The gold Standard… I can’t imagine a week without Ella’s shamanic beauty inspiring my soul. Ella’s Michael Overleaves to follow and now to be found in the Michael Overleaves Appendix.
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Fitzgerald, Ella 1917<O>1996
This fragment is a fifth level mature artisan – second life at current level. Ella was in the passion mode with a goal of growth. An idealist, she was in the moving part of emotional centre.
Body type is Venus/Saturn.
Ella‘s primary chief feature was stubbornness and the secondary was self-deprecation.
Casting for Ella is fifth-cast in fifth cadence; she is a member of greater cadence four. Ella’s entity is two, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 408.
Ella’s essence twin is an artisan and her task companion is a sage – both extant.
Ella’s three primary needs were: expression, security and power.
There are 11 past-life associations with Arvin, 4 with Merlin.
This fragment has reincarnated and lives in an area of Chicago, is a one-year-old at this time (December 2013), female.
Heals the very soul every time! When in Winnipeg at the school of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet, I was the only student not included in the mounting of Romeo and Juliet, the company’s first full-scale ballet since David Peregrine and Evelyn Hart had won the bronze prize in Varna, Bulgaria.
This music, this giant of a genius, this album literally saved my life.
I felt such shame at having been excluded; having been properly isolated and rendered invisible, one then had to proceed as though one’s exclusion was not the most hurtful rejection. The only thing that spirited me away from the abyss of self-implosion was this music.
A beautiful, male Jamaican-born nurse had given it to me on the second weekend of my stay in the city. He had played the album after his truly elephantine cock had just ravaged my soul and I did nothing but stay there in bed flying-without-moving – and he was a damn good cook too!
Years later, after Merlin’s passing, I sat in the corner curled up with sage entity mate, Daryll Newcombe – now dead of AIDS, at every performance of Oscar Peterson at the Bermuda Onion Jazz Club on Bloor Street between Bay Street and Avenue Road.
The Bermuda Onion had great atmosphere. More than that, it proved the only Jazz club in Toronto where one’s race did not preclude entry therein.
I was truly healed for being at those performances; I had survived Winnipeg and gone on to meet Merlin. I had to have attended each performance, for Oscar’s sheer genius had not only enriched but it had literally saved my life. So it was that, in later years, I was grossly disappointed by his glaring humanity.
His self-karmic issues notwithstanding, this was one genius of towering, staggering magnitude. Much of the beauty of this giant’s genius is how pure, simple and warmly enveloping it ever was.
Indeed, one has much to be fiercely proud of in celebrating Black History, Black culture, Jazz, because of shamanic healers of the soul like Oscar Peterson.
Music is the release; it is the place we go to, to find and ground ourselves in our escape from the ugliness that is the racial predator and his big fat lies. Sorry, can’t take away the music. Not having it!
Oscar Peterson 15/8/1925, Montréal!
Dreams are the poetic expression of the soul. 