As Ever, Nothing but Love for Meghan!

With Love, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, Netflix

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: Armani smoking & Anine Bing gold & diamond necklace

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Fall on Tonakela Oil on Panel ©Chuck Beamish 2023
Harry & Meghan Arrive at Project Healthy Minds

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.

Birds Cover the Sun. Lithograph Ed: 31/50 ©1960 Kenojuak Ashevak

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.

Slaves/One 25% of all souls

Artisan/Two 21.5% of all souls

Warrior/Three 17.5% of all souls

Scholar/Four 14% of all souls

Sage/Five 10% of all souls

Priest/Six 8% of all souls

King/Seven 4% of all souls

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!.

Yacht Wintering Lithograph 30/50 ©1984 Christopher Pratt

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.

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4.3.4 = 11

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Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex has the most masterful numbers. She does, indeed, have master numbers: 11. Look at those eyes, the eyes of Queen Mother, to HM King Henry VI, grandmother to HM King Henry VIII and great-grandmother to HM Queen Elizabeth I. She has staying power, thanks to those double 4s and with an attitude of 3, she is renowned for being most articulate and a skilled communicator of the message.

4 – focussed, solid, self-made, resolute, inner-directed, reincarnated with an agendum.

3 – attitude of 3 – gracious living, the great communicator, when one speaks others listen. There is only win-win, failure is never an option for these persons. Incidentally, Ben Mulroney is an attitude of 3, which is why he is a gracious interviewer – non-confrontational. Also, I have noticed that a lot of persons who planned a life in the public sphere tend to have 9 and 3 in their make up, as in both HRH Prince William, Duke of Cambridge and his lovely wife, Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge. Incidentally, these three persons, Ben and the Cambridges would have been very relaxed in each others company and true to her 9 energy body, Catherine would likely have made a dig at her husband along the lines, ‘He certainly has a great head of hair…’ As it is perfectly naturally for straight men to be attracted to each other, they would not be human if they did not, both men would have been pleasantly warmed by the other’s make-up with their similar 9 and 3. Catherine and Ben both are 9 energy body; they would have found each other more than passingly fascinating. Catherine is a warrior which means that she will always be steely; as for Ben, don’t know his overleaves but I am guessing that he is more so on the expression axis rather than not – an artisan or sage soul. In my experience, whereas 9 women can be extremely rude and dismissive, 9 men are reserved and not given to readily passing judgment.

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There is also the matter of Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge being in perseverance mode, which is as unrelenting a foe as you can ever imagine, on top of which she is a warrior. This woman was born to be Queen Consort and that’s the end of that, there will be no Camilla rewriting the script. Interestingly enough, both Diana, Princess of Wales’ sons are wedded to very strong women – as well they should be. In both cases, both couples are entity mates, which is as good a partnering as one can hope for. Meghan, however, with double 4s and master number of 11 is here to rule as when previously she had as Queen Mother and Tudor dynasty matriarch.

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Not only is 11 a master number but it also leaves all such persons lone wolves, regardless how popular they are. This explains why Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex will faster-than-a-sneeze dispense with persons when need be. And yes, she has every damn right to be done with the blasted dreck that do not know the meaning of family: honour, fealty, discretion. I am, where the master number 11 is concerned, just such a person… 2.1.8 = 11. Of course, like Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge that attitude of 1 means that I am more inclined to be shy and reserved than ‘on’. At least that was the rule when Merlin was incarnate and we were together. Now, more of the 11 comes to the fore and I simply give two-fucks and sound off loudly and most articulately.

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Recently, owing to a host of prickly transits, to say nothing of the mercury retrograde, I have found myself beset with some entanglements that have provoked the less polished side of my Venus/Uranus conjunction. This all began around the time that I wrote the blog about that blasted tarbaby frog finally showing his true colours. I had no less than 8 French Canadians getting up in my business, demanding that I delete aforementioned blog and that these were the indiscretions of youth. Bitch please! After having lived in Montréal for seven years with the best task companion/comrade-in-arms an equally seventh level mature soul, though, she a warrior, we gave as good as we got. Of course, said warrior became my wife at Palais du Justice on Bob Marley’s birthday in 1999. Today, we remain the best of friends and she now he, has a fully beard than I have ever sported…. alas, I digress. A couple of weeks ago, I was being regaled by my sister who lives in Nevis about my mother’s cousin whose funeral it was that day. She died at age 107 and was attended by quite the turn out with le tout Nevis’ elites in tow. Though I have never met, her great-granddaughter was part of the descendants who eulogised the grand dame; that great-granddaughter was Mel B (Scary Spice) of Spice Girls fame. I have though several times met my fathers cousin, the inimitable and truly regal, Cicely Tyson, wife of Jazz genius, Miles Davis a man who did not gladly suffer people who hate him or his race…. as well he damn ought to have.

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As I entered the little school in my neighbourhood, a spry spirit who always is good for a laugh, beamed on seeing me as he sat on his scooter with equally situated mates and inquired, “And who will you be voting for?” to which I shot back, “You can damn well bet it won’t be for no blasted motherfucking, cocksucking tarbaby-arsed frog!” raucous laughter peppered the air as I went in and voted conservative for the first time in my life. Enough of that sissy-arsed twat, who is nothing more than Modi’s pappishow with his displaced femme au foyer, fag-hag frau, Madame Plotte-Visage herself, who looks more and more each day like Tammy Faye Bakker. You don’t like black people… go fuck yourself… god only knows, you did not invent Jazz!

Days earlier en route home with my little suitcase in tow, I got up off the bench to take the Wellesley 94 bus eastbound to my art-filled lair. The bus pulled in and queerly parked such that the back door was a good three feet away – I have never seen the appeal of metric… nothing beats knowing whether you are dealing with 9.5 or 10.5 inches! Though my suitcase was too heavy, I was prepared to step off the platform to make for the rear doors, yet, the doors did not open. Finally, I joined the Dravidian male who had been waiting to board the rear doors as well. When I got to the front door, noisily pulling my suitcase, I looked up stunned as the doors slammed shut just as I was getting ready to board. The doors then opened after the driver looked at me with a smug smirk creasing her lizard-lipped face. I got in and as ever, I said thank you. As I progressed towards the double seats by the rear door, the bus suddenly broke, causing me to lurch forward. Taking it all in stride, I opted not to assume anything by this trio of events which most blacks would see after the third incident as being racially provocative. Up the couple of steps I got with my heavy suitcase; this only made me realise my advancing years as suddenly the urge to pee came on. I had switched from Bleu par Chanel a couple of years back when senior leak suddenly meant that after five minutes Bleu fades and gives way to god forbid that most malodourous of bouquets: loud-smelling, dribbled piss. Now it is Christian Dior’s Sauvage as the scent lingers and dissipates any provoked thoughts of raunchy water sports.

Having made my way to the back seat, there were all told less than a dozen souls on the bus. On arriving at the first stop from the station, the driver got up at Church Street. I thought that there must be someone wheelchair bound, trying to board, hence she got from her seat to assist. As I was otherwise engaged in thoughts libidinal and what I’d like to do with that burly mesomorph at work, whose woman just upped and left him, I remained focussed on artisan channels 3 to 5 instead. Just then, I noticed the bus driver step up the two steps and make it towards me, seated at the centre of the bus’ long back seat. Leaning her, her nasty-looking perm straight out of the 90s, she gruffly barked at me in a manner that suggested that couth had ever been foreign to her. “Look, everybody has bad days okay. There’s no need to swear at me.” I said nothing, looking instead past her as the thought occurred to me that the bus was being driven by duppy incarnate. Since my name ain’t Shaneequa, I remained calm and looked up at a face warped uglier by rage, which I also found uncomfortably too close. I was hemmed in. “Get off my bus or I call the police!” As I chose to say nothing or move a single muscle, she got even more incandescent with irrationally unprovoked rage, “That’s it get off my bus now, I’m calling the police!” As she turned to walk away, it gave a good look at her flat-arsed, no-calved god fugly hideousness and I got up and began making it for the bus’ front doors. As I slowly strode for the front doors, I expertly memorised her bus ID and every detail of slender hipped, extra-vertebrae-looking alien body and realised that she was likely trans; either way, just then a definite non sequitur. For once, I said nothing on exiting and as I really needed to pee, thought of hailing a cab when noticing another bus directly in back of the scene of my misadventure. I got aboard, said hello to the driver, a guapo Filipino and grabbed a seat on the even less populated bus. Also, I memorised the ID information associated with his bus. On exiting the bus, as per usual, I said thanks and exchanged pleasantries. As soon as I got situated at home, with Buster on my lap purring away, I took to the TTC’s site and chose the tab that allows for filing complaints. In exquisite detail, as well you are I shared what occurred and confidently knew that at no point would any of the bus’ cameras capture me saying anything to the female driver. She is, as per her contract, never to leave her seat nor confront a passenger. I have never seen her since.

Well in the grip of Mercury retrograde, I strolled into one of many little joints which I love frequenting as I like chatting with the proprietors and in the process, giving them my business. On close to a decade of frequenting this particular store, where I picked up a lottery ticket or two, my bike was leaning against the row of sugary treats, I turned just in time to see an old weathered hag out on Yonge Street beadily gawking in and cutting her hateful eyes at me. Possessed of some right afforded her by god only knows fuck-all whom – the blasted motherfuck, she bounded into the store, well into her ninth decade and looking and smelling of ill-health and poverty, “Get that goddamn bike outta here.” I was wearing my helmet with lights attached front and back in broad daylight as one does. Without so much as missing a beat, I launched into her with a ferocity, she likely had never before encountered, which is why she felt perfectly entitled to take such liberties. “Get your fucking ugly arse out of here, go the fuck to Wal-Mart make your way to the back of the store and tell them I sent you to put a down paying on your fucking casket as you are obviously too fucking poor to afford to die all this time…” Never having had her racially predatory behaviour challenged before, she stood there suddenly catatonic. “Go on, here you go, start that fucking down paying today…” with that, I tossed the few coins in my pocket at her feet and barged on in full throttle loud, vituperativeness. “Pick it the fuck up, high time your fucking ugly, broke arse and casket were lowered into the ground. Come in here opening your motherfucking lizard-lipped mouth, barking at me. Pick it the blasted motherfuck up and crawl the fuck in your casket.” She tried to weakly say something to which I kept up my defense against being racially preyed on, “Shut up and die, go on… scoot. There’s no need for your fuck-all ugly, broke arse, smelly cunt hanging around… get the fuck off the planet.” Never ever during a mercury retrograde will this venus-uranus leo hold his tongue when being racially preyed on. Faster than the loudest sneeze, I rammed my fist up her rotting arse, yanked and ripped at her calcified soul, pulled it out, wiped arse with it, then slapped her silly in the face before making her gag on a soul being held hostage by her useless maudlin existence. I have become so less inclined to tolerate this perpetual abuse which we as blacks endure on a daily basis yet pretend as though it does not exist. There are, though, times when you need to protest. Back in 1988 after meeting Wayne Robson’s firstborn, as I moved south down the west side of Bond Street to go visit Merlin at St. Michael’s Hospital who was suffering his first bout of AIDS-related pneumocystis, I screamed at the top of my lungs at an old Caucasian female who on noticing me began hurriedly crossing to the east side of Bond, “I don’t want your fucking handbag…” Never ceases to amaze the arsenal of behaviour that non-blacks project onto us as they get their racially predatory fix: sniffing, outright ridicule, dragging feet, yawning, bumping into you, blowing cigarette smoke in your direction… those are the passive racially predatory acts. More often, it is like that act in the convenience store, so racially obsessed that one feels oneself perfectly entitled to project that ignorance in a malicious, accusatory, bullying manner towards blacks. Indeed, ever notice the inordinate number of overweight blacks; they like all persons who were sexually preyed on in their early years more often than not develop eating disorders.

With Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex’s lynching daily in print media, social media and just about everywhere else, I have become increasing intolerant of any and all such BS. Do not because I am black start, apropos of fuck-all nothing, braying about how much you hate and can’t stand that Meghan bitch as if the blasted fuck these arsewipes know the woman. Out of the blue someone whom I thought had long made the only logical move viable to her sorry arse and crawled into her casket, called up trying for the nth time to get me to start today and join that pyramid scheme of hers for which she is ever travelling to some rah-rah seminar and on the cusp of getting rich yet still ain’t and needs you to join this very day; this, I can assure you, is about as appealing as trying to get me to bed some moneyed old fuck with a micro penis and bad breath. Nah… I’m all about the dharma.

Last summer everyone called up, demanding to know if I were not going to the Raptors championship parade. Hell no! Crowds you say… not happening. The day of the parade, I kept being called up by excited friends, asking me if I was watching and wasn’t it phenomenal. Very matter of factly, I declared to one, “When these fucking Goys do Yom Kippur, they certainly do know how to go all out.” Of course, after having explained myself days later at a dinner party, the point was well taken. This is a country with soft ethnic cleansing of blacks: negative immigration and population growth, a entrenched history of employment discrimination, which sees blacks being ghettoised in casual positions in the work place, especially at crown corporations (government-owned) – I have worked at two: Canada Post and the Toronto Convention Centre; in the case of the former, I arrived in Montréal from Vancouver to find myself the first full-time black in the work place; as fighting is nothing but foreplay in my books, I organised a lone Haitienne and got her to file a Human Rights complaint which she won. This resulted in back pay and all the mostly Haitian blacks awarded full-time and back pay where they had served as casual for 5, 10, 15 years. Naturally, the messenger/lightning rod always comes into someone cross-hairs. At one point, where they tried firing me the local union president told me to go to hell and go back to Canada; thus, I ventured into my firing interview with a lawyer in tow – had never happened before and was not then fired after multiple frantic calls to Ottawa to find out how to deal with him. Before being fired, that blasted porcine pequiste fucker decided to avail himself of my tax dollars by running in the federal election, thankfully he did not win but when he tried two years later, I wrote to Jack Layton who had frequented our Cabbagetown home in the 80s when we lived next door to a rather parvenu and highly snobbish Alfred Sung and informed Mr. Layton that if he did not withdraw that vile racist, my lawyer and I would go to the media and expose him – the letter of course was cced to all the other federal party leaders. In the end, the Bloc Quebecois thanked me for the letter and ran a black Haitienne in the riding from which the union head was summarily dropped and that Haitienne, Ms. Bardot won her seat, only to be replaced in Papineau riding by that blasted, racist tarbaby-arsed frog… but I digress. Two million persons cheering on black excellence when this is a country that actively eradicates any participation of blacks in its cultural fabric – hello JazzFM where you would be dismissed as stupid for thinking that Jazz is black culture. Sure, there are window-dressing blacks in the TV medium but they are not the norm. Not a single prominent Canadian protested and demanded that the vile racist politician resign when his blackface past emerged. Naturally, his people stridently argued in his defense. Would that these ungrateful fucks who hold the country to ransom would finally fuck off and leave. No one outside of Québec, who does not work in the government, is remotely bilingual. Seven years of living in Montréal made one thing perfectly clear: theirs, by its sheer ubiquity is nothing more than a northern confederate flag… and they certainly are possessed of unapologetic xenophobia. The only people deserving of having a party in the Canadian parliament, which not all Canadians can vote for, are the First Nations and Inuit peoples.

Back in late 1982 whilst Merlin and I held up in the Trockadero loft in Manhattan’s Chelsea on Sixth Avenue below 23rd Street, I got in one evening after looking at rehearsal of the Nanette Bearden Dance Company, to find Merlin having dinner and strategising with Jim Henson. As they shared the same agent, Joyce Ketay, they were prepping and throwing around ideas for how to thematically film the series, Fraggle Rock which would be shot in the coming new year in Toronto at CBC’s studios. Merlin had made his favourite dish a chicken paprikash which John Hirsch had taught him. Joining them, I dug in to what was my favourite of Merlin’s prepared meals. I will always remember Jim saying, “first you start with a compliment and then you hang back and listen, listen to what’s said but most of all, what is not said…” Sage advise that I have always followed. What I love about us artisan souls is that we always reveal our nature and the fact that we input on five channels whenever we speak. Listen to Naomi Campbell in her acceptance speech for the CFDA Icon Award. Straight out of left field in the tenth minute, she remarks, “God my lips are dry… sorry.” No other soul but an artisan soul would shift subjects so abruptly so seamlessly and carry on without so much as missing a beat. This quirk of ours, mine, Naomi, Meghan and every last artisan soul who has ever breathed, makes for a master tactician and someone not easily understood or shaken. With a destiny number that proves master numbers like Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, she is a 11 – she is a diamond through and through and why HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales refers to her as Tungsten.

As ever, life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Bullocks! That Is Not A Fucking Clit!

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Game show host: Famous Quotes.  “Bullocks!  That is not a fucking clit!” 

Game show host: Contestant, respond either A or B to which you think is the correct answer.  Who was this said about when seen naked for the first time by her future husband, was it A. Vicereen Bianca of Trenchtown or B. Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex? 

Contestant: A! 

Game show host: Right, you are!  

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From Alanna Plattapuss, to Pierre-Karol Gorgon, all week long they and the OTT vicereen – she of none-too-dubious gender and the likely need for a surrogate’s services, carped on with their usual vitriol against, Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex.  Just imagine the temerity of the Trenchtown sketel, likkle jagabat rass, carping on about Meghan not being royal and a hustler who needs a new act and all that, commandingly boomed with the rolling vowels and vulgar cocksucker mouth to boot.  Then by the end of that week, along rolls the weekend full of karmic retribution et voilà Lord Porchester’s sprog was back in the news for those proclivities of his that has him favouring veal and other minor fare.  

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Diana, Princess of Wales gave good face; she went in, shook hands, did the doe-eyed routine and sold millions of copies to say nothing of raising funds.  I was in London’s Chelsea the night in June 2017, having just returned from Covent Garden where I discovered, Natalia Osipova, when what sounded like several fire trucks, raced through the streets of West London. 

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The next morning as Grenfell dominated news everywhere on the tube, I watched as first HRH Prince William, Duke of Cambridge followed after by HM The Queen, visited the site of the horrific towering inferno.  Soon enough, having done their duty, they were gone.  

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Will someone please ask that blasted cross-dresser, masquerading as a woman, toff or god forbid royal, what is not admirable, to say nothing of royal about Meghan, Duchess of Sussex?  First order of business, after having so handsomely given good theatre as she commandingly ascended the west steps of St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle to join her warrior-souled entity mate, HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex with whom she has enjoyed relations in 20 past lives, Meghan goes and meets with the victims of the Grenfell Tower tragedy. 

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Now, here is where she goes one better and is the true evolution of all that Diana, Princess of Wales represented, she not only meets with them, however, she devises a scheme whereby those victims can experience a continued sense of community and in the process, she created a cookbook which as part of her charitable endeavours, has greatly assisted these victims in need.  Say what you want, but Diana, Princess of Wales never did any such thing.  A copy of said cookbook has repeatedly sat on my kitchen counter as I have prepared meals from those recipes.  

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Yet, there is that blasted jagabat, Vicereen Bianca as pompous and full of shit as they come, hopping on the bandwagon in hopes of earning a few more pence so she can go shopping at Poundland to fill Castle Chav, for which she plays chatelaine whom no one on Avenue Foch to say nothing of Kensington Palace Gardens could care less about.  With that cookbook, Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex did something that Diana, Princess of Wales and no other royal before her had pulled off or could, she effectively greatly humanised and endeared the royals to not just the Muslims of the Commonwealth but to the 2.5 billion Muslims the world over.  Too, it matters with her biracial ambiguity that Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex is able to fluidly straddle ethnic, racial and religious lines where others in the royal family cannot.  

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Someone please remind Vicereen Bianca, Monsieur Gorgon et al who are so quick to racially foam at the mouth that after having been booed at Royal Albert Hall and Princess Michael of Kent, having sported the blackamoor brooch to The Queen’s Buckingham Palace Christmas lunch in 2017, all the more reason why Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex would require being sat alone with her two friends at Winbledon without having persons close to them so that she can enjoy a social situation without having the average garden variety bigot make cutting, racially predatory remarks about her for being within earshot.  If you think that this is something which every black does not endure on a daily basis then you are free to go outside and see the Virgin Mother in the next cloud formations – funny how these delusional people never see comeback pussy when cloud-gazing,  

Never once have Gorgon, Vicereen Bianca, Plattapuss et al made mention of that outright racist attack on the part of Princess Michael of Kent.  First of all, for her deliberate racist action, she should not have been suffered at what also happened to have been a black wedding on May 19, 2018.  Not only did she not represent, by her racist attack, HM The Queen, HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, HRH Princess Anne, Princess Royal but she did not represent her husband, HRH Prince Michael of Kent and his mother, Princess Marina and her family the Greek and Yugoslav royals.  For god sake, stop claiming to know what Diana, Princess of Wales would have thought or how she would have gotten on with Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex when she, Vicereen Bianca cannot produce a single photograph of herself and the late Diana, whose son, Meghan’s loving husband, ought damn well to know more than the fabulist royal, to say nothing of arch-fantasist, or any other racially predatory, vile, obsessed arsehat.  

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With Jeffrey Epstein once again white hot in the media, far be it from Vicereen Bianca of Trenchtown, Alanna Plattapuss and snivelling pompous racial predator par excellence, Pierre-Karol Gorgon who has conspicuously fallen catatonic with revelations of rather unseemly behaviour becoming of royals from the Earl Porchester’s minor proclivities and the minor royals’ being pimped out by crass parvenu fare from the Far East.  Just imagine the field day these clowns would have if it were Harry & Meghan?  Funny how they have all fallen silent.  What a shame that Madame Safra did not expediently have Vicereen Bianca dispense with as so resoundingly Mr. Epstein has been.  Alas, why should Madame Safra have when the Vicereen Bianca herself is fucking nobody…. let her live and suffer… indeed, a fate far worse than Epstein’s…. Poor, pompous miserable-arsed Vicereen Bianca über poseur (definitely not poseuse) having to drag arse through life in search of that can’t-come-soon-enough casket of hers.  

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All their racially predatory braying, regardless how much they protest it having anything to do with race – the cowards never concede the obvious, this has all been seen before.  The same mass hysteria Doria Ragland was familiar with in the 70s as the racial predators foamed and raged at bussing in Massachusetts.  Earlier, too, in the 60s, just as now with Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, Doria would remember the water canons and dogs in George Wallace’s gallant South.  

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Just know this, no matter how much you vilify, demonise and slander Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, she is going nowhere.  Social media and the amount of open racist animus that is directed Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex’s way is not in the least surprising.  Social media is merely an evolution of behaviour on the part of non-blacks when privately looking at television.  One of the things I realised and it was something that Merlin actually pointed out to me when we were in the early days of our relationship in Manhattan: when whites are looking at television and someone black appears on the screen, their response will 9 of 10 times be negative.  This can run from simply turning the channel, leaving the room or simply engaging in conversation and ignoring the television such that the black person on screen simply is not heard.  There is nothing more infuriating than trying to look at a live television concert or event, like an awards show and the moment someone black walks out on stage, the negative noise pollution starts up.  At one dinner party, on the Upper West Side, Merlin had invited Frederick Jones to come along as Merlin met with a set designer friend of his.  Every time that someone black appeared on screen, the character assassination would kick off.  Of course, it did not take too long before gifted milliner, Frederick Jones simply got up and walked out as more yapping ensued when Gladys Knight and the Pips began singing.  At this point in life, I never look at television, when rarely I do, in the company of non-blacks; it is simply not worth the ghettoised racialised response, which manifests each time.  

She, Meghan, and more importantly her soul when incarnate as Margaret Beaufort, not you Vicereen Bianca of Trenchtown, Pierre-Karol Gorgon et al made possible Christ’s College Cambridge and St. John’s College Cambridge as a result of her soul’s effort in a past life.  For being a fierce feminist in that illustrious past life as Tudor matriarch, mother of King Henry VII, grandmother of King Henry VIII and great-grandmother of Queen Elizabeth I, has a women’s college, Lady Margaret College, Oxford in her honour been established.  Nothing you do here and now can invalidate that soul’s past accomplishments, no more than it can prevent her soul’s agendum in this lifetime.  

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Of course, it is understandable that with the discovery of King Richard III’s remains in 2012 with their reburial at Leicester Cathedral in 2015, we would discover that William Shakespeare’s portrayal of Richard III as the hunchback monster was misguided.  Indeed, it is not coincidental that Richard III would resurface within a couple of years of Meghan Markle’s ascendancy.  Meghan’s soul, then Margaret Beaufort in her bid to secure the supremacy of the Tudor claim, had Richard III demonised.  Now returned, and also mid-cycle mature-souled, Meghan finds herself beset with open animus.  As much as this is in part due to rabid open racial animus, let’s not avoid facts, it is also because mid-cycle mature lives tend to come with a bit of self-karmic drama and some degree of infamy.  

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For having slandered Richard III, returned here Margaret Beaufort’s reincarnated soul, who is now now Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, finds herself despite her considerable accomplishments when Margaret Beaufort, opposed and rejected.  Nonetheless, she is possessed of a Venus/Solar body type, which means that she will, in time, transcend the current open animus and prove immensely popular and well-loved.  Moreover, another mid-cycle mature-souled member of the House of Windsor happens to be Camilla, HRH Duchess of Cornwall.  She too, owing to whatever went down in past lives, relative to this one, has seen her tried by fire, vilified and demonised; yet, she has handsomely weathered the storm of rabid gutter snipes being bitter bitches to emerge as one of the most loved, warm, august-souled royals.  What’s not to love, she champions literacy, literature and hands out the Man Booker Prize each year!  

All that aside, no matter how these race-baiting agitators vent, rant and instigate, they will change nothing.  Their campaign has been so doggedly juvenile and at every turn, they fail.  It all began with the Straight outta Compton missive and it has been one racially charged attack, assumption, innuendo-filled report after another.  All have been transparently specious: There will never be an engagement; The Queen would never allow it.  Then, indeed, when it happened, HM The Queen was dismissed as clearly demented.  Meghan is not fit to be a royal.  She has been married three times before.  She is actually 41.  Samantha is secretly raising her bastard child.  She is just a z-list actress.  She is a yacht girl,  She was not properly vetted.  She is a narcissist.  She is vile; how could she not speak to her father?  Doria is a felon and was imprisoned.  She abandoned her dogs.  She was living with Corey and seeing Prince Harry.  I hate Prince Harry.  Oh Harry what have you done?  All that The Queen has worked for!  That was not a royal wedding.  All that gospel crap and all the celebrities; it made a mock of royal weddings.  There was clearly tension in the marriage when Meghan brushed off Harry whilst sat in the quire at HRH Princess Eugenie’s marriage.  Eugenie’s was a real royal wedding.  Meghan’s dress was a disgrace and it did not fit.  

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Days after having decided that there was trouble in the Sussexes’ marriage, there was the announcement of the pregnancy; this was readily followed by Meghan being attacked: she is selfish and narcissistic, for having announced the pregnancy at Eugenie’s wedding; this of course when they had no idea when the rest of the Royal family was informed of the pregnancy.  She bleaches her skin.  None of those celebrities at her wedding know her.  It was the worse wedding ever; definitely, it was not a royal wedding.  All that money on clothes and she never looks good; they are all ill-fitting clothes.  Thank god, she is such a terror that the queen has banished her to Frogmore Cottage, right next to Wallis Simpson’s grave.  Prince William can see through her.  She has caused nothing but trouble in the royal family.  They need to be banished.  She is Wallis Simpson reincarnated (never mind that you first have to die before reincarnating; Wallis died in 1986, five years after Meghan’s birth.  Moreover, there is usually anywhere from 15 to 30 years, roughly twenty before most souls reincarnate).  Harry doesn’t smile anymore.  Harry is lost.  Harry is pussy-whipped.  She is not pregnant.  Pillow gate.  Stop clutching that bump.  There is a pillow, see how it moves.  She is not pregnant.  She is definitely using a surrogate.  Oh my god, she is writing notes on the bananas, who does that?  Who does she think she is?  Thank god William was born first.  Kate is a real princess.  Catherine is pure class; never puts a foot wrong.  

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This campaign of race-baiting and hatred is but a macrocosm of the microcosmic dynamic which is acted out in families all too often.  A perfectly balanced child is projected onto and bullied into fitting into some ascribed persona within the family’s iconographic dictates.  Bob the little devil or Miranda the little Lolita when in fact, these archetypes have nothing to do with the subject of the projection.  Daily attack articles and specious speculative articles in the print medium to further incite the public to hatred changes nothing.  Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex is phenomenally popular across the Commonwealth, in particular amongst blacks.  This need to vilify Meghan is rooted in the collective psyche of white tribalism, which feels itself tasked with having to remain top baboon as it were as the white population in Western Europe contracts and is further stressed by the burgeoning Islamic population in its midst.  This need to play soap opera with the royals is part and parcel of that dynamic need to be on top… and always winning,  One must ever be in control and be first, better than and all that maya.  This is why Simon Cowell has become phenomenally wealthy; he is simply tapping into the tribal zeitgeist.   Cowell knows damn well that regardless how good a singer is, he can depend on the predominantly white audience be it in America or the UK to choose a white contestant over a non-white any and every time.  This phenomenon precisely is why Jennifer Hudson did not win during the year that she appeared on American Idol.  There is a grudging need to bar, hamper and eclipse the non-white other, in favour of one’s own.  If this truly racialised paradigm existed in the 1960s, there would have been no Aretha Franklin, no Patti Labelle, Chaka Khan et al – simply too black.  Indeed, in this racialised caste system, the global paradigm does exist just as much as the current environmental collapse such that were Henry to have chosen a Chinese, East Indian or Jewish bride, though, there would have been pockets of disapproval, it would have been comparably muted at best and nowhere near the lynch mob intensity that animus towards Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex has become, thanks in large part to the orchestrated propaganda produced by racially predatory boors like Pierre-Karl Gorgon, Alanna Plattapuss and Vicereen Bianca of Trenchtown.  

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Of course, in all of this, they keep focussing on Meghan as they are so perplexed by the rumbling tectonics in the Cambridges’ marriage.  Recently at the revived King’s Cup Regatta 2019 at the Isle of Wight, there was Catherine being her steely warrior-spirited self.  After receiving her wooden spoon for placing last, the female who placed second along with William her husband, took to the stage and on receiving her champagne tried to get next to William and in a move that was pure warrior canny, Catherine shimmied with lightning ease into place and thereby blocked the woman from getting close to ‘her’ man.  Throughout their stay on the stage William made no mistake about telegraphing how utterly disinterested and fed up he is, having to be stuck with Catherine.  Naturally, none of this will ever be reported by the likes of Pierre-Karol Gorgon, Alanna Plattapuss, nor will there be another shrill blast from the pompous ass, Vicereen Bianca of Trenchtown herself (himself).  Every warrior is the dominant partner in any relationship and Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge is no exception that is why I am fully confident that she will fare better than Diana, Princess of Wales did; moreover, Diana an artisan was doing battle with her warrior partner, HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales. 

William is immensely innately arrogant for being a scholar and his astrological stellium and his attitude number of 9 are precisely why in the above clip, he does not bow to HM The Queen.  He sees himself as a Sovereign – as in all time is present; since he will be sovereign in the future, simultaneously he is sovereign in the past since birth and now.  William with an attitude of 9 is incapable of not holding grudges and he very likely regards both his father and paternal grandmother as having been complicit in his mother’s demise.  

William like every scholar incarnate will wander but he will always be miserable being with Catherine because she will suffer no Camilla, HRH Duchess of Cornwall – herself a scholar soul.   This is why though things got a little too chummy at Houghton Hall, it will only ever be whispered about; the chatelaine of Houghton Hall will never displace Catherine as future Princess of Wales.  Try coming between task companions and good luck with trying to displace that task companion, who happens to be a warrior – not happening.  

In the meantime, William will just have to merrily go roving along as is his scholarly and princely wont to find other prey.  Just as Melissa Percy had no intention of sharing either her man or her bed, so, too, strong-willed, warrior Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge will never be dislodged by another.  Thus Thomas van Straubenzee is on to marriage number two, which will no doubt leave William with continued full access to both his loyal public school special chum and Thomas’ blissfully unaware blonde walker.  

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Fascinatingly enough, as the days drift by after Jeffrey Epstein convenient expiration, there is a gnawing, burgeoning silence as that vile, toxic bigot remains conspicuously silent, News of the World vile snob and bigot, Gorgon.  Please dear god, let his name appear just once somewhere in association with Jeffrey Epstein,  The Trump-loving, nasty racist parasite… just one photograph; that is all it takes to have the tables turn on that fucking nez brun, snivelling twat, Pierre-Karol Gorgon.  These racial predators who use the print medium to race-bait as they know law number one being, familiarity breeds contempt.  Yes, indeed, every day multiple scathing articles against Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex.  

What more proof does one need that these gutter snipes are purely racially focussed in their agendum of attacking Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex?  Somehow, the very real spectre of paedophilia raises its can’t- shake head and not a peep out of these persons, who so claim to love their venerable institution, the Monarchy.  How or when pray tell has Meghan been a paedophile or when did she take funds from crass, foreign parvenu fare?  No indeed, not a single winded turn, grandstanding with faux indignation of Meghan being unsuitably common and a dark blemish on royalty that must not be suffered overlong.  

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Indeed, this is a civilisation where one does not have to think; you are simply groomed to form opinions on anything.  Naturally, it is a culture that prides itself on being negative; one sees being negative as a good thing.  After 60 years of television, the same negative, readily racially predatory animus towards blacks had a new outlet in being able to comment, anonymously no less, on the internet – just as one has done for 7 decades in the privacy of one’s home when looking at television.  With Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex, we have reached a new plateau in mob rule… Indeed, it is a new form of lynching wherein Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex has become surrounded by a forest of burning crosses as these non-blacks in their lust for blood and addiction to hate have never been more ecstatic.  And everyone of these people will let you know that it has nothing to do with race and they all, for one being black, have to mention out of the blue how, they can’t stand or they just hate that Meghan. 

Who has time for anything but apathy when seeing Notre Dame Cathedral ablaze indeed.  Enough of giving a damn; no more of this Pray for Paris fare on social media… just not worth it.  The week following the Jeffrey Epstein suicide, homicide – you decide – old Gorgon goes into hiding and is conveniently on a break – goodness knows, unless he is in hibernation en route to Mars, there is no reason why News of the World potty-mouth should not be foaming at the mouth about unroyal-like conduct.  Alas, there is more acrimony against the Sussexes, while the Cambridge’s privately jet to Mustique and they to Spain, though, the Sussex’s trip is less taxing on the environment, the Sussexes are labelled eco-hypocrites.  

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Then to top off the week, new polling numbers show that Catherine is now more popular than Meghan and even Harry, thanks to Meghan’s negative impact has slipped in popularity.  Well guess what Einsteins, Diana Krall was more popular than Natalie Cole, Shirley Horn, Nancy Wilson and Betty Carter combined.  Simply put, tribalism is more pronounced with Caucasians than any other group.  They will ever hate, hiss and boo Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex in the United Kingdom; indeed, no predominantly non-black Commonwealth nation has yet extended the Sussexes an invitation, though, HM The Queen, appointed them Commonwealth Youth Ambassadors – a title which was largely due in part because HRH Prince William, Duke of Cambridge has yet to tour any predominantly black Commonwealth nation and with an attitude number of 9, numerologically, nothing would get him to budge on touring such countries.  Naturally, with the marriage of Henry & Meghan, though, he has previously toured those countries, predominently non-white, non-black Commonwealth Singapore and Malaysia have invited the Cambridges to tour autumn 2019, in an obvious move to show their disfavour at Henry having married the black woman.  

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What would move Elton John to make this impassioned post to his Instagram account about the racially predatory abuse that TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex are being subjected to?  Elton John like model, Lauren Hutton, James Middleton, Madonna and every gap-toothed adult Caucasian was in his immediate past life black.  Not surprisingly, Elton was the only non-black on the AIDS charity anthem of 1985, That’s What Friends Are For.  The abuse has gone way beyond the line and one can no longer idly stand by and say nothing.  

There she is Madonna and if ever one needed validation that this is someone who is completely at ease and accepting of blacks’ humanity, you need no further proof.  There are people the world over, not least Hollywood, who would find it extremely uncomfortable being in the same room as someone black.  Madonna’s extended family and the love between her and David Banda as well as all her other children is all the validation one needs that in her immediate past life she was Bessie Smith and prior to that, a few lifetimes before, 17th century Italian composer, Claudio Monteverdi.  

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“Race is everything and yet it is nothing…” a phrase Merlin often repeated during our seven years together at the incidences of racism which he witnessed for being my lover.  Naturally, Canada has yet to invite the Sussexes on a tour – though, one can hardly be surprised at that.  70 million Britons may hate Meghan’s guts but there are close to a billion blacks in the Commonwealth for whom the Sussexes will always matter.  Meanwhile, there were no body language experts waxing overlong about William’s aloofness at the King’s Cup Regatta.  The fact that Gorgon, Bianca et al are not writing about the obvious problems in the Cambridges’ marriage does not mean that it does not exist.  Goodness, they have just spent a whole week in the 24/7 news cycle of 21st century online news media, making positively no mention of Jeff Epstein and the troubling connections that the Earl Porchester clearly had with the conveniently deceased paedophile whose autopsy showed from the broken neck vertebrae that he was a likely murder rather than suicide.  

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150 years hence, historians will look back at the Cambridge’s marriage and point to whatever drama unfolds between now and then and point to their rowing en route to Buckingham Palace from Westminster Abbey and Catherine’s rude dismissal of William whilst they stood on the balcony being celebrated and William’s fate was being sealed.  Who cares how adored you are by outsiders, being trapped in a miserable marriage must be sheer hell.  No need to gloat about how more popular Catherine is than Meghan, which would not be the case had Henry married blonde Chelsy Davy or Cressida Bonas.  Indeed, if Henry had married a Chinese, East Indian or Jew, though, there would doubtless be resentment, it would by no means be so rabid and unrelentingly feral. 

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The fact remains, when and where it matters most, it is a public role and all the scathing, derogatory, race-baiting articles notwithstanding, Meghan’s commanding performance at the 2018 British Fashion Awards was a salvo which illustrated why she has more star power than Catherine and no amount of hatred is going to change that.  It has been cruel to watch how Catherine is being jousted to get out there and suddenly make speeches. 

God lord, the poor woman is not then and never will be in her element; she is glorious at being Catherine, future Queen Consort, sporty and ever steely but being speech-giver is no forte of hers – never has been, never will be.  The sad thing about Meghan’s speech at the 2018 British Fashion Awards is that it has been heavily edited and only now carried by the Royal Family’s YouTube channel.  It is almost as if, Meghan cannot to be seen to be outshining Catherine, HRH Duchess of Cambridge; moreover, I think that palace mandarins may have deemed Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex’s speech too political. 

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One should never forget the song which the Kingdom Choir sung as the newly wedded TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex departed St. George’s Chapel Windsor Castle, This Little Light of Mine.  No amount of racial animus or hatred will ever be able to eclipse the light of the soul which, when previously incarnate, was the Tudor Matriarch, Queen Mother to Henry VII, grandmother and favourite adviser to Henry VIII and great-grandmother to HM Queen Elizabeth I.  

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Good god!  Talk about true hypocrisy!  Where in the hell are Vicereen Bianca of Trenchtown and that louche bigot whose unsavoury deeds precipitated News of the World’s demise, Pierre-Karol Gorgon?  That’s right, not a peep out of them.  This is the same royalty that they have been defending against the likes of the descendant of enslaved Africa and a hustler to boot, being deemed not fit to be royal.  Imagine that, the black woman excoriated with coded language like hustler well at least she is not a blasted paedophile!  There is damn value in Meghan, HRH Duchess of Sussex being welcome as she was by HM The Queen and her gracious father-in-law, HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, she is articulate, intelligent, strong-willed and has commanding stage presence; she is indeed the beau idéal when one wants to address and engage the Commonwealth, which is predominantly brown and black.  

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Well at long last Pierre-Karol Gorgon has come out of hiding!  What does the no-balled fucker do, he blithely goes back to excoriating TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex and pretending as though the biggest story in the House of Windsor has not reared its ugly head yet again.  Yes, clueless, dickless one, keep caterwauling like the true castrato that you are but ignoring the elephant in the room, does not make it go away.  There you go, karma has served up Epstein’s corpse go on carrion, no need to be bashful, go ahead and start feasting on the real story to be writing about and growing incandescent with rage.  Fucking no-balled racial predator, you try convincing the rest of us that Meghan is not royal enough and your animus is not in the least rooted in racial hatred.  

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Your racial animus towards HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex for having married the black woman notwithstanding, do be very careful what you wish for.  All this talk about: I cannot support this royal family anymore, they are nothing but hypocrites, nothing but scroungers. as soon as HM The Queen dies we need a referendum on the monarchy; we need to become a republic.  In case you have not noticed, your marvellous empire Britannia is no longer a realm of white tribal homogeneity.  Within your midst are persons who will never assimilate and within a generation of having declared a republic, you will end up with a succession of presidents, who will not look like you and who will want their religious laws, and get their religious laws become the law of the land.  These presidents will have been groomed from birth to perceive you as the enemy who must be vanquished… go on keep being blinded by hatred of the black woman and see where it gets you.  

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But enough about bothering with blasted racial predators, who as karma would have it, has backhanded them good and hard with Jeffrey Epstein’s convenient, though by no means ended, demise.  Now the drama royal, truly gets underway in coming months.  Go on, likkle jagabat, let’s see your cocksucker mouth gag with indignation, feigned or otherwise, about the bold audacity to have mere paedophiles in one’s regal realm.  Go on, we know you can’t afford to go grouse-hunting, time to eat crow… blasted fraud.  

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In the meantime, I have pre-ordered my very own copy of Master Andrew Lownie’s deliciously indulgent exposé about one of my favourite rats, Earl Louis Mountbatten… Oh Louella darling, clutch your pearls, lick your lips, it’s going to prove a true bibliophilic gourmand’s wet dream… and infinitely better fare than that trifling garbage that ought rightly to have been pulped!  I cannot wait to read this book!  When Merlin was first hospitalised with full-blown AIDS, at Toronto’s St. Michael’s Hospital in January 1988, he began ferociously re-reading every book that had brought him the greatest pleasure; this is someone who concluded reading a book each day.  One of the books he shared with me as he knew what books I most loved, was this wonderful book about Mahatma Gandhi’s life; of course, one of the first films we saw together was Gandhi at the Ziegfeld in Midtown Manhattan way after midnight, after we had been to dinner, fucked like rottweilers then headed off into the night, holding hands – a thing which back in 1982, you most definitely could not then have done in Toronto, and saw a film that moved us to tears.  There within the covers of that biography, I discovered the most ravishingly fascinating couple, Louis & Edwina Mountbatten.  Now, there was a true vicereen!  

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