On this the occasion of 80th anniversary of George Hawken’s birth, February 9, 2026, I share here a blog from a decade earlier in celebration of his life at this passing in December, 2016. I have thoroughly relished each lucid dream encounter with George since his passing. Always and forever, I love you more, George. Every ticklish silent laughter shared about god only knows what. Most especially when listening to Florence Foster Jenkins or Joseph Haydn’s Paris Symphonies. Ever, George, your memory will be a wonderful explosion of joy. I am especially proud to have been muse, which fostered a very productive creative phase.
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This past Friday, December 23, 2016, I went to my doctor’s to get my test results for HIV. The doctor whom I had not seen in long ages was unusually engaging. When he finally cut to the chase, never had he announced that my test result was HIV negative with so much pleasure; I thought it odd at the time. Brushing past all that, I then inquired of him how George Hawken was doing; after all, George years earlier on my return to Toronto had insisted that I have the handsome Sino-Canadian for a GP as well.
As he paused, I told him that I could appreciate his patient-client confidentiality considerations; however, forging ahead, I told him that I had sent George an email more than a week earlier and had not heard back from him. Pressing on, I inquired if George was doing well of late as I had last been in touch a couple of months earlier. In that way that the good doctor had mastered, he haltingly stammered back that yes, George was doing well… We then left it at that as clearly he did not want to pursue the matter further – he had actually stood up to conclude our visit.
About a week earlier, I was feeling especially uneasy about not having had a reply from George to my last email; he would always answer within 36 hours at the latest. By then, it had been about a week; we hardly ever spoke by phone on my return from Montréal. Previously, when we spoke by phone our conversations back in the late 80s and through to mid 90s resulted in an invitation from George to immediately get together where our passionate physicality was intense beyond the norm.
To still my worrisome mind, I began playing Joseph Haydn’s Paris symphonies; George favoured the Paris symphonies where I favoured the London Symphonies. George had actually introduced me to Haydn’s music; he insisted that I become better acquainted with the 18th century composer’s works. When first I sat for George in 1986, at his Brock Avenue loft in the Queen Street West neighbourhood, he always played Haydn… I would always love the way, he would play imaginary keyboard whilst enjoying a cigarette break as I privately sat for him.
One of the funniest memories of George is lying in bed with him after passionate play at the Brock Avenue loft and laughing hysterically whilst we listened to CBCFM and a Florence Foster-Jenkins performance. Afterwards, we indulged another round of Rottweiler style passion that was part Greco-Roman brawn. On my return to Toronto, George and I never resumed our physical relationship; though, I had at least hoped that I could serve as muse to him again. Alas, it was not to be.
One morning after work, with Haydn symphonies swirling about my mind as my apartment was sodden heavy with the Paris symphonies, I suddenly made a right whilst coming up Yonge Street and headed along Adelaide Street East. Then, I went one better and hung a left up Sherbourne Street for the morning ride home; never had I done this. Riding up Sherbourne, the familiar strains of Haydn’s Symphony No. 85 B flat major ‘La Reine’ spirited me along as I leisurely rode up the moderately icy, dedicated bike lane.
Just above Shuter Street, George suddenly fell into my mind and I crouched forward towards the handlebar to best face into the cold winds barrelling down the avenue. Whilst coasting up the bike lane opposite Allan Gardens Park, my mind as I whistled Haydn’s symphony began recalling moments of passion with George long years earlier. I thought of those glorious nights of noisy, sweaty passionate play at his McCaul Street loft; I crouched forward even more as my face warmed into a smile at pleasurable memories.
If only, I still had George’s numbers, I would call him on getting home; it was so unlike him not to have responded to the email that I had sent him on December 13, 2016. Peddling harder up the tough stretch of bike lane between Carlton and Wellesley Street East, I suddenly began slowing down as a large black hearse slowly negotiated its way from the Rosar-Morrison Funeral Home & Chapel property at 467 Sherbourne Street; it waited in the middle of the bike lane for northerly flowing traffic to ease up.
I rolled up and paused looking squarely into the hearse where a cardboard coffin was bound and en route to the St. James Cemetery and Crematorium over on Parliament Street. This was the same route that my father’s cadaver had taken after his funeral in August 2008 which George had attended. I was so appreciative of the fact that he had asked if he could attend my father’s funeral. After the lovely service, I had approached George and we hugged and he seemed really pleased to have made the outing.
Moments afterwards another of my lovers, Owen Hawksmoor came by to start lecturing me about the importance of having many friends; after all, said he, look at all the people who had turned out to my father’s funeral. Then said, Owen, as can ever be expected of him, “you should at least have six people who would be prepared to pall bear for you.” Brushing him and his big sex cockiness aside, I rebutted, “trust you to always make for a bitter after taste. What’s it to me, I’d be dead; it really wouldn’t matter anymore than it does now.”
I broke and hopped off the bike and intently looked inside at the brown cardboard coffin; it seemed an eternity waiting for the hearse to finally make it off the bike lane and into traffic. In those moments, I again thought of George and that was when it suddenly dawned on me that I was never going to hear from George again. Further, I had the distinct impression that what had prompted me to route-change for the first time, to be humming and whistling one of Haydn’s Paris symphonies: symphony No. 84 in B float major is because George’s corpse lay in the hearse before me en route to St. James Cemetery and Crematorium.
Without doubt, this was why I was in this place in this moment before an austere black hearse straddling the northbound bike lane on Sherbourne which I had never used before en route home from work. With that, as the hearse slowly pulled out onto Sherbourne and then made a right turn onto Wellesley Street East, the traffic in the icy snowy street was sufficiently slow that I rode alongside the hearse along the side of the cardboard coffin and accompanied all the way to the black wrought iron gates of the cemetery on Parliament Street.
After I got in, had a shower and had my lovely home infused with Hoju incense, Haydn’s symphony No. 104 in D major ‘London’ played on repeat as I grounded anew. Though it was not especially windy out, there was a loud noise on my balcony and wrapping up in my lovely woolen pea coat, I took to the balcony to investigate. The first sight that greeted me was a heavy plume of sooty black smoke from the crematorium’s chimneys as they were being swept southerly in the cold wintry morning air. I lost a tear and on returning indoors, though my Google search on coming home produced nothing for ‘George Hawken Obituary’ I still felt firmly that there was no coincidence to the sequence of events and synchronicity of the past several days which culminated in the black hearse across the bike lane.
As it is always tough to close shut, I gave the door to the balcony a bit of encouragement by heaving my right shoulder into it. On turning away from the door, I noticed one of George’s gifts to me “Woman” was titled off its hook on the cement wall where moments before taking to the balcony it had sat perfectly aligned. Yet another sign indeed. Finally, today at work, as I kept checking the folder which bore all George’s email correspondences, then did a Google search for ‘George Hawken Obituary’ alas there was confirmation. George had died the day before I had sent him my final email; it was one in which I offered to buy a copy of an illustration which he had done for an anthology of emerging Canadian authors.
George Hawken 2010s
Again, today after work, I rode up the Sherbourne Street bike lane and it all fell into place. Almost always when I went to our shared doctor, there would George be. Finally, when I saw him after a long spell of not having been in touch, he sat birdlike in the doctor’s office and he was just as stunned to have seen me walk in as I was to have seem him looking so gravely ill. George had said that it was cancer; we there and then made arrangements to get together and did. I was so pleased that he had finally met my lovely sister, Pandora and it was lovely going to George’s Camden Street penthouse suite for dinner with my lovely sister when she was in town from Ottawa.
Today, whilst riding up the bike lane on Sherbourne Street, the doctor’s excitable congratulations to my testing HIV negative made so much sense. Too, his response to my query how George was doing of late and his response that he was doing well, indeed, made perfect sense. By Friday, December 23, 2016, George was doing well and in a better place no longer suffering from the wear and tear of his end-of-life monadal illness. Ours was a very private relationship and there were only two persons in George’s life with whom I enjoyed cordial relations: his son and his lover, Colin Campbell. I rather suspect that Colin is George’s task companion.
I will ever be proud of having been an inspiring muse to George and for having facilitated the energetic work that he did in the late ‘80s to mid ‘90s. Our passion fuelled his creativity; what’s more, our passion kept me focussed and grounded in this life as Merlin and his ravaging illness and the hideous ghouls who betrayed him in his illness made life at times more harrowing than already the illness made it. George and his compassion and support were invaluable for me and Merlin was aware of it and openly and unselfishly encouraged it; he knew that I needed that support as with his passing the vipers in his circle would readily dispense with me. Alas, all things being mutual, dispense with the ill-evolved lot I gladly did.
Sweet and blissful dreams my darling ennobled George; I am honoured to have fostered and enabled your creativity to have lotussed into greater flower. Yours was a most rare and beautiful spirit and yet again our love shall dance and soar to higher octaves. My heart centre is wide open to facilitate your journey in whatever capacity of our choosing in the dreamtime. Ever, will I love you more.
Joseph Haydn Symphony No. 85 La ReineGeorge Hawken
Hawken, George 9/2/46<O>12/12/2016, Owen Sound
This was a first level old artisan in the observation mode, with a goal of dominance, a spiritualist in the emotional part of intellectual centre.
George had a Mercury/Venus body type.
George had a primary chief feature of arrogance and a secondary of stubbornness.
He was sixth-cast in his cadence and his cadence is second in the greater cadence. He is a member of entity two, cadre four, greater cadre 7, pod 414.
He has a discarnate artisan essence twin and a scholar task companion who is alive and they do know each other but have not worked together in this life.
This fragment is an artisan with priest casting, so his art will always manifest a spiritual component no matter what the medium. This fragment was a well-known painter of placid rural landscapes in the latter part of the eighteenth century in England, and several of his works hang in noble houses.
You were once a student of this fragment’s, in a life in Amsterdam in the seventeenth century and you were lovers for a short time in that life also.
Twice this fragment has illustrated books written by his task companion and he was also an illuminator of manuscripts in the twelfth century of the Common Era.
He was an architect during the reign of Augustus Caesar and several buildings he designed still stand, although one was rather badly damaged by the volcanic eruption that buried the city of Pompeii in the first century of the Common Era.
Two rats during the course of eighteen months produce one million offspring. You’ve long transcended being a cultural infestation; you are a fucking plague and Karma, that most vicious of cunts, will yet dispense with you!
Left Toronto Tuesday evening and on arrival Wednesday morning hopped onto the Piccadilly line into Bloomsbury and missed the traffic on the highway into London. Booked all day Tuesday so on arrival on Wednesday January 14, I got straight to my room, showered, grabbed breakfast returned to my room, took a cold shower and sorted wardrobe. Off I went on the number 14 bus along Great Russell Street and hopped off at Burlington House to attend exhibition number one!
Kerry James Marshall at The Royal Academy of Arts
What a dazzlingly brilliant Wednesday morning and infinitely more temperate than frigid Toronto of course. Membership to the RAA meant a quick ride up the glass lift to take in the most wonderful exhibition. A nice quick visit to London to savour all the art and culture my soul craves is just right. I can be away long enough to enjoy myself and not too long that my spouse back at home in Toronto on oxygen gets a break from me as sole caregiver and enough time without feeling alone overlong.
Kerry James Marshall I
This was one of the most gloriously stunning exhibitions that I have attended in London. Quite remarkable.
Kerry James Marshall II
Kerry James Marshall III
What I truly loved about this art exhibition of African American Kerry James Marshall is the artist’s attack, which is unapologetic about blackness. Marshall seems intent on stabbing the middle finger at the gross colorism within Black culture and in particular within Black America. The jaundiced self-loathing colorism of Blacks immediately breeding to ‘improve’ the race on becoming wealthy and successful with others who have proven our most ardent enemy, is unmistakably alluded to in Marshall’s works. The allure and deception of light-skinned offspring as though somehow they in their outréness make anti-Black racism go away or somehow they will escape their Blackness, the artist addresses head on with his choice of portraying Blacks splendidly, unmistakably richly melanated. The arch obsession with being biracial, mixed race and anything but Black speak to the intense anti-Black animus that stifles colorism. Blackness, or is it massa, is a shame that must be eradicated. Humans, truth be told, are seven parts decidedly absurd.
Akram Khan’s Giselle curtain call
One of the greatest discoveries on this short trip to London was a matinee performance of Akram Khan’s Giselle at the London Coliseum. A trip that was supposed to have been in November, 2025 but pushed back owing to considerable work on an art project, I finally decided to drop everything and rush to London to take in the Kerry James Marshall exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts before it closed on January 18, 2026. Scouring the theatre calendar, I decided to pop into a Friday performance of this modern interpretation of Giselle as I had not been to an English National Ballet performance in ages. I chose not to research Akram Khan’s ballet and as is my wont, wanted to go into it without preparation. I was, if I’m honest, resigned to it possibly being yet another boring modern dance performance as so much of modern ballet is tedious at best as comparably was the case the following evening on taking in the Royal Ballet’s Woolf Works.
Royal Opera House
Boy was I in for a most rapturous awakening. Never before had I seen so revolutionary a work in the age old idiom. Here was a totally new and refreshing aesthetic. Ballet, thanks to Akram Khan’s visionary genius, was reinvented with daring style and spectacularly innovative movement – those hurried contracted rushes across the stage, and a set that was as if sentient and beautifully choreographed into the ballet. There were even elements of contact with extraterrestrial life alluded to as the set swung backwards to reveal seemingly extraterrestrial creatures as if disembarking from their alighted interstellar craft. Most of all, the music was a most soul stirring fusion of Dravidian sensibilities and spirituality. Moreover, the music was so powerful, though not oppressive, that it transcended the stage and pierced through to one’s cellular integrity. I have not been so richly inspired by sheer genius and vision, in the theatre, in long ages. What a towering work of genius!
While it has been a most hellish January winter in long ages, along came the Dior Spring Summer 2026 Haute Couture collection. Here was nature, art and architecture deftly realised as fashion most rare. The second dress, a white affair with bow at the hem, was nothing more than a gloriously inverted calla lily about to burst into bloom. All of blooming nature was architecturally reimagined and sculpted into truly great works of sartorial art. This show was true rapture. All hail Jonathan W. Anderson, creative director at Christian Dior, for being the most elegantly refined of spirit creative genius.
This glorious exhibition at Tate Britain was like becoming awake in the most gloriously sequential lucid dream where each masterful tableaux filled salon was a walk through past life memories. Truly rhapsodic.
Not since the Francis Bacon exhibition at The National Portrait Gallery in 2024 was I so thoroughly besotted by art. Astounding.
Mitsubishi Japanese Galleries The British Museum
Valentino Garavani 11.5.1932 Year of the Monkey 19.1.2026. Sweet and blissful dream staggering titan…
Valentino Specula Mundi
Valentino creative director Alessandro Michele presented one of the most phenomenally ravaging haute couture collections in long years. Masterful tailoring, ingeniously theatrical and wonderfully spirited. Pure genius and an inspired tribute to the recently dearly beloved creative genius, Valentino Garavani. Bravi!
Two rats during the course of eighteen months produce one million offspring. You’ve long transcended being a cultural infestation; you are a fucking plague and Karma, that most vicious of cunts, will yet dispense with you!
Prince Harry betrays his Virgoan essence by having made it perfectly clear that he is a most discriminating gourmand. The most revelatory thing about Meghan’s With Love, Meghan Holiday Celebration was this insight to Harry’s true essence. His affinity for gumbo and his ease with Black culture and Blacks betray the fact that like all gap-toothed Caucasians, Harry was Black in his immediate past life.
The Duke & Duchess of Sussex
Harry and Meghan have had a stellar year and I was really proud to have been a part of it by twice heading back to Vancouver where I lived in the 1990s for the opening and closing ceremonies of the Invictus Games 2025. This is a rock solid professional couple who are a great team and are fully focussed on being leaders in their own right, philanthropists and obviously great parents.
Tulips 2017 Dorette Pollard
From Meghan opening up the year with a run to the sea and writing 2025 in the sand, you knew that there was a stellar year ahead. All this when the Fleet Street ghouls were ramping up their projections of the Sussexes being broke, finished in Hollywood and America to being on the cusp of divorce. Focussed on his own initiatives, Harry hung back and allowed Meghan to be centre stage in her With Love, Meghan Netflix series, which was anchor for the launch of As Ever.
Prince Harry in Shanghai
Harry was secured enough in his selfhood and supportive of his incredible wife, knowing as he stated in their November 2017 engagement interview, we are a team. His love and confidence in Meghan meant that Harry could comfortably sit back and allow her to take the reins where and when necessary. And how beautifully, Meghan lived up to the lyrics of the hymn, Let It Shine, as they departed by carriage on May 19, 2018 from St. George’s Chapel, Windsor, as she brilliantly shone in With Love, Meghan.
Un vrai sportif, Prince Harry had time to engage in some fun in Aspen whilst engaging in charity work. He teamed up, yet again, with his true warrior soul brother, Nacho Figueras. The ever engaging Black Prince of Cali had time to do something that would not be possible in his homeland, play snow polo. Meeting up with dear friends, and raising funds for charity how could Prince Harry not have signed up?
The Duke & Duchess of Sussex, Prince Harry & Meghan
Harry, renaissance man, is the most successful Black prince in Cali. Harry is free of the exoskeleton that being healthily melanated engenders in this world, where for being so blessed one is often vilified, socially, financially challenged more so than not. All this connection to his immediate past life as a Black human is validated by his having chosen a Black human to be his lover, wife and mother of his children. For being Diana, Princess of Wales’s beloved son, Harry was seen to have betrayed his tribal heritage by being with the most reviled partner that he could possibly have chosen, a Black woman. Ultimately, none of this matters to a couple who not only have a strong past-life history but they are also entity mates.
Sussex Christmas 2025
The Black prince of Cali has the most beautiful family, a loving father, mother-in-law, wife and two precious offspring, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet Diana. Here’s to Harry, the Black prince of Cali who is especially enamoured of his beautiful mother-in-law, Doria.
It’s been a very long and busy past six weeks, what with auctions and all the intense emotions around the acquisition of art – new and especially coveted. Too, I’ve been very busy working on an exciting project which has meant little time to be focussed on this beloved blog.
Baby Mama! @meghan
Go on Harry, shake you batty! Harry and Meghan celebrating the end of anticipating Princess Lilibet’s arrival was the sweetest private moment. All that was missing from this beautiful scene was a couple of hummingbirds hovering and darting about the delivery room.
Prince Harry Invictus Games Closing Ceremony, Vancouver
The Black prince of Cali, Harry that’s who! Fulfilled, loved and father to two beautiful healthy kids of his and Meghan’s, two grandkids of Charles, Diana & Doria’s and great grandkids of Elizabeth & Philip’s. Finally, the Black prince of Cali has all the love and family he has ever wanted. As ever, here’s to life!
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.
Buster Asleep in Pyramid
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.
Meghan is so incredibly in her element for being happily in control in this empowering chapter of her life journey. Post The Tig, Meghan now has the audience her soul ever desired. She has the backing of Netflix, a first-look deal along with Harry at Netflix. Too, there is the very lucrative matter of having Netflix as a business partner. What the baying jackals of the “left-behinds,” royals and their media hacks, say and do, is of no consequence. Meghan reigns supreme and commands industry attention and respect.
With a crew of 80 plus souls, Meghan had all eyes on her. Everything about the production is impeccable. The music chosen, the thoughtfulness of the guests featured and what their episode would be focussed on, were masterfully researched and perfectly executed.
Catherine, HRH The Princess of Wales, Balmoral, 2025
Looking for all the world like a resuscitated Edward Gorey ghoul, we got ourselves a new do to eclipse that damn yank on the eve of season two of her Netflix “flop” as they have gotten that blasted little fabulist toe-tapping minstrel to shrill from FailedDaily’s Hyde corner. Well, quelle surprise ça, Lady Doolittle Ponsworth’s new do was no roaring success as no one was enthralled and certainly, the lady had likely not intended to have had this chrysalis moment, turn into a meme-crazed object of open ridicule, which it most certainly fast became.
Tan France & Meghan
This episode, with Tan France, was one of the most glorious; for me, it was an exposure of Meghan’s true nature. Like all master number 11 persons, she is innately generous of spirit and thoughtful. Meghan got Tan a worn masala dabba, not brand new, but one that was used and the fount of love, memories and a gift that would touch and honour his heritage. It was a truly heartwarming moment.
Entitled. Andrew Lownie. Yours truly’s copy.
Having voraciously gourmandised on Andrew Lownie’s exquisite exposé, I have come away having greater respect for Harry and Meghan. What was most disturbing was seeing how Fleet Street was projecting onto Meghan the same phantom, the same persona that has nothing to do with her, which they had previously animated with Sarah, Duchess of York. How in the hell can you possibly compare Sarah to Meghan? They are miles removed and utterly incomparable.
Meghan is a mid-cycle mature artisan soul, whereas Sarah is a third level mature sage soul, the latter with very strong but difficult overleaves. Meghan is an older soul than Sarah, which counts for a great deal more than readily discerned. The Mid-Cycle soul age only occurs at the mature cycle and is between both the third and fourth soul ages. The difference between one soul age to another, third to fourth, is as vast as the difference between a young and mature soul.
Princess MargaretSarah, Duchess of York
Third level lives usually are marked by explosive growth and more than a little bit of karma being created along the way. One of the most beautiful moments of this book is the scathing letter that Princess Margaret wrote to Sarah, Duchess of York, which proves the most staunchly riveting defence of the House of Windsor; it is staggering in its power and beauty.
*’In a gesture of goodwill, Fergie sent the formidable Princess Margaret a bouquet of flowers, only to receive a blistering letter in response. According to a 2010 article in The Telegraph, Margaret wrote: “You have done more to bring shame on this family than could ever have been imagined.”
Then, appearing to make reference to the notorious “toe sucking” pics, she continued: “Not once have you hung your head in embarrassment even for a minute after those disgraceful photographs. Clearly, you have never considered the damage you are causing us all. How dare you discredit us like this, and how dare you send me those flowers?”
Fergie reportedly burst into floods of tears after reading this note.’
The book can’t be said to be an attack on the monarchy any more than the catastrophic damage that Andrew and Sarah have inflicted on the family and institution. Both Margaret and Sarah are mature sage souls. Sage souls, more than any other, will come off as grand and imperious, which has nothing to do with the true essence of a king soul.
TRH Prince William & Catherine, The Prince & Princess of Wales
Put aside Harry & Meghan for the moment, but what Entitled brought to light, is how great the strain on William and Catherine is. King Charles III is but a bridge to their reign and they are going to inherit all the bile that was never addressed by HLM The Queen and Charles, too timeworn and weary, to have to address. It truly is not The King’s problem, save it is and besides all that, there is the matter of righting his relations with his darling boy, his son, Prince Harry.
Funeral of Katharine HRH The Duchess of Kent
Two very noteworthy things are telling in this photograph, William and Catherine are having to stand there, regally enduring the Yorks foisting themselves on them. The other, something that most people did not notice, because I suppose it was not Meghan. There is no greater hogging the stage and being out of place than the Jewish wife of the 53rd in the line of succession, leaving her place, stepping ahead of William and Catherine to stand next to and speak to The King. It is both a family and a ceremonial royal funeral. Charles in his capacity of supreme governor of the Church of England is alone, because Camilla elected not to attend. No one should have stood next to The King, not even Sophie, HRH The Duchess of Edinburgh who attended alone as Edward was on tour in the South Pacific – Papua New Guinea. However, like her mother-in-law – the archly pompous racist boor, baroness Marie-Christine, the exceptionally entitled has to hog the stage, knowing fully well how the optics from Jo’burg, to ‘Viv to New York City will look. No one during HLM The Queen’s long reign would have dared go stand next to The Queen to chat whilst she was on duty, which was always.
Queen Camilla Being Rude to Catherine, The Princess of Wales, King Mother
After having pulled out at the last minute, the day prior, the funeral of Katherine, HRH The Duchess of Kent, owing to acute sinusitis, there was Queen Camilla turned up to greet President Trump and First Lady Melania for the start of their state visit. And why wouldn’t she have, both women having used their sex rather than intellect to forge their way in the world. There is no way to try to doll this up, yet again, Camilla is as fucking ugly as she is uncouth. How dare she, when little more than a barren fruitless branch of the dynastic family tree, be openly rude to Catherine, future Queen Consort and King Mother. Suddenly, Camilla had miraculously overcome her acute sinusitis, to bark orders at Catherine. Nothing is uglier than an insecure woman being hostile to another woman. She rudely dismissed Catherine who then self-deprecatingly turned off, after having been humiliated before the world.
Harry & Meghan Made to Leave Buckingham Palace Garden Party by Camilla, 2018
At least Meghan could put her foot down and say, “I am not putting up with this. My son will not be subjected to his racially predatory systemic abuse.” Thank goodness Harry listened and got them away from that madness. Can you imagine as per the exposé in the Oprah interview if Meghan had taken her life? They, the House of Windsor and their Fleet Street henchmen, would simply have spun it with lurid headlines of Meghan having overdosed on narcotics as she had been known to be abusing drugs… or similar tall tales of that nature.
Windsor walkabout
Catherine is bound to endure all the abuse meted out by Camilla, which would in turn explain why Catherine would naturally target Meghan in the monarchy’s pecking order. It is also reasonable to assume that in both the Carolean and Guglielean courts much of the worldview is heavily biased in favour of Jews. Jacob the 4th Baron Rothschild daily spoke to Charles for over 50 years until his death; William wedded on the baron’s 75th birthday. This explains why the Jewish wife of the 53rd in the line of succession could break protocol and go stand next to King Charles III at an official event when no one else sought to do so, and quite rightly ought not to have done so. Of course, The Rothschilds have for two centuries been the House of Windsor’s banking advisers.
Catherine, HRH The Princess of Wales Greets HM King Charles III at The Duchess of Kent’s Funeral
Whereas Catherine, who never missteps when it comes to protocol, did greet The King by curtseying, baroness Marie-Christine’s daughter-in-law did no such thing. Just imagine if Meghan had stepped out of line to go stand beside The King and ignored protocol, how she’d be lynched in British media. Ever Entitled, and as ever, pulling rank.
Queen Letizia of Spain Lays Down the Law
Don’t you worry Catherine, if and when the time does eventualise, don’t hesitate to draw inspiration from Queen Letizia of Spain. She is born September 15, same day as Prince Harry, so is possessed of double sixes. Such persons are all about righting wrongs. Both persons, Letizia and Harry, are Rats! The Rat’s motto: “anywhere, any damn time, I will take you to task… know that!” Letizia was deplorably treated by her mother-in-law Queen Sofia who did not even want her marrying her beloved son, King Felipe VI. Not to worry, the moment Felipe’s wife became Queen, Letizia had not kept score for nothing. “Take your damn filthy paws of my fucking children!” That’s how any rat worth their salt would deal with Sofia pulling rank, when clearly she was not allowed access to her granddaughters by her despised daughter-in-law now Queen.
Camilla Has The Sussexes Removed from Garden Party 22.5.2018
Three days after their glorious wedding, look at the optics as a stunned Prince Harry and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex find themselves having to abruptly leave the Buckingham Palace garden party in celebration of the then Prince of Wales, HRH Prince Charles’s 70th birthday. Just as with Catherine being rudely told off, a rather insecure Camilla, not liking the draw of Harry and his exciting new wife, has them take leave. Just as with Catherine before U.S. First Lady Melania Trump, the Sussexes were embarrassed and left totally blindsided and humiliated.
Meghan wears Chanel heading to dinner in Manhattan with Prince Harry
As ever, archly in denial, the story has been spun to target and lynch Meghan, who was overheard, by sources of course, to be rudely saying that she didn’t want to be at the garden party, thus the couple was asked to leave. Again, it all stems from the ‘ugly duchess’ who was quick to rudely cannibalise Meghan as she routinely does Catherine and before Diana, Princess of Wales and likely, Sarah Duchess of York.
Queen CamillaSarah, Duchess of York
Camilla, like William, is a scholar soul; this particular soul type is more likely to interfere, bully and cause disruption in the lives of those with whom they have close relations. Sarah is a sage soul; both women are on their third life at heir soul age – third mature for Sarah and Mid-cycle Mature for Camilla, which means that they are more likely to create karma than repay karma. Meghan, an artisan soul – like Diana, Princess of Wales, is a mid-cycle mature soul; so too is Camilla – that means that they are both slightly older-souled than Sarah whose husband, Prince Andrew is an artisan soul; however, he is a seven level young soul which is why his life focus has been about corruption of ego, arrogance, entitlement and obsession with sexual conquests… to the detriment of the House of Windsor, to be sure.
Diana, HRH The Princess of WalesCatherine, HRH The Princess of WalesMeghan, The Duchess of Sussex
All three Windsor wives have been bullied by Camilla, which is not surprising for a scholar soul. Diana was a second level mature artisan. An older soul than the other three women: Meghan, Camilla & Diana, Catherine is a fifth level mature warrior. Meghan is a mid-cycle mature artisan, same soul age as Camilla. Queen Camilla has internally abrasive Michael Overleaves, which would leave her inclined to being insecure and thus making enemies of whomever she deemed competition, which in her case is every other Windsor wife. Sad woman. There are two reasons for this, I believe, women in a patriarchal society are groomed to distrust and compete with other women. Secondly, Camilla has no royal heirs, which means that she has no power; even when alone in a room with Catherine, Catherine for being King Mother would never curtsey to her.
Prince William & Eugene Levy
Naturally, as the Sussexes are doing fantastically well in their business partnerships with Netflix, the “left-behinds” had to go rushing to American studios, looking to elbow in on the action – as ever desperately attempting to be relevant. Naturally, The King was afforded a Netflix documentary deal to honour the 50th anniversary in 2026 of the now King’s Trust; the production will be narrated by actor, Idris Elba himself a beneficiary of the then Prince’s Trust grants at the start of his career. As Netflix are quite familiar with whom William is, beyond his carefully curated public persona, they took a pass on him on any overture he would have made them. Naturally, as per his connection to Jacob 4th Baron Rothschild, William’s fiendish campaign afforded him a rather tepid affair where action figure come to life William takes SCTV alumnus Eugene Levy on a tour of his magical life-size castle… truly riveting stuff.
King Felipe VI
Alas, the teeming otiose Black Africans in 19 Commonwealth nations have not seen William since he wedded 14 years ago; then again, he is truly occupied with ending homelessness and bringing real, meaningful, lasting peace in the Middle East! It is clear where the House of Windsor’s loyalty lies. Though King Felipe VI of Spain has strongly condemned Israel’s actions against Palestinians in Gaza and called for a two-state solution, neither HM King Charles III nor Prince William has spoken out on the matter as to do so would invariably offend they who are most beloved by them.
DailyMail Hacks
After spending every show ridiculing and lying about Harry & Meghan and their relationship and business relationship with Netflix, did these Fleet Street hacks do anything remotely journalistic with regards William’s interview with Eugene Levy? Did they ridicule the fact that he was rebuffed by Netflix, according to their sources, only to end up with Apple+ which no one watches, relative to Netflix. They never learn…
Eugene & William, Windsor Great Park
Make no mistake about it, this idyll set in the grounds of Windsor Castle and therein, was all an empty PR ruse. It was so much froth to say so little. Most of all, it was about covering the festering mess created by the hostile takeover of Sentebale, in which the Windsors pulled the race card, using an MBE – Sophie Chandauka who would naturally be obliged to do William’s bidding, to avoid being directly involved and turn the tables on Prince Harry. Well, Prince Seeiso saw through that nonsense, knowing fully well as he does who William truly is and thus resigned from Sentebale, along with Prince Harry, in a show of support.
Meghan Balenciaga ParisMeghan Balenciaga Paris
Matters not, because not only did William’s interview not make Apple+’s top ten; Eugene Levy revealed in an interview that he still doesn’t know why William contacted him to be on his show. That tells you two things: 1. Netflix had no time for William’s nonsense. 2. William’s exclusive inner circle of Jews made it happen; again, this is the man who got married on Jacob, 4th Baron Rothschild’s 75th birthday… there is no such thing as happenstance on this planet.
Meghan Arrives at Balenciaga Show Paris Fashion Week
More than all that, before anybody could space a block in their weekend to time waste on William’s tawdry fare on Apple+, along came the weekend’s supernova, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex alighting in Paris at Paris Fashion week to take in Pierpaolo Piccioli’s inaugural designs at Balenciaga SS26. Within mere hours, as ever, Meghan had eclipse yet another foray of William’s. “I told you keep that finger out of my face…” indeed!
Megyn Kelly Exposed
There it is…. it was not about giving a fuck about The Queen and the royal family, about whom she never previously cared. Then the public sacrifice was made and the mask dropped. This racist White fraud then goes on to state that thanks to Obama and his divisiveness, racism has arisen in America. The derangement of racist Whites who think that by banning Black history and reversing the gains of the past 70 years, it is somehow going to eclipse the karmic bond they hold with their enslaving ancestors… that is truly bizarre. Nothing this White Christian Nationalist says about Meghan, along with that peroxide blonde with an arse as wide as the Panama Canal, is credible and unbiased. They hate Black people and it has become abundantly clear that it is quite okay to openly hate Blacks in all media, because one can and more importantly have been gaslighted to do so.
Presumed Route Taken by Meghan
This route proffered by Lady Fuckamere’s rag, FailedDaily, is totally ridiculous. Sugaar Restaurant was the site of the Balenciaga afterparty, which is in the 6th arrondissement where my sister lived. The video and Meghan’s perspective is of the River Seine to her right as she drove home to the hôtel Plaza Athenée on Avenue Montaigne. From Sugaar they would have taken Boulevard Saint-Germain to the Quai D’Orsay, from which the video was filmed. There is positively no reason for them to have journeyed so far west to Pont D’Alma, especially when Meghan just wanted to get home and facetime with her beautiful children 9 hours away in Montecito. The bridge out the window could have been Pont de la Concorde or even Pont Alexandre III, either way they would likely have taken Pont des Invalides as it bleeds into the one-way rue François I that runs northwesterly away from River Seine. That then would bleed into Avenue Montaigne which runs southwesterly one-way and which would take them to the entrance of hôtel Plaza Athenée. There was no sense in going to Pont D’Alma, crossing it would not have allowed access from there to the one-way Avenue Montaigne into which they could then not have entered. They would not, therefore, have gone anywhere near Pont D’Alma or the D’Alma tunnel where Diana, Princess of Wales ws murdered.
D’Alma Tunnel Entrance
Enraged that they have no access and hadn’t a clue that Meghan was travelling to Paris and that her appearance at the Balenciaga show was such a phenomenal success, the FailedDaily rag acted as though the video released by Meghan of her drive at night to her hotel involved her hanging her arse out the people mover’s window and twerking whilst drinking from a bottle of champagne. That did not happen and there was no insult to either Diana, Princess of Wales or Harry. What would have been most offensive was their hounding of Meghan to have enraged Prince Harry.
Meghan Meeting Anna Wintour at Balenciaga SS26
Mad as hell at being the left-behinds, the FailedDaily goes into hyperdrive with one attack piece after another. No absurd claim of theirs is ever too much; and bless their hearts now AI makes their every absurd claim seemingly true.
Faked by AI
Which cosmopolitan 44-year old woman does not know how to kiss someone cheek-to-cheek? Precisely! So intense is the misogynoir and cultural racial animus towards Blacks that merely for having wedded her love, Meghan is the most hated Black woman in history. There is positively no way to deny the disproportionate animus and the ridiculous lengths to which the media will go to incite hatred of Meghan because she chose to reincarnate as a Black woman, after having previously been a member of the royal family as Tudor matriarch, Margaret Beaufort.
Tom Lamb by Leo Mol Hazelton Avenue, Toronto
The Lies of the Racially Predatory Boor
Listen to this noisemaking, blithering moron. What makes her think her opinion matters? This hateful, anti-Black racist has the nerve to opine about Meghan at the Balenciaga show in Paris. It is none of your business. She has been vile in the extreme and one never forgets. Nothing she says here is either solicited or credible. Nothing more than a leopard dressed up in a tiger suit!
Look at It!
Talk about having zero awareness. Just look at the queer distance between the knees and ankles; she is no human beau idéal. Go on, take that flat-arsed thermoregulating hideous fare elsewhere; we are not into reptilian-hybrid fare in these parts. Just to be clear, there is no person named Meghan Markle, as the thermoregulating whack job can’t resist throwing shade. She is, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex! We have the receipts!
Every lie in no way eclipses the beauty, strength and power of this marvellous human, Meghan and her rock solid partner, husband, lover, Prince Harry. Yes, Harry and Meghan are so irrelevant that’s why there was such excitement when they stepped onto the red carpet in New York City at the Project Healthy Minds gala. In a bid to invalidate this, a reposition of the couple as they embrace on the red carpet is now characterised as Meghan brushing off her husband in further signs of their marriage being in turmoil and the couple being on the brink of divorce. Meghan was seen going to dinner with Jill Smoller, Serena Williams’s agent and now Meghan’s, who also attended the Sussexes’ wedding whilst Harry went to dinner elsewhere with at least one person who was previously employed at the Invictus Games. Obviously, both gatherings would be of greater impact for either person; however, this is deemed another sign of an imminent divorce.
Oh the Lies!
This lunatic woman who saw that racist boor Charlie what’s-his-face on a horse on the ranch that Jesus has given him in heaven, is as fucking out to lunch as the multitude of racist Whites whose delusion leaves them seeing everything associated with Harry and Meghan as a failure and further signs of their marriage being en route to imminent divorce. This ability on the part of so many Whites to wholeheartedly lie, spread those lies and furthermore believes those lies, is precisely why the pathological liar who’s recently suffered an obvious stroke is currently holding the world to ransom.
TRH Prince Harry & Meghan, The Duke & Duchess of Sussex
For me, this is one of the best photographs of Prince Harry; his eyes are just as sublimely soulful as in dreams. You shall know the warriors by their dreams, nine of ten dreams with Catherine, The Princess of Wales, she is engaged in some sort of sporting activity. Both are fifth mature warriors; for that reason, they are ever engaged in sporting activities: polo, tennis, field hockey, surfing, cycling, sailing; these souls for being on the action axis will ever be focussed on activities that engage their warrior essence.
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex
As ever, Meghan for being possessed of master number 11, and has a Venus/Solar body type means that she is exceptionally telegenic and photogenic. Meghan chose at the level of soul to be mega-famous in this lifetime and there is no disputing that. I always love it when Meghan wears her hair back, as in Paris, in a tight chignon. At such times, I am always reminded of the exquisite beauty of both actor, Jennifer Connelly and Martha Graham, whom I was fortunate to have seen a couple of times when living and dancing in New York. Martha was a second level old soul artisan and boy did you feel her agedness of spirit when in her presence. As with all three, Meghan, Martha and Jennifer, women of exceptional beauty are possessed of notably high foreheads.
What a marvellous addition to my collection and this from a most important milestone year too. This is the year in which Kenojuak began making prints in earnest, starting in 1959. Ever her memory will be a coveted blessing and a source of inordinate pride.
Katharine, HRH The Duchess of Kent 22.2.1933<O>4.9.2025
For the August, 2025 blog, I included the members of the House of Windsor whose Michael Overleaves had to that point been revealed. Others can now be revealed, included Katharine, The Duchess of Kent, the recent astral plane habituée, who not surprisingly proved a very evolved older soul and a priest at that. Hence, I an reblogging that list with further additions.
Fourth Mature King (Louis)Fourth Mature King (George VII)
Placements are as follows, if you are the same soul age, the life number that you are living relative to the other same soul-aged person means that the younger of the two will be to the left. For example, both Louis Mountbatten and Prince George of Wales aka future George VII are fourth mature king souls; however, that was Louis’s second life whereas this is George’s third. That makes George older souled than was Louis. And no, George is not Louis Mountbatten reincarnated, though the window of time is appropriate, Louis Mountbatten is in pod 408 and George 418. Your casting never changes from first to last life of the reincarnation cycle.
Meghan in Washington D.C.
Both Princes Archie & Louis are seventh level mature souls and living their second life respectively, the former a priest and the latter a slave. Both souls are on the inspiration axis but being in flow would mean that Archie would find Louis’s feistiness a bit intense. I positively adore Louis. When he first presented at the Platinum Jubilee, I was not then thinking of role, soul age and numerology; it was just, good god is he proving embarrassing. However, this is a healthy male human with a five energy body – William and Catherine have struck the jackpot with him. For being a scholar soul, though younger-souled, Charlotte will always seek to tell her younger brother to rein it in; Louis, though, is considerably older-souled than his sister – in fact, Louis is the oldest soul member of his immediate family. Louis will pay positively no mind to Charlotte at such times and will keep on keeping on, which thrills my soul to the core.
Meghan wears Anine Bing coat
Third life at any soul age will always be dynamic and prone to causing ‘drama’ and creating karma as is the case for Catherine, William, Sarah, Beatrice, Anne, Camilla, Edward VIII, George VII (prince George of Wales), Prince George – The Duke of Kent, George V, George VI, Meghan. Third lives are all about expansiveness, being enterprising, seeking out adventure, campaigning, ambitious – they, as can be imagined, make formidable foes!.
Katharine at seventh level mature, and a priest soul was precisely what one witnessed in a rather remarkable life. Healer of the spirit is the hallmark of priest souls, and boy did she epitomise this more than any other titled royal. Though both are third mature sages, Lilibet will have nothing in common with Sarah, Duchess of York. Sarah’s is a third life at that soul age which means being enterprising and more than likely prone to creating bad karma. Lilibet’s is a second life – more souls pass second lives in wealthy surroundings than not: Diana, Princess of Wales, Archie, Louis, Lilibet, Wallis, Katharine, Charles 9th Earl Spencer, Eugenie, Queen Victoria & HLM Queen Elizabeth II. If they aren’t born to baronial wealth, they are very likely to wed into it.
Harry & Meghan Take Manhattan @Meghan
Both Catherine and Harry are fifth mature warrior souls; however, it is Catherine’s third life and Harry’s fourth life. That gives Harry a scholarly focus to this life. Like every scholar that I’ve ever known, including Merlin, they will up and leave a room, relationship, or job, if there is unbearable discord. Where others will stay, a scholar will not. Scholars literally have to leave a room rather than suffer discord, confrontation, hostilities. Three to five is the usual number of lives passed at each soul age; however, there can be as many as six or more, especially so if it is a sixth level life as all such lives are about paying back all the karma incurred during the cycle of that soul age.
D’Angelo – How Does It Feel
11.2.1974 <> 14.10.2025
Sweet and blissful dreams marvellous creative genius… we love you more.
Always pay attention to the numbers. Without fail, someone with 5 in the fourth position will bring on scandal with a fair dash of infamy, disruption, lies and vindictiveness; it is the mark of the saboteur/saboteuse. Who exactly is this woman? Well, she is an MBE, who has worked with both Trevor Phillips – that kept Negro of marked racial animus towards Blacks and, of course, she also knows Iain Rawlinson, who has since morphed into the vacuum at Sentebale, created in the wake of Baroness Chalker of Wallasey, Princes Seeiso of Lesotho & Harry, The Duke of Sussex having left. In short, she has completed her task of a hostile takeover of Harry’s charity, Sentebale, which shows up William for his laziness and its success only further rattles William’s cage.
Like a handpicked animated blackamoor brooch, Sophie was #pegglicious’s agent saboteuse with pushover #kiltchaser’s tacit approval, chosen to eclipse any notion of racism – so terribly typical of your common racist boors. But make no mistakes about it, #peggalicious & #kiltchaser both have third and fourth numbers in common: 2 and 5, and that means that they are catty, vicious, gossipy, vengeful, petty as all fuck and, of course, debauched.
14.11.1948 Rat 5.7.2 = 521.6.1982 Dog 3.9.2 = 5
Both men have 2 in the third position and 5 in the fourth. Like Prince Andrew, that 5 in the fourth position means sexual infamy, sexual scandal, debauchery and an obsessive need for excess, drama and vengeance. Never forget that Her Late Gracious Queen Elizabeth II, in the last decade of her life, was merely a figurehead, but chiefly it was a regency. Her son was so reputationally damaged – affair, divorce, and savage extermination of Diana, Princess of Wales – that he could never have been named as regent. Make no mistake, it was the #littlegrovellingbastard who cut off the security and funding in February 2020, in tandem with a likely bullying #peggalicious. Never forget that as Prince Harry stated in SPARE, The Late Queen simply remained silent and observant during the Sandringham Summit where #peggedandbothered and the #closetedkilkchaser hissed, screamed and ejected Harry from the royal family… for having disgraced the family by marrying the descendant of Yanks, what’s worse… enslaved Yanks!
That is the energy of 5 in the fourth position. It is about debauchery and Sado-Masochism. In the case of #kiltchaser and his wingman #peggedandbothered. These are people who get off on being bullying, predatory, which has been fostered by the arch entitlement afforded them by their position of birth within the House of Windsor. They are ever focussed on stirring the pot, kicking up drama and relentlessly going after whomever they deem weak and the enemy. Though the British Media act as though the only royals who exist and worthy of being solely focussed on, in a campaign of misogynoir never before seen, that being Meghan and Harry, there is a great deal about #peggalicious and #kiltchaser that is more than a little newsworthy.
Charity Polo for Sentebale, Sophie Chandauka
This woman, Sophie Chandauka, is on a campaign designed by both racists #kiltchaser and #peggalicious. They are hellbent on sabotaging Harry and Meghan’s life outside the firm. Sophie was brought into Sentebale in 2023. That same November, 2023, at the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at The Royal Albert Hall, there was a tribute to the Invictus Games and the invaluable work that the charity does for veterans and their families. Not once throughout was there an image or mention of Prince Harry present in the tribute. Both obsessed, vengeful, petty racist boors, #peggalicious and #kilkchaser, sat there looking at that tribute, knowing damn well that it was the latest launch in their campaign to destroy Harry and Meghan… their lives, their marriage, their work.
Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance, 2023
At the 26th minute of the festival, the tribute to the Invictus Games commences. Not once, is Prince Harry mentioned and there is no photograph or film clip of him. It is as though the Invictus Games are a royal family product and since Harry was removed as a working royal, they was therefore no need for him to be in any way associated with the Invictus Games tribute being presented before racists #kilkchaser and #peggalicious. Of course, they sat there knowing that their loyal pickaninny, Sophie, was embedded at Sentebale and in due course would set off a bomb, in the multiple-pronged campaign against Harry and Meghan.
Openly racist boors at Harry & Meghan’s wedding
Their 2 in the third position is a telling insight, as 2 in the negative is about being petty, gossipy, meanspirited, vindictive and holding grudges for decades where others would not ever once revisit. This duo work in tandem and as a result, Harry & Meghan were evicted from Frogmore Cottage, after having renovated it and had to walk away without their 5k£ copper bathtub. Thanks to these two meanspirited, petty racist boors, there continues a relentless campaign in the British Media of daily articles inciting misogynoir against Meghan and open anti-Black racism, all the while at every opportunity, rushing to speak up against the rise in anti-Semitism. They, #peggalicioius and #kiltchaser, were behind Thomas Markle Sr. speaking to Australian media, in a bid to discredit Meghan – LIVE on-air Thomas Markle Sr. admitted as much. Further the little #texanbottomfeeder was put up to lying against Meghan in court and again on the eve of “With Love, Meghan” on Netflix, he raised his phlegmy-looking chinless mug on 60 Minutes Australia in yet another futile bid to discredit and impede Meghan’s success. Meghan was told to stay away from Balmoral because clearly, she worked some voodoo on Her Late Majesty for her to have sanctioned Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Of course, it was likely an excuse to have Meghan alone minus Harry so that the #hissingdominatrix could have a go at Meghan. Without doubt, #peggalicious was behind that decision and he saw to it that Andrew went to Balmoral with him with his brother, Harry, left behind to charter a flight of his own; by the time Harry made it to Balmoral, the #slitheringbuttpluggedninny had already taken off.
Charlotte, George & Louis
As future King Mother, Catherine has always been more powerful than even her husband. She is the mother of a future Sovereign. She knows her importance; that is why no one could have made her report to Balmoral when The Queen passed. This action spoke to her power; it also spoke to how difficult she is with an energy body of 9. She clearly did not enjoy ease of relations with Her Late Majesty, The Queen and she sought then to exercise her power. It was, though an error. Catherine did not have the right to deny Prince George and also the very mature Charlotte from reporting to Balmoral; although, this was ultimately a decision made by #peggalicious as he would not have wanted George to interact with Harry. As future Sovereign long after his parents are gone, Prince George aka King George VII’s grandkids are never going to learn from him, what it was like when he saw his great grandmother on her death bed. The Queen was the most remarkable sovereign, possibly ever, and this would have been an historical and important ritual for Prince George to have partaken of. Their lives are totally devoted to service and not private at a time of the passing of a monarch. Death like birth is a natural part of life; at 9 years old, Prince George was sufficiently old and mature that he should have been allowed those moments with the departed, beloved 41st monarch.
Prince George at Coronation 2023
Mere months later and suddenly, Prince George was not too young to have attended the coronation. This, of course, was a coronation which as petty, racist boors would have it, took place on Prince Archie’s fourth birthday – again, likely it was proffered by #peggalicious whose reaction to the news of Archie’s birth was, “I already have a nephew.” This would mean that Meghan could not attend with both parents missing their son’s birthday. Everything staged and designed to punish Harry and make him know how he will never be forgiven for marrying the descendant of the enslaved; plus there was the matter of being outed in SPARE for their racist ugliness as hinted in the Oprah Interview in March, 2021. Never forget that during the Oprah interview, Meghan made the point of insisting of Catherine, “She is a good person.” Also, during the Harry & Meghan Netflix docuseries, Meghan threw her hands up and said, “It’s your brother! I am not going to say anything about your brother, but it’s so obvious,” with regards to a message on Harry’s phone, obviously from #peggalicious with regards the #chinlesstexanbottomfeeder interfering in the court case between Meghan v Daily Mail – the #peggalicious aligned mouthpiece of #ladyfuckamare.
Attending London Holocaust Memorial, 2025
The aggressive racial predator does what she wants; she is future king mother, the most powerful member of the House of Windsor, and has been since July 22, 2013. She could not more be bothered to attend The Late Queen’s passing at Balmoral than she could go on tour, in fourteen years of marriage, to any of the predominantly Black 19 Commonwealth nations in Africa. If you think that any of those 19 Commonwealth nations were Jewish that she would not have been multiple times by now, then you’ve not been paying attention. Trust you me, if The Late Queen were Jewish, Catherine would have reported to Balmoral with at least her two oldest children with her. Furthermore, she has not toured any of those 19 predominantly Black Commonwealth nations in Africa because #peggalicious does not give a living damn what it looks like; he hates Blacks and that’s that.
Omid Scobie. ENDGAME
Were it not for Omid Scobie – look at those Joan Crawford brows, and his delicious exposé, ENDGAME, the #gruesomefoursome would not suddenly need to add a new health crisis to the pantomime. As is to be expected of fourth number of 5, all drama, all the frigging time, the royals have just had to go to town to try and eclipse the charge of anti-Black racists. When did you ever see Queen Elizabeth II’s seventy-year reign beset with so much gossip, scandal and BS. #fattyfingers started the drama with his shenanigans with the #fuglyduchess and his deals with the #fourthbaron that produced a drama-prone bastard. To be sure, Diana threw herself down those stairs when she was likely told by the #littlegrovellingbastard and London’s favourite #shabbosgoy that she had been inseminated at High Grove and not by himself, and it was not whilst pregnant with Harry that she undertook to be no part of this dark affair – this, of course, was graphically enacted in a dream of intense lucidity with astral plane solidity.
This is a child with 2 & 5 who will become corruptedD. Trump 14.6.1946 Year of the Dog 5.2.4 = 11
Notice that like the #littlegrovellingbastard and #peggalicious the felon has both 2 & 5 in his numerology. This is the signature of the spoilt brat, the drama queen and someone who is hellbent on being disruptive and seeking revenge at the cost of his kingdom. Always yapping and belittling the opposition – #sleepjoe,#crookedhillary, just as one sees the senior royals do to Harry and Meghan through their extensive network of media henchmen.
Can I hold Him
No matter what, #peggalicious does not care. He will stop at nothing to ruin Harry’s life. Harry cannot have all the fun. Harry cannot get to hold the bunny rabbit. Harry must not have a wife, Meghan, who is infinitely more emotionally intellect, articulate and charismatic than his regurgitating, mumbling, racist, drunken, dominatrix wife who cannot speak without engaging in a Willy and the hand jive routine. Most of all, as the little #conversobastard is so clearly of that ilk, under no circumstances will he tolerate Harry bringing a Black woman into the royal family. There have been 42 monarchs before him, yet #peggalicious acts as though he is protecting a bloodline from becoming sullied by Black blood when Queen Charlotte, King George III’s consort, was of Black heritage.
Well, of course, they would enlist a compromised Black in their hostile takeover of Sentebale. Sophie is corrupt, compromised and like them, she is possessed of 5 in her numerology and will definitely bring the kind of disruptive drama that will play well in the British tabloids. Sentebale is too good for Harry to have, besides it predates, as does Invictus Games, Earthjizz by long years. Under no circumstances can autocratic #peggalicious tolerate Harry and his successful endeavours. The same jealous, tantrum-prone #peggalicious in the two preceding clips is why this ‘scandal,’ which is pure fabrication on #kiltchaser and #peggalicious’s part, has unfolded. Blacks were disproportionately represented during the coronation on Archie’s birthday because, as ever, a guilty conscience needs no accuser. It’s all compensatory window dressing and nothing more.
Katt Williams
Katt Williams 2.9.1971 Year of the Pig 2.2.2 = 6
First off, 2 in the first position – energy body means that Katt will have you howling; it is a gift we possess – I am 2.1.8 = 11. He is though a triple threat. He has three 2s, which means not only does he know the gossip on everyone, sooner or later, he will unload on everyone.
Liquored up Katt with his triple 2s did not come to play shy. This episode of Shannon Sharpe’s Club Shay Shay was the most cringeworthy, yet most delicious thing to watch. As a numerologist, I looked and watched Katt validate the very essence of his numbers with unwavering focussed accuracy. Not only does 2 know all the gossip but they are prepared when it suits them to unleash the beast, knowing the havoc it can create. Also, when 5 is added to two, which is not the case with Katt, it will use subterfuge, lies and exaggeration to amplify its warring campaign as is the case with Sophie, #peggalicious and #kiltchaser.
Mo’nique
Mo’nique 11.12.1967 Year of the Goat 2.5.1 = 8
Here’s another soul with energy body of 2. Lord do I know this territory; however, the purpose of life when you know your numbers, is to outgrow being focussed in their negative polarities. If Mo’nique lives to the age of 102, she will every opportunity she gets to cock-suck a mic, open her hippopotamus mouth and start bawling about how she was wronged by either Oprah Winfrey, Tyler Perry or both. Please just stop hugging cacti and move the fuck on already! With that 5 in her numerology, Mo’nique’s motivation for regurgitating Oprah & Tyler’s names every opportunity, is motivated by trying to incite animus towards both persons with whom she’s been professionally associated. Trust me, if her second number were 1, she would do no such thing when in public; she would revisit her grudge privately with a tight circle of persons whom she trusts and never otherwise. Her 5 is hoping to ensnare Tyler and Oprah in scandal, and to no avail, I might add.
Photo 1: Sophie Chandauka 1.3.1 = 5
Sophie is being used by the very controlling #peggalicious with 3.9.2 = 5 numerology and such persons are archly controlling. Sophie also has the same numerology as Prince Andrew, which is saying a lot about her character and why, like Andrew, she has burnt through funds at Sentebale. She is a scandal magnet and is being used to dispel any notion of racism; in fact, she is used just so that #kiltchaser and #peggalicious can counter the label of royal racists from the House of Sussex, tossing it right back at Harry & Meghan’s feet.
Photo 2: Prince Andrew 1.3.1 = 5
As we are all well aware, Andrew is notoriously autocratic, entitled, rude, controversial and given to scandal. The two 1s are indicative of an out of control ego, which is now emerging in the case of Sophie Chandauka. It is all about these scandal prone persons. Andrew, of course, is guilty as sin of his proclivities by his association with Jeffrey Epstein. You will not be surprised at the amount of royal born males who have a fourth number of 5; it allows them to be abusive, sexually debauched and given to excess, which in some cases can be admirable as in the case of King George IV who obsessively collected art. King Charles III in the positive expression of his fourth position of 5 collects, loves and is creatively focussed in the arts – painting, music, landscaping et al.
Photo 3: Diddy 4.6.4 = 5
Diddy with two 4s is a self-made man. He also is exceptionally debauched. What men like him and others always fail to remember on becoming fabulously famous and wealthy, is that they are held to a different standard for being Black. They will be more begrudged, hated and will more readily be the subject of scandal and face ruination, simply because of the racist state of the world and, truth be told, there’ll always be some jealous Black person who will be ever quick to ‘run tell massa,’ and get a brother in no end of trouble. This does not give them license to be corrupt and abuse anyone; however, such is both the state of the world and human nature.
Photo 4: King George IV 3.2.9 = 5
King George IV had a most violent relationship with his wife, Caroline of Brunswick, 8.4.8 = 2, who found herself in the midst of scandal when being taken to court for adultery, fourth number of 2. Interestingly, Catherine has three numbers in common with King George IV; this is interesting because George IV was known for having a very loud, disputatious marriage with his wife Caroline, which was his 9 being triggered. Caroline would have loathed his profligate spending and mismanagement of funds – fourth number of 5, as is the case with Prince Andrew of York. Both William and Catherine have 9 in their numerology. As Catherine has a need for power and is in perseverance mode, she triggers William and will ultimately win any fight they have, she can be louder than him and more violent-tongued than him, because she is also a warrior soul and fighting is foreplay and warriors always win. Full stop! Most of all, Catherine and William are task companions – a relationship at the level of soul that is most intense to the exclusion of others in their orbit.
Photo 5: Mohamed Al-Fayed 9.1.4 = 5
That placement of 5 would bring on the scandal of his son Dodi Al-Fayed and Diana, Princess of Wales having been murdered. His lifelong crusade to prove the point, was scandalous in itself. Moreover, since his passing, for having threatened the establishment, his name is now further scandalised as claims of sexual impropriety have surfaced. 9 energy body, like Catherine means a strong-willed difficult customer, all of which is added to by his mindset of 1. Domineering! Also, energy body of 9 usually is found in the numerology of the parvenu which is certainly true of both Catherine and Mohamed; in the case of the former, this is why the tabloid keep referring to her as Kate Middleton! Moreover, both energy body of 9 and 5 are highly sexed individuals which can also leave them fairly combative customers when not sexually focussed.
Photo 6: King George V 3.9.2 = 5
George V had the exact same numerology as does William. All the rejection of Meghan and campaign to ruin Harry & Meghan’s marriage and success outside the royal family, is owing to that 5, 9 and 2. The 2 and 5 combination signifies someone who is fiendishly obsessed with controlling the narrative and eliminating anything and anyone that could mar the family name and integrity as they see it. This is why King George V betrayed his Romanov relatives and callously had them murdered rather than have them relocate to the United Kingdom where they could possibly be perceived as a distraction and source of scandal to his monarchy. As a result, for George V, the Romanovs would have proven too great a threat and thereby possibly provoke republican sentiments. Additionally, the need to change the family name from Saxe-Coburg and Gotha to Windsor, is again the controlling aspect of 2 & 5. William’s current campaign to destroy Harry by way of hostile takeover of Sentebale and going after the Invictus Games – as per the RBL Festival of Remembrance in 2023, is in keeping with the behaviour of King George V when challenged by anything that would scandalise his reign. Similarly, though his controlling nature caused George V to have emerged void of sexual scandal, there is a strong likelihood that he would have had male lovers or at least regular same-sex sexual liaisons. His controlling 2 and 5 would have left that aspect of his life well concealed and that is precisely why brother, Prince Albert Victor, The Duke of Clarence and Avondale suffered sexual scandal. I am firmly convinced that Albert Victor’s sexual outing was deliberate and he was sacrificed so as to cover up his brother, King George V’s own homosexual proclivities. Try as one might, it is an open secret that #peggalicious’s penchant for butt plugs also betrays his pronounced same-sex proclivities, which his controlling 2 & 5 would go to great lengths to keep concealed.
Photo 7: Camilla, Queen Consort 8.6.9 = 5
Like William and Catherine, Camilla has 9 in her numerology; this number in the negative is about being snobbish, boorish and decidedly racist as has been dramatised before the world in their campaign against Meghan. 9, also means that she totally controls Charles and that 5, of course, betrays the scandal which has left him known in quarters among other things as the #tamponking. Who can forget Camilla including Jeremy Clarkson in her Christmas lunch at Mayfair’s Murano after he had recently penned that Op Ed in the Rupert Murdoch latrine, The Sun, in which he expressed his fantasies of Meghan being lynched. The royals do not hide their racial animus towards Blacks and it has become fully exposed with Meghan marrying Harry. Also, do not forget that a very big and real part of 5 in the fourth position, along with the sexual scandal, it leaves such persons predisposed to group sex, pansexuality, fetishistic sex, paedophilia, bestiality and even necrophilia. It can be said of the royals with 5 in the fourth position that they do have an appetite for that most delectable of meats, tangential cannibalism – as in the way they ravenously gourmandise on Meghan through their manipulation of the archly racist and obsequious British media.
Photo 8: King Charles III 5.7.2 = 5
There we see the 2 & 5 combination, which is all about being controlling, petty, jealous and archly vengeful. As per his close associations with known paedophiles, Jimmy Savile and Gary Glitter, plus who knows whom else, these dubious proclivities do satisfy Charles’s outré sexual focus. Again, like William and King George V, this man has a hyper controlling obsessive personality and will go to any length to conceal that which he deems no one’s damn business. Charles like William and George, his grandson, all have a goal of Acceptance, which is ‘the’ great goal and the love vibe. One can see ample displays of this in both Charles and William. Certainly, this is true of both persons when encountered in dreams, for rarely are one’s numerological vibration operative in dreams; however, the overleaves are more readily discerned and operative. Debauchery and greed and money issues are par for the course when 5 is the fourth number, as is the case with Prince Andrew. It is less so obvious with both Charles and William as they have access to Duchies of Cornwall and Lancaster funding, but their greed is pronounced. In the case of William that greed would be heightened by a parsimonious nature as per his 9 mindset, which is complemented by Catherine’s 9 energy body.
Photo 9: William The Prince of Wales 3.9.2 = 5
As is obvious, same numerology as King George V whose proclivities and private life one knows almost nothing about, owing to his controlling nature, thanks to that 2 & 5 placement. William, of course, like his father and firstborn has a goal of acceptance, which is the great goal. In his case, it is less on display as with his father; it is muted through his energy body of 3, which is all about being charmingly self-deprecating but that is not the same as a goal of acceptance. Incidentally, not only does William have a goal of acceptance like King Charles, but his mother, whom he has dismissed as having been mentally disturbed, also had a goal of acceptance. William is a jealous, suspicious individual and this is part of the reason why he is so obsessed with Meghan. Meghan, of course, has a goal of acceptance. William sees this as Meghan cosplaying his mum, in a bid to con her way into the monarchy. Of course, this is one of the excuses that William uses to justify his racism towards Meghan. Meghan is, however, the real McCoy. It is why she does not do drama or confrontation. Added to all that, Meghan has master number 11, which is the Midas touch which would threaten and terrify persons like Charles & William because it is the signature of superior intelligence, emotional intelligence and someone naturally prone to being loved. Incidentally, Donald Trump also has master number 11, which as with Meghan leaves him both intensely loved and despised; this without doubt is the case with Meghan. Charles, Catherine, Camilla and William think that their relentless campaign to demonise and vilify Meghan, will some day succeed; it never will with master number 11. One other noteworthy feature of William’s is that whenever he appears sat in dreams, his legs are always gather beneath him; this is the case with persons who are on the autism spectrum in the waking state. Also, persons who are on the autism spectrum tend towards having an almost perverse animus towards Blacks. In dreams there are no lies! And every dream encounter with Prince Harry, he is real, unpretentious and always without exception barefooted, even when on horseback. Though, Prince George of Wales does have 5 in the fourth position; it would be unfair and frankly irresponsible to say therefore he can be expected to turn out like his paternal great uncle, Prince Andrew.
Sentebale Charity Polo Trophy Photo Call
The polo photo call is tradition. The two opposing teams pose on the outside with the presenters, either male or female between the teams. Sophie enters the stage and walks with her back to the audience, which shows lack of awareness – one never turns the back on the audience… you are always on. Meghan, who is a seasoned acting professional, knows her mark and has previously been on the podium. Seeing Sophie’s error in standing between the players of Harry’s team, Meghan graciously invites her to come over where there was already space created to accommodate the three non-players. The other woman onstage, who took to the podium after Sophie then invited the latter to come stand in the middle of both her and Meghan. Good god, somehow in all of this purely natural and casual event where the unaware Sophie was at fault, Meghan has been vilified as being rude, bullying and unroyal. I’d much rather that Meghan be unroyal because that would mean not being a fucking racist, bullying, lying, entitled boor. Was the other woman also being rude to Sophie? No one was being rude to Sophie, save that with her two 1s, blind self-centredness, egotism, she just had to go walk and go stand where she damn well felt she must or could. It is called YouTube, not sure, looking at a few polo trophy presentations and you would see that the non-players are always stood between opposing teams. There is no there, there, despite how shrill ninnies like Charlotte Griffiths like to exaggerate about a perfectly innocuous incident. But at least Charlotte could be commended for having acknowledged that there is such a thing as misogynoir, if only because this was Sophie’s recent allegation against Prince Harry and not, incidentally Prince Seeiso, a Black man. However, far be it from either Lady Tittydown to have mentioned the word or for that matter the toe-tapping, minstrel Windsor lapdog who would never acknowledge the term misogynoir because, somehow, that would mean that Black women, most especially Meghan, would be singularly subjected to racial animus from bipedal lapdogs like him.
Dredging the East River Hunting for Diamond Studded Butt Plug
Seriously, since Harry and Meghan were kicked out of the royal family, chiefly by #peggalicious, what exactly has he been up to. He’s been on a number of trips to America, in a bid to rain on their parade. Of course, the moment he and the #edwardgoreyghoul were booed out of Boston, she’s not returned with him. How much time do you think he spends on his vanity project of ending homelessness when he could not give a damn about the ugly shame of being a slum landlord, who has done nothing to improve the living conditions of persons who let from him in the Duchy of Cornwall. He is archly lazy and too obsessed with competing against Harry, and Meghan, to have time for little else. Hell, he is even skipping out on attending BAFTA; to be fair, when he attended alone in 2024, no one gave a toss as he entered the auditorium which is precisely why he opted to go to Mustique this year – he is petty like that, much as one would expect of the dangerous, deranged orange clown who has taken the world hostage at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Earthjizz is a nothing burger which does not award the funds until the cited organisations are fully up and running and have proven themselves successful. Again, all show no substance; just a desperate need to fiercely compete with Harry and Meghan.
Can’t Keep His Hands Off
Look at predatory #peggalicious; he just can’t keep his hands off the pretty boy. Never mind Meghan, bullying Sophie out of the way. What about #peggalicious telling that woman to get out of the shot, throughout which he possessively kept his right hand on the back of the pretty boy. Not surprisingly, he ended up staying overnight in Birmingham, though he had been expected to return to London that day! All the while, the fiendishly controlling #peggalicious distracts the sheeple by having the bottom-feeder tabloid media relentlessly bay at Harry and Meghan some 5.4K miles away.
December 2020/Windsor Castle
The Queen within 2 years of her passing, wastes no time in dismissing William as the spoilt, racist nuisance that he is. Of course, equally as arrogant as his uncle, Prince Andrew and Charles – all with fourth number of 5, did not give a damn. He simply walked off whilst counting down the days to be rid of the ancient monarch. Her Late Majesty was the one person who could not only see through him, but she did not have to hold back and clearly in this particular interlude, did not waste time in dismissing him as mere milquetoast. The preceding parade alludes to the real visage behind the scenes. #peggalicious is the only senior royal who is moving-centred, such persons are inordinately sexually focussed and are also violently domineering and controlling. As with his poilued face in recent years, #peggalicious has a posse of equally bearded, goateed poseurs. Make no mistake about it, nothing is more exhilarating than bussy being roughly massaged by a poilu partner during anilingus. There is nothing vanilla about being a #peggedandbothered late mature scholar soul, who is moving-centred with his third and fourth numbers being 2 & 5.
Beyoncé Crazy in Love VH1 Fashion Rocks Royal Albert Hall, 2003
Look at our Queen, Beyoncé, own staid, stuffy, old London town!
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Queen
That’s right, like a Boss, that’s how our Queen Meghan be striding to the bank, ’cause she runs the world! $$$
My five-day trip to the most glorious jewel, London, was bittersweet. I got a call from Vanessa saying that Clive’s cancer had proven stage four with little time left him. There was but one choice, nothing to do but hurry off the phone, book a flight tout de suite to London. Back in late October 1982, after having met Merlin, my friend Clive, studying in the city, I set up on a blind date with Vanessa. She broke off the date at the last minute to rush home to Bermuda and attend her grandmother’s funeral. Undaunted, on her return, I insisted that they get together. By this time, Merlin was returned to New York and holding up at the actor, Patricia Neal’s UWS airy apartment. Merlin had met Clive and Vanessa separately and thought to have them to dinner; naturally, he cooked his favourite dish, chicken paprikash, which he had been taught by Stratford Festival Theatre’s artistic director, John Hirsch.
Manhattan rooftop water tanks
As we dined, with the shadows of water towers beyond the large living room windows, it was fairly obvious that my attempt at matchmaking had proven successful. From time to time, Merlin winked at me and squeezed my knee beneath the table as Clive and Vanessa on their first date had handsomely struck it off. As the blind date was going so well, Merlin suggested that they were welcome to stay and continue visiting whilst we headed off down to midtown Manhattan to take in the midnight showing of Gandhi at the Ziegfeld cinema. Merlin suggested that they could leave the apartment’s keys with the concierge and we would collect them on our return; it was obvious that they were getting along well and needed more time together, minus us as well. Clive and Vanessa laughed a lot and it was clear that they were smitten with each other.
Pushing five in the morning, we returned and thought it odd that the suite’s keys had not been turned in. We got off the elevator and on making our way down to the hall, there was the familiar shower of both persons laughing and giggling. Merlin knocked, not loudly, and we were greeted at the door by the smitten couple, each with cake frosting on their nose. They had been up talking and decided that, as it was well past midnight and therefore her birthday, they would bake a cake! Lots of laughter and warmth, whilst the cake set, Merlin decided to make a hearty breakfast of pancakes with Canadian maple syrup! Since that day, Vanessa and Clive have never been separated once; they even slipped into Toronto to visit me a couple of weeks after Merlin’s passing.
The bust of a man
Pen and Ink
c. 1545
Baccio Bandinelli
Hopped off the Piccadilly line, I crossed Green Park, on day one, to alight at The King’s Gallery, Buckingham Palace. The red-interiored salons were familiar, warm and grounding. I was bothered by the fact that the exhibition of Renaissance Drawings among which were works by unsurpassed genius, Leonardo da Vinci, was masterfully curated and hung. Each piece was expertly placed such that you could never evade the glare of intrusive lighting and the works of art hung on the opposite wall. I laughed aloud to a couple of women staffers, then eventually on making to the next salon, a lone silver-haired beauty engaged me. She wanted to know where I was from; naturally, my Canadian accent as articulated with the women registered with her. She lived, it turned out in Mississauga as her husband had worked at the corporate headquarters of the elegantly designed Mies van der Rohe TD Bank (Toronto Dominion Bank) for a couple of decades. She insisted that I make the trek to St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle before leaving; I assured her that the journey was foremost in my plans, having shared that there were 4 governors-general in my extended family to date. She was a gracious human of whom I dreamt two nights later and her aura unsurprisingly was most pronounced.
Reclining Figure
Plaster and string
1951 Henry Moore
Henry Moore & Francis Bacon, Tate Britain
From the King’s Gallery, I briskly made my way to Victoria Station, alighting at Pimlico where after being moved by Chris Ofili’s tribute to the Grenfell Tower tragedy, I scuffed at the Turner Prize fare, which would have been more convincing if there were also homeless persons encamped. The Francis Bacon & Henry Moore exhibition was soul-stirring. By now my feet were beginning to seriously ache as I had forgotten to pack walking shoes. Stepping into the unseasonably crisp sunny air, I hopped aboard the Uber boat and swiftly cruised down the river Thames to the Tate Modern. I was not especially inspired for having visited and for the first time, after so many visits, successfully strode across the millennium bridge where I ended up at St. Paul’s Cathedral. As always, I paid homage to Henry Moore’s plaque. From there, I returned to my hotel in Russell Square. My feet were blistered and ridiculously ached.
Moore, Henry 30/7/1898<O>31/8/1986
Michael: This fragment was a first-level old artisan – third life thereat. Henry was in observation mode with a goal of dominance. A realist, he was in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Henry’s body type was Saturn/Venus.
Henry’s primary chief feature was stubbornness and the secondary of arrogance.
The fragment Henry is fourth-cast in the second cadence; he is a member of greater cadence one. Henry’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – he is an entity mate.
Henry’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a warrior.
Henry’s three primary needs were: expression, freedom and security.
There are 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin. ______________________________________________
Though I had about 1.5 hours to showtime, in light of the election results in America and because I simply cannot bring myself to make compromises when it comes to Jazz, I chose not to attend the oppressive brutalism of the Southbank Centre and endure Jamie Cullum apeing Black culture. Fuck that! Besides, I realised on arriving at the hotel that the ticket was for a standing room spot; not with with blistered feet was I going to time-waste. When Whites said fuck you, we are not voting for a Black woman, all bets are off that I’ve got time to suffer stubborn racially predatory boors. Whites were enticed by the spectre of Trump’s Bible, which omits amendments 11 through 17, most importantly, the 13th amendment which promises mass incarceration if not enslavement for American Blacks. Thus, I spent a couple of hours talking to Vanessa, Clive and my spouse whilst icing my sorely battered feet.
Fortnum & Mason, Piccadilly
Rested and with lots of buzz from London’s vibe, I decided at 2215 to head to Leicester Square. Got off the tube into the thick of the Friday night throngs, making my way past the Hippodrome Casino. Outside beneath the marquee was a group of statuesque, beautiful Black women in their mid to late twenties, walking past, I said to the tallest with her back to the street, “You’ve the most beautiful hair!” “Oh thank you!” She had the largest afro of the group and wore the most gorgeous, large silver hoop earrings. As I gingerly walked along, they could be heard howling and remarking at the fact that in the middle of the chill late evening air, I was fanning myself – thanks in part to the side effects of one of the medications which regulates my health well into my seventh decade. I then slipped into the Knatchbulls’ formerly owned Curzon cinema in hopes of seeing Gladiator II; however, it was sold out and I would not likely be able to see it until after midnight. Next stop, the Vue cinemas to attempt seeing Wicked; still no luck. Never mind. I then gingerly ambled to Piccadilly Circus and enjoyed the groovy beauty of Fortnum & Mason then headed back to my Russell Square hotel.
Royal Academy of Art
Next morning, bright and early, I got to Russell Square tube station only to be horrified by the note that read that the Piccadilly line would be closed both Saturday & Sunday; perhaps, I ought to have ventured out to Windsor the day of my arrival. Undaunted, I elected to head by bus to Piccadilly circus and made my way to Lilywhites where I purchased a pair of sneakers and chucked the pair of too tight and heavy, foot-blistering nuisance in the bin. Spent little time at RAA; the Michelangelo was underwhelming and too crowded for my ubiquitously masked comfort – my spouse is 24/7 on oxygen; I can ill afford to become exposed to respiratory contagion.
Iris
Oil on Canvas
1890 Vincent van Gogh
Provenance: National Gallery of Canada
Next stop, Trafalgar Square and the rapturously overwhelming Vincent van Gogh exhibition at The National Gallery. Breathtaking beauty that is each canvas was marred by the fact that there are simply far too many persons currently incarnate. Sixty-one phenomenal works of art by the modern Dutch genius, which must have a market value of at least 2B£. Obviously, it is all about the biggest bang for one’s buck but the heat radiating off the masses moving from salon to salon was at times overwhelming. There could have been a system whereby 50 persons max per salon to allow everyone a good appreciation of each piece. As ever, the tallest persons always have a knack for planting their obstructive frame before a painting and taking their sweet damn time before moving on.
Sketch for a Portrait of Lisa (Sainsbury)
Oil on Canvas
1955 Francis Bacon
This exhibition, next-door at The National Portrait Gallery, because it left me so pronouncedly aware of George Hawken being ‘around’ that it, plus the sheer staggering beauty of Francis Bacon’s genius moved me to tears. This portrait of Lisa Sainsbury, the way her eyes mimic Akhenaten’s end up remarkably resembling singer, Thom Yorke’s delicate beauty; even the colours betray the haunting melancholia of Yorke’s soulfulness. By the time that I left The National Portrait Gallery, I was listening to Radiohead’s 1997 debut album, OK Computer. The movement and emotional brilliance of clarity in each Bacon canvas is humbling in its beauty. This, by far, was the most ravishing drink for the spirit. Also the very posh Milanese couple and family members were grounding to be around; they sung the language, which I studied for two years in high school.
Bacon, Francis 28/10/1909<O>28/4/1992
Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan — fourth life thereat. Francis was in perseveration mode with a goal of rejection. A sceptic, Francis was in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Francis’ body type was Saturn/Lunar.
Francis’ primary chief feature was impatience and the secondary arrogance.
The fragment Francis is fifth-cast in the fourth cadence; Francis is a member of greater cadence five. Francis’ entity is five, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414.
Francis’ essence twin is an artisan, who is extant, an interior decorator and female; his task companion a sage.
Francis’ primary needs were: expression, freedom and expansion.
There are 12 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin. (February, 2018) _________________________________________
Portrait of D. H. Kahnweiler II
Crayon transfer Lithograph
1957 Pablo Picasso
British Museum
Day two of the Piccadilly line being down, and out into the grey-skied chill air, I ventured from the hotel, cutting across Russell Square and proved the first in line on Great Russell Street for the British Museum. Soon, Juan and I were chatting; he is in his eighth decade, enjoying retirement after a career spent at the Prado; he never said what he did. He clearly loved art and came every few months to London where the best exhibitions were to be had. Paris was long passé, Juan declared with a dismissive clipped laugh. After the not very dramatic Picasso print exhibition, I took off for The Japanese Galleries where, as ever, I found centre whilst visiting London. As agreed, we met up in the café, close to the two beautiful totem poles that lord over that sector of the sprawling institution.
Picasso, Pablo 25/10/1881<O>8/4/1973
Michael: This fragment was a seventh-level young warrior — third life thereat. Pablo was in aggression mode with a goal of dominance. A sceptic, Pablo was in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Pablo’s body type was Venus/Saturn.
Pablo’s primary chief feature was exalted arrogance and the secondary greed fixated on accomplishments.
The fragment Pablo is second-cast in the second cadence; Pablo is a member of greater cadence four. Pablo‘s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 6, pod 404.
Pablo’s essence twin is a warrior and his task companion a scholar who was known to him.
Pablo’s primary needs were: expression, freedom and security.
There are 3 past-life associations with Arvin and 1 with Merlin. (January, 2018) __________________________
The Japanese Galleries, The British Museum
Returned to the hotel, I quickly fell into sleep’s welcome embrace. As is habit, I dreamt rather lucid dreams, especially so for being in London. Among those eight dreams in 3.5 hours was a rather lucidly awakened encounter with Prince William and his wife; she was cool, tense and disinterested. I had a distinct impression that her mood was more so to do with their state of affairs than myself or anyone else for that matter. The three of us were the only persons. Catherine who had been stooped to the moist, wet ground was planting clippings. She declined to look when William called after her announcing, “Look who’s here.” When she finally stood up, being clipped, dismissive and took leave of more so him than me, William placed his left palm on the small of my back, caressed me with his left thumb; throughout the dream, I could very intensely smell him. He was calm, centred and without the trappings of his waking persona – numerology, chief features and centre. William is an older soul – sixth mature, who like every one in acceptance was gracious and civil – his father, King Charles III is also in acceptance. I awoke and ventured by taxi to an evening with Vanessa, Clive and two of their four sons. It was a very emotional evening and none of the past 42 years of rich memories, family life and subsequent generations would have unfolded had I not acted on spirit and dreams which assured me that I had to set up Clive and Vanessa on a blind date, a lifetime ago.
St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle
Moments after having spent a good two minutes in reflection, head bowed, facing due north, I quickly took this photo looking eastward. I was not the first to have arrived in the line at Windsor castle on day four, but as everyone ventured towards the castle’s staterooms, I turned westward and briskly walked towards St. George’s Chapel. There was an American family who’d never been before. On entering, they turned right, as I turned left towards the great west doors, en route to pay homage. After a few words with the crimson-garbed cleric, I bowed and meditated. Suddenly, the first dream had of the recently passed Elizabeth II lucidly mushroomed in my mind. The dream reanimated about me as I watched myself walk towards the transitioning astral plane habituée and placed a garment about her, keeping her warm, honouring her richly ennobled life.
King George VI Memorial Chapel (DailyMail)
I came to as the American family, having erroneously wandered off to the Albert Memorial Chapel approached. I took leave, allowing them to visit with the large black Belgian marble slab with bronze inlays that marks where Queen Elizabeth II, Elizabeth, her mother, George VI, her father, Margaret Rose, her sister and Philip, her husband are together entombed. Simple, elegant… poignant.
Freedom. George Michael 1990
Naomi
Well before noon and I was returned to London where I alighted in South Kensington. Small, intimate and the two films that accompany the exhibition leave no doubt in one’s mind that Naomi is a Queen. If weight considerations were not a concern, I would have purchased a few coffee table books from the exhibition. I listened to George Michael’s Freedom for the rest of the afternoon until taking a nap. This tiny exhibition infuses the Victoria & Albert Museum with intense beauty and style.
Campbell, Naomi 22/5/1970 London, England.
Michael: This fragment is a second-level mature artisan – third life thereat. Naomi is in caution mode with a goal of rejection. A realist, she is in the moving part of emotional centre.
Naomi’s body type is Saturn/Mercury.
Naomi’s primary chief feature is arrogance and the secondary stubbornness.
The fragment Naomi is fifth-cast in the sixth cadence; she is a member of greater cadence four. George’s entity is two, cadre four, greater cadre 7, pod 414.
Naomi’s essence twin is an artisan and her task companion is a sage.
Naomi’s primary needs are: exchange, expression and freedom.
There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 4 with Merlin. ____________________________________________
Andy Warhol & Jean-Michel Basquiat. Michael Halsband 1985
Next stop, I was off downstairs at the Victoria & Albert Museum to be thoroughly consumed by the staggering creative legacy of pieces from Elton John & David Furnish’s art collection. Truly arresting and brilliantly impressive, Fragile Beauty is a masterful exhibition. In light of Quincy Jones’s recent passing, the constrictor enrobed Nastassja Kinski photographed by Richard Avedon proved even more captivating. Why have I yet to get the hype over The Beatles? George Harrison and his vibe, I fully get. Hey Jude will ever be a touchstone, but them as a ‘thing’ remains for me utterly elusive. Billie Holiday captured in song proved more captivating than I anticipated. Some shots brought back memories of living in New York City in the early 1980s. Always found Keith Haring’s pheromones off-putting; he moved in the same art circles as dancer turned designer and lover, Attila Isaksen. Smiled at the memory of Attila and I, watching through a skylight Robert Mapplethorpe engaging in S&M at a loft in Chelsea. Our one sexual encounter was intense; I felt overwhelmed by the inordinate looseness of the man. On two occasions he had been leaving the S&M loft upstairs as I came bounding up the stairs to the second storey loft below his friends’. The third time this occurred, he rushed into the loft after me and our tryst was a noisy, feverish business; it was obvious that he was taken by my explosive kinetic energy. The exhibition’s photograph of Mapplethorpe reveals a possessed ghost of the dazzling persona I had encountered in late 1982; clearly, at the time of the photograph, he was being consumed by AIDS. By far, the best photograph of Malcolm X is part of the Elton John & David Furnish collection.
Trial proof of Self-Portrait: Reflection. Lucian Freud 1996
There could be no doubt why the pilgrimage was undertaken. This Lucian Freud exhibition of prints, though, not disappointing, was not the soul-stirring rapture that was the Francis Bacon exhibition at The National Portrait Gallery. I had been hoping to see Kai, Bella and other more notable works. The whippet Hugo was, without doubt, the highlight of the exhibition… at least for me. Feet sore though manageably so, I was returned to Russell Square and a dream-filled nap with one very memorable flying dream.
Freud, Lucian 8/12/1922 Berlin<O>20/7/2011 London
Michael: This fragment was a fifth level mature priest – third life thereat. Lucian was in observation mode with a goal of dominance. Lucian was a sceptic who was in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Lucian’s primary chief feature was stubbornness and his secondary chief feature was that of impatience.
Lucian had a Saturn/Mars body type.
Lucian’s casting is in the fourth position of the fourth cadence in the sixth greater cadence. He is a member of entity six, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – Lucian is an entity mate of both Arvin and Merlin’s.
Essence twin for Lucian is a priest and his task companion is a slave.
The three primary needs for Lucian were: exchange, freedom and power.
There are 17 past-life associations with Arvin and 14 with Merlin. __________________________________________
The Tales of Hoffmann. Royal Opera House
Ah the magic of theatre. Naturally, as the house lights go down, Merlin always falls into my mind. I loved the fantastic elements of the Offenbach opera; so very rich, pandimensional and dream-like. A good seat was mine and adding to the experience was, the man in his early 30s sat next to me. He was possessed of that yearning so common to us the tribe of men. A Briton, he seductively danced as he had since boyhood with his chums. I sat comfortably engrossed in the opera, but was ever mindful of his arm and leg gently, with increasing tension, caressing against mine. By act three, he was sat arms folded his index and middle finger gently caressing my arm. Neither of us had moved from our seats during the second intermission; the date, copine, épouse whomever did leave whilst I sat deeply engrossed in my phone. Rhythmically, his thigh muscle flexing, thus he kept up the dance’s intensity. Though he proved arousing distraction, I was still disturbed after having visited with Vanessa and Clive, the latter clearly not much longer focussed in this world.
The Farnese Hercules. Royal Academy of Art
Last full day in the city where in the 18th century I enjoyed a life (male) at court as a musician. Always indeed, it is good to go home. I was returned to the Royal Academy of Art to finish off my tour of the place. There were, three days prior, too many kids screaming their lungs out. Satisfied, I then crossed Piccadilly and indulged in putting together an F&M hamper of goodies just in time for the holidays. Returned home, I read and rested up for the night ahead.
Tosca, Royal Opera House, Covent Garden
Round two and back for more! Returned was I for a glorious night of Puccini as the most beautiful production of Tosca unfolded. Gloriously improved seating; good to feel the orchestra fully washing over me. This performance was riveting and its staging and design were stellar. During my return from the first intermission, I looked up to where I was sat the night prior. My yearning seat companion leaned forward in his seat to peer down at me. The dance ever endures. The sets were marvellous.
Royal Opera House, Covent Garden
The second intermission and I went outside to make a phone call. Whilst admiring the monstrous Rolls across the street and whose grill is visible in the right corner of the preceding photograph, a concert goer approached and declared that he was alone. Did I smoke? No. Would I like some company afterwards; I had almost forgotten how cocky I used to be when young. My phone buzzed; there was my cue. Silently, I returned across the street and pleasurably relaxed into my seat for Tosca’s final act. Midway through the curtain call, I made a dash for the exit and hung out just inside the stage door for about half an hour then made it to the Covent Garden tube station… alone. Yes, my darling, à la prochaine, London!
Jones, Quincy 14/3/1933 <O> 3.11.2024
Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan – third life thereat. Quincy was in the power mode with a goal of dominance. A sceptic, Quincy was in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Quincy’s primary chief feature was arrogance and the secondary stubbornness.
Quincy’s body type was Venus/Mars.
The fragment Quincy is second-cast in the first cadence. Quincy is a member of greater cadence four. Quincy is a member of entity one, cadre one, greater cadre 4, pod 129.
Quincy’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion is a sage.
Quincy’s four primary needs were: expression, adventure, power and communion.
There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 11 with Merlin. _______________________________________________
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.
Sir Anthony van Dyck, Self-Portrait
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.
Harry 40th Birthday Prince Harry and Here’s to Your Fifth Decade!
Windsor, Henry 15/9/1984 London, England
Michael: This feisty fragment is a fifth-level mature warrior – fourth life thereat – to his sixth-level mature brother, William. Henry is in the power mode with a goal of growth. A sceptic, Henry is in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Body type is Mars/Saturn.
Henry’s primary chief feature is arrogance and the secondary stubbornness.
The fragment Henry is first-cast in second cadence; he is a fragment of greater cadence three. Henry’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418 – Henry is an entity mate of his paternal grandmother, HM Queen Elizabeth II.
Henry’s essence twin is a warrior and he has a scholar task companion.
Henry’s primary needs are: freedom, adventure and exchange.
There are 9 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin.
Past Lives of Note:
Michael: There is long standing rivalry between Catherine and this fragment. Fought in many wars together, 14 past lives of note between Catherine & Henry.
1. This fragment was also present in the 13th century Khan lifetime as the first cousin of the scholar William. He (former Henry) was disruptive at best and had difficulty following orders with a primary chief feature of self destruction and a secondary of greed fixated on independence.
His (former Henry) view of his cousin’s preference of male company was negative at best, and he continues to have strong viewpoints of what he considers moral. Of course, at this time, Henry is working through 4th internal monad issues and has chosen a partner, Meghan, similar to his mother, the late Diana, Princess of Wales through efforts to provide protection that he was unable to do when he was young.
The fragment who is now Catherine was a soldier (male) in the Khan lifetime who also disapproved of this warrior’s (Henry) behavior. Catherine was incidentally a lover of the fragment who is now William, hence the triangulation of this trio.
We will concur here that there are many complexities between the principals in the royal family which is not unusual given their mature soul status at this time.
2. This warrior and his previous relationship with the mature artisan Chelsy Davy of Southern African descent were married and ruled the island of Tonga during a constitutional crisis and reorganization in the 1800’s – King George Tupou I. His temperament was much calmer than it is today due to the choice of acceptance and stoic.
3. Member of a large sailing expedition under the command of Cortés. Spanish. (former Henry) Was cast overboard when he refused to comply with implementing rules of conduct. Died of hypothermia.
*Dec, 2023.
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Context: Coupled with his numerological two 6s, Harry is power mode and a sceptic. He is a very shrewd and deeply complex human. One thing that I have come to know, is that apart from the fact that all gap-toothed Whites having been Black in their immediate past life, when such persons have two such 6s, which has to do with being focussed on their familial iconography, such persons always display a deep affinity towards Blacks. The other prominent gap-toothed White with two 6s who has that abiding affinity towards Blacks is Madonna; they have major issues with familial iconography – Papa Don’t Preach, Like A Virgin, Like A Prayer et al. Madonna, of course, had been Blues/Jazz singer/songwriter, Bessie Smith. There are other famous gap-toothed Whites who were Black in their immediate past life, who are not necessarily focussed with Black culture as such. They are model and actress, Lauren Hutton and the riveting, handsome actor, Willem Dafoe. Harry’s affinity and deep empathy for Blacks is reflected in his having started Sentebale in Lesotho with Prince Seeiso of Lesotho. I will always remember seeing Harry dance in Jamaica and a friend with whom I watched TV before dinner, clapped, laughed and declared, “That Boy’s got soul!”
Prince Harry 15.9.1984 Rat 6.6.1 = 4Madonna 16.8.1958 Dog 7.6.2 = 6
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.
William, The Prince of WalesHM King Henry IV of England
Windsor, Prince William, Prince of Wales 21/6/1982 London
Michael: This fragment is sixth-level mature scholar – third life thereat. William is in observation mode with a goal of acceptance. A pragmatist, he is in the intellectual part of moving centre.
William’s body type is Lunar/Mars/Saturn.
William’s primary chief feature is stubbornness – death of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales, was the triggering event and the secondary chief feature that of arrogance.
The fragment William is third-cast in sixth cadence; he is a member of greater cadence seven. William’s entity is four, cadre one, greater cadre 6, pod 208.
William’s essence twin is a scholar and he has a warrior task companion to whom he is married, Catherine, HRH The Princess of Wales.
William’s primary needs are: exchange, freedom and security.
There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 3 with Merlin.
Past Lives of Note:
Michael: Past lives of note include the following:
1. This fragment was the second in command to the Khan of the Mongol empire and helped explore and deploy wartime strategies, a skill he had developed over time and throughout multiple incarnations. His expertise was that of a cartographer and he put to paper various “options” that could be utilized depending primarily on the weather.
He did not marry or have children and preferred the company of men. This past life occurred during the 13thcentury.
2. Female, head of matriarchy, New Zealand. Fought against the encroachment by Cook, married to Tupaia (sic) and served to assist in negotiations with the invading forces, mid 18th century.
3. Henry IV of England. Highly influential in War of the Roses in his overthrow of the monarchy. Fought for his inheritances. The current warrior spouse, Catherine, was also present as Mary, his first wife. The fragment who is now his eldest son, Prince George, was his daughter, Philippa, who became Queen of Denmark, Norway & Sweden, in this life of note.
*Dec, 2023.
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As Merlin is my task companion and a scholar; it is always good to have dream encounters with William. Regardless his persona in the waking state, like most scholars, he is fairly centred and serene. Always, without exception, he sits comfortably with legs gathered beneath him as is distinctly unique to males on the spectrum or as I recently discovered neurodivergent. He is never hostile and sometimes telepathic. The only other times he has not been thusly sat, was one dream of him on the eve of his mother, Diana, Princess of Wales’ violent departure – assassination, wherein he was asleep in bed. More recently, when he was having rough sex with Catherine where he bottomed and she used a strap on; he was pleasured rather than violated during their sexual play. Of course, this would be owing to his fourth number of 5, which is always about outré sexuality; that too would have harked back to the 13th century past life when serving the Mongol Khan and he was same-sex focussed. Though William has the great goal of Acceptance, it’s opposite or negative pole is Rejection/Discrimination. That means that with a mind set of 9, he would rarely be focussed in acceptance at this point in life, but a discriminating snob, and as we now know a blasted racist boor. The preceding photo of a young William is what acceptance looked like before it withered and was replaced by his hatefulness and he moved to a goal of Rejection.
Elephant mandala created by Merlin for his oldest friend
Incidentally, on the matter of sexuality, I must state that the whole business is rather queer to my perception. Men are perfectly attracted to men and if they weren’t, they’d not be human, as for that matter are women attracted to women. Obviously, a lot of that same-sex attraction is oftentimes triggered by past-life connections that are undeniable and magnetic. The notion of Queer men finding women sexually revolting, is absurd to me. Nothing beats honouring womankind by eating pussy like a famished gilt set loose in truffle patch… grunt, grunt. It is a man’s honour to make the Queen he sexually serves squeal! Alas, just as William when King Henry IV started the House of Lancaster, he seems now destined to start another royal House as he, rather than Harry, seems the obvious illegitimate. At the end of the day, the human body comes equipped four sex organs, your mouth, your anus, and what ever happens to be up front, which for far too many unstable souls is no longer an immutable proposition. Most of all, the fourth and most powerful sex resides between one’s ears; one would be amazed at the countless millions who die, never having known of their fourth sex. For all such persons, they are just goddamn zombies, who aimlessly breed out of season. As for those of us who wear our pussy between the ears, we are never fucked!
HM King Charles III by Jonathan YeoHM King Charles III
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 12th century.
3. Two lives in South America. Not notorious by any means, but known for her intricate designs (Mexico, pottery and Chile, clothing) Her slave role life task had to do with practicality.
4. Roman senator. Dedicated to the people through passing laws that were more favorable through less taxation. This incarnation was during the 2nd century BCE.
*Dec, 2023.
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As Queen Victoria’s daughter, Princess Alice’s short life, to age 35, prepared her for the rather momentous journey in her next life, as Princess Elizabeth, daughter of the Duke of York, later King George VI. As her passing has borne out, this was a very phenomenal human being and a Sovereign who will remain unmatched for centuries yet. It is always exceptionally good to dream of this ennobled soul, to have dreamt of her imminent passing, will remain a highpoint dream of this lifetime, and for me that’s saying a lot! Elizabeth is a cadre mate of Prince Harry, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Prince George, Doria Ragland, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet. Regardless what relation someone is to HLM Queen Elizabeth II, if they are not entity or cadre mates, they will never have had a stronger heart connection to her than the aforementioned people. For example, King Charles in not only not an entity or cadre mate, but he is from an entirely different pod, 404. There is no way that The Queen would have been warmer or closer to Charles than to say, Prince Harry or Meghan; one just knows… we all do. Kindred spirit bond is immutable. Similarly, The Queen would instinctively feel closer to Prince George than to either of his parents, William and Catherine, The Prince and Princess of Wales. Further, the Queen with two 7s in her numerology was a superior empath and would most definitely have been able to observe persons’ aura; this, of course, like all 7s, she would never advertise. Though I don’t know their overleaves, if Pamela Hicks, Lord Louis Mountbatten’s daughter and Zara Tindall are both cadre mates (pod 418) of The Queen’s, she would have had a greater affinity for both rather than King Charles and Queen Camilla, who respectively are in pods 404 and 129 – they are not kindred spirits as it were.
Once more, I share the most uplifting dream which foretold The Queen’s passing and arrival on the astral plane. One of the truly most festive dreams in this lifetime.
Prince Philip 10.6.1921 Rooster 1.7.2 = 1
Mountbatten, Philip 10/6/1921<O>9/4/2021 Greece/Windsor
Michael: This fragment was a fourth-level mature warrior – second life thereat. Philip was in observation mode with a goal of preferred dominance. A sceptic, he was in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Body type was Saturn/Mars.
Philip’s primary chief feature was stubbornness – due to early death of a family member and the secondary subdued impatience.
The fragment Philip is seventh-cast in first cadence; he is a member of greater cadence six. Philip’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 408.
Philip’s essence twin is a warrior and he has a scholar task companion who was known to him.
Philip’s primary needs were: exchange, acceptance and power.
There are 14 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin. _____________________________________________________
As I have had a relatively strong past-life connection with the Late Prince Philip, he has certainly been ‘solid’ in dreams. There is an immediate and strong connection; they have been far-ranging dreams and nothing extraordinary such that one would share herein. Again, like Prince Harry, Prince Philip had very strong overleaves, was also a sceptic and also is a warrior soul.
Windsor, Queen Camilla 17/7/1947 Pig 8.6.9 = 5.
Michael: Yes, this scholar is at the mid-level of the mature soul cycle – third life thereat. Camilla is in caution mode with a goal of growth. A pragmatist, Camilla is in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Body type is Lunar/Venus.
Camilla‘s primary chief feature is impatience and the secondary of arrogance.
The fragment Camilla is third-cast in sixth cadence; Camilla is a fragment of greater cadence seven. Camilla‘s entity is five, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 129.
Camilla’s essence twin is a scholar and the task companion is a warrior.
Camilla’s primary needs are: exchange, freedom and power.
There are 10 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin.
*July, 2017.
Past Lives of Note:
1. This scholar was also present in the Henry life of note, HM King Henry VIII, with her now husband Charles. She was his lover, clandestine. Promises made at that time to bring her “Into the light” (limelight) This promise was brought to bear in the current lifetime as it was not possible at the earlier time. She was maid to Queen Anne Boleyn, who was approving of the relationship.
2. Similar to the theme just mentioned, this fragment followed behind the footsteps of Emperor Yuan, 3rd century CE. Her innate neutrality assisted her in being the “silent partner and support” of her husband.
3. The *task companions Camilla and Charles have also accomplished tasks that include some of the following:
a. Designed habitat in Amsterdam, having to do with waterways that are still being used today.
b. Scribes at the Library of Alexandria prior to its downfall. Helped to preserve documents and catalog information.
c. They have created maps, charts of both land and sea, and these include trade-routes from Europe around the South African Cape.
d. Worked on military uniforms for both practicality and flare – late 18th century.
4. Exemplary harpsichordist who accompanied the child prodigy Mozart. She was also a gifted vocalist and played 4 other instruments.
*One’s task companion is never the same soul type as one’s own; for instance, Charles is a Warrior soul and Camilla is a Scholar. The task companions is 99% of the time in one’s entity; there are times that the task companion may be outside the entity but within the cadre. Then there are cases such as Charles and Camilla where over the course of several lifetimes, during which time they shared positive experiences, there is an agreement made between both souls to be honorary task companions, as the two souls have found themselves a good fit, as it were. Charles and Camilla could only be honorary task companions as they respectively are in pods 404 and 129. Past-life example #3 explores those four times when they served as honorary task companions and accomplished much for the sake of society at large. Incidentally, as scholar souls are adept at being detached from their emotions, it is much easier for scholar soul Prince William to get along with scholar soul Queen Camilla than it is for warrior soul Prince Harry. Loyalty is the hallmark of warrior souls and there is no way that Harry could with William’s ease, compartmentalise the strong emotions, pain and public humiliation that Camilla (fourth number of 5) caused Diana, Princess of Wales, William and Harry’s mum.
Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer 20.5.1964 Dragon 2.7.9 = 9
Spencer, Charles The 9th Earl 20/5/1964 London, England.
Michael: This fragment is a fourth level mature scholar – second incarnation at this level – in the observation mode, with a goal of dominance. A sceptic, Charles is in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Charles has a Saturn/Mars body type.
Charles’ primary chief feature is stubbornness and a secondary of arrogance.
Charles is third-cast in the fourth cadence of the fourth greater cadence, he is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod/node 380 – he is an entity mate of Diana, Princess of Wales’.
Charles has a female scholar essence twin, who has been known to him. Charles’ warrior Task companion is an incarnate elder statesman, living in South Africa.
Charles’ three primary needs are: exchange, security and freedom.
Charles has had 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 4 with Merlin. __________________________________________________
Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer is as steely as they come. Not only is he an entity mate of artisan soul, Diana, Prince of Wales, that would also make him an entity mate of Dodi Fayed, who is also an artisan soul. Charles passionately gave his word before the world at his late sister, Diana, Princess of Wales’ funeral that he would protect William and Harry. Needless to say, William has no use for Charles Spencer. A sceptic, like Harry and Prince Philip, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer will always be there for Prince Harry and his family; this is precisely why on Harry’s return to England to attend, Lord Robert Fellowes’ memorial service, Charles welcomed Harry to stay with him at Althorp, rather than having anything to do with the racist boors who rule the House of Windsor in Queen Elizabeth’s wake.
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Diana, Princess of Wales 1.7.1961 Ox 1.8.7 = 7
Spencer, Diana July 1/1961<O>August 31/1997.
Michael: The fragment who was Diana Frances is a second level mature artisan and was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance, a pragmatist in the moving part of emotional centre.
She had a Lunar/Mercury body type.
Diana’s primary chief feature was stubbornness with a secondary, not of self-destruction but of self-deprecation.
Diana Frances was first-cast in her cadence and her cadence is fifth in the greater cadence. She is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod/node 380.
This fragment’s essence twin is a discarnate artisan and her task companion is a discarnate sage, both of whom are staying near her, waiting for her to become oriented to her situation.
Here we had an artisan with drama in her casting but also with a very deep need to serve both the common and the higher good, which she did with grace, charm and a good deal of conviction.
*Shared September, 1997
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The incomparable Diana, Princess of Wales, as is obvious, is an entity mate of both her brother, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer and Dodi her lover. I do believe that based on her numerology 7 in the fourth position, also solidified by a second 7, she was assassinated. 7 in the fourth position is more likely indicative of a public figure who has been assassinated. Also, when such persons are eliminated, their violent death stuns and has a devastating effect on society. This was also the case for U. S. President, John F. Kennedy whose numerology was 29.5.1917 Snake 2.7.7 = 7. That’s a lot of 7s. He was too great a threat for the powers behind the throne, as it were, and thus was assassinated. Similarly, Diana was removed because she could not be allowed to start a rival court with a Muslim, bare him offspring whilst still the future King Mother. Based on dream insights gleaned, here is how I foresee this all playing out. William will groom Prince George to have a Jewish wife as his Queen Consort. She will in turn will insure that her firstborn is female, thereafter that future female Sovereign will choose a Jewish spouse thus precipitating a name change from the House of Windsor to what seems obvious – William’s choice of a wedding date, and his abrupt cancellation of his appearance at his godfather, the Late King Constantine II of Greece’s service of thanksgiving. At that point, well into the future, it will then be implied that William himself was never a Windsor anyway. The clues are all there, which is precisely why Nicky Hilton was wedded at Kensington Palace’s orangery. All this, further lends credence to the violent opposition to Meghan marrying in so high up the line of succession. The one thing that has always been obvious, is how thoroughly the mere mortals choose to be blind to the truth… facts after all are truth. History will see the eighteenth letter of the alphabet playing a key role in the name change. And you can bet your bottom dollar for all that displacing sea change, racist Britons, too fearful to cause offence, will readily look back in history and blame it all on Meghan… but, of course.
David Mirvish. Diana, Princess of Wales & Ed Mirvish 1991
Back in October, 1991, as part of my annual Toronto Symphony Orchestra subscription, I attended an Emanuel Ax recital. Thankfully, it was short and sweet as his diminutive stature left him bobbing about, which proved irritating for me. I got out of Roy Thomson Hall and noticed that there was a large gathering on King Street West just west of the concert hall on Simcoe Street at King Street West. Soon enough, on learning that Diana, Princess of Wales was at the Royal Alexandra Theatre to see Les Misérables, I hightailed it down the block then across King Street West to the north side and back easterly towards the theatre. I knew that with persons in wheelchairs just beyond the marquee that the Princess would make it for them as they eagerly waited to have an audience with her. I was floored when the Princess emerged from the theatre, there was a deafening frenzy of cheers, a blinding lightning storm of camera flashes. Eventually, she made to the wheelchaired persons beyond the barricades that kept the rest of us in check. She was steely, her eyes were phenomenally blue and doe-like. Dazzling, I was then completely won over when she made it eventually to her limousine. She sat into the car backwards, knees and ankles together, she then did the most graceful port de bras imaginable; she pushed off, swivelled and swung her legs and body into the car, all the while maintaining the elegant line of her long neck.
Diana, Princess of Wales at Toronto’s AIDS hospice Casey House, 1991
Years later, as a dear close friend, the first Gay friend with whom I never once had sex – truly remarkable, came by to help me get situated on my move from Vancouver to Montréal, we talked overlong about Diana, Princess of Wales as Graeme had been visiting me from Toronto at the time of her violent death. Graeme, who was the most truly Boteroesque man imaginable, was a stickler for facts and ever keenly observant. He shared that he thought it was pretty bizarre as he was a keen royalist, less so than his chum, Ms. Kitty Litter – local Toronto drag queen who in the unforgiving world of drag, was said to both smell and look like piss-sodden, shitty kitty litter! They had both attended every visit that Diana ever made to Toronto and were present at Casey House, Toronto’s AIDS hospice, and the Royal Alexandra Theatre and as I recalled, Diana, Princess of Wales once settled into her ride, did put on her seatbelt. Ms. Kitty Litter whom we called and consoled as he was an hysteric mess back in Toronto, swore up and down that there is no way that Diana would not have put on her seatbelt in that car… go figure. Sobbing, Ms. Kitty Litter blurted out, “Oh my god, they’ve killed our angel, I’m telling you. They’ve killed her!” Three years later, Graeme who lived alone with his mum, suffered a heart attack whilst reading the morning’s newspapers on the living room sofa, in tony the Beaches, in the city’s east end. For more than a week, Graeme’s mum left his body on the sofa and kept calling on him to wake up. Needless to say, the city’s social services moved in, as he had no children nor she relations, and took her into psychiatric care – neighbours had raised concerns about the lack of activity and a foul odour. Diana, Princess of Wales had an energy body of 1 and such people pay keen attention to details and are the most cautious, self-aware and leave nothing to chance.
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Dodi Fayed 15.4.1955 Goat 6.1 3 = 1
Fayed, Dodi 15/4/1955<O>31/8/1997
Michael: This fragment was a third level mature artisan – second life thereat. Dodi was in power mode with a goal of submission. A realist, he was in the intellectual part of moving centre.
Dodi’s body type was Saturn/Lunar.
Dodi’s primary chief feature was arrogance and the secondary mild stubbornness.
The fragment Dodi is third-cast in second cadence; he is a member of greater cadence four. Dodi’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod 380.
Dodi’s essence twin is an artisan and his task companion a sage, both of whom are discarnate at this time, though, they plan on reincarnating soon. Dodi is an entity mate of Diana, Princess of Wales’ – there was a mutually facilitating agreement for “unconditional support.” There were 26 past-life associations between Dodi & Diana, Princess of Wales.
Dodi’s primary needs were: expression, freedom and security.
There are 4 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin. _________________________________________________
Summer of True LoveDiana & Dodi
Respectively, The Queen, Harry, Meghan are in entity one of cadre 6, which resonates with slave and priest soul energies which is all about a life that is committed to serving as well as doing so for a higher good. Similarly, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer, Diana, Princess of Wales and Dodi Fayed are in entity one of cadre 6 of their pod, 380 to the others’ pod 418. There is positively no way that Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan would not have gotten along. During their engagement interview with the BBC, Prince Harry said that Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan would have been as thick as thieves in their ease of friendship and he was correct. One thing that is certain about Dodi, for being in the intellectual part of moving centre, there is no way that Diana and Dodi were not passionately involved. Moving centred persons are intensely highly sexed persons and by the time of their assassination, it is highly probable that they were already unofficially engaged, Diana, Princess of Wales was pregnant and it would have been the best fucking sex that both had ever had to that point in their lives. They are entity mates and sex with such persons is truly ecstatic. Furthermore, Diana, Princess of Wales with her two 7s would have definitely seen their aura during sex and there is no way that she would not have wanted to spend the rest of her life with Dodi. Good God they had had 26 past lives together to that point; they were in deep and nothing and no one was going to stop them except, of course, someone immensely richer than her in-laws and his family. Making deals with the devil, is precisely why the little grovelling bastard wailed as he did on seeing Diana, Princess of Wales’ lifeless body in the Paris hospital. He was truly horrified of what a mess he had made of things and how callously he had been betrayed by someone he thought he knew… someone who neither looked up to him nor considered him an equal.
Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11
Windsor, Meghan The Duchess of Sussex 4/8/1981
Michael: This fragment is a mid-cycle mature artisan in the tradition of the deceased mother fragment who was Diana, Princess of Wales – third life thereat. Meghan is in the observation mode with a goal of acceptance. An idealist, Meghan is in the moving part of emotional centre.
Meghan’s primary chief feature is self-deprecation and the secondary of mild impatience.
Meghan’s body type is Venus/Solar.
The fragment Meghan is fourth-cast in the fifth cadence. Meghan is a member of greater cadence four. Meghan is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418 – she is an entity mate of both her spouse, HRH Prince Henry, The Duke of Sussex with whom she shares 20 past lives and also an obvious entity mate of Her Majesty, The Queen.
Meghan’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a warrior.
Meghan’s three primary needs are: expression, acceptance and expansion.
There are 4 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin.
Incidentally, this artisan has been a member of the British royal family twice before. Firstly, as Margaret Beaufort, Countess of Richmond and Derby, she was the cousin of King Henry VI and mother of King Henry VII. As such, she was the matriarch of the House of Tudor. Her grandson was King Henry VIII and her great-granddaughter, Queen Elizabeth I.
This artisan, Margaret Beaufort (former Meghan) in that lifetime was involved in the sacraments of the church, being included in the newly established college system. She founded Christ College, Cambridge and was instrumental with the founding of St. John’s College as well.
Secondly, she was HRH Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany and younger brother to George III, whose father the Prince of Wales, HRH Prince Frederick died before acceding the throne after George II. In that lifetime, the artisan (now Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex) was interested in military structure. He, of course, died young of a then unknown illness but which had to do with dysentery.
Comment on Megxit:
Michael: This is a complex issue and as noted there is a karmic debt owed by Harry to Catherine. As a warrior, Catherine expects strict loyalty from the scholar soul William, her task companion, and this position has influenced the separation at this time.
Catherine and Meghan have also been adversarial when they were members of an aristocratic family, China, 7th century. They each sought power and this discord was continued in a life in Portugal when they were married and the fragment who is now Meghan abandoned the warrior due to war time activities. (Meghan was then male)
Finally, there is strong dominance on the part of Catherine who now disapproves of Meghan’s “celebrity” and is distrustful of her motives. Warrior Harry is loyal to his spouse and this loyalty was part of the motivation for the move to America.
*Dec, 2023.
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Both Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex are emotionally centred members of a very military family where such intensity of emotional intelligence is not the norm; both Diana and Meghan are in the moving part of emotional centre. Emotionally centred persons are usually focussed in the arts, are especially gifted dancers, singers and actors; however, what each one of them is, is the most gifted empaths. This is why Diana, Princess of Wales was deemed the people’s princess. They have the ability, for being emotionally centred, to create magic – they set the tone wherever they are, make you feel loved and can quite literally heal one’s spirit. Again, this is why during the BBC engagement interview, the very astute Prince Harry stated, “And the corgis took to you straight away, for the last 33 years been barked at and this one walked in and absolutely nothing, just wagging tail…” The Queen’s corgis recognised that Meghan was an empath; it is not something that you can fake. Also, the Queen with her two 7s would have clearly discerned the truth of whom Meghan was when presented at court by Prince Harry. The Queen would have keenly taken note of the corgis reaction, she likely would have seen Meghan’s aura which emotionally centred persons can ‘broadcast’ at will. Furthermore more spectacularly than any other senior member of the royal family, Meghan has Venus/Solar body type, which is rare in the extreme. Meghan is the real McCoy!
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 NkrumahHarry Archie Meghan & Desmond Tutu
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.
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.
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)
Michael: This fragment is a fifth-level mature slave – second life thereat. Doria is in the perseveration mode with a goal of dominance. A realist, Doria is in the intellectual part of moving centre.
Doria’s primary chief feature is impatience and the secondary, stubbornness.
Doria’s body type is Venus/Saturn.
The fragment Doria is fifth-cast in the second cadence. Doria is a member of greater cadence seven. Doria’s entity is three, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418.
Doria’s essence twin is a slave and the task companion a priest who is known to her.
Doria’s three primary needs are: exchange, adventure and power.
There are 5 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin.
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As is obvious, Doria is a slave soul – the most populous soul type at 25 per cent of all souls cosmically, is a cadre mate of her daughter, Meghan, son-in-law, Prince Harry, The Queen and both grandkids, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet. Doria, as is obvious, has rather strong overleaves and is a study of poise and graciousness and she has the same slave soul vibe as her cadre mate, Queen Elizabeth II. All these persons, The Queen, Doria, Meghan, Harry, George, Archie and Lilibet are quite familiar with each other; they would have a very rich and varied past-life history. Now it is obvious why during their BBC engagement interview, Prince Harry said of Doria, “Her mum is amazing!” And that she certainly is; Doria, it cannot be stated enough, has truly regal overleaves.
Catherine, The Princess of Wales 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4
Windsor, Catherine HRH The Princess of Wales 9/1/1982
Michael: This fragment is a fifth-level mature warrior – third life thereat. Catherine is in the perseveration mode with a goal of growth. A pragmatist, Catherine is in the moving part of intellectual centre.
Catherine’s primary chief feature is stubbornness and the secondary, arrogance.
Catherine’s body type is Saturn/Mercury/Venus.
The fragment Catherine is fourth-cast in the sixth cadence. Catherine is a member of greater cadence one. Catherine’s entity is four, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 208.
Catherine’s essence twin is a warrior and the task companion a scholar, her husband, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales.
Catherine’s three primary needs are: expansion, power and expression.
There are 10 past-life associations with Arvin and 8 with Merlin.
Past Lives of Note:
Michael: This warrior has held positions of influence in three past incarnations.
1. This fragment was present at the crucifixion of Jesu and served as an apostle known as Matthew in the not entirely accurate version of early history. He was considered evangelical but in our estimation this had more to do with this early young soul’s approach to life which had little room for compromise or discussion.
2. Present at the beginning of the Fall of Rome by the Visigoths in the 5th century. Leader of advancing forces. Second in command to the sage Alaric I. Was wounded mortally by the fragment who is now Harry, The Duke of Sussex (karma) that has not been repaid fully and is part of the current debacle.
3. Samurai. Japan, 1650. Skilled in the art of the bow and horsemanship. Crafted sword and weaponry. Edo period. As the Samurai prestige was reduced, this warrior became a respected diplomat who was adept in contractual negotiations.
The fragment who is now Princess Lilibet was present as his wife who died in childbirth (sixth child.)
*Dec, 2023.
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Launch fire!
Of the current group of royals, Catherine, The Princess of Wales is the most phenomenally powerful. She is truly a powerhouse. As we have ten past-life associations, I dream more of Catherine than any other royal. During her prominent Roman past life, I would most likely to have known her. At the time, I served Alaric I and was instrumental in affecting the outcome of the campaign for having been the one to have invented the giant scaffolds from which catapult firebombs were launched; were it not for those structures, the sacking of Rome would not so quickly have then succeeded. I have dreamt of this tumultuous period more than once. Very intense and ridiculously lucid past-life dreams. Past-life dreams usually begin when you are caught in a flying dream, always at night time and easily at least five thousand feet above the action way below; all at once, as though an eagle going in for the kill, one zooms down into unfamiliar territory. As you move from flight to being ambulatory, one shifts from one’s waking astrally projected current persona to that of the past life being visited. You enter the body of either the male or female former self and the action unfolds over which one has no control. These are always the most exciting dreams.
Windsor walkabout
Catherine has been the catalyst for everything that has gone down in the so-called Megxit. Her powerful overleaves have meant that long before The Queen’s passing, she operated as a rouge agent. Of course, she had license to because she is future King Mother and as such, the most important member of the royal family is Prince George and that would make his mother’s womb more valuable than was The Queen’s. Camilla never factored into any of this; she bore no royal offspring. Everything that has happened has been a testament to how women are groomed from birth to be of no support to other women. Moreover, warrior and king souls are always the dominant partner in any relationship, personal or otherwise. It does go without saying that the one doing the yelling in any relationship, does not have power. Based on her soul type and her phenomenally powerful overleaves, Catherine is a far more potent and powerful human being than is William. Catherine’s numerology only adds to her power. Catherine is also well aligned with the kingdom’s psyche. She has an energy body of 9 and the UK is ruled by 9. Catherine is also in the perseverance mode, with a personal need for power.
Chelsy DavyCressida Bonas-Wentworth-Stanley
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.
William 6th Mature ScholarCatherine 5th Mature Warrior
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.
Harry & Meghan with OprahMeghan & Harry St. Paul’s Cathedral
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!
Dreams are the poetic expression of the soul. 