Stellar Galactic Museum of Anthropology.

11.05.202611.05.2026 Arvin da BrghaLeave a comment

In this the first dream, I was having a very heated argument with a group of Christian fundamentalists. This concerned the book of Revelations in the New Testament. My point was that there was no longer any need for them to fixate on the nihilism of that book. There was no need for them to fixate on the actualisation of the Armageddon construct. I was pointing out that much of the suffering in the world was due to the Christian obsession with violence. For this reason, for the last two millennia, their culture has done nothing but produce men of inordinate violence.

Further, I tried to point out that none of these fatalistic visions were ever prophesied by Christ. Rather, they were the result of a fearful culture’s way of trying to come to grips with having murdered Christ. The New Testament was simply the Christian Church’s way of manipulating the life of Christ, after his murder, to suit their ends. For having murdered Christ, they have been karmically fated to being a violent culture. Seeing that it was pointless to be engaged with these blind and lost souls, I chose to move on. To say the least, the energies between us were tense.

*Then, too, it was best that I moved on. The longer that I engaged them, it proved fairly obvious that I would have to up my frequency becoming light and thus invisible to the blind. Truth be told, they would shortly start ridding me of my soul. After all, I clearly was a heretic in full! END.

An area that seemed like a school, this proved the reality of the third dream, where there were kids who wore navy blue tunics. They were in their early teens and were going out to a courtyard. We were coming back from a precipice. Everyone here represented several nationalities. Some Hispanic kids, who were clearly well-off, attended the private school. Looking down at all these people far below, we were out on a balcony. I thought to myself at the time that I simply couldn’t afford to go falling over this balcony. In the meanwhile, I energetically waved down to the group below. I was encouraging them to financially invest in Africa by supporting African industries.

There was nothing in the world that they had to be ashamed of. They ought to be more proud of their African heritage and their African nations. Indeed, they needed desperately to wake up to the realisation of just how much that they actually had. Some ten feet away were two white horizontal iron bars that formed a container from the precipice. Naturally, one was expected to use common sense and not go beyond the two restraining bars. Going to the right of a guy, who did not want to move, I grabbed a hold of the upper bar. I gymnastically snaked my body through both bars and made it onto the safe side of them again.

One girl was approaching her father, to speak with him, as he was surrounded by people. Though daytime, it happened also to be overcast. For being otherwise engaged, her father couldn’t speak to her. To drive away her disappointment, I grabbed her and started dancing which her father appreciated with a warm smile. She had been quite insistent on speaking to him, however, there was no way that he could have then seen her. I was trying to get her to see that her father’s diplomatic affairs meant that there were times, even to her, when he was simply unavailable. At the time, he was in the midst of being interviewed by a television crew.

I was in a darkened room, at night time, in this the fourth dream. Somehow, Isha da Braga and other family members were also present. A man was lying there on a bed and his physique was that of a warrior or even a king soul incarnate. He was a pure white-haired man. It was the natural hair colour not due to his agedness physically. He had been across the bed on which I lay. At the time, I was not the least bit tired. I was supposed to be in repose and there was an implicit order that he not be awakened. There were several talons – fishing flies, however, they were unlike their waking state counterparts.

Apparently intended for me to keep, they were laid out on my pillow. Beyond the head of the bed was the lone door to the room. The look of the door and the room made it seem fairly sepulchral. Meanwhile, another man had entered the room through those doors. He stood in the centre of the room before me. He wore a gossamer-looking outfit which fell to just below his calves. It was as if a futuristic version on the chainmail suit of ages past. Bronze-coloured, it fitted his body pretty much like a wet suit would. There were some metallic-looking strips that crossed the outfit.

Behind him were the largest wings imaginable. These were definitely not some theatrical contraptions, they were his. Adding greater drama to his entrance, they flared out behind him and upwards. To say the least, he was quite the mythic figure. Sadly though, the intensity of the outfit’s glow obscured the look of his face. For that reason, it was hard to say whether he was Amerindian, Indian, Asian, Black or White. On remembering that dream of September 4, 1988, I instinctively sat up. Straight away, I knew that he would approach the bed. I also knew that whilst standing there at the foot of bed, he would perform some all-important ritual.

Meanwhile, Penina da Braga and Isha were telling me not to get up. That was because I wasn’t supposed to disturb the man, who lay there, soundly asleep. Frankly, I did not much care about the archetypal king/warrior-souled man soundly asleep on the bed with me. As I explained to them, I was more concerned with the winged incredibly tall man. I knew that he was there to collect the fishing flies from me. For that reason, I told them that I was afraid that the winged man may take off, thus making it potentially impossible to get them to him.

Their confusion was distracting; so, with that, I finally got from the bed and left the area. As I left the sepulchral room, I realised that I had been someone who had been quite revered in a past life. Apparently, this had been in parts of the West Indies – the Virgin Islands and mainland America. As I walked from the room, I had been told this by a guide. Seemingly, I had been a skilled diplomat which was when I had earlier been out on the balcony. At the time, I had been looking down to the masses and spurring on their spirits. I was respected and much-loved by the locals.

*The immensely powerful, gossamer-suited, winged and exceptionally tall man was not the Eurocentric angel. He was not, for that matter, some mythic archetype. He was an extra-human and it was also clear that regardless his packaging, he was clearly a king soul. There was no getting around that fact. I found that it was quite impactful being in his presence. I also had a strong sense that he was someone with whom I have been familiar, in the dreamtime, throughout my life. This is one of those rare times that he has manifested in the dreamtime. I do believe that this is the first time that his manifestation has been recorded in this audio-cassette medium. END.

In a courtyard area, I found myself in this the fifth dream, on an estate that was close to the sea. A man was being surrounded by five Italian guys who were being problematic. Clearly, these men were thugs and the henchmen of someone with whom he was acquainted. Eventually, his mother had shown up wearing this beautiful floral-printed dress. The dress was a sleeveless design. She was a short study of the babushka archetype. There was no way to get around the fact that this man was Russian. I had had to tell his white-haired mother, to stop being emotionally panicked, to leave the scene. She could, by her distress, have proven detrimental to his survival. Besides, quietly I had told her to go get help by dialling 9-1-1. Except that when she went to the balcony, she started shining some large spotlights.

Seeing the logic of her actions, I told her that whatever she did, she had to always keep them trained on her son. In the meantime, the henchmen kept on closing in on him. The heavies all wore bathing suits. On the order of Charlton Heston, he was a tall majestic-looking man. A very warrior-spirited, mid-aged man was her son. The house was a papaya-toned, West Indian-orange-into-peach tone, to slight-tangerine-red impressive structure. Surrounding the house, in the modern style, was a large stone wall. There were marvellous sculptural openings in the wall. They were lyrically curvaceous and suggested slow aqueous movement. The style architecturally was really quite timeless. Set some twenty feet from the house, the wall was an impressive complement to it and was some ten-to-eleven feet tall. The wall was the same colour as the side of the house.

The earthen yard was a roughhewed affair, with exposed roots everywhere, as top soil had long ago been wind-and-rain swept aside. The wall was in three phases, to accommodate the sloping grade of the property, dropping a couple of feet along the way. The distance between a drop-off in the wall was roughly ten feet. When one got down to the seashore, there was a van circling in the air overhead. This van had the same green tonality of most military helicopters. The look was of that army camouflage gear that is sported the world over. The craft was definitely not a helicopter. A network of vary-sized antennae shot from all sides of the van-like craft that silently hovered in the air. Down on the shore, parked next to the sea, were a couple of tractor-trailers. Their being placed so close to the ocean, I thought was dangerous. Both of them were white with one being silver in the back. Clearly claimed by the ocean, they had been abandoned there to rust away.

I couldn’t believe the environmental negligence of whoever had done this. Not realising that the henchmen had landed on the beach and entered the house, a man had come and parked his car down on the beach. Meanwhile, the girl – who had wanted to talk to her diplomatic father – had learnt that these same people had savagely butchered one of her brothers. They had then disposed of his body at sea. The man being confronted by the murderous henchmen had come down to the sea. He was there to investigate who they were and why they had landed on his beachfront property. A number of people had seen them come ashore and had yelled out after them. The concerned were neighbours of the Russian man. These people then took it on themselves to call the authorities. With that, the murderous henchmen had fled.

By the rising tides, the butchered corpse was slowly beginning to be dragged out to sea. The murderers had fled, behind the house, to the sheer cliff, rock face where there were several abandoned buildings. These men had split up at once, taking off in divergent directions, to escape being caught together. Running helter-skelter, they veered off in separate directions when fleeing apprehension. Taking cover myself, I then went indoors; once inside, I immediately looked around when trying to get my bearings. There, I saw a man lying on the floor who was bent over. Splendidly furnished with an eclectic array of antiques and mementos of a well-travelled life, the interior of this house was busy. The décor here was in the Santa Fe style and warm it was too.

The man was on the lowest of the three levels, of the split-level house, thus leaving him closer to the sea. Theatrical, the house was wide-open and inviting. This layout afforded a commanding view of the wetness of nature’s womb outside. As each of the three levels had its own sitting room area, he was in that level’s sitting room. The seating was always in the centre of the central hall-like room. There were lots of potted plants that towered up in search of the comfortably far-off ceilings. They were all big-leafed and, for the most part, succulents. In this one area, it was absolutely beautiful – where the guy was knocked out and on the floor. Coming closer, I realised that it was my current lover, Gustavo Vadim. He had been badly beaten up by the marauding, interloping murderers.

**Shore Bird on the Tundra, Kenojuak Ashevak**

One of the henchmen, wearing a skimpy little bathing suit, went down before the Russian man’s mother and started masturbating in front of her. As she sat there, on the chair, the henchman air-jacked off though never having taken his hard-on from his tight-fitting spandex. The poor dear was being totally traumatised by his boorish behaviour. Seated there, she really did want to get a load of that throbbing piece of raw tenderloin. I found it quite comical to look at her. I, at the time, was up on a ledge that formed part of the structure’s girders. Just as outside, in the stone walls, the same sculptural schemata were reproduced on the walls inside the house. There in one of these openings I had comfortably sat. Hiding out of view of them, I had been crouching down. To my left, from where I perched birdlike, was the central living space in which were the sitting areas.

A really beautiful organic house; it was not unlike that sublime masterpiece which I explored in the dreams on Thursday, February 16, 1989. As one walked down the length of the house, towards the sea, the partition on which I hid was off to the right. Beyond the central living space, the same sculptural wall was repeated far opposite across the house. Too, that wall had groovy openings in its three-foot-thick frame. Here too, as outside, the same colour schemata prevailed. Here in this part of the house, it was dark as there were not many windows in the structure. There were, interestingly enough, no central skylights in this house. This, I thought, was a design flaw. As they went off to get dressed in casual wear, one of the Italian guys had seen me. I must say that they were an über-poilu bunch.

The fact that they had been able to inflict a great deal of damage on their target, they openly celebrated. One of them had gone and gotten the guy, who reminded me of Gustavo, putting him on the gas range. Turning on the gas, they then struck a match on his genitals and arse. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Both his anterior and posterior sexes were on fire. Rushing to his aid, I snapped at them telling them to layoff persecuting him. Grabbing his body, I pulled him off the range and covered his singeing sexes. I then reached over and put out the glowing blue-flamed gas range. The Italian guy, it turned out, drank a lot of whiskey then he violently spat out the liquor at me. With lightning ease, I caught it in my mouth and rapidly spat it back at him. He had followed the liquor with a spurt of flame which, of course, was meant to set me alight. The stunt had failed as intended. I had no intentions of being burned as he had intended.

The way in which I blew the breath out had amazed me. The sound of my breath was a thunderous quake. The process was empowering and felt as though a wind tunnel had opened up. Out of my body, there blew all this warm air. Though I had feared that he would throw a match at me, setting my breath and self on fire, it never did happen. In the same position, as a frog’s limbs, Gustavo was crumpled on the floor. Crouched forwards, I turned him back, attempting to right his body. Gustavo, however, remained on his knees. His spread arse cut quite the impressive inviting image. Finally, on seeing his face, I could see a semblance of Gustavo’s face. More importantly, this reincarnationally was the amalgamated face of his soul over the ages. The nostrils were more flared than Gustavo’s.

Though not dead, he was as if in a deep comatose state. Nonetheless, he was sexually inviting, expansive and to the point of being submissive. Furious, I shrieked at the henchmen and ordered them to instantly get the fuck out of the house. They were very rebellious though. Getting outside, I rushed after them and made sure that they were taking their leave of the property. When the authorities pulled up, tires screeching, they had gone down into their car. Tearing from their cars, they abandoned them fleeing on foot. Before the house, there was a sheer rock cliff which was some eight feet high. Where the millennia of water runoff had created deep cracks in it, there were deep fissures in the rock face.

This is what had caused the earth, in the yard, to become so eroded leaving a bare rocklike surface. Whilst I hid out down in a dugout, I saw the arrival of backups. They arrived in futuristic, EHV(extra-human vehicle)-like machinery. As if made from malleable chrome alloy, they were silver. In that sense, they appeared as if animated machinery effortlessly floating through the air. Removing myself from the chaos, I went off on an exploratory tour inside a large complex that seemed like a museum. There, I saw several strange-looking persons who seemed not wholly human. I couldn’t though quite fathom what it was about them that made them, as it were, not quite homo sapiens. Finally, nothing on display made precious sense to me. With that, I took my leave of the complex.

The persons there were also openly making fun of Blacks though not necessarily me. Since I did not appreciate this, I took off. I was then in this area with a guy whom I initially thought was Black. He energetically seemed Black. I had been too distracted, by the goings-on outside, to have paid him much attention. There was considerable fighting taking place outside the dugout. The Italian henchmen were caught in a stakeout with persons who were obviously extra-human. They seemed more so like sentinels – automatons, if you like, rather than humanoids. With a large pylon slab in it, the dugout was metallic and less than six feet deep. On the other side of the pylon was a doorway. The guy was always on my right as we hid out. Soon it became apparent that the EH sentinels were aware of our being in hiding. What’s more, they were actually protecting us from being overwhelmed by the Italian henchmen.

When they appeared to do battle with the sentinels, the Italian-looking guys had the most incredibly large guns. A woman in army fatigues had jumped back away from a bullet. With ferocious skill she had grabbed a bullet, ripping through space, from the air then violently tossed it down into the dugout where we were. Eventually, she had managed to shoot one of the sentinels. Soon enough, they received backup from the army fatigue-coloured crafts that had appeared as if out of nowhere. At the time, for the first time, the guy that I was with pointed out the sentinels to me. Not until they had come close enough did I realise that they were as different to us, indeed, as were we to them. They had spindly arachnidan legs. Their bodies were round squat and robotic-looking whilst their heads were small as compared to their rotund bodies.

However, these were not mere machinery, they were unmistakably sentient. They could fight and were rather immune to battle fire. Seemingly, in composition, their bodies were made of material that was fairly close to steel. Long-limbed, their legs were frightfully skinny. Terminating in a spear-like or pin-like sharp point, their arms were sticklike and long. A bipedal race they were whose locomotion was rather nimble. Their legs were in three sections with no discernible feet. They moved as if their extended feet were perpetually en pointe. The henchmen were tossing out these round pellets which seemed some new sort of anti-personnel grenade. The sentinel would quickly grab a hold of the grenades and instantaneously diffuse them. They managed to throw one down at us and, at that point, the guy got up and made to leave the dugout.

I was uncertain whether or not he had been shot. When he was crawling from the dugout, I could tell from the shortness of his legs – as compared to the length of his back – that he was White rather than Black. This man was, in fact, Gustavo and I called after him and asked him not to leave the dugout. Reassuringly, he told me that he would be back. Nonetheless, I did not like being left alone without his grounding company. When he started coming back, his face was now different. He wore a green mask which had a large diamond-shaped, quartz crystal in it. Another person also came from the hall that went down into the earth. Whilst he was walking there, he and the others all looked like cartoon or animated figures. What they were, in fact, were astral entities that we were witnessing. This creature then came out to do battle with the sentinels.

The creature wore all-black flowing garments that independently billowed in the non-extant wind. A plaque on the slab read ‘Minerva’ or some such ancient name. This woman represented yet another mythological archetype. I went, beyond the courtyard, to explore the inside of the structure. There, I saw an exhibit of species of sentient beings. They were, some of them, humanoid. Some were Black but these species were, for the most part, not members of our own homo sapiens species. As it was an anthropological exhibition, at the time, there were several other persons there taking in the exhibit. With some of the other humans about marvelling aloud at the vast array of sentient life forms, it was all very revelatory. They were all alien to anything that one could fathom evolving here on Gaia.

I had not stayed very long in ‘the hall of species’ which is what it was called. In a soothing blue-walled salon, one hall was adorned with beautiful tapestries. The designs here were most unusual. They sprung from vastly different aesthetic sensibilities than those to which the human experience has given expression. One guy who was there, an older man, was talking aloud of the exhibit. He was White and from time to time kept on looking back at me whilst throwing shade. Here was this asinine human, identifying with EHs, when he hadn’t even been able to accomplish the same with his own kind. He was also Gay and, for greater impact, doing an affected lisp.

He was a tour guide. He was speciously trying to show how these alien cultures also had connections to ancient Greece. This monologue of his was so much bullshit and, yet again, another example of racist absurdities. Dismissing him and his ilk, I moved on picking up the pace of my walk. The entire place was a series of stairs that went up, and then down, sometimes even winding but along them the exhibits were visible.

*The sense of the winding stair-interiored museum was not unlike the layout of the Guggenheim Museum on New York City’s Fifth Avenue. END.

As in the waking state, this undoubtedly was not the conventional approach to museum exhibits. The beautiful courtyard was littered with chairs that were of a pinkish-red-toned iron. They faced up towards the courtyard’s piece de resistance which was a lovely stand of the most unusual-looking trees. The sunlight here could best be described as starlight because its intensity suggested that this was not being illumined by Sol. After having seen it earlier, now I was seeing it in greater detail. They were preparing to serve a meal there. At that point, I did not get too involved. The mythic woman/creature Minerva was also there in the museum of alien anthropology. The other species aesthetically were simply fantastical. The chromium stick-limbed sentinels were also represented in the exhibit. I had taken cover in the museum, which was completely underground, to escape becoming caught up in the fighting aboveground.

Under no circumstances did I want to have to get involved in warfare. The man had been spirited away during battle, by one of the hovering vehicles, by the whitish-silver, sentient chrome beings. The craft had circled the property, before touching down in the sea, away from being overrun by the Italian-looking guys on land. The henchmen had no way of making it out to sea to overwhelm the sentinels’ crafts. There were lots of especially tall coconut trees that ringed the estate of the marvellous split-level dwelling. The craft had made it ashore, at which point, then morphed into looking like an abandoned car. In that way, its transformed shell served as clever camouflage. There were several antennae on it as did all the others have antennae. When they had been in the house, they were in constant communication with their crafts.

This was the point at which I made the realisation that the Italian-looking men, in bathing suits, were extra-human got up in human disguise. This is why it had made it so confusing to fully discern what was afoot. As they were way bigger and more space-aged, than anything native to Earth, the guns that the Italian-looking extra-humans used were a dead giveaway. Though they were young-looking, there was something about them that suggested that they did not fit into the ageing process governed by Sol’s unique vibration. Warrior-spirited, they were an adversarial people. Clearly, they were there to capture humans for their own purposes whether for research or something else.

That something else, whilst I was in the museum of EH anthropology, I thought meant capturing human specimens for sale to museums like the one that I toured. Either way, they were sadistic, extremely unpleasant sentient extra-humans to be around. Theirs was a young-souled focus that was not unlike the rapacious exploitations that began 500 years ago on this planet – which prevail to this today.

These dreams occurred on Sunday, April 25, 1993 whilst the Moon transited both Gemini and my first house. Unlike dreams from this date previously shared herein, on February 16, 2013, these dreams, however, were had during the ‘B’ or second sleep cycle that day. They were, to say the least, rather transformative dreams. As per the Minerva mythological woman in this dream, I am beginning to think that she may have been connected to the same mythological female in that dream set on the Moon. Indeed, this dream may also have been set here on Earth’s Moon. I will also go one further and presume that the dream of the inverted Machu Pichuesque, canyonned civilisation may well have been set on Earth’s Moon. Who are we to say that this is not the case? We are a planetary civilisation where ignorance and superstition are the order of the land.

I think that it makes perfect sense for there to be a museum of anthropology on the Moon. Said museum would, of course, bear examples of all the species which from time to time frequent or have frequented the planet. I am sure with each species on display that there would be a history as to its connection to Earth. Were they engaged in deep sea marine studies or mining – aquatic or land-based? Were they engaged in trade, research, exchanges with some levels of Earthly governments? Again, as with the canyonned Machu Pichuesque civilisation, December 29, 1990. There was the sense of the dugout and that dream of October 6, 1997 wherein the 500-plus-storeyed skyscrapers sat inside portal-like canyons. I do believe that all three of these dreams are connected and were centred on the Moon.

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Past-Life Dream Set In Intrigue-Filled Dynastic Egypt.

26.04.2026 Arvin da BrghaLeave a comment

This dream, set in dynastic Egypt, deftly betrays what a powerfully focussed and strong woman Harella was. The dream was first that day.

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**Iman still from Michael Jackson video Remember the Time.**

I was sat on a wonderful divan in a beautifully opulent place. Instinctively, I knew that this was in Egypt. It was during the height of pharaonic Egypt. There were two stout women here with me who were light-skinned. Hard to tell whether they were Mitanni or light-skinned Blacks. They were cooks and were fussing over me asking me to eat up.I ate from a plate which had these different shoots on it. One of them was papyrus shoots, some bamboo shoots and a wild Nile delta mushroom. It was strictly vegetarian fare.As well, there was a purplish tuber like baby eggplants. I ate with a fork which was very heavy-looking. Clearly, I did possess some rank at birth. I would point out the items I wanted to eat next and would then have it fed to me by either woman.

At one point, I was told by one of the women, “Yes, you even remember what your favourites were last time.”

**Catch of the Day. Drawing. 2008 Arnaqu Ashevak**

At this point, into the room walked a tall Black woman of Ethiopian features and complexion but who was not too dark. Definitely, she was from the Upper Nile region. I can’t quite do justice here as to how supremely regal this woman was. She was quite simply the most regal and powerful creature imaginable. The two eyes that this woman wore were large, brown and soulful. You felt her soul itself looking out and into you. I did not think of her as having been Merlin in a past life. However, it is quite possible that this woman’s soul I knew quite recently as Merlin during its last incarnation. When she entered the room, the women looked at each other and one of them said in a sotto voce, “Ah yes, she’s brought him with her.”

There was a Black man, who was a little darker-complected, there with her. Seemingly a relation or priest, perhaps, he might even have been a eunuch. He remained in an outer room. She was quite simply the Queen, the Pharaoh’s wife. On entering, she began walking around us and speaking. She was very stylised in her movements. She wore a tunic of gold thread and strips of gold filigree. In places, her dress looked metallic. In its sparse, linear, understated opulence, it seemed not unlike something that Cynthia McFadden would design. The dress throughout was festooned with the designs, all in gold, of open papyrus leaves. They were very tiny and sat inside of little squares. In one square there would be a papyrus applied, such that it would be very iridescent, whilst on the next square it was very dull with a matte finish look to it. The resulting effect was one of row after row, square after square, of papyruses. Each square was exactly half an inch square. The detail on this dress was absolutely golden. It was supported by half-inch-wide straps which, of course, had the same square papyrus design.

**Blue Bird, Drawing 2009 Kenojuak Ashevak**

Next to her flawless complexion, she was simply statuesque. Her neck was easily six to ten inches longer than the infamously long neck of Ann Cokossi, Princess of Togo – the regal lady’s neck was longer than Iman’s. Iman was clearly descended from the same stock. It was not Iman. She did have long hair that was finely braided in the fashion of a Maasai male’s. The hair was swept up off her face and into a very intricate arrangement. There were several beads throughout her stylised hair and some of them were cowrie beads. There were other shells and some precious stones as well. Her makeup was exquisitely applied and clearly was a several-hour affair. The eyes, of course, were the most detailed. I really did not get a sense of it being the famous Nefertiti Akhenaten. However, the man that she was with was undesirable and totally untrustworthy. I got the sense that it was someone related to me, as in myself, in a past life. Her companion male never did enter the room. Whilst speaking with the woman who sat there on the chair feeding me, the queen kept on slowly gliding about the room. This woman was like the Queen Mother or, perhaps, the dowager.

**Four Eyes and Groovy, Drawing 2025 Michael Massie**

Whilst she spoke, I was beginning to become refamiliarised with the palace intrigue. Throughout the salon, where we sat, there were a whole series of spies. Soon enough, I could discern the holes throughout the walls so that the spies could get a good command of what was going down. There was a great deal of subterfuge here. There was a whole caste of spies. There were spies who were in the service of the priesthood. Spies of the Queen’s and still there were spies of the Pharaoh’s. Still there were spies of the harem among which were a subclass and more powerful caste of spies for the eunuchs. In addition, all the different levels of the royals had their own battery of spies. All about the room, every one of those holes had a designated spy who reported back to his dynastic figurehead in the hierarchy. This was a very brief dream, I must add here. However, it was very lucid, real and totally lived-in a dream. I had a sense of being there in time. It was not just an observer dream. I was really in the body of that royal child who could have been no more than six years old.

**Arctic Assembly, Lithograph 1996 Kenojuak Ashevak**

This occurred at nighttime and it was somewhat damp in the room though simultaneously briny from the arid desert air. The whole language was about intonation and innuendo. As a matter of fact, the whole language was so ritualised and stylised that it was more slow and subtle than is movement in the Noh theatre of Japan. This was all about gestures and the myriad gestures that could be implied from the relations of one gesture juxtapose to another. It took me awhile to get the knack of it. However, I became totally lucid as to what was going down. It all came back to me. Indeed, even at the age of six, I was already quite proficient in the nuances of this very complex court language. As she spoke, the Queen’s arms and other parts of her body would be perpetually in motion. It was danced – this language. The whole language was codified and layered beyond anything wildly imaginable in this day and age of superficiality. This was deception on the order of high art. What was spoken was mere camouflage. The spoken word was not even an nth of the layered language. Along with it, what her body was doing and the subtlety of movements indicated what was really implied by what was said. More to the point, it was what was not implied by what was not said.

**Birds and Foliage, Stonecut 1970 Kenojuak Ashevak**

By comparison, the most sophisticated Parisienne would be considered a primitive communicator. This was all very complex court politics, indeed. Then, at one point, the Queen went and stood thereby freezing her movement and this is what one had to try and discern. This was because the every placement of every limb and muscle, on her body, carried great impact by way of what was being communicated. This was very much so an African tongue being spoken here. At times, it was slow whilst at other times dizzyingly sped up and rapid fire.

*It seemed more closely to resemble Jazz vocalesing à la Betty Carter sophistication though, truth be told, even Betty Carter’s skills were primitive by comparison. I can’t impress enough how truly complex was this language and mode of communicating. END.

Yet I got the complete picture of what she was communicating. The Queen was speaking of the child – my six-year-old former self. I feigned ignorance at the time though it was obvious that I was the subject of discussion. This had to do with the care of the child. “How was the child coming along?” she had inquired. I could very well have been her child. It was obviously the custom for royal children to be separated, from their mothers at birth, the higher placed they were at birth. I was here in this dream, of a past life experience, in the care of two women who were as if wet-nurses/governesses to me.

**Flower Bird, Stonecut 1970 Kenojuak Ashevak**

At another point, the Queen had produced this papyrus fan from beneath the delicate folds of the heavy-looking dress. It was a plain fan made of papyrus. However, it was covered in hieroglyphs. This was also a very ancient fan which she had inherited. The fan was being strategically used, as part of the deceptive code, to foil the spies all about the room. When coming closer to us, the Queen had smiled a very bland smile in my direction. This was, of course, so that nothing whatsoever could be read into it by any of the spying factions. The Queen slowly leaned in to look at the food that I ate. Inspecting it, she offered the gesture of showing her trust in the cooks by taking a piece of shoot from the plate to eat. This was all theatre for as she had slipped the food to her mouth she waved the fan over her mouth whilst saying, in rapid-fire sotto voce, a couple of very strategic sentences. It was absolutely sublime. It was directed at the dowager Queen Mother who, for being more practised in the art, feigned utter ignorance of anything so paranoid as subterfuge. It was priceless! This was clearly the height of late young soul to early mature soul intrigue. Though she could never have been overheard in saying what she had, the fan was placed to prevent the visiting Queen being lip-read. These spies, after all, were very expert. I do recall one man having been seated across from me earlier. He was a spy and basically he was visiting to learn the every minutia of my mouth mechanics during speech. It was all very subtle, though very archly shrewd and deadly, the way in which he came to do his job and record my mouth’s every idiosyncrasy during speech. The queen had performed, in that one gesture, such a winning sleight of hand. She was letting the Queen Mother know that she trusted her by actually tasting the food that she was feeding the child – me, in that past life. It seemed, after all, to be an impromptu visit which means that the food could well have been laced with poison for unsuspecting me. I suppose that if it were necessary, I could have been eliminated by the dowager Queen Mother or the Queen herself.

**A Birthday Bull for John from Bill, 1990 Drawing Bill Reid**

When she had directly stood in the centre of the room, earlier, the Queen had picked up her right foot off the floor. She had very subtly managed not to have shifted her weight or allowed for any movement whatsoever in her upper body. The Queen then began doing what seemed a predecessor of the frappé and began horizontally waving her foot from the ankle. The movement betrayed a gesture akin to ‘no’. This, of course, did not in the least betray everything that was going on elsewhere in her body. As there were so many items of furniture about the room, it was obvious that from where the holes were placed in the walls that one could not make out the codified foot movements. This was so mind-bogglingly delicious. The foot being incorporated, in the language, was a most clever invention. The moment at which she picked up her foot, it was as though I had sat up awake in bed. It was that vividly recalled from past life experience. ‘Yes!’ I thought to myself and laughed a small breath which the dowager Queen Mother, to my side, immediately stifled with a sharp intake of breath. One clearly did not laugh in the Queen’s presence. The subtleties of the language here, in this point in dynastic Egypt, were phenomenally stratospheric. This was communication taken to heights unheard of since, in any court life, on this planet. There were times as she slowly moved about the room that the Queen had ritually placed the fan to her beguiling face, to fan herself, whilst letting out little phrases for us to hear.

**Electric Raven, Stonecut 2019 Quvianaqtuk Pudlat**

On one occasion, her back was to us and her arm in back made a series of quick gestures that were not unlike sign language. Meanwhile, the fan was to her face giving us a double stream of code to simultaneously decipher. To the point of being frightening, the Queen was very deceptive. It was hard to ever see her eyes. The Queen used language such that the eyes could never have been seen. More could be read from her eyes adding to what she was saying. For this reason, she almost exclusively kept her lids such that it kept her gaze cast out and down to the floor. Her head, of course, was never lowered and the rapid eye movements which she employed were also very strategic. When she spoke, one was never to make eye contact with her. It would imply too much simply because we were being spied on. This was indeed a very restrictive existence. There we were, in a fish bowl of sorts, being spied on by sharks who completely surrounded us waiting their turn to hungrily make prey of us. Since she was the Queen, one could never look at her eyes. However, I was possessed of more than my six-year-old self making me a very probing and curious soul. The Queen picked up on this and was acutely made uncomfortable by it. It was as though there was now some new development in my maturation which spelt trouble. Naturally, you just knew that there was any number of long discussions to come as to what to do with this ‘one’ meaning my poor, possessed self. It was as though, for having stepped into my former self’s six-year-old body, I could have spelt his very untimely and not accidental death. Regardless, this woman and I were deeply connected.

**Mother and Cubs, Lithograph 1977 Kananginak Pootoogook**

I could sense from her a real familial, maternal even, bond. The Queen was very much so in tune with me. There was an element of this communication which was low-level telepathic. Indeed, there were times when she had thusly engaged me. It was chiefly done for putting me at ease. It was also how she had to stay bonded to me for having had me taken from her, of custom, at birth. What was really interesting here was that the concept of reincarnation was definitely fully accepted and religiously incorporated in the schemata of dynastic life. The dowager Queen Mother and governess, too, were both convinced that I was someone in the royal family who had reincarnated. My choice of food favourites were validation enough for them. I was very much so favoured by the Queen. She was warm towards me. However, she never physically expressed this. There was always, however, a very strong psychic fusion between us with most of the energies coming from her to me. She was connected to me – this much was unmistakable. I never did see the eunuch who had accompanied her, however, he was very powerful an influence in their lives. For this reason, more so than the placement of the spies, the Queen never once was demonstrative of her feelings towards me. She did let up on reaching towards the plate of food. One had the sense, of the eunuch who had accompanied her, that he was the one person who had connections to all the spying factions within the inner royal circle. He waited outside in the antechamber and his presence was more closely being paid attention to, than even the Queen’s, at times. There had also been musicians about the room playing music. This was simply to drown out the conversation being heard by the battery of spies. The musicians were placed along all four walls to really drown out the conversation. This then precluded conversation from making it to the periphery of the room and the spies just beyond its walls. This was a very palatial suite. It was dimly lit and sparsely decorated yet in the finest style. A very comfortable and socially elevated milieu it was. A most elevated dream experience.

**Miriam Gone Home, Oil on Canvas 2002 Dorette Pollard**

*As it is the forty-fifth anniversary of Merlin’s birth, I had asked prior to sleep in a lengthy meditation, to become opened up to experiencing aspects of a past life experience between Merlin and me. I asked only that it be of a positive nature and that it be in no way an unpleasant experience. The last thing that I wanted was to have some dream which mirrored the less pleasant aspects of Merlin’s end-of-life experience. Voilà, there it was – a most vivid, awakened dream experience. I have no idea which person here could have been Merlin. I fully identified with the six-year-old and, indeed, I was experiencing the dream inside his body and, at times, from a detached perspective. Then, too, I did identify with the much-feared eunuch outside the door. So I don’t know if he was me or, perhaps, even Merlin. The very loving energies of the Queen Mother could more easily have been Merlin, in a past life, than the Queen herself.

**The musicians about the room, against the far walls, were all distinctly Nubian. They were exquisitely beautiful and the quirk that they each had was that they were, for obvious reasons, each of them both blind and deaf. This, of course, did not detract from their stellar musicianship; at times they did sing. However, for being both blind and deaf they could not be expected to be picking up on any of the codified language and body signals that formed this most layered of spied-on, palace intrigues in dynastic Egypt. I should think, too, that this was at the heights of the Middle Kingdom before the advent of Akhenaten’s ascension. This sort of intrigue, and frankly rut, is precisely what he was likely sick of and seeking to escape when initiating his monotheistic religion. Of course, with so much centuries-old intrigue, clearly he would have been seen as the ultimate obstruction – a heretic who had to be annihilated at all costs and things righted in his demise. This, of course, is precisely what did take place. Again, despite the vogue since the nineteenth century to make a truly African civilisation anything but, everyone one and everything here was distinctly African: the music, the looks, the sense of fashion, styles and hair styles. The Queen’s eyes were not only phenomenally powerful but her head had that distinctly African/Black high-foreheaded look. The Queen’s neck was almost giraffe-like.

She made Iman look no-necked by comparison. END.

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Jacob Lusk singing Bennie and the Jets.

PBS broadcast of The Gershwin Prize for Popular Song to Sir Elton John and Bernie Taupin. I will pay any money to drink the elixir from this glorious human’s chalice in concert. Fly! This man’s interpretation of this song has trigger more than a few flying dreams. Sang!

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Cicada Principle

25.11.202528.12.2025 Arvin da BrghaLeave a comment

So much of what happens in the waking state is smothered by fear-based strictures like tribalism, classism, sexism, racism et al which results in one being preyed on – one’s very life threatened. Sadly too many proceed through their lives impervious of the Maya that effectively leaves them blind to the ties that bind us all together as souls incarnate in the human experience.

Being as awakened when awake as when asleep and dreaming, gives one a greater appreciation of the beauty of life and the beauty of all humanity. This awareness also allows one to see across the illusion of time. This sensitivity and awareness affords one the ability to perceive and appreciate the gift of persons known and loved along the way – from lifetime to lifetime.

This visionary dream not only spans the rifts of time but it also gets to the heart of the love that binds all souls together. That love that endures regardless the strictures of the waking state and the perceptions of those involved. The dream was rather magically and lucidly experienced, on Tuesday, January 9, 1996, whilst the Moon transited both Leo and near-conjunct the cusp of my fourth house.

*Prior to sleep, I meditated with crystals in the pyramid. I then focussed on being able to astral project, during sleep, to specific points on the astral plane where desired experiences could be had. I opened myself up to, requested of my soul itself, pleasurable experiences with persons whom I have shared multiple past life experiences. Most of all, I was clear that the bonds had to have been predominantly of a positive nature.

Thus, I fell into sleep open to whatever laid ahead.

In the first dream, I was having a phone conversation with both Isis and Isabella. In some way, this involved much discussion about Pandora. I had been concerned afterwards that I had not upset Pandora for having overly spoken of her. This is an area, her private affairs, which Pandora never treads into with anyone. There was real pressure here, on both her siblings’ part, to see to it that Pandora went out and got herself a job. Both were furious with Pandora and claimed that she was not putting any effort into finding a job.

Concerned for Pandora, naturally, I thought of how possibly I could help her get grounded. I thought perhaps to phone Maddox Pool and see if he could not get her work in I.A.T.S.E. However, I really did not think that Pandora would be able to adapt to such a work environment. Besides which, realistically, my connections to the place precluded her being able to get her foot through the door. Since Owen Hawksmoor knew Pandora and her connection to me, I knew that Vikram Srinivasan would definitely not approve of her getting work there.

**Officine Renault Oil on Linen 2007 Alessandro Papetti**

The next dream then found me in an incredibly far-off land. This is the only way that one can best describe this place. Here, it was nighttime out. A black capsule, in which one was able to sit, was being prepared. An additional person could sit on one’s lap though it was basically a single-occupant capsule. It was shaped not unlike the lunar modules, which returned to Earth and landed in the ocean, during the Apollo missions to the Moon at NASA’s heyday in the late 1960s to early 1970s. However, this capsule was conical. There were exceptionally tall men who wore black clothing that covered them from head to toe. Their faces were kept hidden by black visors. The capsule door was opened and closed by these same men who seemed like sentries.

At this point, when sitting in the closed capsule one would seemingly travel to distant places without moving. Of course, this was the astral projection that I had coveted during pre-sleep meditation whilst in the pyramid. Nonetheless, I became highly suspect of this capsule’s true purpose. A couple was there with a young child. They wanted the child to sit in the mother’s open legs whilst she was already seated in the male parent’s opened legs. The three members of the family wore thick saffron robes. For whatever reasons, the little girl tugged free of her mother’s embrace and began running away. Immediately, the sentries were hot on the heels of the child in a bid to apprehend her.

Of course, as it only validated my reservations about the true nature of this machine, this I did not find very reassuring. Opting out of taking a flight aboard the capsule, I shoved off instead and began flying. I left the large hangar-like structure behind me and flew out into the outdoors. Next, I was beneath the awning of the building; the awning extended from the building for about fifty yards. It was a most massive structure! The architectural proportions here were inordinately massive. The scale here was on the order that things appeared in that dream of Merlin, on July 9, 1993, which was truly astral… truly colossal.

I thought that I shouldn’t stay too close to the building – any of the sentries could come around the corner and apprehend me for having left the queue to the capsule. I then held on to the awning’s beams whilst inverted much as though I were a fly on the awning’s underside. I then went to the right, of the far left corner, where persons were way below me who busily walked about on the sidewalk and in the infrequently trafficked street. No one had noticed me. I did grow concerned, nonetheless, at being spotted from below thereby drawing unwelcome attention to myself. As I crawled along the awning, it gave way inside to the ceiling of a very noisy watering hole.

This bar was jam-packed with high-spirited persons. Not liking the energies here I crawled, still inverted, back into the large complex from which I had fled. From inside I peered outside, beyond the awning, where I saw a large craft. White and massive, it made the Boeing 747-400 series look like a compact glider. The craft’s nose, however, more resembled that of the Concorde aircraft. Thinking that the sentries were perhaps on the inside of the craft, I let go of the awning beams. Of course, these beams were the typical dark woods of the astral plane.

With that, I had resumed flying. Whilst still inverted, I flew from just inches below the beams. From time to time, I held on to a beam to get my bearings. At such times, I looked over my shoulder below and behind me. I then went in through a proper entrance to the building which I used for crossing over to another section of the noisy bar. With that I then did a half-tumble, rolling over, to now face down to the patrons in the bar below. Slowly and effortlessly, I floated down and alighted. I had not made too much of a spectacle of myself as there was a major disturbance happening in the bar to which everyone was noisily focussed.

A Hispanic man and another, who much reminded me of Diego Lunamas, were being especially rowdy. The bartender decided to maintain order and left his post to show them to the door. He was a large burly man. The door, through which they had been ushered outside, had a view to the outdoors. The natural pathway from the bar led to a large tropical-looking growth beyond the complex. Soon after they went outdoors, there was a sudden outbreak of light flashes. Basically, they had had a run-in of sorts or had been apprehended by the sentries who were clearly extra-humans. Soon after they had left the bar, I also headed outside. In search of the Hispanic with the uncanny resemblance to Diego Lunamas, I had gone flying through the air. I had remained, when airborne, between ten and fifteen feet off the ground. My flight was slow; my flight was languorous. This was clearly astral projection.

The growth here was very thick. Enjoying the purity of their energetic signature, I flew through the trees whilst simultaneously revitalising myself in the process. This soon gave way to an opening, in the thick growth, beyond which was the most breathtaking vista. These were by far the most beautiful trees imaginable. They were simply colossal. Each arboreal’s trunk was about fifty feet across whilst they towered up at least a mile. I momentarily hovered whilst my entire body quivered throughout at the powerful vibration that they exuded. This was a truly humbling experience for me. Right away, I was reminded of the ecstatic epiphany that I experienced on Boxing Day, 1972.

One tree snaked from the ground and rose up into the air. It leaned against the right side of a tree that was incredibly immense. It seemed a mile-high astral plane baobab. Flying over, I landed on the trunk of one tree. This tree had two leaves that were frond-like but incredibly oversized. Whilst I stood on the trunk, a slight man – he looked Amerindian though likely Balinese or even Fijian – approached me.

*He seemed from an earlier age in human history. Of course, this was likely owing to the fact that he was yet another humanoid, extra-human species. END.

He suggested that I look at where the growth began. The vine-like trunk was some fifty to seventy-five feet in the air; it extended at an incline to a great distance far away. It was a truly fantastical tree. There were the beginnings of the two frond-like leaves close-by. He told me that he used them to get milk. He said that the milk derived from this rare arboreal genus was used in all manner of applications.

He was a shaman. He was a true, innate dream magus.

I then noticed an indigenous ladder that they used to climb up the tree. Here it was nighttime. The frond-like leaves grew side-by-side and curled over. The leaves looked, as a matter of fact, not unlike umbrellas. It was these trees to which the locals came to harvest the vine-like tree’s milk. I then began moving down the tree trunk growing concerned as the much-feared extra-humans were expected to return soon. They seemingly appeared at set intervals and their intentions were generally adversarial.

With that, I flew away and returned into the clearing. As I flew back, where there was now a large open area below, I saw a Black man who was an agricultural engineer. He carried a wheelbarrow of earth. He had placed the earth over a trap of some sort which employed a cord system. They apparently also captured cicadas. When I came off the inclined vine-like tree, I had briefly landed on the ground before taking flight again. To my amazement, I had landed in a patch of a few hundred cicadas. They were exclusively on a tree which seemed the very centre of the growth. This central tree gave off a definite hum. All the cicadas were on the trunk of the same unique tree that seemed, by its vibrational signature, to be a life-sustaining energetic magnet. This tree was not a member of the pine family. Rather, it was a tropical tree which made the Sitkas in Vancouver’s Stanley Park or the redwoods in northern California look like seedlings.

I remained motionless for the longest while. I was magnetised by the tree’s vibrational hum. It was hypnotic. There was nothing but love radiating from this tree. It was a truly humbling encounter. The cicadas had swarmed onto its trunk to become harmonised with its vibration. As I flew off and looked back, I realised that the cicadas were being caught by the locals as they had proven themselves a nuisance. The cicadas were not in the habit of eating the crops but there were so many of them that their noisy song made the locals devise a plan. The locals simply captured and relocated as many of the cicadas as they could. I realised that this bit of drama, being acted out in the clearing, was also a metaphor for the larger drama back at the cosmopolitan complex.

There the extra-humans were laying traps, by way of the oval-shaped black capsule, for capturing unsuspecting humans. However, there was also another aspect to all this symbology that was not lost on me. I knew, though many of the cicadas were still alive, that the ones who had left their empty shells behind represented two things. The symbol of the empty cicada shell was that of being astral-projected out of the shell of the sleeping body. Secondly, the other symbolic reference was that, each discarded cicada shell represented a lifetime already concluded. They were as if totems of past lives. This was validated by the fact that here was I visiting, as it were, a remnant of a former life. It was a life that was lived in Southeast Asia. A life it was in which my spirituality was closely connected to the strong bondedness that I achieved with the all-encompassing beauty of nature.

This was validated by the ectomorphic loin-clothed Balinese – Southeast Asian – who had come from his little thatched hut to greet me and serve as a guide to me. He was, if not me, then definitely someone whom I have known in this lifetime but with whom I have shared multiple past lives. I can’t say, however, that this was Merlin in a past life. He was quite familiar and was more than likely an entity mate of mine. I was similarly reminded of Diego Lunamas in his fey sweet-eyed beauteousness.

I then flew back through the growth where I saw the Hispanic man who had been kicked out of the bar. He was standing outside a thatched hut. This man was so exceptionally good-looking. He no longer looked like his Hispanic self when at the bar. Then he had had a striking resemblance to Diego Lunamas. Here he seemed now Balinese, possibly Sumatran, though on the outside chance he could have been Filipino. He held something in his hand that looked like a knife. However, it was not a weapon as such. As he stood there, his back to the hut, he was unaware of the intense light flashes taking place inside his hut.

This to me suggested that the extra-humans were inside the hut. It was possible that this man had alternately just died and had emerged from the hut, his final astral projection, though not yet aware that he had died. I then moved inside the hut where I was able to get a handle on what was taking place. The door to the hut was a drape of green banana leaves that were regularly replaced. Lots of bamboo shoots were used to anchor and set the frame of the hut. The slight man had been desperately trying to cut through the door of leaves in a bid to get outside.

Each time that he would cut his way through one drape of leaves, to get through the door, another would manifest beyond the other that already existed there. He could never seem to cut his way free fast enough. It proved a futile attempt to get out. Each door was made of a different type of leaf and reed but all of them were green. The hut was eight feet square with a conical roof. As a matter of fact, it was more so pyramidal. I floated close to the ceiling of the hut as he desperately tried to break out. I am not at all sure that most people were able to observe me in any of these giddy dream experiences.

The loin-clothed local did not quite comprehend the nature of the shiny object that he used to try and cut his way free. Soon enough, the hut was burnt-out with a few burnt-out frame beams standing. The remaining beams were charred with black ashes everywhere. It was obvious that in his bid to escape he had not made it out. Here, it seemed as though I was experiencing a series of vignettes – vignettes into past lives – all of which were interconnected. A very intense experience of soul journeying these dreams would prove.

Again, I saw the man who much reminded me of Diego Lunamas. I flew out to the tree, with the two frond-like leaves, on which I had been earlier. I, soon enough, came down off the tree on seeing these green gourds that were cut open down on the ground. From the inside, a thicker version of what looked like coconut milk spilt out. The milk was being bled into appropriately placed containers. On closer inspection, I realised that the gourds were grown below the surface of the ground. The liquid looked much like cassava root milk.

From there, I flew ahead to another section of the great arboreal growth. Now I came to a clearing which was set in Japan. I intuitively knew that this dream occurred in Japan. For me, this was readily discernible owing to the strong past-life resonance that I experienced for being in this locale. There I saw a series of cultured rivulets that were part of a water fountain. The fountain was part of an extensive irrigation system. The cultured rivulets were stone affairs in which flowed green fluid rather than the clear transparency of water. As I had flown over this site, I saw from on high that everything was completely white.

The trees and every aspect of the landscape were completely white. I knew that it was not a snow-covered landscape. Rather, this was the result of some sort of attack from the black-clad and visored extra-humans with the conical, black space capsules. This I knew meant that they would soon be returning to the area where I was. Closer to hand, I hovered above the Japanese village.

I saw here lots of Japanese women who were performing a ritualised dance. They ritually sang and danced using fans. As they danced, they were a study in grace and reserve. From there, I decided to fly on in search of the source of the oddly green river. I rose in the air as I flew by following the incline to where the fountain began. This led me in flight into a hilltop complex where the fountain began. It was a large compound which included a temple, shrine and living quarters. Here there were more women who, though not ritually dancing, carried fans and were just as reserved.

At once, I alighted hurriedly moving through the compound. I was as if possessed. I knew at every turn which corridor to follow. On my arrival, I let out a cry upset at what I had found. I couldn’t believe what these people had done. They had desecrated this important bit of their culture and heritage. Of course, this was an astral projection to a past life milieu. Everything was at once familiar. My sense of smell was acute. All the writings I fully understood though they were in Kanji and Sanskrit. In that past life, my former self had had a hand in establishing the temple and its shrine. Now some time later, however, they were performing these rituals in appeasement of the new overlords.

Of course, the new overlords would have been the extra-humans. I was really upset… I was really hurt. They shook the fans as they danced and this was supposed to have mimicked something about the extra-humans’ culture with which I was not familiar. To atone, the Japanese humans had set up several altars to the extra-humans. Truth be told, they worshipped the extra-humans as their deities. The reserved women had the same milk-like substance which I had earlier seen being harvested. Said harvesting area looked to be in Bali more than anywhere else. The harvested milk-like drink was stored in very ornate vessels that were decidedly Japanese and examples of ancient Japanese pottery.

In particular, there was a large dark-wood altar – Butsudan – that captivated me. Inside the Butsudan were several wooden carvings which were in the likeness of the visored extra-humans. I grabbed one of the carvings, enraged, and began banging it against the other carvings. In short order, I had desecrated the imposition that the extra-humans’ presence represented. I began furiously yelling at the Japanese locals for having sold out. What really surprised me was just how enraged and powerful a persona I possessed. I was intensely warrior-spirited. I seemingly was a member of a Samurai sect which meant that there was fierce pride and honour at stake here. This was such a gross betrayal.

“Where was their loyalty to traditions and history?” I rhetorically asked. As I bashed away at the carvings, I heavily panted. I felt rather passionate, on my return, about the fruits of my past-life labour having been defiled once left behind on my passing in that former lifetime. I addressed them in Japanese, no less. It was quite something.

*It much reminded me of that dream encounter with ‘Francesca,’ on January 1, 1989. I had then encountered the fiery redheaded Briton who had been a former life of mine. I was quite the strong-personalitied dramatic woman who was quite sparkling-personalitied and with great presence. END.

In that former Japanese life my body of work was clearly dear to me. I couldn’t conceive of how these people would turn their backs on the efforts made on their behalf. With that I took leave of them and went rushing into the shrine’s private apartments. I ran up the stairs then stopped and walked along the unusually narrow hallways. The proportions here were decidedly Japanese. On the walls were engravings that bore inspiring words and poems. All of the art was spiritually focussed. Too, there were lots of long narrow rugs on the wooden floor of the hallways.

An extremely ancient Butsudan sat in the private apartments where once I had lived in that former life. The Butsudan’s two silver latches were complicated to open. In fact, they were not readily opened based on the way that they appeared. Nonetheless, from memory, I effortlessly opened them on the first try. The shrine was so immediately familiar. I couldn’t believe that it still stood there. My fingers actually trembled as I made to open the latches. The Butsudan was also covered in wooden engravings. One set of the latches ran across the midsection of the Butsudan. Still, the other latch system came down vertically at the bottom. So excited was I that I began levitating whilst opening the Butsudan.

I first opened the one at the midsection, then the other, after which I flung open the door excited to once more see the Butsudan’s coveted scroll. Just inside the door, there was a dark-brown leather flap with engravings on it. Raising the flap finally led the light to be cast in on the most time-yellowed Gohonzon imaginable. It was truly antique and I couldn’t quite believe what I was seeing. The structure was so very powerful. On realising what it was, I shuddered and began quivering throughout. Immediately, my connection to Buddhism in this lifetime was being validated. Of course, having seen Diego Lunamas in the environs of prior dreams made perfect sense.

He had also been on the palatial grounds of the temple as I had hovered in the air. On opening the shrine, I alighted and collapsed on the floor in lotus position before the Gohonzon. I keenly focussed on the Gohonzon though mindful of the fact that the black-clad and visored extra-humans would be returning soon. Here in this most awakened of dreams, I began chanting Daimoku. I cannot stress enough how intensely lucid a dream experience this was. As I chanted, I became aware of my vibration rapidly intensifying. I remained reverential before the ancient Gohonzon, with hands clasped, yet I found it hard to believe that I was having the experience. More than that, the flow of energies from the time-yellowed Gohonzon to me was as real and intense as the intense light flooding the tiny private apartments – an apartment where once I had lived in a former life when Japanese.

There was the sillage of sweet sandalwood incense ghosting the air. For some time, I chanted aloud then concluded with a long, slow, piercing utterance of Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo. With that, I shot to my feet and fled from the room going down the hallway and turned to the left. In my haste, I had left the Butsudan opened with the Gohonzon exposed. However, there was a strong sense that it was to have been left opened. The light and energies from the Gohonzon needed to be obstructed no more. I then arrived into the large palatial living quarters that were quite open. There was a low mat, a futon actually, to the left of the door on entering the room.

To the right of the door, half of the wall area opened up to a view of the beautifully terraced gardens outdoors. I knew that whoever presently lived there was coming. I could sense the person’s approach down on the grounds to the right. With that, I floated down to the ground level and effortlessly moved through the pane of glass. I simply upped my frequency and willed myself to become light-bodied. Thus, I was able to effortlessly move through the thick floor-to-ceiling pane of glass. I went to the left of the building, slowly moving through the night air, on the terraced grounds of the temple compound. At that point, I noticed that there was a man approaching.

About my neck, I still wore a brown scarf that had covered the Gohonzon. On opening up the large Butsudan, I had removed and placed the scarf about my shoulders. As I flew with the scarf, I realised that I could be apprehended once spotted with the unique telltale scarf. The man waited for me around some large wooden pylons that served as the opening in the fence. It was, in fact, a gate system. It led from the private inner courtyard to the outer courtyard where others could gather. There were several wooden stools on which one could sit and reflect on the beautiful gardens. Architecturally, this place was simply inspiring. It was truly Zen here and was both uplifting and conducive to serenity.

On coming around the pylons, the man turned out to be none other than Kaarlsohn Frieden. From above in the air, I was stunned to have both seen and found him here and excitedly beamed down at him. He wore only a large top that fell to just below his arse. Floating down, I alighted whilst the brilliance of a full Moon night seemed to magically shift to intense daylight. The lighting here was truly ethereal. The energies here were wonderful. Here on the grounds of this compound, the energy was very densely negative-ioned.

Way down the hill, whilst in flight, I had noticed several children playing. They were all Japanese. I had landed by a series of stone shrines that had been strategically placed about the gardens. A stone table sat close by that looked several centuries old. I simply couldn’t believe that I was having a dream encounter with Kaarlsohn. Here was I so lucid and he was so real. Truly, this was an astral plane encounter of the highest order. On ambling over, I warmly greeted him. I chose not to try and get rid of the scarf. I was, though, concerned whether or not he would be mad with me for being there.

He called me over. Kaarlsohn’s stubby thighs were strong and athletic-looking as though he were in his twenties. Understandably, he did look older than when I knew him. On the inside of his right thigh, I noticed a large thick vein. As he looked at me warmly smiling, I stood to his left. Kaarlsohn was so warm but, more importantly, I couldn’t get over how real an encounter this was. As he was only wearing the large unisexed top, and nothing beneath it, I got a good drift of his sex’s strong musk. It was a bit overwhelming but I kept focussed on his clear smiling eyes.

Looking into his eyes, I spoke to him making sure to be simultaneously telepathic – there is greater power of persuasion when thus focussed, “Oh my god, Kaarlsohn, I’d give anything to be alone with you. To be intimate but not necessarily sexual, mind you. “I’d do anything to relax and recline with you, sensually. I’d really love to laze about with you… caressing.” At that point, I placed my arm about his lower back whilst we unflinchingly looked into the other’s eyes. He smiled sweetly blushing. I then caressed his arse and felt its firm roundness beneath the sheer light fabric.

Then Kaarlsohn surprised me by saying, “Well, I like to do that, from time to time…” He slowly, suggestively arched his brows high up his forehead. It was a gesture that was reminiscent of Merlin when he wanted to be intimate. What was really telling though was Kaarlsohn’s enunciation when he had uttered those words. By ‘time’ he meant reincarnational time and not time relating to his present incarnation. So that he meant at the level of soul, he did not mind having a same-sexed or bisexual focus ever so often when incarnate.

I looked at him and was blown away by his mischievousness. With that, we both playfully laughed at his teasing winsome handsomeness. Here his voice was not as strong a bass as his voice is in this lifetime. Beyond all that, the level of love, warmth and intimacy between us was astonishing. It was a rare pleasure to be so genuinely intimate with another soul. This depth of openness and acceptance simply blew me away. Then as if all that weren’t revolutionary Kaarlsohn initiated sexual play. He fondled me whilst undoing me with the most sensual kisses all over.

By this point, we were now sitting down on the table in lotus position ravenously groping each other. From time to time, he would stop kissing me to directly look into my eyes. On those occasions, it was as though time itself stood still. My senses were so heightened that I thought I would simply die of joy during the dreamtime. Kaarlsohn’s eyes were so real and focussed. His eyes’ intensity was only distantly frightening as they were so potent. Lips passion-reddened, moist and apart revealed his quivering tongue. He quickly breathed in shallow breaths in between groaning. His groans were filled with yearning and called out to me.

Truly aroused, he seductively invited me to come out of myself to join him in ecstasy. His hard, firm hands were tightly wrapped about my throbbing cock slowly kneading and massaging it. What he was doing was not sexual. Rather, he was performing energy work. With each groan that called out to me, he was inviting me to do the same for him. So I did in kind. Kneading, gently and just as painstakingly slowly, I massaged his thick, large, foreskinned cock. There was nothing more potent and shamanic than the energies that passed between us. It was electrifying. It was magus.

I did sense that there were a couple of bruises on his cock which I had passingly noticed. I thought that, perhaps, they were from an outbreak of herpes. He then said, as my cock grew more tumescent, “This is a really nice cock, you’ve got…” As he gently massaged me and pulled back on my foreskin, my cock kept stabbing into the centre of his cupped right palm. As I danced and flew without moving, in spirit, a more sensual solo variation could not have been danced by Evelyn Hart. Indeed, he was as if David Peregrine to my Evelyn Hart – in the sensually exquisite pas de deux, Belong.

At this point, I lucidly became aware of my intentions prior to sleep. I had specifically meditated asking to have memorable experiences, on the astral plane, with those whom I have shared positive past life experiences. Whilst I looked hypnotised into his large clear eyes – which here were a brownish-green, I recalled having shaped my dreams. The light here was so intensely brilliant. Much of the light here was being initiated by the love that this man’s very august soul was imparting to me. A truly energising magus dream experience this was.

*What is most phenomenal about this soulfully intimate experience, of all the people I know, Kaarlsohn is the least homoeroticised. He is also the most macho of men. Too, I had neither spoken to him in ages nor had I recently thought of him. Yet here was this major totemic encounter. It truly proved healing and insightful a dream encounter. Whilst in the midst of our intimacy, I let out a sigh and suddenly found myself being slapped back into my body. At having had my astral projection aborted, there was weightiness at my solar plexus as I suddenly awoke. I had been slapped awake by the shrill cries of raccoons outside my opened bedroom window. They were having yet another nasty fight. They had come out of Stanley Park to forage for food.

I had been terrified on hearing the grunting and screeching, whilst in the midst of my potent astral plane encounter with Kaarlsohn. I had assumed that it was the sound of the extra-humans advancing on us. Now, I realised that these so-called extra-humans were, in fact, astral guides. Rather than being a negative force, the sentries were there to assist with proper astral protection. I had been projecting the disturbance outside the window onto the visored and unseen astral guides. Raccoons are visored, as it were, with their distinctive black band across their faces at the eyes. As was the case, the raccoons had been fighting for some time and continued fighting for much of the night. In fact, they fought till daybreak. They prowled the West End in search of food before scurrying back to Stanley Park at twilight.

**What’s really interesting about these astral plane rendezvous was that both Diego Lunamas and Kaarlsohn Frieden I met during my stay in Winnipeg. With both men, I had enjoyed an ease of communication and instinctively knew that we had had past life contacts. Diego I had introduced to Nichiren Buddhism. Kaarlsohn had already been practicing when I started. Kaarlsohn proved a good companion with whom to chant Daimoku. Rarely have I felt this satiated on awakening from the dreamtime. Though understandably aroused as all hell, I cried for joy at the beauty that I had just experienced and chose to remain lying in repose within the pyramid. The reason for some of the cicadas having been alive was that they represented the ever present “now” of the soul which does not experience time. Initially, the cicadas had all been alive but then some flickered out of existence.

Those cicadas that remained were quite a few. They surely represented the potential of future lifetimes. However, the remaining cicadas that were still alive were not in the majority. The cicadas initially were all alive because to the soul they were being experienced simultaneously – past lifetimes, future lifetimes and this lifetime. The sum totality of my lifetimes, as symbolised by the cicadas, was a swarm of creative energy which was magnetised to this great arboreal giant. Of course, the arboreal giant represented the soul to which ultimately all cicadas – in order that they may experience transformation, reincarnational metamorphosis – are anchored. The tree to which the cicadas were anchored also represented the physical plane. A physical plane into which the lifetimes of the reincarnating soul, as symbolised by the cicadas, had to manifest in order to become self-actualised and fulfilled both spiritually and creatively.

As much as the arboreal giant represented the soul quality on the astral plane, simultaneously, it represented the physical plane into which the soul was reincarnationally focussed. Since I was on the astral plane whilst dreaming – where time as such does not exist – the cicadas were all-extant. The totemic cicadas represented every lifetime’s dreamer self which is never extinguished. Thus the dreamer self forms a conduit, like the black teleportation-like capsule, to having connective glimpses into past or even future lifetimes.

I suppose too that, at the start of this lyrical dream adventure, the black conical capsule in which one sat and travelled was a symbolic icon of my pyramid. Of course, when lucidly dreaming these truly marvellous dreams of uplifting adventure, I was sleeping in my pyramid. This was a truly illuminating dream experience. To have experientially undertaken this astral awakening was very rhapsodic, in each lucid moment, as it swept me along. A sensory feast this was. A feast on which my very soul was made pleasurably besotted. A truly magus dream odyssey this was and one which validated anew that dreams truly are the poetry of the soul. END.

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Late last month, October26, 2025, I attended the final evening of concerts in honour of Oscar Peterson’s centennial. It was simply glorious. At the end of part two, Cécile McLorin-Salvant sung the most haunting rendition of Hymn to Freedom, which above is performed live in 1964 in Denmark by Oscar Peterson and his trio of Ray Brown and Ed Thigpen. Sweet and blissful dreams ever be yours ennobled Sir.

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

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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 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.

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.

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.

**Riiibbit Ben Davidson. Hope Robert Davidson. T’sing Ben Davidson. Winter Moon Susan Point**

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.

“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”

**Heron Alex Colville. Sockeye Salmon Bill Reid. Prismatic Loon Kenojuak Ashevak**

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.

**Raven Song Susan Point. Promenade Kenojuak Ashevak.**

HRH Prince Henry, The Duke of Glooucester
Princess Alice, HRH The Duchess of Gloucester (1935)
HRH Prince William of Gloucester

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.

**TRH Prince Richard & Birgitte, The Duke & Duchess of Gloucester**

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.

**Lenin Dorette Pollard. Shore bird on the Tundra Kenojuak Ashevak. 4 Standing Figures Henry Moore**

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.

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.

**1 Susan Point. 4 Kenojuak Ashevaks & 1 Benjamin Chi Chi**

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…

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.

**Pink Chair Artist Proof I/III ©1990 George Hawken**

*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.

David, The 2nd Earl Snowdon
Antony, The Earl Snowdon & HRH Princess Margaret, The Countess of Snowdon
Lady Sarah Chatto

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.

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.

**HRH Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh**

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.

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.

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.

**HRH Prince Charles, The Prince of Wales**

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.

Elizabeth, HRH The Duchess of York (1923)
Princess Alice, HRH The Duchess of Gloucester (1935)
Wallis, HRH The Duchess of Windsor (1937)
Katharine, HRH The Duchess of Kent (1961)
Birgitte, HRH The Duchess of Gloucester (1972)
Marie-Christine, HRH The Princess Michael of Kent (1978)
Lady Diana Spencer, HRH The Princess of Wales (1981)
Sarah, HRH The Duchess of York (1986)
Sophie, HRH The Countess of Wessex (1999)
Camilla, HRH The Duchess of Cornwall (2005)
Catherine, HRH The Duchess of Cambridge (2011)
Meghan, HRH The Duchess of Sussex (2018)

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

**HM King Charles III (Detail) ©2024 Jonathan Yeo**

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.

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.

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.

HRH Princess Mary, The Countess of Harewood (1897)
HRH Princess Alexandra of Kent (1936)
HRH Princess Elizabeth of York (1926)
HRH Princess Margaret of York (1930)
HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal (1950)
HRH Princess Beatrice of York (1988)
HRH Princess Eugenie of York (1990)
HRH Princess Charlotte of Wales (2015)
HRH Princess Lilibet Diana of Sussex (2021)

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.

**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

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

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*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.

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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.

Kate Middleton
Princess of Jazz Hands 😅😅😅 pic.twitter.com/l937jlh5VY
— Veritas (@theroyaleditor) September 29, 2023

C’est très Charmant, Mais Oui, Non. Chile It Speaks with Its Hands!

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— Veritas (@theroyaleditor) September 29, 2023

Keep Your Damn Hands Out of Spike Lee’s Face!

Willy can’t stand Ol Jazz Hands doing her Jazz Hands 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅 pic.twitter.com/kZbFOjEVMf
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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 the reincarnated Tudor Matriarch

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.

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.

**Meghan Ralph Lauren 2023 & Catherine 2025**

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.

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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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Superfine: Tailoring Black Style

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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 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.

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.

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

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.

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 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 Ross

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, 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!

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.

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 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.

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 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.

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, 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.

Ugbad Abdi

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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!

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.

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 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.

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

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!

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.

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’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.

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’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.

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!

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

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.

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

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!

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.

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!

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…

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 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.

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.

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

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.

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!

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.

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!

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

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.

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.

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

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

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!

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.

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!

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!”

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

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!

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.

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 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!

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’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.

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.

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!

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.

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…”

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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!

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?

Designers

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.

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.

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!

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 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.

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

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!

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!

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.

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

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 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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 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 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.

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’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!

Ew!

If I am honest, the dress is beautiful.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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!

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 McDonald

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 Sink

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!

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.

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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!

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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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.

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.

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

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!

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

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!

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

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

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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

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.

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 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.

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 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.

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!

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!

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!

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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!

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.

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!

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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!

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!

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!

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 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!

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.

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

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 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.

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

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.

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 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.

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

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!

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

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

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

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, 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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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!

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!

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

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.

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.

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.

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!

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

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!

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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Condé Nast financial luminary is elegant and dignified.

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 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 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!

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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 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.

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.

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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.

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!

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.

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!

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.

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’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.

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

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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.

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!

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

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

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

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.

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!

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 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.

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.

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’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.

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.

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.

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.

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 wears a bespoke Balmain.

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

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

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!

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!

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

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!

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

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.

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

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.

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’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.

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!

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

New York City council member wore an appropriately dire ensemble.

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

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.

Samara Joy Live @ Philharmonie de Paris March 2025

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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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What Started It All…

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**Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex at the Grenfell community kitchen**

The morning after the June, 2017 Grenfell Tower inferno, which left the skies above Chelsea where I visited aglow, The Queen rolled up and paid the site, its devastated and displaced occupants a visit. As ever, she was fragile, gracious and commanded one’s attention and respect. She attended with Prince William as their visit was covered uninterrupted on Live local TV.

**HM Queen Elizabeth II & HRH Prince William, The Duke of Cambridge**

At the time, I thought it so odd that they came and commiserated, or at least appeared to have, then they were off. It was a, “so sorry for your plight now made worse with this added burden. Oh well, I guess I must be off now, carry on then!” I felt compelled to make a donation, as clearly there was no such largesse coming from the Windsor gang.

**Doria and The Duke & Duchess of Sussex**

The following year just shy of three months after they glorious Spring wedding, the Duke & Duchess of Sussex, accompanied by Doria arrived for a special gathering. It was such a glowing, heartwarming scene as an obviously proud, Prince Harry, looked on as his wife, Meghan, attended the book launch of Together Our Community Cookbook, for which she had written the foreword.

Within a year of her engagement and marriage, Meghan, the American with can-do spirit, had produced a gift for the people of the devastated Grenfell Tower community, one that would be all about giving back and making their struggle less arduous. This single act was so revolutionary; Meghan with her cookbook had demonstrated the true meaning of charity. She showed up with what mattered most, something practical and useful that could be of true assistance to the community. It was obvious at the book launch on September 17, 2018 that the newly minted Duchess of Sussex was beloved by the common folk of the Grenfell community.

**Royal Tour of The Duke & Duchess of Sussex, 2018**

A month later, October 2018, Harry and Meghan were off on their inaugural royal tour in the southern hemisphere. The following month, November the Firm, the institution and the royals who were threatened by Meghan and what she represented, went to work. So along came Camilla Tominey of the Telegraph starting the lynching and character assassination of Meghan with the lie that “Meghan made Catherine cry.”

**Marie-Christine racially attacks Meghan using blackamoor brooch, December 2017**

Where was Camilla Tominey, in December 2017, the year prior, declaring that Marie-Christine, “Princess Michael of Kent made Meghan cry.” Of course, she hadn’t and did it really matter? Tough, if the Yank couldn’t take a joke, right? They threw much at Meghan behind the scenes and Meghan adapted, proving herself Tungsten and worth it.

**The Duke & Duchess of Sussex The Mountbatten Music Festival, March 2020**

Meghan has master number 11 and for all of us, we are phoenix-like; 11 is an immensely transformative number and it is also about mastery… self-mastery. We are empowered by the colour of red, we are empowered, focussed, strategic and dominant when thusly enrobed. Here, Meghan is being a phoenix, throwing off the mantle of royal drama, politics – family, jealousy, the Firm, the press intrusion. In the proceeding photograph, Meghan wore that stunning red dress to the Mountbatten Music Festival; it was purely strategic.

**Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex on Oprah Interview, March 2021**

Here, in interview with the incomparable Oprah Winfrey, Meghan is being most strategic in her choice of clothing. She wears a black Giorgio Armani lotus dress. Ever self-aware, Meghan chose this dress and its colour because she was being deadly focussed and laying down the law in a very intensely vicious fight with the royals beyond her late Majesty, The Queen. She exposed the royals’ racism, vulnerably spoke of her suicidal ideation thanks to the acute racial animus that she experienced within the institution, the family and the media. To make her point, she chose that black Giorgio Armani because the dress bore a lotus flower; the most exquisitely beautiful flower which can only bloom for being mired in a swamp… utter filth – the royals, the institution, the royal rota and British media at large.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex in Nigeria, May, 2024

Meghan, summer of 2024, our Queen’s got something going on… stuff is cooking… there is that red again. Two marvellous tours in both Nigeria and Columbia but that red dress was putting us on notice… do standby…

**POLO Netflix Docuseries, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex executive producers, December, 2024**

Coming on strong, here were Harry & Meghan, The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, executive producers for the most exciting sporting docuseries on Netflix… on any of the streamers. From Louis Devaleix’s deliciously high octane vituperativeness, tempered by his tender love for his beautiful wife, and his mother-in-law who brings out the much-loved son in him. Poroto Cambiaso and Timmy Dutta brought the youth appeal.

Louis Devaleix, Adolfo & Poroto Cambiaso, Tim Dutta, Harry & Meghan, Nacho, Delfina Figueras H & M

Too, there is the arc of father son bond of Adolfo & Poroto Cambiaso with Poroto displacing his father at the top of Argentine Polo. The beautifully shot and moving docuseries is completed by Harry & Meghan with their trusted companions Nacho & Delfina Figueras pulling it all together in a commanding and winning project for powerhouse streamer, Netflix.

Meghan 2025… Something’s Cooking!

After the seventh wave’s retreat, a horizon beyond hung shrouded in mystery. What is about to come our way, we wondered, as Meghan playfully teased us.

**Meghan The Duchess of Sussex on Instagram**

Goodness me, not only was Meghan returned to Instagram, but with phoenix-like heroism, she proved that mighty seventh wave that swept us all away, yet again.

Let’s Go! With Love, Meghan Netflix

Tabarnak de frigging Christ, then along comes this most soul-intoxicating aperitif, further pulling us under. We are fully submerged in Meghan’s winning magic. Netflix knows that matters not what the baying detractors say, filled with lies and nonsense, doing #Peggalicious and the little grovelling bastard’s bidding, Meghan is not just the most feared woman on the planet. Netflix knows that Meghan is the most powerful woman on the planet… not just Black woman on the planet.

The Maddening Dissonance of Trolls, Royal Experts, Meghan & Harry Detractors

So let them sit there, cackling, baying and frothing at the mouth, perpetually lying and wishing ill, from Lady Battyface Camp-Balls, to gap-toothed Lady Tittydown, or the pasty XXXL Irish bully with an arse as wide as the fucking Panama Canal, to that disproportionate gaggle of genocide-deniers who know that every lie they tell, will be readily believed. How does it even matter? This also includes the barrel-hipped nez brun who’s on the outs with #Peggalicious’s *BAC posse; he who has to date driven two persons to suicide. Why even bother paying it any mind? Neither they nor their noise is any business of Meghan’s; they do not matter!

With Love, Meghan. Netflix

And there it is, the strategy of Meghan’s self-mastery. She is back and not just with a revamped version of The Tig. This time, she has gone one better, she is got a cooking lifestyle brand on Netflix with American Riviera Orchard kitchenware, dinnerware on offer. That is the greatest master stroke. With the aptly titled lifestyle series on Netflix, Meghan is reminding the royals what it was all about. She was removed from their midst because in having spearheaded and produced the Together cookbook, she showed up the Firm, the Royals and the Media for what lazy, ne’er-do-wells the royals truly are. Imagine that, in under a year, Meghan breezes into the institution and shows them by her actions what true charity looks like. She met without fanfare with the affected, displaced, untouchable Grenfell community, gave them a renewed sense of community and in the process, created a vehicle, the Together Our Community Cookbook, which to this day spectacularly fundraises for the ravaged community.

**Pancake flipped by Catherine, The Princess of Wales – Looks more like Chittlins**

Go on Meghan, prove to the world, across all time, that service truly is universal. It isn’t just about showing up in a pretty frock, grinning like a semi-feral gibbon en chaleur; it’s about doing the leg work, uplifting and inspiring others. It is not about showing up gurning like a drunken loon to flip a skillet that’s as flat as #Mumblelina’s arse, talking crap about flipping pancakes. Good lord, just look at Eliza Doolittle, drunk to the gills without so much as a fuck-all clue. The poor loon, no longer attending state banquets because as is the norm for separated royals, one can no longer wear a tiara. Then, too, there was the lack of a signature on the wreath left by William at the Cenotaph at Remembrance Sunday ceremony, November, 2024.

**Meghan… The World’s most powerful woman**

Meghan’s arrival on the scene proved disruptive. For that, the royals have unleashed a relentless campaign of character assassination, disinformation, enlisting all manner of readily bought detractors who troll for the prospect of proximity to the royals. These agents have multiple lines of attack, one being that the duchess was never pregnant and there are no offspring of Harry’s born to Meghan. Further, they try and eviscerate her Blackness from royal history by attempting to fracture the Sussexes’ relationship. They are forever implying that the couple are separated and living apart. Furthermore, they are ever implying that Harry is sick of being in America and desperate to return to the royal fold. Naturally, as everything is readily blamed on Meghan, they suggested that the Netflix deal has runs its course and as the Sussexes are running out of money, Harry will be returning to England but preferably without Meghan.

**Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex & Tyler Perry**

What are these desperate fabulists on about? Princess Lilibet’s godfather is a billionaire, which means that there is zero likelihood of Meghan and Harry going broke. Furthermore, with a billionaire godfather, there is positively no way that Harry & Meghan are leaving their bucolic California dream; more importantly, there is no need for the Sussex family to relocate to England. They have been racially preyed on, their lives threatened and police protection pulled.

**The Sussexes Happy Holidays, 2024: Harry, Lilibet, Meghan, Archie & adored familiars**

Master strategists, Meghan and Harry have been guided to their point of power. With Love, Meghan is about to show the world precisely why Meghan and Harry were sent packing. In a few short months, with Together Our Community Cookbook, Meghan exposed the fraudulent operations of the Firm which masquerade its staged appearances and passing them off as acts of charity. In essence, the royals do not do sweet fuck all. So Meghan’s character was attacked and made out to be a bully and wanting to do things as never before they had been done. Of course C4’s Dispatches: The King, The Prince & Their Secret Millions serves to further expose the extent of the fraudulence on the part of the royals and the great lengths to which they go to maintain and protect their unscrupulous swindle. The investigation was undertaken by C4’s Dispatches program in conjunction with The Times and Daily Mirror newspapers. Between the Together cookbook & Netflix’s With Love, Meghan, Charles & William have been further exposed for the venal, racist, money-grubbing boors that they are. Indeed, karma is like that.

**Phoenix Mandala for John Hirsch by Merlin, 1979**

Recently, when having my burgeoning art collection appraised, I happened on this glorious gem, created by Merlin forty-five years ago in 1979. After having been mentored by him, and directed shows at The Stratford Festival Theatre, where John Hirsch was artistic director, Merlin created the mandala for his mentor. John and his artist lover, Jean-Emile Sanscartier, lived at 187 Hudson Drive in Toronto’s tony Moore Park neighbourhood. Both Merlin & John were sick with full-blown AIDS, though, John had taken ill after Merlin. John’s last birthday, his 59th, proved quite the send-off. Everyone from the Hungarian Jewish mafia as John lovingly called his friends and colleagues was there, including Merlin & I – Merlin at that point was birdlike and frail even more so than John. Barbara & Murray Frum were there and many in the film world had also flown in from Los Angeles. It was a very grey, drizzly spring evening, for his May 1, birthday celebration. There were lots of tears, never displayed before John.

Here was a man who had been spirited out of Hungary by train as every other relative in every possible direction had continued on to concentration camps and death. Though for being Black, I was made to feel at times as though the help, no one there knew, save Merlin who thought it best never to advertise the fact, that I was of Sephardic heritage to their Ashkenazy blood. Barrick Gold CEO Peter Munk had been earlier before our arrival and it had been Peter’s father, Louis who had spirited John Hirsch and other young kids by train to eventually settle in Canada. John felt especially guilty, as he confided in Merlin towards the end, in not having carried on the bloodline; of course, today it would have been possible where not so when he lived. It was overwhelming seeing this mandala after all those years tucked away. I lost a few tears but as John would have it, I began playing his ‘Ella’ the music of Ella Fitzgerald because let’s face it, we are – all of us, men-loving-men, drag queens who readily howl in tune when no one’s watching, be it Edith Piaf, Madonna, Céline Dion, Diana Ross, Aretha Franklin, Barbra Streisand, Sarah Vaughan and most of all John’s favourite, Ella!

**Stratford Festival Theatre – Main Stage**

In the dead of the night, on August 1, 1989, John Hirsch died at Toronto’s Mount Sinai Hospital. The next day, my 29th birthday, Merlin insisted that I go to work at the greenhouse. He wanted to be alone and privately mourn his mentor, John. Calling him at noon as the most massive thunderstorm drenched the city, we both cried silently, mostly drowned out by the rain and thunder. Excusing myself from work early, I hurried home and together we hugged and cried as John was gone, which inevitably meant that Merlin would be leaving in due course. We listened to the recording, Vladimir Horowitz At Home, then bravely headed to celebrate my birthday at a lovely restaurant in Yorkville. Merlin died three months later, on his mother’s 75th birthday.

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Hirsch, John 1/5/30, Soifok, Hungary<O>1/8/89 Toronto

Michael: John was a fifth level mature warrior in passion mode, with a goal of dominance, a pragmatist in the moving part of intellectual centre.

This fragment had a Mars/Saturn body type.

John’s primary chief feature was arrogance with a strong secondary of impatience.

This fragment has a warrior essence twin, who is alive, and they may choose to meet when the fragment who was John reincarnates, during the first two decades of the new millennium.

In fact, he may choose to be born to his essence twin who is now a 16-year-old school girl but who would probably be closer to 26 years when the fragment who was John decides to reincarnate. She is Israeli, living in the city of Jerusalem.

John was second-cast in his cadence and his cadence is fourth in the greater cadence. He is a member of entity two – making him entity mates with George Hawken and Jesse Hawken – cadre four, greater cadre 7, pod/node 414; he has known both the fragment Arvin and the fragment who was Merlin in many prior lives.

He and Merlin are, in fact, old comrades-at-arms, which is the closest non-essence bond of all.

He has an artisan task companion, who is the fragment Jean-Emile Sanscartier, his lover in the immediate past life. Unfortunately, Jean-Emile’s chief feature stood in the way of their life task and it will likely be completed in a future life together.

This is an artisan-cast warrior with strong scholar energy in his casting. There is also a great deal of drama here and in the past, this has been put to good use on the stage, both in classical Greece and in fairly contemporary times in England.

A recent pivotal life for this warrior fragment was in the late nineteenth century, in 1878, when as a Zulu Warrior/shaman; he fought alongside Cetewayo, against the British and learned the agonising power of defeat, when they lost their struggle in following years and lived to see their homeland annexed.

He also learned, in this very recent life, the power of the dance in uniting the tribe and this lesson aided him greatly in his immediate past life. (1998)

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Ella Fitzgerald in Concert in Sweden, 1963

Ella Fitzgerald – Vocals

Don Abney & Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Jo Jones – Drums

Herb Ellis – Guitar

Roy Eldridge – Trumpet

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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, the aggressive bottom retriever, Simi, the shit-obsessed encased pet fly. There are others, of course, but they all have this much in common – they 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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Autumnal Mood

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Heron

Serigraph

13.25 x 34.50 Inches

Artist Proof

Provenance: The da Brgha Collection

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The first dream that I had of Merlin, occurred four years prior to meeting him in the waking state. In that dream, there was the most beautiful heron which flew close by; it blinked and when its lid reopened, the eye had become liquid eventually transforming to the most intense white light. Forty-two years ago, after a four-year wait, Merlin sexily slipped into my life at my Hell’s Kitchen walkup. For the next seven years our dance together was truly sublime.

**Heron at Cowichan Estuary, Vancouver Island, B.C.**

The last time I saw Joop, whom I had met five years prior to Merlin, I stayed at this lovely home in Victoria B. C. for a couple of weeks. We drove up the TransCanada Highway to the northern tip of the island one weekend, stopping off at the Cowichan Estuary and Cathedral Grove. On the drive back, we were followed by a lone heron as we drove southward through Cowichan Estuary a local nature preserve for herons. I was reminded of Merlin whilst holding hands with Joop. Joop was the oldest and most sensual of my lovers; too, he has been the oldest soul of my lovers. It was sad to say so long to him last summer.

van der Pelster, Joop 12/1948 <O> 8/2023

The fragment who was Joop was a fifth level old artisan – second incarnation at this level – in the observation mode, with a goal of stagnation, a pragmatist, in the emotional part of intellectual centre.

This fragment had a Saturn/Lunar body type.

Joop’s primary chief feature was stubbornness with a weak secondary of self-deprecation.

Joop is sixth cast in his cadence and his cadence is fourth in the second greater cadence. He is a member of entity one, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod/node 414.

Joop has a discarnate artisan essence twin whom he did know in childhood and an incarnate priest task companion, with whom no plans were made to meet in this lifetime.

This was a resting life for this fragment, whose three primary needs were: security, communion and exchange.

He was a sculptor in Russia – at the time of the 1917 revolution, took a stand with the communists and was killed in a riot in St. Petersburg. He chose not to be reborn during the Second World War, in Western Europe, but in an old soul country (Netherlands), rather than a mixed young/mature society.

At that time, the Soviet government was very early-young soul repressive, while the general population was mid-cycle mature and even though he was only 30 when he died, in that previous life, he chose not to be reborn in the Soviet Union and took a resting life in the Netherlands.

Arvin felt a connectedness with Joop because they are in the same cadre, and Joop had a great deal of service in his casting as does Arvin. Here is a priest-cast artisan who is a member of an entity one, so he has needs to serve both the higher ideal and the common good.

There was a great deal of the “Visionary” here, which is one of the seven aspects of the artisan. He was also a “walker” in that he could pierce the veil between the planes at will, even though he did not call this phenomenon by name.

He and Arvin have known each other in many previous lives. They have been lovers of both sexes and of both hetero and homoerotic orientation. Joop has filled the mentor position in Arvin’s support group three times.

Perhaps the most notable life that this fragment had was in the late sixteenth century-early seventeenth century, when he was the Flemish portrait painter and depicter of religious themes, Anthony van Dyck. Anthony was later knighted and is known historically as, Sir Anthony van Dyck.

**Massacre of the Innocents, Oil on Canvas. Peter Paul Rubens 1611-1612**

He was a good friend, sometimes-lover and collaborator of Peter Paul Rubens – during that lifetime, I was then briefly a lover of Peter Paul Rubens, female and a muse; the relationship was not long-lived. Both of these men, Anthony and Paul, were bisexual and lusty and enjoyed the company of both men and women, even though they pretended to be very good Catholic boys.

Interestingly enough, the fragment who was Peter Paul was in the immediate past life, the imminent American photographer, Ansel Adams – same great artistic ability, different medium.

Joop did have great ability to make his lovers feel loved; this is something that generally goes along with the latter part of the old soul cycle.

They are no longer so concerned about their own sexual pleasure, mainly because it is easier for them and rather commonplace but they do generally enjoy bringing others to the heights of ecstasy.

Every mature soul should have a late old soul lover at least once, just as the opposite is true. The mature soul brings to the sex act the passion and the fire, while the very old soul brings to it the skill and patience of so many lives.

All told, Joop to date has had 18 past lives with Arvin and 12 with his task companion – who was recently – Merlin Ben-Daniel.

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Duke Ellington & John Coltrane: In a Sentimental Mood

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Cover Photo: Portrait of Cornelis van der Geest

Oil on canvas

1620 Sir Anthony van Dyck

Provenance: National Gallery, London UK

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Self-Portrait

Oil on Canvas

1640 Sir Anthony van Dyck

Provenance: National Portrait Gallery, London UK

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Massacre of the Innocents

Oil on Canvas

1611-1612 Sir Anthony van Dyck

Provenance: The Thomson Collection, Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto.

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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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The Rat King!

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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 4^th 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!”

**Prince Harry 15.9.1984 Rat 6.6.1 = 4**

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 13^thcentury.

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 18^th 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.

Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe & Edward VIII
Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe. Wallis Simpson & Edward VIII
Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe
Wallis Simpson. Edward VIII & Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfet
Edward VIII & Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe
Edward ‘Fruity’ Metcalfe. Edward VIII & Louis Mountbatten
Edward VIII & Louis Mountbatten
Edward VIII & Louis Mountbatten
Edward VIII & Louis Mountbatten
Edward VIII & Louis Mountbatten
Prince Charles & Louis Mountbatten

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 12^th 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 2^nd 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.

https://dreampoetica.com/2021/11/15/homecoming/

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, 3^rd 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 18^th 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 9^th 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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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, 7^th 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!

Margaret Beaufort Countess of Richmond & Derby The Tudor Matriarch
Statue of Margaret Beaufort at Cambridge University
King Henry VII’s Lady Chapel at Westminster Abbey
Margaret Beaufort’s tomb at Lady Chapel Westminster Abbey
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex the reincarnated Tudor Matriarch

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.

**Queen Elizabeth II & Ghanaian President Kwame Nkrumah**

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)

*August, 2021.

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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 5^th 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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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.

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.

Harry & his Queen, Meghan
Harry: Sportsman Philanthropist
Nacho & Harry

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!

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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.

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.

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.

**Catherine The Princess of Wales Wimbledon 2024**

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.

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?

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!

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.

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.

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.

Serigraph

32 x 32 Inches

Artist Proof: II/III

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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Dreams are the poetic expression of the soul.

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Bitch! I Don’t Need Fucking Gaydar!