Priest/Six and King/Seven. Seven cadres make up a greater cadre and there are 49 greater cadres in a pod. Seven is the highest number in the Michael Overleaves Teachings. The Queen, Harry & Meghan are in entity one or slave entity; this entity is focussed in being of service to the common good and both loyal and enduring. This is why The Queen stated at her start of her reign that she would be devoted, however long her life may be, to be in service as Queen. That she ably did. This too is why Harry/Warrior and Meghan/Artisan have pointedly stated that “Service is Universal.” Again, all three, The Queen, Harry and Meghan are in entity 1 of cadre 6, greater cadre 7, pod 418. The Queen was on her second incarnation as a third-level mature soul Slave. This is Prince Harry’s fourth life as a fifth-level mature Warrior soul. His entity mate and wife, Meghan, is a mid-cycle mature Artisan soul on her third life at mid-cycle, which is the gap between third and fourth-level mature soul – the only time this occurs in the soul cycles. This, incidentally, is the twenty-first incarnation wherein Harry and Meghan’s souls have gotten together. Each pairing they like other souls do not choose to be exclusively man and wife, they could have been parent/child, cousins, siblings, grandparent/grandchild, friends, enemies, business partners et al. Camilla is also living a mid-cycle mature life but she is a scholar soul and not in their pod but pod 129*. All persons in the preceding photograph are mature souls. Of them, Prince Archie is the oldest soul; he is a seventh-level mature priest soul and an entity mate of Prince George’s who is a fourth mature king soul – they are in entity five of cadre 6, greater cadre 7 of pod 418. Also, in the same cadre is Doria a fifth-level mature slave in entity 3 of the same cadre, 6. Your soul type and casting never change from life to life. There is no way that the Queen would not have welcome Meghan into her family. Evidence of that soul bond is gleaned in the Sussexes’ engagement interview when Prince Harry shared that Meghan walked in and The Queen’s corgis were approvingly tail-wagging at Meghan’s feet. Dogs can sense vibrational connections between souls as they can also see auras. The Queen’s corgis would have seen Meghan as a new family member.

Equestrian Portrait of King Charles V of Spain by Titian 1548 Museo Nacional del Prado

*129. Souls in pod 129 are: Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother, Shirley MacLaine, Barbra Streisand, Whoopi Goldberg, George Harrison, Queen Camilla, Titian, George Lucas, Georgia O’Keeffe, Stephen Hawking, Mikhail Baryshnikov, Marilyn Monroe, Robert Mapplethorpe, Amadeo Modigliani, Sidney Poitier, Stevie Wonder, Art Tatum, Charlie Parker and lots more. Incidentally, Titian was a seventh-level mature artisan soul, second life at that level and is a member of entity 2, cadre 4, greater cadre 1, pod 129.

Weeks before Diana, Princess of Wales’ contracted demise in Paris, I dreamt the most lucid dream, which was clearly set on the astral plane. Pandora and I were together and were alone in a large bedroom as Prince William, about 12 or thirteen years old in the dream in 1997, was curled up in bed asleep, wearing pyjamas. Diana, Princess of Wales stood with back to large window, alone and looked rather deep in though – as a matter of fact, she looked withdrawn. Absently, more so as an aside to self, rather than to us, Diana said, “I really hope that they don’t do anything to him.” I thought that it was so strange, even long weeks after the dream, I meditated on the meaning of the dream and wondered if it meant that William was a sickly child and as a result would be eliminated as he could never be deemed fit to become sovereign.

Astral Plane Metropolis

Diana then left the darkened bedroom and headed out into the street of the city, which was not remotely familiar, with Pandora and I in tow. I readily knew that this dream was set on the astral plane as the architecture here was vastly more colossal than anything in the waking state and seemed to be more millennia aged as compared to any structure in the waking state. This was a metropolis with a population well in excess of 10 billion, a city – rather than world – so populous a city that it could only mean that one was focussed on the astral plane. Of course, mere weeks later with Diana’s life violently cut short, I realised that the dream was of Diana, saying goodbye to William rather than him being sickly and likely to perish. William was so immensely fragile and vulnerable in the dream. At no point, during the dream did William awaken. Of course, Diana feared William being eliminated and not made Sovereign if his true heritage for having been seeded were to be discovered. Certainly, the Church of England would be both concerned and threatened; the church may well oppose any such interloper heir becoming their supreme governor.

HM Queen Elizabeth II

Harella also mentioned in passing, how good it was of me to have shared ‘far and wide’ the dream of The Queen’s homecoming in November 2021 before the fact as to have done so after the fact, would have been perceived as having serious credibility issues.

https://dreampoetica.com/2021/11/15/homecoming/

On awaking, I knew that I had to share that prophetic dream tout de suite as the astral plane dream was so immensely lucid and indicated that the The Queen was likely to pass in the near future.

Something Queer This Way Comes

Then on April 24, 2024, two days into Passover, this rather flagrant occult spectacle unfolded for six miles through the streets of London. Of course, the two horses were on a set course; fulfill their role in what seemed a flagrant course-altering of history, they most certainly did. In all the reign of HM Queen Elizabeth II’s 70 years as Sovereign never did so bold an occult spectacle ever unfold. That was not mere happenstance. Nothing is ever coincidental!

December 25, 2023 to June 1, 2024, it has now been 159 days since Catherine has not been seen. What has happened, has she run off and how if at all is this connected to Thomas Kingston’s violent demise? The supernova of rumours have caused the digital universe to spiral out of control. Something foul is afoot and there is no getting around that fact. Naturally, the Fleet Street abattoirs are seeking distraction by way of heaping on more abuse and lynching of Harry & Meghan, because well, they can. Is Catherine in hiding, refusing to a divorce and waiting for Charles to die, which automatically makes her Queen – especially so if Camilla’s favoured chatelaine in Norfolk has demanded a quick divorce so that she in time becomes Queen at William’s coronation rather than Catherine? Kensington Palace’s troop of Fleet Street fabulist are so patently offering fabulist tales of Catherine’s whereabouts, including being seen at the end of May walking about, yet positively no photograph has been produced of the event, when there are commoners everywhere with cameras ever at the ready. Why is there an obvious coverup afoot?

Something truly diabolical is afoot of late: shocking deaths, MIA royals and alleged cancers ravaging the House of Windsor. Of course, as the photo agency authorities have dismissed Kensington Palace: TRH Prince & Princess of Wales, chiefly William, of lacking integrity and credibility, nothing is to be believed anymore. This equine episode on April 24, 2024 for six miles through the streets of central London was saturated with occult symbolism. Of course, there was then a statement released that the bloodied white horse had a history of being readily spooked; however, at Horse Guards, the official entrance to Buckingham Palace, at the same time horses there were also uncharacteristically acting up. I don’t care how royals and their semi-feral fabulist troop of Fleet Street hacks lie, I am supremely convinced that Charles’ cancer is a cover for Catherine’s cancer, which is likely not cancer at all. Catherine, alas, may be very dead. As the royal’s social calendars go, expect their to be news of Catherine taking a turn for the worse and a funeral, after all these long months embalmed and hidden away, taking place in September after the Balmoral break and the royal calendar start up in earnest in October as has predictably always been the case.

Prince Harry in Theatre & Comments on Prince Williams’ Jealousy

Indeed, though the current vogue is to blame Meghan, and to a lesser degree, Harry for all that is going on in the House of Windsor, we need not lose sight of the fact that William & Catherine have been problematic from long before Meghan married in. What has evolved, is that the cabal of Fleet Street hacks have conspired to protect and present the Waleses as above reproach no matter what the evidence otherwise suggests.

Long before Meghan, that undesirable ‘Yank’ marrying in, William made it perfectly clear to American, Dave Clark that he did not approve of his relationship with his cousin, HRH Princess Beatrice of York, and he did not want him marrying into the House of Windsor. So adverse was William to Dave Clark’s existence that he refused to have him attend his wedding to Catherine as his cousin, Princess Beatrice’s plus one. Indeed, it was Prince William and not Prince Philip, the Duke of Edinburgh, who was against Sarah, Duchess of York attending the Cambridges’ wedding. Proof of that fact was borne out 7 years later at Prince Harry’s wedding, Prince Philip was then alive, and Sarah was an invited guest because it is what Harry wanted; it was not Prince Philip’s call to have made.

The best way to hide a secret is to keep it in plain view. And as we are well aware, the House of Windsor’s MO is slight of hand. They have steadfastly perpetuated, through their network of Fleet Street hacks and unofficially an approved troop of biographers, the lie that Prince Harry was James Hewitt’s child and even got Diana, Princess of Wales to go along with it, by revealing her affair with James Hewitt, though the affair between Diana, Princess of Wales and James Hewitt occurred two years after Prince Harry’s birth. But you have never once heard any such utterance or rumour about William’s paternity as that is too dangerous a secret to ever see the light of day.

Prince Charles & Barbra. Prince William & Barbra

From the earliest times, Charles’ confidant of immense wealth would have been the one to have facilitated the connection between Barbra Streisand & Prince Charles. Thus it was that Barbra was the one to have hosted the newly wedded William in Los Angeles when they visited after their first royal tour to Canada in July 2011. The event though hosted by the American wing of BAFTA in Los Angeles, was also about making sure that Barbra hosted Charles’ stepson’s coming out in Hollywood as the newly minted President of BAFTA.

Chelsea Hotel

I will always remember howling, long and hard, early in our relationship, one weekend that Merlin and I stayed at the storied Chelsea Hotel. Hello Dolly was on TV and I wanted to go watch it at Attila Isaksen’s Williamsburg apartment to which he had invited me; however, Merlin wanted to go 20 blocks uptown to Frederick Jones’s West 43rd Street townhouse. Merlin yelled at me to call off going to Brooklyn to watch damn TV as he considered Barbra a fraud. “Come on, you don’t for a second think that there was a tie, do you? I mean, just maybe, I could contemplate a possible tie between her and Shelley the fuck Winters, but are you kidding me, Katharine Hepburn and her getting matching number of votes? It’s a travesty. She did not win that award fair and square!” I remained silent, looking out the window of the checker cab as we sailed up 8th Avenue en route to Frederick’s. “Come on… stop pouting and look at me…” He negotiated with a kiss on the left cheek, the tickle of his beard so arousing that I abruptly turned and began the delicious face-fucking that we readily, perpetually indulged.

The Queen Dismisses Venal William & his Toxic Wife

As The Queen was no one’s fool, she was keenly aware of the duplicitous games and racist campaign directed by William and Catherine, to which she openly aired her displeasure by brushing them off at Christmas 2020 at Windsor Castle during Covid and after the Sussexes were effectively ousted by the venal cancerous racist senior royals Charles and William and their spouses. So then let’s go through all the ways in which William & his venal, cancerous wife engaged in their racist campaign against Meghan, and Harry too. Not to be outdone were they, of course, by Charles & Camilla.

Christmas Day, 2019 Sandringham Estate

William makes no effort to disguise his revulsion at Meghan when she turned around to say something to him, whereupon he simply stepped back and scowled as though he smelt shit. By this point, Christmas Day, 2018, Meghan is pregnant with Prince Archie and she and Harry had completed their first royal tour which proved a success. Also, by this point, William and Catherine had planted the character assassinating story with Camilla Tominey, in the Daily Telegraph, in which she speciously alleged that Meghan had made Catherine cry. The reason for doing this, is that no matter what, the principal royals, who are in line to be sovereign and heir with their spouses, are never faulted for anything and will be defended to the hilt. Thus, it was the perfect coup, Meghan is marrying in, she is both a Yank & Black, which made her even more otiose and dangerous than Wallis Simpson.

*I am visible in the YouTube screen capture with the red line passing at the back of my head and just below my right ear as I craned up looking at the balcony whereat Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex stood with the German President’s wife.

As I stood in Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday for the 100th anniversary of Armistice Day, I had never felt so overcome with fear and dread before. Positively everyone around me spoke negatively about Meghan. To that point, Camilla Tominey’s character assassination planted lie ‘Meghan Made Catherine Cry’ had yet to appear. Meghan was called that Yank. She was openly ridiculed with lots of laughter when someone said that she would likely appear at the window, wearing white dress, hat and gloves. The racist remarks are not worth repeating here. All this whilst Meghan was pregnant with Prince Archie. Prince Harry was stood feet away in front of me; however, I never saw him, so tall were the bearskin hats worn by the guards two rows deep and ahead of a row of regular soldiers and a line of Metropolitan police officers who kept a keen eye on the crowds.

Just as he bullied and had his way at Pippa, Catherine’s sister’s wedding, William also saw to it that his interference meant that Meghan would be blocked from attending the Middleton-Matthews wedding. William & Catherine are possessed of 9 in their numerology and it is about being intransigent, conceited, racist, stubborn, faultfinding and shit-disturbing. Of course, William’s dubious paternity is reason enough to see why he would be so vehemently opposed to Meghan becoming a member of the House of Windsor, which for all intents based on the arcana gleaned in the lucid dream with Harella in December 2023, will shortly cease being the House of Windsor – indeed, always playing the long game.

This would, of course, explain why his best friend and royal relative took a wife who, though non-traditional, at least was infinitely more favourable than Harry taking a non-traditional and most undesirable wife. That relative’s mum, baroness Marie-Christine, was not shy about currying favour with princes Charles and William by wearing the blackamoor brooch. What did she care, HM Queen Elizabeth II was on her way out and it would only be a matter of time before William would be king and the tide truly turned. Indeed, no doubt that as part of the long-term strategy of acclimatising the public towards an eventual end of House of Windsor, was William’s closest royal friend, Lord Frederick Windsor taking a favourable non-traditional wife by way of actor, Sophie Winkleman. Baroness Marie-Christine knew that there would never be offence taken by Charles and William at her sporting the blackamoor brooch to Meghan’s first royal outing, The Queen’s Christmas lunch of 2017 at Buckingham Palace.

Just look at the most handsome member of his generation from the House of Windsor, James Ogilvy, sat behind baroness Marie-Christine and her husband, the day after their son-in-law was clearly murdered. Though fake as all fuck, baroness Marie-Christine copped hauteur, but James looked as though he had been to hell and back, at least on the astral plane. However, he was sat there, well aware that this was no dream, Thomas was murdered, William was missing, obviously owing to another important passing. All this meant that ‘Ella’ was being returned to baroness Marie-Christine still childless, a spinster and now a newly minted widow. Though Prince Michael of Kent has always been admirable, there is no way to gloss over the fact that baroness Marie-Christine is as rough as a backstairs whore and just as racist! A mere three months on from Thomas Kingston’s murder and just look at how massively the elegant Prince Michael of Kent has aged with vastly compromised mobility as he turned up at the Chelsea Flower Show in May, 2024. Indeed, the backstairs thug recently declined the invitation from King Tampon himself to attend a Buckingham Palace garden party; one is clearly not done with being pissed off about the coverup of Thomas’ demise – oh just go write a tell-all already! That’s right toots, karma does exist and there are repercussions for thinking that anti-Black racism is racy sport. Honest to god, when in The Queen’s long reign did this sort of vulgar schadenfreude come so fast and so loose?

Magnolia blooms

In the early days of our relationship, spent in Manhattan, Merlin opened up and shared a deeply disturbing episode from his childhood. We had been at a social gathering which being theatre folk, was for him always professional. There was an actress there who ridiculously kept turning and blowing cigarette smoke in my face. At one point, I spat on her which caused no end of upheaval at the gathering. Soon, Merlin abruptly took leave with me in tow. As we rode down 7th Avenue, Merlin laid down the law, under no circumstances was I to behave that way again. According to him that woman was Jewish and could have me thrown in jail for no good reason. I made it perfectly clear to Merlin that though I was prepared to tolerate his cigarette smoking, as a rule, I abhorred the smell and practice. Merlin tried to assure me that I was being baited by the woman and that she was deliberately blowing smoke in my face because I was Black and she did not approve of my existence. It was so terribly gauche to my upbringing to be related to in this way.

36 Servington Crescent

According to Merlin, on his deathbed his grandfather commanded his father, to go out and buy a new house with separate bedrooms for him and his wife, with the promise that he would never sleep with his wife, Merlin’s mum, again. Merlin’s mum was of Irish heritage which was wholly unacceptable for his paternal grandfather. More disturbing, as Merlin wept quietly, each time that he was presented to his paternal grandfather, he was spat at or on and dismissed as a freak, all because his Polish Ashkenazi grandfather could not forgive his son, doing ‘that’ to him. As a result, Merlin went out and purchased a tree so that each Spring the showy magnolia bloom – one of the earliest each year – would be a source of inspiration just outside his mum’s bedroom window as she was never allowed to sleep in the same bed with her husband again. My response to Merlin was that his father should have taken the pillow and suffocated his father after spitting in his face for having repeatedly spat on his beloved son, Merlin and insulted his wife. Thereafter, I always had great empathy for Merlin’s dad and we enjoyed a close bond, which grew closer when Merlin was diagnosed with full-blown AIDS.

Charlestown, Nevis with blooming flamboyant tree

In March, 1989 with Merlin returned from hospitalisation at St. Michael’s Hospital, I went to Nevis for a break with Pandora joining me from Paris, at one point, I flew into St. Croix, U.S.V.I to visit my adorable aunt, who was the most regal of souls. On my return, Merlin and I spent hours poring through the developed photographs from my trip. He was thrilled to see the photos of the Jewish cemetery and dilapidated synagogue in Charlestown, Nevis. What intrigued him even more was the family photo of my mum’s father, a copy of which I had secured from my aunt in St. Croix. Merlin was convinced that my mum’s dad had to have been of Jewish heritage. Of course, that was the case, Merlin stated that if they were Portuguese by way of Brazil then they would have been Sephardic. “My god that would make you even more Jewish than me…” I made Merlin swear never to tell anyone as I frankly did not want persons in his life suddenly changing their behaviour towards me. In particular, as per that New York incident, there was one Ashkenazi Jew in particular who was always keen to blow cigarette smoke in my direction; she eventually was banned from our Cabbagetown home. It has been my experience that Ashkenazi Jews are alarmingly anti-Black racist in the extreme.

Princes Harry & William

Though both men went to great lengths to never be photographed together, why pray tell does William look so like the man in that revelatory dream? Cranium, lower lip, mouth, teeth, smiles, bone structure & nostrils all nicely match. William’s balding pattern mirrors the man in that dream as well. There are no coincidences. Once entered into this deal, which I believe was strictly between Charles and his confidant, what could The Queen have done? Positively nothing. Under no circumstances did The Queen want a possible constitutional crisis during her reign, coming so close after the one which saw King Edward VIII abdicate in favour of her father, King George VI. There is nothing that they could have done to William without swift repercussions from that entity or others in his sphere. That is why when Diana came to no good end, Charles wailed as he did on seeing her body in the Paris hospital. He had made a deal with his master and when Diana provoked his wrath, by wanting to start a parallel court with Dodi, a Moslem, she was swiftly, coldly removed from the scene.

Recently, I went off to look at the graduating student exhibition at OCADU – Ontario College of Art & Design University; back in the ’80s, I modelled there and elsewhere for George Hawken and others. Annually, George and I went on the Sunday afternoon to catch the show; it was always humorous to listen to his critiques of some students’ works – bored, rudderless middle class snobs without a fucking clue.’ Of course, at the time, he lived down McCaul just above Queen Street West and there we would retire and indulge in more wanton salaciousness. This time, I attended with Pandora and we rather enjoyed ourselves though retreated to the AGO where I found a vegan leather *eye roll whatever the fuck next* wallet with snazzy Haida motif. I got home having discovered two awesome Palestinian-Canadian grad students focussed in the graphic and environmental design worlds, turned on the TV to have this blasted little smug talking head on CP24 announce the latest on the Israel-Hamas war. Are you fucking kidding me? Where are the Palestinian tanks, fighter jets, military; a war involves combatants moderately, equally armed and on somewhat equal footing. America and others afford Ukraine military arms to assist in its war declared by Russia. Who the hell then is affording Palestinians arms, if it truly is a war between Israel and Palestinians? Soon, I was out the door again, into the Gay Village where I grabbed a few boxes of Craig’s Cookies on Church Street, A1C be damned. The fucking idiocy of everyone not having an opinion for fear of… fuck forget being cancelled, more like annihilated.

Merch of Jonathan Yeo’s King Charles III Portrait

You know, I may not have 50 friends to send a King Tampon mug, but I sure as hell will be sharing a few of these mugs, come Christmas, stuffed with tampons. I have never been described as humourless!

The ever radiant, Diana, Princess of Wales

Just think of the power and arrogance of a man who sired a royal heir once displeased with Diana, Princess of Wales being entangled with Dodi Fayed, a Moslem. With swift expediency, Diana was removed; she was assassinated. Of course, when you review all the facts that have lurked just below the surface, ‘the establishment’ Dodi’s dad relentlessly referred to Diana & his son’s assassination – Diana’s fourth number was 7, three things always stood out. Why did Charles wail as he did on seeing Diana’s exterminated body in Paris? Certainly, Charles had not envisioned Diana’s sacrifice for having made a deal with his confidant, albeit likely indirectly connected to said confidant. Furthermore, why did the royals remain at Balmoral as long they did? They were in shock; this was not something that they had either envisioned or sanctioned. This left, The Queen, in particular, acutely aware of their vulnerability. Then, too, there was William’s reaction at Balmoral. Suddenly, he went missing and was unaccounted for. He must then have been approached by his ‘handler’ and Charles’ confidant to be given a stiff talking to and told of his role. Also, was he then told of his true heritage, if Diana had not previously told him?

The Queen’s address at the passing of Diana, Princess of Wales

Suddenly, heavy indeed was the crown. With Diana’s assassination, The Queen was made aware that her power was strictly ceremonial; the real power lay at the feet of her son’s confidant. Indeed, not only was the agreement readdressed, it was sealed with William’s birth. There was a very real and definite threat to The Queen and anyone else with regard’s William’s safety and wellbeing. Too, The Queen knew that any hushed whispers of who gave the order to have Diana removed, would be squarely focussed in her direction. Indeed, after Diana, Princess of Wales’ assassination, there could be no doubt who wielded true power. With Diana, Princess of Wales’ assassination, the House of Windsor had effectively ended. There could be no greater clue to that transition to mark the end of the House of Windsor than 13.5 years later, with Catherine wearing the assassinated Diana’s ring, William would be wedded on both the feast day of St. Catherine of Siena and a rather pivotal character’s birthday. That day effectively marked the end of the House of Windsor. A coup was affected across social and cultural lines without so much as a single shot having been fired on August 31, 1997 – or at least that we know of. And just as with Jesus, Diana had two sacrificial deaths alongside hers as she was a modern day sacrifice to herald the dawn of a new royal house.

The Queen & Prince Philip riding up the Mall on return from Balmoral after Diana’s Assassination

Just imagine what it was like for The Queen to have returned to London from Balmoral, knowing quite well that the little people hadn’t a clue of what was truly going on. Indeed, much like Meghan being blamed for Catherine having made her cry, the Queen became a crucible for people’s rage at Diana’s assassination, when she did not, in fact, give the order to have William’s – who was truly her step-grandson – mother, Diana, Princess of Wales, assassinated. Also, think of the exquisite fear that suddenly befell The Queen because she too could at anytime be removed, thanks to the colossal power of Charles’ confidant.

Of course, Charles’ confidant was quite confident that regardless how long The Queen lived, she would never be around for Prince George’s marriage at which point, William would have been stridently groomed to see to it that George took no ordinary bride, thereby effectively achieving the confidant’s long range objective. Well, the one thing that The Queen was not, was unaware; shrewd to the very end, she made sure that Prince Harry, whom for obvious reasons she favoured over William, had a grand wedding. Too, to protect her vision, she threw the wedding within the confines of Windsor Castle where there was little chance of anything disastrous unfolding as previously with Diana, Princess of Wales almost twenty-one years earlier. Look at William & Charles’ rude display at Prince Harry’s wedding, openly ridiculing Harry’s wife and her culture. Interestingly enough, not once did Prince Andrew betray this open animus towards his nephew and his Black wife’s culture.

So there were Charles, Camilla, William and Catherine sat across the quire from TV professionals whose job it is, to stage and rigorously read every nuance of human behaviour, as the senior royals openly ridiculed Meghan, her friends and colleagues, and her culture.

As rightly can be expected, The Queen & Prince Philip sat there dignified and decorous as is befitting. They were sufficiently aware and human that they did not engage in petty, racist behaviour, banter and open ridicule which was plain for the world to see from other senior royals. Not once did Prince Andrew engage in this vulgar, uncouth racist display; for that much, he is to be commended. Sat there was Andrew both aware of the optics and clearly appalled at his brother Prince Charles & nephew Prince William’s behaviour and, of course, not the least bit surprised that their spouses would shadow their open racism. Andrew ought to turn on them and write his own damn palace exposé.

As at Prince Harry’s wedding, there too were Camilla & Charles openly ridiculing non-Whites whilst Inuit throat singers performed as they represented HM The Queen on royal tour to Canada. Just look at that ugly backstairs cocksucker, sat there before the Canadian flag, dismissing a noble people and their culture; she is as fucking ugly as she is uncouth. He, of course, is ever a petty, nasty little blood-soaked tampon… the blasted fool. Naturally, Catherine, Camilla, Charles & William are as vile as they are for having been enthralled at the court of the real King, Charles’ rather powerful confidant.

So after having dispensed with Diana, Princess of Wales, her firstborn ‘the plant’ declares his allegiance by marrying Catherine on the feast day of St. Catherine of Siena and another’s birthday. Of course, as this is all covert and one is ever onlooking from the sidelines, the confidant was nowhere to be seen at said wedding. After all, he was not expected to attend the most important society wedding, royals or not as the Windsors are not wealthier than him.

HM King Charles III

Oil on Canvas

8’15” x 6′ 15″

©2024 Jonathan Yeo

Spike Milligan British Comedy Awards Jonathan Ross 1994

At long last, the little grovelling bastard, King Tampon irreverently realised as he truly is, lord of all Hades most debauched bathhouse. Clueless as all fuck, he is finally at home where positively no one gives two fucks, much as now. Sold off the House of Windsor, yet still scrounged around for bags of cash. A right racist boor and a damn fool to boot his entire life. Immolating before our very eyes. An empty, indulgent life; fat little grasping fingers ravaged and ravenous by the same debauched proclivities as his cohorts Gary and Jimmy. Ready to rage is he, because finally acceded the throne, he is as charisma-challenged as a bored, fatigued koala. For what it’s worth, Jonathan Yeo is a sixth-level mature scholar soul (fourth life at current soul age) and an entity mate of seventh-level mature warrior soul, King Charles III. They are both members of entity 4, cadre 4, greater cadre 16, pod 404.

Nicolas Le Riche – Bolero de Maurice Béjart L’Opéra de Paris

What Charles is doing to Harry is not different to every bigoted/prejudiced parent, who disowns and rejects their son because that son comes out as Gay, openly takes a male lover then marries that male lover. There was so much expectation of what their son was supposed to have become and for Charles, Harry going off and taking a Black wife, Meghan, and starting a family with her – two beautiful children, was clearly as much a betrayal for Charles as if Prince Harry had come out as Gay, gone off and taken a male lover and wedded him.

It was simply not acceptable for Charles, William and Britons at large. Charles has secretly despised Blacks his life long and then, as his racist psyche perceives the situation, his son, Prince Harry, does this to him. Indeed, a son who his life long clearly experienced the open racist conversations and attitudes towards Blacks from his father and others within the royal family – how could Harry not have been exposed to this racial animus towards Blacks? As far as they are concerned: Charles, Camilla, William and Catherine, Harry has rebelled – at least as they see it, never mind that he and Meghan have a strong past-life history together – against their ugly ignorance and racist bigotry!

It is fairly obvious how deep was the gaslighting, abuse and control that Charles & William exercised over Harry. Just look at the photographs in SPARE of Nottingham Cottage where Harry lived prior to and briefly after marrying Meghan; it’s a shockingly horrid dive. This explains why Harry keeps going back to England, to family. Of course, Meghan never interferes, she lets him go back, each time knowing that he is one visit closer to saying, “To fuck with it, I am done with these people; I’ve a family of my own.” Obviously, Harry knows this, but emotional and mental abuse are more addictive than any drug going. Apart from the House of Windsor, Prince Harry has the House of Spencer in England to keep him grounded, loved and supported; he can always return for the sake of his children, knowing their English heritage, by favouring the Spencers rather than Windsors.

Tango. Rudolf Nureyev & Sir Anthony Dowell Valentino

So in order to spite Harry whilst in London for the Invictus Games’ 10th anniversary service of thanksgiving, what does he do, King Tampon gets together with a high profile personality who since attending Harry’s wedding, has clearly taken sides. It is obvious where Charles’ favoured guest stands as a family friend with a retarded sibling likes yapping like the bipedal chihuahua that she is at Meghan’s expense. Never forget that William and Charles are also possessed of fourth number of 5, which is all about sexual scandal, sexual infamy, sexual debauchery, sexual perversion and sexual addiction. Andrew, too, is possessed of fourth number of 5 and we all know how that’s turned out for him. As the numerology deftly betrays and as the photos and video above validate, a picture never lies; smoke and mirrors are the preferred MO every damn time.

These are the rarefied zones where the worlds truly closeted famous persons let their hair down. These men are always well-guarded. They are usually family men who seemingly never have many friends beyond the family and are rarely photographed hanging with other men and they can never be perceived as a man’s man. The wife and kids give good cover. Away from all that, their debauchery and real passions are reserved for the guarded privacy of yachts, private planes and private islands where the paparazzi, the little people and media have no access. Most of these closeted men were expertly groomed from the word go and though not exclusively so, they usually hail from the worlds of sports and entertainment; they’ve got talent, they were of modest means and were hungry for it all. Fame always comes at a price. This arrangement is as old as time itself. Some break out of the mould and don’t give a damn who may know nor do they care, like the late George Michael. Overwhelmingly, for 95 percent of these persons, there is a veneer of their fluidity just below the surface; however, ever they remain guarded and living in utter fear. Of course, in dreams there are neither secrets nor lies and since human civilisation occupies but one planet in one star system, my life long, I’ve gleaned a galaxy of truth in dreams of inordinate lucidity.

L’Après midi d’un Faune – Rudolf Nureyev

One such person, I know of. He was a lover of Merlin’s who preceded me by four others. He is a movie star, not an Oscar winner, but a household name the world over. I have seen the amorous photos of him with Merlin, with the lover of Merlin’s with whom he ran off and of them both in various stages of passion and tumescence. It is all very sad really because truth be told, humans are just that… humans. No one is male or female; you are a soul incarnate and you will connect with those with whom you’ve shared intense and frequent past lives passed in a positive mode. Based on numerology, it would be bizarre if some persons did not find the time to connect; it is a dance of spirits, vibrations harmonising and it can never, once consensual, be a negative thing, provided there is no control and intimidation involved. But alas, when money – big money, I might add – is involved, you’d better damn well believe that every effort will be made to live the most closeted and guarded, fear-plagued existence.   

Therein lies the crux of the matter, though homoerotic in essence – 5 in the fourth position, Charles & William are dead set against Harry having taken a Black wife, Meghan, because this is the rage of far too many White Gays everywhere; they secretly detest Black women – whether these men are fathers, closeted and with all that miserable angst, or all out Queer, they overwhelmingly do not like Black women. They are profoundly racist, though, they will be the first to most vehemently deny this fact. I remember an evening with Merlin & I at Frederick Jones and his Puerto Rican lover at this Hell’s Kitchen home on West 43rd Street. Frederick stated whilst guzzling god-only-knows which glass of liquor that day that White Gays hated Black women because “they don’t have motherfucking big black dicks…”

Tallis: If Ye Love Me · Choir of St George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle

In less than two short years, since The Queen’s departure, so much has happened and none of it either edifying or constructive for those she left in charge of the firm. Meghan was supremely astute and had the greatest counsel, that is what the baby shower in New York City was about in February, 2019 – just look at who attended: Serena Williams, Abigail Spencer, Misha Nonoo-Hess, Amal Clooney, Gayle King. All these women were trusted and part of Meghan’s inner sanctum. Amal would give superior advise, Gayle would be a liaison for Oprah. Being a senior working royal clearly was a hellish experience for Meghan and her support network needed to see her. There is no way that Serena was going to let Meghan perish. Meghan, and Harry, had to take leave of that racially predatory environment, the firm.

Milonia Caesonia, Caligula II, Peggalicious & Expendable

The crown prince & his heir needed Harry and Meghan to be around to play their roles within the pantomime, the perpetually scorned scapegoats. However, knowing that The Queen hadn’t much longer to live, Caligula II & quadrant mates knew that it was better to expel Harry & Meghan sooner rather than after The Queen’s imminent demise. In that way, The Queen, who is never faulted, can be seen to have dispensed with the Sussexes and clear the racist boors of culpability. Crucial in all of this was Harry’s account in his memoir, SPARE, of what occurred at the Sandringham Summit. Knowing that she was not long for this world, The Queen remained silent throughout the tense meeting; thereby, she betrayed her support for Harry and Meghan and in having chosen to not become engaged in the proceedings, she was letting the Sussexes know that this was not her doing. Thusly, The Queen exposed Caligula II & the seeded, pegged and bothered, racist boor as the architects of the racist expulsion of the Sussexes.

Harry, Guy & Meghan

What has since transpired is that Meghan has made a man and father of Harry; they have a beautiful family, are far removed from the racist boors, who haunt the kingdom that HM Queen Elizabeth II, greatest Sovereign of the last half millennium, departed. The mess that her two immediate successors have created may well not be reparable with George’s reign…

Tina Brown on Sussexes Nigerian Tour

Listen to Tina Brown having to eat her words. This same woman wrote The Palace Papers and in all those pages, there was not a single mention of the blackamoor brooch incident. The Briton who’s earned her fame and fortune in America, deceptively sought to prosecute the notion that the royals aren’t racist and that Britons aren’t racist. How is it even possible to write about the reason for The Queen’s grandson and his Black wife having to leave the royal family without so much as mentioning race. Post-colonial Britain and its White citizens are ever ready to deny their history, however, facts do not tolerate fictions. The Sussexes have left and are thriving, doing marvellously well, successful and no amount of at this late hour admitting that Harry & Meghan’s departure was a tragic loss for the firm, changes anything. The four principals: Charles, Camilla, William and Catherine will never change nor will they ever admit to having been racist towards Meghan – goodness they are still cowardly sniping from the wings through the fabulist, race-baiting troop of Fleet Street hacks of theirs.

Catherine, William, Meghan & Harry at Westminster Hall bidding farewell to The Queen

My, but I love this rather poignant photograph; it perfectly captures the end of the reign of HM Queen Elizabeth II. With that deeply respectful, elegant curtsey and Harry’s dignified bow, Meghan was saying goodbye to The Queen. More importantly, Meghan was saying Adieu to the island kingdom and her husband Prince Harry’s family. Meghan has proven since then that it is ill-advised to disrespect and play a Black woman for a fool. She will never return to Britain and be seen curtseying to Charles and his ugly beard, Camilla. Most definitely, she will never bow to that violent racist boor, William and his cancerous wife, Catherine – his racially predatory vindictiveness cost her and Harry the life of a child. This bid on the part of the left-behind royals to have their troop of Fleet Street hacks float the idea that Harry & Meghan need to apologise, shows how blindly conceited Whites, as opposed to Caucasians, are. At this stage, if Charles were to apologise to Harry and Meghan in a Christmas message, it would change nothing. Meghan will never set foot in Britain again to suffer the indignity of having to bow to racist boors who are neither worth her time nor knowing in any capacity. Meghan is an American, a Black America; she knows her worth.

As the Invictus Games and Archewell Foundation tour of Nigeria proved, Harry & Meghan do not a racist island kingdom need. Quite simply, the world is their realm.

Watermelon Man Herbie Hancock Takin’ Off 1962

Herbie Hancock – Piano

Dexter Gordon – Tenor Saxophone

Billy Higgins – Drums, Percussion

Freddie Hubbard – Trumpet

Butch Warren – Double Bass

I will always remember my mum, Harella, dancing in the living room of our St. Kitts home to this Jazz masterpiece. She was being taken higher, truly inspired. One of my greatest memories in the early 1970s.

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Photo: Close-up of Moon.

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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