What Started It All…

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex at the Grenfell community kitchen

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

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

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

Doria and The Duke & Duchess of Sussex

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

Together. Our Community Cookbook

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

Royal Tour of The Duke & Duchess of Sussex, 2018

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meghan 2025… Something’s Cooking!

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

Meghan The Duchess of Sussex on Instagram

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

Let’s Go! With Love, Meghan Netflix

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

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

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

With Love, Meghan. Netflix

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

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

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

Meghan… The World’s most powerful woman

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

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex & Tyler Perry

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

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

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

Phoenix Mandala for John Hirsch by Merlin, 1979

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

John Hirsch

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

Stratford Festival Theatre – Main Stage

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

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

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

This fragment had a Mars/Saturn body type. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ella Fitzgerald in Concert in Sweden, 1963

Ella Fitzgerald – Vocals

Don Abney & Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Jo Jones – Drums

Herb Ellis – Guitar

Roy Eldridge – Trumpet

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

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

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

The Rat King!

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

Windsor, Henry 15/9/1984 London, England

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

Body type is Mars/Saturn. 

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

Ciccone, Madonna Aug 16 1958 Michigan

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

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

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

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

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

She has a Lunar/Venus body type. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: Past lives of note include the following:

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

Elephant mandala created by Merlin for his oldest friend

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

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

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

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

Charles’s body type is Mercury/Saturn. 

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

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

Queen Elizabeth II 21.4.1926 Tiger 3.7.7 = 8

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

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

Body type was Venus/Lunar. 

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: Past lives of note include the following:

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

Prince Philip 10.6.1921 Rooster 1.7.2 = 1

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

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

Body type was Saturn/Mars. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Body type is Lunar/Venus. 

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

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

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

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

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

*July, 2017.

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

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

Charles has a Saturn/Mars body type. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Diana, Princess of Wales 1.7.1961 Ox 1.8.7 = 7

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

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

She had a Lunar/Mercury body type. 

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

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

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

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

*Shared September, 1997

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

David Mirvish. Diana, Princess of Wales & Ed Mirvish 1991

Back in October, 1991, as part of my annual Toronto Symphony Orchestra subscription, I attended an Emanuel Ax recital. Thankfully, it was short and sweet as his diminutive stature left him bobbing about, which proved irritating for me. I got out of Roy Thomson Hall and noticed that there was a large gathering on King Street West just west of the concert hall on Simcoe Street at King Street West. Soon enough, on learning that Diana, Princess of Wales was at the Royal Alexandra Theatre to see Les Misérables, I hightailed it down the block then across King Street West to the north side and back easterly towards the theatre. I knew that with persons in wheelchairs just beyond the marquee that the Princess would make it for them as they eagerly waited to have an audience with her. I was floored when the Princess emerged from the theatre, there was a deafening frenzy of cheers, a blinding lightning storm of camera flashes. Eventually, she made to the wheelchaired persons beyond the barricades that kept the rest of us in check. She was steely, her eyes were phenomenally blue and doe-like. Dazzling, I was then completely won over when she made it eventually to her limousine. She sat into the car backwards, knees and ankles together, she then did the most graceful port de bras imaginable; she pushed off, swivelled and swung her legs and body into the car, all the while maintaining the elegant line of her long neck.

Diana, Princess of Wales at Toronto’s AIDS hospice Casey House, 1991

Years later, as a dear close friend, the first Gay friend with whom I never once had sex – truly remarkable, came by to help me get situated on my move from Vancouver to Montréal, we talked overlong about Diana, Princess of Wales as Graeme had been visiting me from Toronto at the time of her violent death. Graeme, who was the most truly Boteroesque man imaginable, was a stickler for facts and ever keenly observant. He shared that he thought it was pretty bizarre as he was a keen royalist, less so than his chum, Ms. Kitty Litter – local Toronto drag queen who in the unforgiving world of drag, was said to both smell and look like piss-sodden, shitty kitty litter! They had both attended every visit that Diana ever made to Toronto and were present at Casey House, Toronto’s AIDS hospice, and the Royal Alexandra Theatre and as I recalled, Diana, Princess of Wales once settled into her ride, did put on her seatbelt. Ms. Kitty Litter whom we called and consoled as he was an hysteric mess back in Toronto, swore up and down that there is no way that Diana would not have put on her seatbelt in that car… go figure. Sobbing, Ms. Kitty Litter blurted out, “Oh my god, they’ve killed our angel, I’m telling you. They’ve killed her!” Three years later, Graeme who lived alone with his mum, suffered a heart attack whilst reading the morning’s newspapers on the living room sofa, in tony the Beaches, in the city’s east end. For more than a week, Graeme’s mum left his body on the sofa and kept calling on him to wake up. Needless to say, the city’s social services moved in, as he had no children nor she relations, and took her into psychiatric care – neighbours had raised concerns about the lack of activity and a foul odour. Diana, Princess of Wales had an energy body of 1 and such people pay keen attention to details and are the most cautious, self-aware and leave nothing to chance.

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Dodi Fayed 15.4.1955 Goat 6.1 3 = 1

Fayed, Dodi 15/4/1955<O>31/8/1997

Michael: This fragment was a third level mature artisan – second life thereat.  Dodi was in power mode with a goal of submission.  A realist, he was in the intellectual part of moving centre. 

Dodi’s body type was Saturn/Lunar. 

Dodi’s primary chief feature was arrogance and the secondary mild stubbornness. 

The fragment Dodi is third-cast in second cadence; he is a member of greater cadence four.  Dodi’s entity is one, cadre six, greater cadre 48, pod 380. 

Dodi’s essence twin is an artisan and his task companion a sage, both of whom are discarnate at this time, though, they plan on reincarnating soon.  Dodi is an entity mate of Diana, Princess of Wales’ – there was a mutually facilitating agreement for “unconditional support.” There were 26 past-life associations between Dodi & Diana, Princess of Wales.

Dodi’s primary needs were: expression, freedom and security. 

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

Respectively, The Queen, Harry, Meghan are in entity one of cadre 6, which resonates with slave and priest soul energies which is all about a life that is committed to serving as well as doing so for a higher good. Similarly, Charles, The 9th Earl Spencer, Diana, Princess of Wales and Dodi Fayed are in entity one of cadre 6 of their pod, 380 to the others’ pod 418. There is positively no way that Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan would not have gotten along. During their engagement interview with the BBC, Prince Harry said that Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan would have been as thick as thieves in their ease of friendship and he was correct. One thing that is certain about Dodi, for being in the intellectual part of moving centre, there is no way that Diana and Dodi were not passionately involved. Moving centred persons are intensely highly sexed persons and by the time of their assassination, it is highly probable that they were already unofficially engaged, Diana, Princess of Wales was pregnant and it would have been the best fucking sex that both had ever had to that point in their lives. They are entity mates and sex with such persons is truly ecstatic. Furthermore, Diana, Princess of Wales with her two 7s would have definitely seen their aura during sex and there is no way that she would not have wanted to spend the rest of her life with Dodi. Good God they had had 26 past lives together to that point; they were in deep and nothing and no one was going to stop them except, of course, someone immensely richer than her in-laws and his family. Making deals with the devil, is precisely why the little grovelling bastard wailed as he did on seeing Diana, Princess of Wales’ lifeless body in the Paris hospital. He was truly horrified of what a mess he had made of things and how callously he had been betrayed by someone he thought he knew… someone who neither looked up to him nor considered him an equal.

Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11

Windsor, Meghan The Duchess of Sussex 4/8/1981

Michael: This fragment is a mid-cycle mature artisan in the tradition of the deceased mother fragment who was Diana, Princess of Wales – third life thereat.  Meghan is in the observation mode with a goal of acceptance.  An idealist, Meghan is in the moving part of emotional centre. 

Meghan’s primary chief feature is self-deprecation and the secondary of mild impatience. 

Meghan’s body type is Venus/Solar. 

The fragment Meghan is fourth-cast in the fifth cadence.  Meghan is a member of greater cadence four.  Meghan is a member of entity one, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418 – she is an entity mate of both her spouse, HRH Prince Henry, The Duke of Sussex with whom she shares 20 past lives and also an obvious entity mate of Her Majesty, The Queen. 

Meghan’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a warrior. 

Meghan’s three primary needs are: expression, acceptance and expansion.

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

Incidentally, this artisan has been a member of the British royal family twice before.  Firstly, as Margaret Beaufort, Countess of Richmond and Derby, she was the cousin of King Henry VI and mother of King Henry VII.  As such, she was the matriarch of the House of Tudor.  Her grandson was King Henry VIII and her great-granddaughter, Queen Elizabeth I. 

This artisan, Margaret Beaufort (former Meghan) in that lifetime was involved in the sacraments of the church, being included in the newly established college system.  She founded Christ College, Cambridge and was instrumental with the founding of St. John’s College as well. 

Secondly, she was HRH Prince Edward, Duke of York and Albany and younger brother to George III, whose father the Prince of Wales, HRH Prince Frederick died before acceding the throne after George II.  In that lifetime, the artisan (now Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex) was interested in military structure.  He, of course, died young of a then unknown illness but which had to do with dysentery. 

Comment on Megxit:

Michael: This is a complex issue and as noted there is a karmic debt owed by Harry to Catherine. As a warrior, Catherine expects strict loyalty from the scholar soul William, her task companion, and this position has influenced the separation at this time.

Catherine and Meghan have also been adversarial when they were members of an aristocratic family, China, 7th century. They each sought power and this discord was continued in a life in Portugal when they were married and the fragment who is now Meghan abandoned the warrior due to war time activities. (Meghan was then male)

Finally, there is strong dominance on the part of Catherine who now disapproves of Meghan’s “celebrity” and is distrustful of her motives. Warrior Harry is loyal to his spouse and this loyalty was part of the motivation for the move to America.

*Dec, 2023. 

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Both Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex are emotionally centred members of a very military family where such intensity of emotional intelligence is not the norm; both Diana and Meghan are in the moving part of emotional centre. Emotionally centred persons are usually focussed in the arts, are especially gifted dancers, singers and actors; however, what each one of them is, is the most gifted empaths. This is why Diana, Princess of Wales was deemed the people’s princess. They have the ability, for being emotionally centred, to create magic – they set the tone wherever they are, make you feel loved and can quite literally heal one’s spirit. Again, this is why during the BBC engagement interview, the very astute Prince Harry stated, “And the corgis took to you straight away, for the last 33 years been barked at and this one walked in and absolutely nothing, just wagging tail…” The Queen’s corgis recognised that Meghan was an empath; it is not something that you can fake. Also, the Queen with her two 7s would have clearly discerned the truth of whom Meghan was when presented at court by Prince Harry. The Queen would have keenly taken note of the corgis reaction, she likely would have seen Meghan’s aura which emotionally centred persons can ‘broadcast’ at will. Furthermore more spectacularly than any other senior member of the royal family, Meghan has Venus/Solar body type, which is rare in the extreme. Meghan is the real McCoy!

As Meghan was not unknown to Queen Elizabeth II at heart centre that is why she was allowed to walk in alone at her wedding as a Queen, King Mother of King Henry VII returned. It was a truly millennial moment of theatre as Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex walked down the aisle unaccompanied to the quire, returned as she was as the reincarnation of Margaret Beaufort, Countess of Richmond & Derby, Tudor Matriarch, King Mother, mother of King Henry VII, grandmother of King Henry VIII and great-grandmother of Queen Elizabeth I. Children fan yourselves!

Meghan channelling Margaret Beaufort… the lighting pure sublime theatre

And how like a true Queen, Meghan walked down the aisle at St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle one gloriously sunny mid-May Saturday at noon, truly momentous. It was not just a royal wedding, it was the most sublime theatre. As she walked alone in the nave, there were times, as in the photo above, where she was umbraed. She was as though Margaret Beaufort being channelled in the diffused light of the veiled past, coming forth to be celebrated as having been the Tudor matriarch, affording the world not just Henry VII her son, but larger-than-life, Henry VIII and the most phenomenal Sovereign, Elizabeth I, whose namesake half a millennium later would sanction this union of two entity mates of hers. Meghan’s overleaves in this lifetime are simply wonderful, for not only is she emotionally centred, but she has the great goal of acceptance – as do King Charles & Princes William and George; incidentally, so did Diana, Princess of Wales have the same great goal. It is the feel-good, how can I be of service to you, goal. Dogs, cats and even arboreal life react positively at all times to persons in acceptance. All the lies you hear by Britons about Meghan are just Britons being horrified that this woman would be reborn Black and expect to be accepted in their kingdom. Britons have proven themselves the ugly, drunken hooligans that they truly are; after all, they are ruled by 9 – bitchy, bickering, fault-finding, negative, biting, sarcastic, bullying, xenophobic and racist. Why the fuck would Meghan ever want to set foot in that hellhole? Meghan is a Queen in acceptance and she knows her worth.

Here was The Queen dancing with Ghanaian President Kwame Nkrumah, because she was human as was he and she also knew the optics for the health of the commonwealth if she were seen to be in service to them as well and not just to the United Kingdom. Thus it was that The Queen saw the advantage to her legacy of the ably Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and her inordinately charismatic grandson, Prince Harry, fellow entity mates carrying on that work with the commonwealth to keep the healthy relations with the Crown and making the commonwealth politically, financially, culturally viable well into the next century. Then along came Catherine, William, Charles and Camilla filled with racist venom, spite, jealousy, aggression and off to work they went trying to vilify, demonise and exile Harry and Meghan.

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Prince George of Wales 22.7.2013 Snake 4.2.8 = 5

Windsor, George 22/7/2013 London, England

Michael: This fragment is a fourth-level mature king – third life thereat.  George is in the observation mode with a goal of acceptance.  An idealist, George, at this time (December 2019) does not yet have centreing. 

George does not yet have chief features. 

George’s body type is Jupiter/Mercury and a small tertiary of Venus. 

The fragment George is fourth-cast in the seventh cadence.  George is a member of greater cadence seven.  George’s entity is five, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418. 

George’s essence twin is a king – they are likely to meet at a later date and also head of state.  The task companion is a warrior. 

George’s primary needs are: expression, power, security and freedom. 

There is a facilitating agreement with the father, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales, for training and preparation for ‘duties’. 

There are 4 past-life associations with Arvin and 2 with Merlin.  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

Past Lives of Note:

Daughter of King Henry IV (William his current father), Phillipa of England, Queen of Denmark, Norway & Sweden – co-regent.

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Prince George is a king soul, which is the most rare of souls. He is an entity mate of Prince Archie’s – they likely had an agreement to be close and a support to each other. Your chief feature and centreing are not chosen until experiencing individuation and exerting one’s will against parental imprinting – teen rebellious years. George will always be especially close to his pa, William who has an agreement to thoroughly groom him towards becoming Sovereign in due course. A Jupiter body means that he will be taller than William and likely have issues with controlling his weight; George will be prone to being massive on the order of King George IV. That George’s primary need is expression means that he will likely be focussed in the arts in some way an actor, director, voracious collector or even a painter. Certainly, he will be damn good at whatever he chooses to become focussed on creatively in due course. George is a cadre mate of Meghan, Doria, Harry, The Queen, Archie and Lilibet – regardless how much he will be groomed to shun the Sussex family, they are family at the level of kindred spirits on the order of first cousins or even closer.

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Prince Archie 6.5.2019 Pig 6.2.5 = 4

Mountbatten-Windsor, Prince Archie H. 6/5/2019

Michael: This young fragment is a seventh-level mature priest – second life thereat.  Archie is in the perseveration mode with a goal of stagnation.  A realist, Archie does not yet have a centre. 

Archie, as can be expected, does not yet have chief features. 

Archie’s body type is Venus/Mercury/Mars. 

The fragment Archie is second-cast in the second cadence.  Archie is a member of greater cadence four.  Archie’s entity is five, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418. 

Archie’s essence twin is a priest and the slave task companion is likely to be known at a later date. 

Archie’s three primary needs are: exchange, acceptance and communion. 

There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 7 with Merlin.  ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­

This fragment does have a facilitating agreement with the father, HRH Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex to be his son; he also has one with the artisan, his mother Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and it is that of parent/child.  All three, along with HM, The Queen are of course cadre mates. 

We would say that this inspirational fragment is likely to have some notoriety as would be expected and can serve to inspire others to cross perceived boundaries. 

The higher ideal has to do with unification. 

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Not only are Princes George and Archie entity mates for being in the fifth (sage) entity of cadre 6 (priest) but they also have two numbers in common, 2 & 5 which has much to do with loving persons regardless of their sex. Archie, of the Michael Overleaves done of the royal family has proven the oldest soul of those done – that is saying a lot. He is an older soul than HM King Charles III. Regardless the politics, I would not be surprise if George and Archie are not reunited as adults and remain in touch; they are after all entity mates. As such, they are both cadre mates of The Queen, Doria, Prince Harry, Meghan and Princess Lilibet. No one glows more radiantly than priest souls and an older soul priest like Prince Archie will be known for his remarkable wisdom and the beauty of his eyes. This will be especially enhanced as his mum, Meghan has a goal of acceptance and is an empath for being emotionally centred. Music, yoga and wholistic living will greatly appeal to Prince Archie. He will definitely give off a zen/guru vibe in later years.

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Princess Lilibet 4.6.2021 Ox 4.1.6 = 11

Mountbatten-Windsor, Princess Lilibet Diana 4/6/2021

Michael: This young fragment is a third-level mature sage – second life thereat.  Lilibet is in observation mode with a goal of dominance and has an attitude of idealist. 

Lilibet has neither centreing nor chief features at this time. 

Lilibet’s body type is Mars/Mercury. 

The fragment Lilibet is second-cast in the third cadence.  Lilibet is a member of greater cadence four.  Lilibet is a member of entity two, cadre six, greater cadre 7, pod 418.  (Adjacent entity, same cadre as her father, mother, grandmother, brother, Prince George and The Queen). 

Lilibet’s essence twin is a sage and the task companion a warrior incarnate at this time.  

Lilibet’s needs are exchange, communion, adventure. 

She has shared 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin.

There is an agreement with the older brother for emotional support.

This fragment has been a revered performer in a recent past incarnation, primarily operatic but with some aspect of light entertainment. She was also present in several lives of note in European aristocracy (Italy and Spain)

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Doria Ragland 2.9.1956 Monkey 2.2.5 = 9

Ragland, Doria 2/9/56 Cleveland, Ohio.

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

Doria’s primary chief feature is impatience and the secondary, stubbornness. 

Doria’s body type is Venus/Saturn. 

The fragment Doria is fifth-cast in the second cadence.  Doria is a member of greater cadence seven.  Doria’s entity is three, cadre six, greater cadre 7 pod 418. 

Doria’s essence twin is a slave and the task companion a priest who is known to her. 

Doria’s three primary needs are: exchange, adventure and power. 

There are 5 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin.

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As is obvious, Doria is a slave soul – the most populous soul type at 25 per cent of all souls cosmically, is a cadre mate of her daughter, Meghan, son-in-law, Prince Harry, The Queen and both grandkids, Prince Archie and Princess Lilibet. Doria, as is obvious, has rather strong overleaves and is a study of poise and graciousness and she has the same slave soul vibe as her cadre mate, Queen Elizabeth II. All these persons, The Queen, Doria, Meghan, Harry, George, Archie and Lilibet are quite familiar with each other; they would have a very rich and varied past-life history. Now it is obvious why during their BBC engagement interview, Prince Harry said of Doria, “Her mum is amazing!” And that she certainly is; Doria, it cannot be stated enough, has truly regal overleaves.

Catherine, The Princess of Wales 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4

Windsor, Catherine HRH The Princess of Wales 9/1/1982

Michael: This fragment is a fifth-level mature warrior – third life thereat.  Catherine is in the perseveration mode with a goal of growth.  A pragmatist, Catherine is in the moving part of intellectual centre. 

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

Catherine’s body type is Saturn/Mercury/Venus. 

The fragment Catherine is fourth-cast in the sixth cadence.  Catherine is a member of greater cadence one.  Catherine’s entity is four, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 208. 

Catherine’s essence twin is a warrior and the task companion a scholar, her husband, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales. 

Catherine’s three primary needs are: expansion, power and expression. 

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

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: This warrior has held positions of influence in three past incarnations.

            1. This fragment was present at the crucifixion of Jesu and served as an apostle known as Matthew in the not entirely accurate version of early history. He was considered evangelical but in our estimation this had more to do with this early young soul’s approach to life which had little room for compromise or discussion.

            2. Present at the beginning of the Fall of Rome by the Visigoths in the 5th century. Leader of advancing forces. Second in command to the sage Alaric I. Was wounded mortally by the fragment who is now Harry, The Duke of Sussex (karma) that has not been repaid fully and is part of the current debacle.

           3. Samurai. Japan, 1650. Skilled in the art of the bow and horsemanship. Crafted sword and weaponry. Edo period. As the Samurai prestige was reduced, this warrior became a respected diplomat who was adept in contractual negotiations.

The fragment who is now Princess Lilibet was present as his wife who died in childbirth (sixth child.)

*Dec, 2023.

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Launch fire!

Of the current group of royals, Catherine, The Princess of Wales is the most phenomenally powerful. She is truly a powerhouse. As we have ten past-life associations, I dream more of Catherine than any other royal. During her prominent Roman past life, I would most likely to have known her. At the time, I served Alaric I and was instrumental in affecting the outcome of the campaign for having been the one to have invented the giant scaffolds from which catapult firebombs were launched; were it not for those structures, the sacking of Rome would not so quickly have then succeeded. I have dreamt of this tumultuous period more than once. Very intense and ridiculously lucid past-life dreams. Past-life dreams usually begin when you are caught in a flying dream, always at night time and easily at least five thousand feet above the action way below; all at once, as though an eagle going in for the kill, one zooms down into unfamiliar territory. As you move from flight to being ambulatory, one shifts from one’s waking astrally projected current persona to that of the past life being visited. You enter the body of either the male or female former self and the action unfolds over which one has no control. These are always the most exciting dreams.

Windsor walkabout

Catherine has been the catalyst for everything that has gone down in the so-called Megxit. Her powerful overleaves have meant that long before The Queen’s passing, she operated as a rouge agent. Of course, she had license to because she is future King Mother and as such, the most important member of the royal family is Prince George and that would make his mother’s womb more valuable than was The Queen’s. Camilla never factored into any of this; she bore no royal offspring. Everything that has happened has been a testament to how women are groomed from birth to be of no support to other women. Moreover, warrior and king souls are always the dominant partner in any relationship, personal or otherwise. It does go without saying that the one doing the yelling in any relationship, does not have power. Based on her soul type and her phenomenally powerful overleaves, Catherine is a far more potent and powerful human being than is William. Catherine’s numerology only adds to her power. Catherine is also well aligned with the kingdom’s psyche. She has an energy body of 9 and the UK is ruled by 9. Catherine is also in the perseverance mode, with a personal need for power.

Anyone, regardless of race, was going to have a tough go of it for having married Prince Harry. Based on their past-life history in Tonga, Harry and Chelsy would have made a formidable team; however, I rather suspect that Chelsy is also a warrior soul in her own right. Most of all, once exposed to who Catherine is, Chelsy chose not to be subjected to that archly negative, dense energy bully, to say nothing of inarticulate arachnidan bore, Catherine. Also, there is easy, breezy, wonderful lovely Cressida. If Cressida is not an artisan soul, like Diana and Meghan then I don’t know anything about the Michael Teachings. Cressida may also, like Meghan, have a goal of acceptance. Either way, forget about driving Meghan to tears, Cressida would fast become a complete basket case for having to suffer Catherine and her attack dog, William. Absolute power corrupts each human who would ever choose to pursue such an Icarian life; Catherine is no different to all who previously have so chosen and there is always a waste of bodies in their wake.

Sixth mature lives, as is William’s are all about stewardship. In his case, he follows the example of his father, King Charles III in stewardship of the environment and nature, as per his conservancy work in Africa. Sixth level lives are all about paying back karma; in the process one can, as in all lives, create karma – this he certainly has been actively engaged in doing. Of course, William has done so at the behest of his dominatrix wife and task companion, Catherine. You will reincarnate more often with your task companion and form as many life experiences as is imaginable than with any other soul. Catherine and William are as solid as it gets. For Catherine, and for that matter Harry, she is living a fifth level mature life. Mature level lives bring on the drama and that they currently do so in spades in the House of Windsor. More of the brain is used from fifth level lives onwards. One is campaigning in focus in such lives. As is obvious, the very complex and strong-willed Harry is on a campaign to avenge his mum’s abuse at the hands of his family, the press and the firm. Catherine would have been better served had she been born aristocratic like, Alice Manners. She sent William into the House of Windsor to do the heavy lifting of being born and affording her access; she wanted a female life and at the time, a female firstborn would never be Sovereign. Catherine, however, does not have the polish and class sophistication to have addressed Meghan, returning to the royal family for the third time reincarnationally. Do not ever forget that Thomas Markle Sr. admitted that Jason Knauf had him attempt to sabotage Harry and Meghan’s wedding, by way of faking a heart attack and thereby pulling out of the wedding. Everything that has occurred has been instigated by both Catherine and William. She lied via the tabloids that Meghan made her cry. She has zero fuck-all credibility. Catherine does not have cancer; it is a ruse to cover for her facelift downtime. More importantly, it allows the stigma of having been outed by Omid Scobie’s exposé as royal racist, to go away. Just as Catherine & William got Thomas Markle Sr. to fake a heart attack to sabotage Harry and Meghan’s wedding, once outed by Omid Scobie, she then fakes cancer to engineer public opinion in her favour. Crying cancer also afforded Catherine the rallying support of the idiot isle of hooligans, who readily blame Meghan for having made their mumbling heroine sick. God only knows, Catherine’s self-toxicity could not have played a role, that is, if indeed she did have cancer.

Of course, there is serious karma between Catherine and Harry, very serious and she has chosen to strike at Harry by way of cannibalising Meghan. Regardless her powerful overleaves, Harry is a blood Prince, he is also a sceptic and there is no shrewder fighter than a sceptic. Prince Philip was also a sceptic. Such persons, myself included, are able to see all sides of everything, readily know our enemy’s every weakness and will keep score and never stop until scores are settled. What Catherine and William had not anticipated was Harry’s response to their racist abuse of his wife. Harry effectively said, “My wife is my life, fucking with Meghan happens to be fucking with me. You want Meghan gone? Cool. Then go fuck yourselves. We are out of here!” No matter how the royals and their Fleet Street goons spin it, Harry’s rebuttal against Catherine was swift, thorough, eviscerating to the very core of her soul and the response that they had never contemplated. With Harry and Meghan departed the racist Guglielean court, Catherine and William are left on the backfoot, gutter sniping via Fleet Street to no effect. “I may owe you karma, but you do not go after my wife, grow a fucking pair and come for me!” For Harry, anyone fucking with Meghan, is where he goes nuclear, because it also goes to the very core of his soul and how as a warrior soul, he has been bruised at not having been able to better protect his mum, Diana, Princess of Wales when she was being ravaged by Charles, the Firm, Camilla and their Fleet Street henchmen. Meghan has the most sophisticatedly evolved of spirit overleaves of the lot of the royals. She did not come into this world to do Jerry Springer. No matter how you throw shit at her and lie, that Venus/Solar body type means that she will always outshine Catherine from here to Alpha Centauri. Healing Harry’s spirit and bringing up two emotionally grounded and loved humans is her sole agendum; beyond that, Meghan really does not have time to give a fuck. Meghan has master number 11 and two 4s, she so does not give a goddamn!

The mature soul cycle is all about high octane drama; it is where old karmic debts are finally settled so that one can move on the groovy splendour of being an old soul. All these major players of the House of Windsor are not only mature souls, but they are all related at the level of soul and have a very complex and rich past-life history, some of which include having been members of the royal family. Far be it for mere mortals to ever take anything such as spirituality and soul histories into consideration. For the truly racist boors, Catherine and William, Meghan was straight out of Compton. Meghan’s Black heritage was a non-negotiable. Adversely, William and Catherine, in general, fawn over non-Blacks as this is the current vogue in Western civilisation. And Britons are the only group of Whites who will never ever admit to being racist and to have mightily gained from the enslavement and exploitation of Meghan’s ancestors. Somehow, King Arthur, in their make believe world, merely waved his magic sword and faeries flittered about their magical isle where the kingdom was suddenly populated by castles and grand homes far and wide. Fleet Street has no other job, but to do the bidding of the senior royals: Charles and Camilla, William and Catherine. Conversely, for not having been born an aristocrat, Catherine was not an inappropriate bride for William. Indeed, classist boors notwithstanding, Catherine was born to be King Mother and that she has admirably achieved. It would also do one good to see beyond façades. Sight being the most dominant of human senses, we ever need to take the time to look callously at everyone through less myopic, jaundiced lenses. Who is this person, are they a mind set of 9 or energy body of 9? Could it be that they are a young-souled sage who happens to be a cynic with strong warrior casting, plus warrior task companion? Is this a mature or baby soul slave or just another young soul with truly fucked up overleaves? It is always good to hang back and critically listen. If one takes the time, you can glean a great deal beyond mere tangential markers like race, skin tone, body type, socio-economics. Seriously, Meghan is not a grifter, who is out to ruin Harry then divorce him for another husband. No, Meghan is a phenomenal artisan with an impeccable reincarnational royal backstory, who has the most awesome overleaves. You cannot fake Venus/Solar body type that’s coupled with being emotionally centred – The Queen’s beloved corgis attested to that. The racially predatory boors on Fleet Street do not know sweet fuck all and what they do know – the state of William and Catherine’s marriage, they will never ever divulge for fear of being ruined. Again, Catherine is as power mad as she is embarrassingly inarticulate. She is petty, vengeful, jealous and fault-finding, which is precisely why The Queen hardly ever had anything to do with her. She does not have cancer anymore than Meghan made her cry. What Catherine does have, is a newly refreshed face, looking like grandma’s doily-covered brand new Naugahyde sofa, on which positively no one is allowed to sit.

Go Harry go! Play hard and go to court and lay waste to Fleet Street like Alaric I did Rome. Harry was then present and it was at that time during battle that he mortally wounded Catherine, who of course has a score to settle. Like every human owed karma, passion more often than not gets the better of the magnetic pull of karmic bonds and before you know it, you are creating new karma, which had never been part of the original plan. In Meghan, Harry, you have a Queen, wife, lover, partner and mother to your two beautiful children, both of whom are cadre mates. In *Nacho, a man of fierce loyalty, you have a true brother, a comrade-in-arms who will never betray you; Nacho is neither interloper nor racist boor. Happy 40th Sir.

Nacho Figueras 4.3.1977 Snake 4.7.4 = 6

*Nacho is a seventh level young soul Warrior on his third life thereat. He is in the power mode and in the intellectual part of moving centre. He is kingly cast in cadence, in entity seven, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414, which would make him a warrior cadre mate of Merlin and mine as we are next door in entity six of cadre one.

Sing it Frank! Happy 40th Birthday Harry, you epitomise the very best of the indomitable human spirit. Shine on!

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

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Revisited: Dream of Meghan!

All these years later, I have finally had an initial dream encounter with Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex. It occurred as I slept during mid-day on Friday, January 27, 2023 whilst the Moon transited both Aries and my 11th house. As per usual, Prince Harry (fifth-level mature warrior soul) was in the dream and as ever, he was sat at the top of three steps to a large wooden structure. Not surprisingly, here as in every other dream encounter with this fifth mature warrior soul, Harry was barefooted, unpretentious and again, I marvelled at how hirsute his arms were. There were a couple of men visiting them and the one who did most of the talking, had an American accent. He was strongly advising the couple to acquire the surrounding lands, to the tune of thousands of acres, to their property which was about 100 acres. Opposite the wooden structure was a stand of trees with a small body of water hidden within the growth.

The second man chimed in and he had a toff’s accent; he expressed concerns about what would become of the expanse of land where clearly the polo pitch was located. Henry made it clear that the pitch was not going to be relocated and the very enterprising American was pointing off to the left and beyond the pitch that they could grow food staples for their business.

Just then, Archie could be heard calling out to his mum. We all then moved inside and there I’d eventually see her – my first dream encounter with Meghan. This building was massive and like all dreams set on the astral plane, not only were there lots of exposed woods and high ceilings; my senses were truly awakened in this rather bucolic and lucid dream. As with astral plane-focussed dreams, there was no natural light flooding the interior.

We got in and the place was set out like a chalet with seating arrangements that encourage socialising and circulating. What soon became apparent was that this was a lifestyle store as much as it was a log cabin. Products were casually on display without their placement being the conventional hard-sell of a boutique. Over in one corner a door opened and out walked Archie (7th level mature priest soul), who here appeared about 10 or 12 – I have no children of my own so it is always hard to gauge children’s ages.

Archie had a big curly afro and carried a large wooden tray with lots of jars of honey. A strong-willed female child (likely Lilibet Diana, third-level mature sage soul in dominance) could be heard in the room from which Archie arrived. Forthright, he placed the tray on a counter and began passing them to his father, to be placed on the shelves behind him where there were other jars. The jars were all glass with an ornate monogram and no paper markings; they were also of various sizes.

Everyone turned and looked and said hello as a warmly smiling Meghan (mid-cycle mature artisan soul) entered through the same door as Archie moments earlier had; she also carried a tray of honeys as she entered. I was completely stunned to see her and realised that I was having my first dream encounter with the very iconic and well-fortified Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex. She was poised and as solid and powerful as the Empire State Building is singularly granite. Whereas Archie carried honey-filled jars that were small and seemingly sampler jars, Meghan’s jars were large and of varying sizes. Placed on the counter, there were jars that contained honeycombs; however, most of the jars contained honeys that were infused with ginger, lemon, orange, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries.

Still there were others that contained lemon flowers, orange flowers, rose petals and removing the lid from one jar, Meghan offered it to me for a sniff whilst slyly smiling. Reaching forward, I maintained eye contact with her as she anticipatorily waited. I took a long, full-lunged sniff; instantaneously, I was just as lucidly awakened as second earlier whilst looking at her smiling eyes, on closing my own. The magic of dreams indeed; the particular large jar of honey proffered by Meghan, had been infused with the most fragrant elderflower imaginable!

As I never get out of bed before fully recalling dreams dreamt, I then realised that this dream was casting light on the fact that this was a lifestyle and wellness business with each bottle monogrammed with the same elaborate calligraphy. I had a sense that the property may well have been in the English country side, though, it could just have easily been in New Zealand, the American mountain states, or even Canada’s B.C. interior. The American was talking about iced wines; this on awakening could also mean a vineyard here in Ontario. One definitely did not get the sense that this property was in California. The American advisor seemed to be pushing for a vineyard to be planted, but definitely there was to be an expansion of the small orchard – 20 acres or so, which supplied the ginger and various fruits and berries that infused the honeys some of which were blond, others richly dark.

Woman, Artists Proof. Lithograph. © 1980 George Hawken

Waiting for me to finally wake up, my FTM transitioning wife brought me a large bowl of hot porridge infused with dates, figs, raspberries (especial favourite) and bananas – the smell of which I cannot abide; their skins make me salivate and grow nauseous. Beaming, I then shared that I had just had my first, very lucid dream encounter with Meghan to which she, a mature soul warrior, also seventh level mature like yours truly but a cynic to my skeptic, faster than lightning striking the CN Tower shot back, “Well, it’s about damn time!”

Here’s to American Riviera Orchard, every success Ma’am. And to Prince Harry, Prince Archie, Princess Lilibet Diana & Doria.

Take A Look. ©1993 Elektra Records Natalie Cole

Sing It Natalie! So many people in Vancouver were introduced to Jazz thanks to my West End apartment 365 overflowing with Jazz 24/7 blasting from the open windows. Vocalese Queen, Natalie was/is an entity mate (fifth mature artisan soul). Several months after she passed, just as with HLM The Queen, I dreamt of her passing over – in the latter’s case, a year prior to her actual passing. And oh lord Jesus, astral plane homecomings for most Blacks is usually a masquerade of celebration with music saturating every fabric of the astral plane. Natalie took to the stage and performed acapella and until that dream, I had not heard vocalese so stratospherically exalted and complex!
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Life is like a flying dream; if you look down, you’re fucked. Enjoy the ride and fear no one!

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Flying Dream in Lemuria, Twin Earth. (Redux)

Extra-Human Singing Pink Chimpanzee

On Monday, April 4, 1994, while the Moon transited both Capricorn and my eighth house, I would dream the following six dreams. These dreams were recorded on audiocassettes one hundred and eighty through one hundred and eighty-one. 

These were marvellous dreams; there was flight and there were dreams of extra-humans.  More than that, there was information gleaned in the final dream, which spoke of hidden knowledge about intelligent life here in the Solar system. 

As ever, sweet and blissful dreams to you; I love you more. 

Chinese Vagrant

Saw Wilbur Clemsworth and a couple of others outside, in this the first dream, where it was uncharacteristically sunny – at least by Vancouver standards.  They were on an incline above and to the left of the street.  As it turned out, they were on the hunt for extra-humans.  This was because a singing, pink chimpanzee had fallen from the sky.  Three or four guys had, thus far, been rounded up.  A Chinese vagrant showed up from up the hill; he had been at a busy intersection seated on a large green-trunked tree.  He pointed out that some of the knobby-trunked trees were, in fact, hosts for stowaway extra-humans. 

Psychadelic Dream House

I was part of the group and there were three or four others.  They were all very odd-looking guys.  I was then on a busy sidewalk where there energetically was lots of colour.  Young couples hung out beneath café awnings whilst enjoying the Sun and their love.  When looking down the block, I saw – two intersections away – a house that was painted an electric psychedelic array of colours: pinks, purples and greens predominating.  There on the second storey and at the far-left window, the actor, Teri Garr was seen being deeply French-kissed by one of the extra-humans.  The extra-human was a blonde vixen who literally raped Teri Garr of her breath. 

Angolan Model, Maria Borges

I was with a very dark-skinned beauty who wore a tight white dress; there was African-beaded print that horizontally moved across the fabric.  She walked so beautifully that I began dancing ahead of her while serenading her progression.  Gingerly, dancing along the sidewalk, I did pas de courrus as in the coda from the Don Quixote grand pas de deux.  Soon enough, I leapt into the air and took to flight.  Effortlessly, I left the group and the area while moving through a towering canyonned growth of cedars.  Eventually, I had come out to a cul-de-sac where the canyon ended.  At that, I rose some three or four storeys higher into the air. 

Angolan Model, Maria Borges, Vogue Portugal

Next, I started to make my way back.  This time, however, I would veer off to the left; this brought into view the vibrantly painted tropical villas in the village.  Going to the closest, it had orange-exteriored walls.  On the villa’s patio, I would try dialling a brown phone.  The phone was long abandoned, broken and cordless.  As it was, the place had seemingly been broken into long ago.  Going inside, there I found a lightweight silver camera; it was like the old, large flash numbers that the Hollywood paparazzi in the 1940s would use.  On its underside was a large cartridge that sat to the left front when looking at it face on.  On checking it out, it proved an empty case in which batteries could be stored. 

Dream Model Not Penina da Brgha

I took a few frames of Penina da Braga who was about and was taken aback at the speed with which they were developed.  Certainly, the thing did not seem like a Polaroid camera; yet, it had spat out the developed product even faster than a Polaroid would have.  There were different exposures of Penina lying on a red footstool.  The stool was reminiscent of the tacky ones that used to be at 122 Mortimer Avenue.  Large enough, it was such that it could comfortably host her curled up body.  Penina reclined with right knee up with her face inclined to the right.  While posing, she had squarely looked up into the camera.  Her pose and energy were rather warm and arrestingly beautiful.  She was so impressively alive and awakened here. 

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Roy Marcus Cohn

Going into a large, nearby empty hall, during this the second dream, there I saw a curly-haired man who was distinctly Jewish.  We sat in one corner by some crates and started fondling each other.  He let me know that he has got quite the mouthful.  Soon, he had gotten up onto his knees facing me and rammed his ridiculously huge thick dick down my throat.  His cock was so massive that I began gagging on the damn thing.  I did not appreciate his hairy-back-and-arsed brawny approach.  A real low-browed grunt he was. 

He then yanked his monster schlong away from me.  Next, he got up and left by the doors that were off to my left rear.  Waiting there interminably, he never did show up again.  This is the sort of thing that one could readily expect of someone of his ilk whose raison d’être is fucking le tout goyim because… well… one can.  Soon after, a tall cropped-haired brunette appeared and walked her horsy-faced arse past me.  By now, I was in lotus position in the middle of the room.  As a result, she went and took the same position to my rear.  She laughed at me as I tried bending forwards to place my chest on the floor.  I had had to use my clasped hands behind my back throughout the exercise. 

I had placed my hands such, to give myself momentum; however, in this instance, it caused me to fall forwards onto my forehead.  Meanwhile, the size queen in me was disappointed that the wunder-schlonged Jew had not reappeared.

*Roy Cohn was not the subject of this dream; however, the Jew encountered had the same vile, racist, depravity of spirit about him. END.  

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Forest with Moss-Covered Alder Trees

Next, in this the third dream, I was walking in a grove of mossy alder.  While there, I saw a species of reptile never before encountered in the dreamtime.  About 8-12 inches long, they were diamond-headed and looked like young snakes.  Fat-bodied, they had a short squat tail.  Theirs were large black eyes with wide round mouths which were not unlike some lizards’.  They did not, however, have four limbs like an iguana whose length they approximated.  Nor, for that matter, did they have two limbs like a tadpole’s whose short finlike tail they matched.  The face and neck of these creatures were white throughout.  Too, the white applied to their undersides just aft of what would have been their four limbs. 

They clung to the barks sucker-style and always hung such that their faces always faced down to the ground.  Observing them for a while, I was intrigued to find out how they managed locomotion.  They were never anything but perfectly immobile with the most penetrating gaze.  Their intelligence was so uncannily discernible that it was almost as if they were looking into you.  There was a real scorpionic intensity to their eyes; in that sense, they were not unlike Pericles da Braga’s eyes.  The edge of having a scorpionic Moon that affords such persons the ability to directly look into you. 

Prashant Sharma, too, does have this characteristic.  Without warning, one of them leapt from its suckered perch and directly made for my face in one lightning fast move.  In one agile duck, I was cleared of being attacked by the stealthy creature.  From my squat position, I made a plié of it and pounced with feline ease into the air.  Shooting upwards, I flew high into the air and thus avoided contact with these creatures.  I then came to perch atop a 150-foot cedar which was no taller than its neighbours.  The creature had been so fiercely agile that I experienced its approach as if it were happening in slow-motion.  Finally, I had gotten their locomotion figured out; they simply sprung like a cobra on the attack. 

They, though, were able to will themselves through the air; it was as though it were an aqueous medium and they merely newborn puppy sharks.  When making for their chosen target, they simply bolted at you in an arrow-like short flight.  They flew with their mouths agape because on landing, they took initial purchase by clamping down hard with their fierce-looking mouths.  Theirs was a mouth full of razor-sharp-looking teeth with double fangs no less; they were a truly monstrous sight.  The others, meanwhile, bolted for cover as I took flight.  I suppose that they were surprised that I could fly; well, I am certainly no sleepwalker when in the dreamtime. 

Chiropractic Neck Manipulation

*This jarring experience, which truly terrified me, had had the advantageous effect of manipulating my problem neck vertebrae.  Goodness knows that they had been a source of much pain of late.  On awakening, I was really only too glad to have been free of the pain.  When the sudden jarring motion of being startled by the attacking creature had occurred, in the dreamtime, I was suddenly aware of my body lying asleep in the pyramid.  At the time, my spine was being manipulated back into place.  Although I had been acutely aware of the corrective manipulation of my spine, I had not awakened. 

Though I continued to be ‘under’ in the dream state, I was spatially aware of my waking state body.  I remained focussed and engaged in the process of dreaming.  As a result, these strange creatures could be said to have been healers whose purpose it was, to have jarringly righted my aches at this time.

**As will be obvious, this manipulation occurred in preparation of the astral projection that would take place during the sixth and final dream.  END. 

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Dark Intimate Bar

Next, in this the fourth dream, I found myself in Crab Hill, Sandy Point, St. Kitts.  At the time, I was walking and thinking of Pandora da Braga as I progressed on foot across the bridge to Patrice Wellesley’s store just a short distance away.  As I did so, I had heard someone call out to me and it turned out to have been Ian Banks Jr..  He then called me inside where we visited; he was exceptionally handsome.  He took a break from working at the store and asked me to join him for a drink.  Dimpled, he was stout and had a bit of a paunch which I found surprising. 

Dismissing my fears about him possibly rejecting me, he was genuinely pleased to have seen me.  I had had concerns all along that he would not have approved of me – if only because of my sexual proclivities.  This man’s presence was so very real and intense that I was completely energised by him.  I was really turned on by his strong sexual magnetism.  Finding myself in such strongly intense dreams has never ceased to inspire awe within me.  Pandora then joined us and let me know that she didn’t appreciate my being loudmouthed about her having gone Rasta, “to please some stinking-mouthed, potbellied wimp.” 

You just know too that I had said as much with regards to Roman Danier.  Pandora here was long-haired; her hair was braided in cornrows.  Looking to shift gears, I had asked her if she had had to cut off her dreadlocks to start all over again.  Somehow, she had apparently gotten her hair untangled by a professional and was able to braid it.  This I thought was highly unlikely. 

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Dream Alluring Beauty in Hat

I went into a work area, in this the fifth dream, by some oversized cases beyond a set of machinery.  There I saw Lola Davidoff as well as Lawrence Moncton.  Naturally, Lola was wearing a hat and looked as stylish as ever.  I was really pleased to have seen her.  She wore a black outfit.  There was a slight bit of tension as Lawrence was being sarcastic.  Abruptly, I took my leave of them as I was not prepared to suffer either him or his bullshit. 

Lola, however, was genuinely pleased to have seen me.  She had been visiting with Lawrence when I happened on them.  This woman was so sweet on running into her.  Her face was so cute; her face was like a little China doll’s.  She readily lit up and she does, in fact, remind me of Inge Wolfgang.

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Architectural Scales on Twin Earth

In what proved the sixth dream, I went through the multi-tiered lobby of a large palatial hotel.  Lots of gold leaf everywhere; the carpet was a rich mix of red and gold.  The interiors were wide and spacious and of old stone.  The place looked as if it had been hanging around for several millennia.  The colour of these walls was an off-white to near-sandy tone. 

I then walked past models in different salons; they were being prepared to be in a show.  Specifically, they were there to model hats; some of these hats were cascading with lots of tulle and feathers.  High heels and body stockings were de rigueur.  A tall, light-skinned, big-nosed Black hairdresser did the many Black models; they were all together on one side of the large vestibule of the floor that I was on.  This place was quite large.  Across the hallway, all the White models were being prepared; this was about their hair being prepared in as natural a state as possible.  This, therefore, did require different approaches and thus the separation of the models. 

I did though notice that the White models were being prepared in a much better salon than that of their counterparts.  I wondered if this hairdresser was in fact Chiquita Fines, whom I’ve not yet met in the waking state but have been meaning to see. 

*Chiquita would prove herself a cross-dressing queer bird, who was given to pressing up against me while having my hair permed.  Certainly, it took me a while to realise the reason for the long penetrating staring, while doing my hair, when I finally figured out that it was Chiquita’s cock that was aggressively pressing against my forearm as I sat there having her/him work on my hair.  END. 

She did though remind me of Carmelina Dunkins, that Jamaican shrew who works in Toronto.  Taking my leave of the place, I moved to the outdoors where I found myself in a covered alcove that turned out to be high up the massive structure.  I was so thrilled by the density of this architectural gem that I stretched out my hands drinking in this strange city’s beauty.  Across the way, on the other side of a body of water, which from the towering heights where I stood looked jet black, was a massive structure in the same Gothic style as Westminster Palace. 

Twin Earth, Relatively Gargantuan & Millennially More August

This, however, was considerably larger; the structure was easily 7-10 times more massive than Westminster Palace.  I was so invigorated by this massive metropolis that I climbed up on the balustrade then pushed off and began flying.  This city was just as colossal as that encountered when up on the winding road of a city, where I was in search of a concert hall.  That was that very same dream in which I would have a most sublime encounter with Merlin on July 9, 1993.  Of course, that dream is in this blog and entitled: “Won’t take the A train.” 

I had flown out, too, to get a better view of this truly massive city.  The blackened river way below was so coloured because for being canyonned by all these massive structures, it never got direct sunlight.  The replica of Westminster Palace was made from a darker rock and easily 15 millennia older than the current structure on the banks of the river Thames.  What really struck me too, about this building, was that I thought at the time of how much it made Westminster Palace comparatively look like a child’s toy model of the real thing. 

Finally, on getting out into the beautiful-feeling sunlight, I turned around while I had been hovering at least forty storeys above the light-starved blackened river.  I had done so to gaze at the structure from which I had just flown.  Though a hotel, it seemed like a beautiful palatial structure on the banks of the ancient river.  The structure was sandstone and Château-like in style.  Easily in excess of twenty storeys, this was a truly massive structure. 

Twin Earth Architectural Grandeur

This palatial structure made the Château Frontenac in Québec City look like a child’s dollhouse.  There were innumerable dark spired turrets everywhere like at Château de Chenonceau.  Fleetingly, I experienced a stabbing anxiety at being so high up in the air with a body of water way below.  I was worried as to whether or not I would be able to stay aloft at these heights.  Thanks to the sombre, umbraed river way below, I was also fearful of possibly experiencing vertigo.  Isha da Braga came rushing out onto the balcony, from which I had flown, and excitedly called out to me. 

She was worried to death that I would fall; she excitedly demanded that I return at once.  Truly fearful, she asked that I stop being reckless with my life and to please return.  Poor dear, she didn’t quite get it; this was about complete release and being at one with All.  This dream was truly lyrical; it was sheer poetry.  This architecture was as distinctive and revolutionary as Antoni Gaudí’s vision has to date been on this planet. 

A Millennia Aged Civilisation

Looking up above me, I found out that the sky too was jet black and rather ominous looking.  One had the sense that there was a giant black hole on the verge of devouring the local star to this world – just as it had all others in its wake.  There were no doubts in my mind that this was, definitely, not here on Earth.  This, altogether, was a totally different star system to Sol.  Everything here was so intense and existed on a scale that was anywhere from 3-10 times more colossal than anything on Earth which closely resembled it.  Most of all, this was a beautiful old-souled world. 

Architecturally, buildings here were considered old if they had survived past a dozen millennia.  What really impressed me about this astrally projected experience, though, was the fact that everything was so alive, awakened and real.  My senses were keenly attuned.  The light here, though beneath a jet-black sky, was more intense than on Earth.  Though I never did see the star, or stars, of this particular system, nonetheless, it was a stellar source which was far more intense and powerful than Sol. 

A truly rhapsodic dream this proved.  After having telepathically told her not to worry, I spent a great deal of time soaring higher and just indulging in every aspect of this marvellous place and completely ignored Isha

Architectural Scales on Twin Earth

*Before having begun audiocassette-recording the dreams, as well as after having stopped recording the dreams on audiocassettes, I have had many dreams which were set on a companion Earth.  What was interesting to have discovered, is that this twin of Earth, is right here in Sol orbit, rather, than about another star.  According to these dreams, the parallel Earth, which is exactly the same size as Gaia, is at exactly the same location in its orbit about Sol as Earth.  That planet, however, is on the opposite side of Sol and as it travels in the same orbital plane as Earth and has the exact rotation and speed as Earth, we never see it. 

In that sense, Earth’s twin which sits on the other side of Sol is much like the dark side of the Moon.  Just as we never see that side of the Moon, we have also never seen Earth’s twin in the diurnal or nocturnal skies.  At this time, there is common knowledge of this planet’s existence by some governmental agencies.  Conversely, that twin Earth has not one but two moons.  They sit at the same distance relative to Earth’s Moon to the Earth twin. 

Elusive Twin Earth

One is roughly 81.5 per cent the size of Earth’s Moon.  The other is roughly 18.5 per cent the size and mass of Earth’s Moon.  The smaller Moon orbits the larger one and together they have the same tidal effects on the Earth’s twin as does Earth’s moon, Luna.  The twin Moons of Earth’s twin affords its ensouled inhabitants greater psychic and telepathic abilities than Earth’s humans. 

However, as that world is light years more technologically advance and is populated by different ensouled species, who peaceably cohabit their planet, it is best to keep mere mortals of this planet in the dark.  Incidentally, both Atlantis and Lemuria are current and starfaring civilsations on that parallel Earth.  Atlantis is an aquatic civilisation of seafaring humanoids which is where the tales of mermaids originates.  Lemurians are a land-based civilisation. 

More than 80, 000 years ago, the Lemurians altered their genetics to totally remove the primate instincts which left their DNA prone to being a warring race – as for that matter are Earth’s humans.  Atlantean Mermen do not have primate genetics and thus were never warring.  Too, there are three races of ensouled cetaceans on that world.  Further there are at least two dozen extra-human races with which they are in regular and ongoing contact.  The parallel Earth is a favourite, galactic tourist destination.  From time to time, visiting extra-humans to the hidden Earth twin venture to Earth and these are the UFOs/Aliens reported. 

The reason for the sky appearing so black and foreboding, I should think, has much to do with Twin Earth having developed the technological ability to cloak the planetary and lunar space.  This would afford them the ability to not be detected or photographed by a now-spacefaring, albeit solar, Earth civilisation which could prove hostile to them.  I should think that the foreboding blackness of the sky, observed from while being in the dream in flight on the planet, protects Twin Earth from any contaminants, especially nuclear, from Earth should there be any accidents.  This makes perfect sense when considering that both planets share the same orbit about Sol.  That blackness of the sky, though it was daytime, is what affords Twin Earth from going undetected. 

Roughly, 17 per cent of current Earthly humans have had a reincarnation cycle on Earth’s twin and are therefore intuitively aware of that world.  For these humans, it is part of their soul memories and periodically is accessed in dreams.  END. 

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A Love Supreme John Coltrane 1965 Full Album

Part I – Acknowledgement

Part II – Resolution

Part III – Pursuance

Part IV – Psalm

John Coltrane – Soprano & Tenor Saxophone

Jimmy Garrison – Double Bass

Elvin Jones – Drums

McCoy Tyner – Piano

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

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A Skilled Artisan Weaves Her Tapestry…

The Family of Queen Victoria in 1887. Oil on Canvas 65 x 89 Inches Provenance: Royal Collection Trust

I took the preceding photograph whilst being ravaged by the painting which featured in the exhibition: RUSSIA, ROYALTY & THE ROMANOVS at The Queen’s Gallery at Buckingham Palace when I visited in 2018 on the occasion of the centenary of Armistice Day. 

The Christening of HRH Prince Charles, December 1948. Standing L to R: Baroness Patricia Brabourne, HRH Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, HM King George VI, David Bowes-Lyon, Lord Athlone & HRH Princess Margaret. Sat L to R: Princess Victoria, Dowager Marchioness of Milford Haven, HM Queen Elizabeth II, HRH Prince Charles, HM Queen Mary. 
HRH Princess Victoria, Marchioness of Milford Haven

Princess Victoria, dowager Marchioness of Milford Haven was the granddaughter of HM Queen Victoria by way of Princess Alice of the United Kingdom (1843-1878) and Prince Louis IV, Grand Duke of Hesse by Rhine. Victoria was married to Prince Louis Battenberg, who later anglicised the family name on relocating to England from Germany. The Mountbattens had four children: Princess Alice, mother of HRH Prince Philip, Louise, Queen of Sweden, Prince George Mountbatten, 2nd Marquess of Milford Haven & Prince Louis Mountbatten, 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma. 

Prince Louis Mountbatten, 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma, Oil on Canvas.

Son of Princess Victoria, dowager Marchioness of Milford Haven, Prince Louis Mountbatten was the father of Baroness Patricia Brabourne & Pamela Hicks – the most marvellous royal raconteuse; she was wedded to international interior designer, David Hicks whose son Ashley is an equally gifted designer. Pamela & David’s statuesque Bahamian-habituated daughter, India, is mother of four sons and a daughter – also, a designer in her own right; she was a bridesmaid at her godfather, HM King Charles III marriage to his first wife, Diana, Princess of Wales.

Louis IV, Grand Duke of Hesse by Rhine & Princess Alice with their children. Princess Victoria stands at her father’s side

Princess Victoria, dowager Marchioness of Milfod Haven’s mother was Princess Alice of the United Kingdom, daughter of HM Queen Victoria. Princess Alice wears the crucifix and she, of course, did have a trying life; for being a carrier, she did know tragedy, owing to her offsprings’ haemophilia.

HRH Princess Alice of the United Kingdom

Princess Alice was born 25.4.1843 Year of the Horse. 7.2.9 = 9. Strong numbers and the energy body of 7 would leave her ever gracious and socially unflappable. Fourth number of 9 is about disvesting oneself of all prejudicial thinking. 

HM Queen Elizabeth II 60th Birthday Portrait. Michael Leonard. Acrylic on Cotton Duck. 65 x 89 Inches Provenance: National Portrait Gallery, London

On the occasion of HM Queen Elizabeth II’s 60th birthday, artist Michael Leonard painted the official portrait, which is part of the permanent collection of the National Portrait Gallery. HM Queen Elizabeth II 21.4.1926 Year of the Tiger. 3.7.7 = 8.Now let’s explore where it gets truly interesting.

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

Michael: This fragment is 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 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, Princess Alice of the United Kingdom. Devoted servant of the people through medicine (nursing). Health was compromised due to exposure to many contagions.

*There are 4 other past lives of note for Queen Elizabeth II’s soul; however, I have chosen not to share them herein. END.

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As is obvious from the christening photograph from December, 1948, Princess Victoria the dowager Marchioness of Milford Haven was sat immediately beside her reincarnated mother, Princess Alice, who was recently HM Queen Elizabeth II. As for Prince Philip that meant that he married his grandmother’s reincarnated mum, his maternal great-grandmother, Princess Alice. Conversely, King Charles was born to Queen Elizabeth II, his reincarnated paternal great-great-grandmother, Princess Alice of the United KIngdom, Queen Victoria’s daughter.

HM Queen Victoria

Queen Victoria would serve as mum to daughter, Princess Alice who in time, long after Queen Victoria’s passing, would reincarnate as Queen Victoria’s great-great-granddaughter – via Queen Victoria’s son, HM King Edward VII and become the longest ruling Sovereign of the United Kingdom, her late glorious – HM Queen Elizabeth II. Princess Alice’s soul had Queen Victoria for both mother and great-great-grandmother. Both HM Queen Elizabeth II’s numerology and overleaves left her in great stead to complete the task of not just having a strong constitution but being able to honorably serve as no other Sovereign before her has. HM Queen Elizabeth II, when Princess Alice of the United Kingdom was mentored by HM Queen Victoria’s steady example and it served her well when she chose to reincarnate and serve the dynasty in the capacity as Sovereign.

HM Queen Elizabeth II

I have chosen to post this dream of the late Queen, had November 2021. The dream dealt with her approaching passing, which did occur less than a year later. The dream was had in stark lucidity on the eve of HM King Charles III’s 73rd birthday on November 14, 2021. Late last month, November, 2023, I had a rather lucid dream encounter with HLM The Queen, it involved her engaging in needlepoint and being rather contemplative. I have experienced this previously, a famous, departed person engaging in needlepoint; it seems as though it is a form of meditation whilst they actively engage in past-live review of the just completed life. I had just such a dream encounter with Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis after her passing. I think too that these dreams hark back to past life endeavours of such persons, where the life was bucolic and the famous astral plane habituée returns to a pastime that brought that great serenity.

Needlepoint, seems, in that sense, to enhance their spiritual focus. The Queen was alone at night, in a large salon and as I approached, she looked up, smiled and returned to the business in hand. I was suprised to find that her needlepoint was of the most beauiful koi in a pond; I had been expecting it to be a work featuring corgis or at the very least horses. Perhaps, it harked back to a meditative lifetime long ago where she lived a spiritually focussed life at a temple where koi brought her great peace.

Homecoming – Dream of HM Queen Elizabeth II’s Imminent Passing
Tivon Pennicott – Spirit Garden

Young saxophonist, composer, arranger and true creative genius. 

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I Love You. Good Night & Sweet Dreams…

Self-portrait by Sir Anthony van Dyck

van der Pelster, Joop 12/7/43 ]O[ 29/8/2023 NLN/Montréal

Michael: 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 was 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 – cadre mate of both Merlin & Arvin’s. 

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 are: 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, 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 feels a connectedness with Joop because they are in the same cadre and Joop has 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 is a great deal of the “Visionary” here, which is one of the seven aspects of the Artisan.  He is also a “walker” in that he can pierce the veil between the planes at will, even though Joop did not call this phenomenon by name.  

Joop 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 Joop 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.  

He was a good friend, sometimes-lover and collaborator of Peter Paul Rubens.  Both of these men 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 and 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, to date the soul which was incarnate as Joop has had 18 past lives with Arvin and 12 with his task companion who was recently Merlin. 

One of those past-life associations was in late 16th century, early 17th century Belgium when Arvin, then female, was a lover and muse of painter, Otto van Veen’s. 

*From incarnation to incarnation, there are always touchstones. For Joop this was validated when venturing to his Oakville home, there I discovered that Joop collected the tiniest and most ornate, mostly gold, old world frames like those favoured from the great masters of the Flemish school. For me, having been a muse of Otto van Veen’s and Sir Peter Paul Rubens, it was no surprise that I would prove a favourite of George Hawken’s. Interestingly enough, Joop’s numerology at his passing perfectly mirrors mine at my birth. 2.1.8 = 11.

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Buster, aged 11. Buster Is Now aged18.

Last weekend, as I had not in ages felt, I became splayed. I was not depressed – I am not given to being thusly indulgent – too old to give a damn, frankly. In any event, Buster was being unusually withdrawn. Late at night, I caught him a couple of times, looking spooked and looking off into the pyramid room, being wide-eyed and even taking cover a couple of times. On Saturday evening, August 26, 2023, I missed my 2200 call to Joop; then again, it was not a cause for concern. I had overslept and if need be Joop would call up. Since late last year, we had been speaking every weekend, by early June, it became nightly.

Harbord Collegiate Institute

Joop had cancer and was slowly ebbing away. Back in September 1977, I had just begun my final year at Harbord Collegiate Institute. The storied high school was where architect Frank Gehry also attended. I was then in grade 13, which no longer exists, and along with studies also actively pursued dance studies. There were a few classmates with whom I messed around, nothing serious. The only adult with whom I then interacted was an artist and true eccentric. Ours, though, was never a sexual relationship, which I rather valued. He was knowledgeable, a sculptor and lived on and off in New York City, the El Dorado to which we all gravitated.

Robarts Library, University of Toronto

One cool Wednesday afternoon, instead of walking home from school to our East York residence at 122 Mortimer Avenue, along Bloor Street and across the Bloor Street viaduct, I continued along Harbord and made it to University of Toronto’s Fort Book, its central library, Robarts Library. Before getting down to studies, I had been poring through copies of African Arts magazine; I was eager to start an African mask collection so research was essential. Just as I began leaving a couple of hours later, I emerged outside facing due east at the top of the steps, a plume of smoke drifted my way and looking over, I caught the eye of the smoker. Diminutive, he was readily recalled from a dream the week prior. He smiled, just as he had in that dream and we both made for each other. He offered his cigarette, I declined by forthrightly stating, “you know, if you want to kiss, all you have to do, is ask?” Twenty minutes later with the most spectacular twinkling blue eyes ever, we shared our first kiss in his Oldsmobile Cutlass in the parking lot at 1111 Broadview Avenue, less than ten minute walk from my home.

Soon, I would abandon Robarts for the drive out to Joop’s Oakville home, which he shared with dark & handsome, Niles Milford. They kept their swimming pool open for lots of frolicking fun well into October. There were a few threesomes but most of all, I had the most sublime moments of ecstasy when lovemaking with Joop. The first time we were intimate, we walked into the bathroom to shower together and he winked at me as I stood arrested and awestruck at seeing, for the first time, my aura; Joop’s aura was also visible. Clearly, it was not the first time that he had witnessed this. Every timer thereafter, I always saw my aura when Joop and I were intimate – it was always intimate rather than sex or fucking; there is simply no other way to describe what it was like being with Joop.

The Belvedere, Montréal

Soon, Niles & Joop were relocated to Montréal, living in tony TMR (Town of Mount Royal) by late winter 1978. For the rest of my life, each August, I received a birthday card from Joop. Our love was deep and abiding. No matter where we were, we always managed at least once per month to talk by phone. From that first phone call, we had the most intense phone sex. Every time, we came simultaneously and few were the times when I saw my aura afterwards on taking to the bathroom. Though they never met and never spoke, one thing always fascinated me; Merlin & Joop sounded exactly alike on the phone. This was even more so evident with Merlin’s passing in November, 1989. A month later, December 1989, Niles died of cancer; Joop and I then had each other, preventing the other from falling apart.

Copper Pyramid in Green Bedroom

Sensing that the end was nigh, I recharged my trusty crystals and burnt beeswax candles through my art-filled home whilst meditating and sleeping in the pyramid. As the energy of the pyramid is considerable, I never sleep longer than four hours at a time, the dream activity therein is intense and any longer duration proves exhausting. Saturday, Sunday and Monday, I slept more than 7 hours each day, which is unheard of for me. I was splayed and feeling dislocated; I knew well what was about to unfold. Sunday night, we talked for just under five minutes in our daily communion. On Monday, he did not answer, which had previously occurred. Again, on Tuesday, he did not respond; he did say that he was sleeping longer and dropping off well before 2200. I thought to suggest that we speak, going forward, changing the time of our rendezvous to 2100. I wrote an email and suggested we chat in the daytime on Wednesday, if not, I would speak later.

The phone finally answered; however, it was Joop’s executor. Joop had been discovered seven hours earlier. Instantaneously, the dross that had enervated me, evaporated. My longest enduring friendship, love affair was over. The one lover/friend with whom I had never once had a falling out; on the cusp of 46 years, after months of cocooning, Joop unfolded his wings and took flight, becoming refocussed elsewhere. Sweet and blissful dreams my love; the most intimate lucid dreams, we shall yet share.

After having a good cry, over two days, I slipped into six- inch Bally, black patent leather pumps, plopped in my red-tailed butt plug – I plan on going as Prinz Wilhelm von Pegged und Fisted for Halloween celebrations with a faux Irish Guards tunic. For the next several hours, West Indian to the core, I played the previous compilation of the Mighty Sparrow’s music from my Calypso-sodden childhood in the Caribbean, thoroughly enjoying myself whilst celebrating Joop’s magical, beautiful life.

Damn right! Life’s no dress rehearsal, shake arse at racist boors whilst laughing loudest!

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

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

The Little Grovelling Bastard/The Second Caligulan Age!

Spike Milligan Presented with Lifetime Achievement Award, British Comedy Awards, 1994.

Also, at the 1994 British Comedy Awards, hosted by Jonathan Ross, Neil Simon and his then wife and a rather ravishing Maureen Lipman, who hysterically buries her face into the table, among other luminaries. Of course, Spike’s biting humour came a year after Caligula II’s salacious recorded utterances were published, thereby setting the tone for the coming Second Caligulan Age. After having made it perfectly clear to Prince Harry that he did not want ‘her’ (Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and Harry’s wife) at Balmoral at the passing of HLM Queen Elizabeth II, Catherine The Princess of Wales was left behind so that it would not appear as though Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex was being targeted.

As ever, Incitatus comes between Caligula II and his Courtesan Queen

Alas, as with the royal pantomime, there are no secrets and sooner or later the truth surfaces. The shitty little grovelling bastard, Caligula II, with his male lover ubiquitously two steps behind him and always closer to him than his Queen, had his coronation on Prince Archie of Sussex’s fourth birthday so that Meghan would seemingly have the excuse of not attending to be with her son on his birthday – god only knows human children cannot fly intercontinentally before the age of ten.

Incitatus

The lover masquerading as manservant/bodyguard. What bodyguard/servant sits behind the King in the royal box? What bodyguard/servant stands at the coronation, clutching his white gloves, hands looking as unbruised and delicate like those of a pampered male lover? Indeed, whereas Her Late Majesty Queen Elizabeth II favoured four-legged equine fare as royals have a keen affinity for horses, Jonny is nothing more than Caligula II’s three-legged Incitatus. Together, all alone at Highgrove House, whilst the fugly beard drinks and reads at Ray Mill House, what exactly do you think that they get up to? Clearly, they aren’t crocheting doilies for her to cover her fugly mug. Look at the way the manservant/lover disrobed Caligula II in the Abbey, for all the world to see, with a seductive delicacy that the toadying power-mad stud knew, would later be praised as the grovelling little bastard, Caligula II, begged to have Incitatus give it to him good… yet again.

Lucille Bogan Singing Caligula II & his Manservant/Lover through their all-night boogie

How like a three-legged Incitatus, this beauteous equine specimen is possessed of beauty to beguile any man; this Incitatus provokes the same passionate response as her racing steeds did HLM Queen Elizabeth II. These powerful rulers, drunk on power and too old and powerful to give a goddamn what the world thinks, want nothing but the best, get nothing but the best. I rather suspect that this rotation of lovers, conspicuous or not, is why Michael Fawcett was put out to pasture. No longer able to canter and stud between the royal sheets, Michael well past his cum-shooting prime, was callously replaced. This, of course, occurred in stages. This kilted Highgrove House ‘Grey’ served his apprenticeship by being within HLM Queen Elizabeth II’s orbit, effectively gaslighting the kingdom.

“Well, will you look at that, he’s got his lover sat right here in the royal box,” HRH Prince Richard The Duke of Gloucester must have thought as he peered across at the kilted Incitatus in their midst.

Naturally, at Her Late Majesty’s passing, kilted Jonny moving into position behind Caligula II, would not be cause for rumour. There was Incitatus ‘sat’ in the royal box behind Caligula II at his first Remembrance celebration at the Royal Albert Hall in November, 2022 as Sovereign/God/King/Caesar relished his reign as Caligula II at the dawn of the Second Caligulan Age. How many times before leaving to join the dog-faced beard on duty in service to the little bothersome people, did Caligula II engage in some lusty groping up kilt and heavy face-fucking then doing so on returning and being alone in his quarters with the Highgrove/Clarence House Grey stallion, virile with masterful stamina whose prostate has not yet begun to enlarge?

Caligula II & Michael Fawcett

Indeed, just like Angela Kelly was thrown to the dogs, so too did Caligula II have Michael Fawcett put out to pasture, redundant and spent his prostate enlarged. After having waited all these decades, Caligula II flexing his talons has been rapaciously vile, including, evicting Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex and his marvellously articulate and elegant wife, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex from Frogmore Cottage. Just as well as they were paying 18 times as much in annual rent than that barrel-hipped paedophile with the carrier Porchester scoliosis gene at Royal Lodge, which is infinitely larger than the Sussex-renovated abode to which the now American habituated royals fled, to escape the racial animus of the now Waleses and their sycophantic royal household staffers.

Water colour of Sandringham House by HRH Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, King Charles III

Never mind Caligula II’s watercolours, how many nude portraits of his prized three-legged Incitatus exist in various stages of tumescence? These indeed are the tableaux well worth seeing than these genteel, fluid, jolly gay attempts at creative genius, which look more becoming of his gin-sodden grandmother, not the lunatic one, the maternal one.

Caligula II

Yes, indeed, this truly is the Second Caligulan Age, right down to the three-legged Incitatus. Debauched, buggered and besotted, fatty fingers Caligula II is drunk with power but most of all drunk in lust, as the little grovelling bastard night and day yearns for his coveted Incitatus.

Diana, Princess of Wales

First he had his wife, Diana, Princess of Wales murdered as he never could stand being in her presence. She was too beautiful; she was competition. Indeed, there could only be one Queen, never two. He needed a beard, an inconsequential confidante who was neither competition nor remotely loveable. Just someone to masquerade as the epitome of the beau idéal spouse. Of course, with Earl Mountbatten stage-managing all this mid-century pantomime, it all seemed to be going so smoothly. Then the sodomite got blown to bits for being a predatory paedophile of the poor inconsequential peasants’ little boys or so he thought. Thereafter, his acolyte, Caligula II, has had to very impatiently stage-manage his pantomime with far too much interference from his Tiger mother, HLM Queen Elizabeth II, with whom he could never, as a Rat, have enjoyed anything beyond grudging relations.

Restored Ugly Duchess. The Courtesan Queen

The Courtesan Queen was the ideal partner after Diana’s murder; such a spouse would have no qualms about not cohabiting when she knows that the very smell of women makes Caligula II grossly uncomfortable. Get a blithering idiot who is forever fidgeting, breaks protocol at every turn and someone of moderately keen acting skills, who does know just-so, how to behave in public and makes sure to be rude and dismissive of the untouchable non-Whites.

Queen of the Blackamoors

Deliberately, the Queen of the Blackamoors is not the centre of the frame, rather she is to the side and the mantel filled with possible blackamoor candelabras, is the photograph’s focal point. Openly ridiculing Inuit throat singers, brushing off Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon, brushing off Maori dancers performing haka, fidgeting with hair as crown is placed on head at Westminster Abbey. Why pray tell must you aesthetically prey on us? Go on then, stick your hand out and call your broom; you’ve long overstayed your welcome.

The Dying Queen

Impatient with having to play second fiddle to the old death-evading crone, did Caligula II also have her knocked off? Send her to Balmoral and make sure she doesn’t come back after the summer break. She got a good send off at the Platinum Jubilee, no need to let her slip on by; before you know what, Caligula II would have to be planning for the old crone’s Oak Jubilee. Besides, HRH Prince Philip The Duke of Edinburgh, whom he truly feared, was gone. Caligula II was free to do as he pleased, without being berated by Philip and reminded of what a damn failure he is.

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

Perhaps, that is why I dreamt of her passing on the very eve of Caligula II’s birthday in 2021; the prophetic dream was also indicating, who would be the cause of her death. HLM Queen Elizabeth II was found face down on the floor in the morning of September 8, 2022 by staffers. Look at that final photograph of the late Queen, the back of her right hand is almost blackened as though she was on intravenous drugs and likely morphine. Trust you me, if like Tiberius he had to suffocate his mother with a pillow, Caligula II would not think twice. Caligula II is the oldest soul member of the senior royals whose Michael overleaves have been channelled and as such, he has a depth of complexity and what would seem like amoral resolve that would incite fear in everyone in that family.

John Hurt as Caligula I & Sian Phillips as Livia in I, Claudius

Two days later, HLM The Queen was found face down, dead in her bedroom. Had she been assisted or simply overdosed by Caligula II, who was done waiting forever? Diana after all was murdered. How like Caligula II, after having forced Queen Elizabeth II to speciously claim that when the time comes, she would like Camilla, the Courtesan Queen, to be known as the Queen Consort, not have had the old crone discourteously sent packing, much like Angela Kelly. Just as one would expect nothing less from Caligula II’s namesake, there was that fidgeting adulterous misanthrope, being crowned Queen not quite 8 months later. Queen my ass!

Incitatus disrobes Caligula II

Ageing Caligula II was done waiting, with his abusive pa dead and gone, time to dispense with the old crone. A Saturn Return earlier, Caligula II was openly ridiculed throughout the kingdom as at the British Comedy Awards of 1994; thus his soul was corrupted. Wounded at being the butt of the kingdom’s jokes, Caligula II damn well had to lash out. For now, Caligula II couldn’t wait for his kilted lover to disrobe him before the world and rub him the right way behind the screen with the holy oil. In all of this, his heir of Bourbon blood, has his statuesque son stand next to the sibling of his love child with his mistress, Countess Rocksavage, whose queer husband lives fulltime in Paris with his male lover, whilst they served as pages carrying his step granddad, Caligula II’s ermine robe.

Though he was with a group of 12 and 13-year olds, a very tall 9-year old HRH Prince George of Wales performed handsomely on the day. L-R Lord Cholmondeley (13), Prince George of Wales (9), Nicholas Barclay (13) & Ralph Tollemarche (12).

That’s right pepper mouth souce his ass.

After he and Caligula II had yelled and screamed at Prince Harry at the Sandringham House summit, as we now know, thanks to Prince Harry’s SPARE, there was The Late Queen Elizabeth II being a real pepper mouth, telling off William as he and his inarticulate, racist wife were the architects of the Sussexes’ departure from the kingdom; not of course were they acting without the tacit approval of Caligula II and his kilted lover, Incitatus plus the fugly beard, the Courtesan Queen.

Caligula II 14/11/48 London

Michael: Caligula II is a seventh-level mature warrior.  Caligula II is in observation mode, with a goal of acceptance and attitude of pragmatist; Caligula II is in the moving part of intellectual centre.  

Caligula II’s body type is Mercury-Saturn. 

Caligula II’s primary chief feature is stubbornness, secondary is self-deprecation. 

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

Caligula II‘s casting, which is virtually the same as Robert Bateman’s, is entity two, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404. Caligula II is second-cast in a fourth cadence, entity four, cadre four, greater cadre 16, pod/node 404. 

*These Michael Overleaves were channelled by a channel in the original Michael group who was part of the composite Jessica Lansing in the Michael books by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. I worked with her for 2.5 years before her passing in the late 90s. She dismissed all Michael channels as fraud save two, one of whom I have worked with over the years. As these overleaves were not requested by myself, I do not know past life connections to either Merlin or me.

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Caligula II

Caligula II happens to be the oldest soul of the senior royals whose overleaves to date have been channelled. I do not know the soul ages of the following royals, senior or minor: HRH Princess Anne, The Princess Royal, Tim Lawrence, Captain Mark Philips, Zara Tindall, Mike Tindall and their three issue, Peter Philips, Autumn Philips and their two issue, Prince Andrew, Duke of York, Sarah, Duchess of York, HRH Princess Beatrice of York, Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi and their daughter Sienna, HRH Princess Charlotte of Wales, HRH Prince Louis of Wales, HRH Prince Edward, The Duke of Edinburgh, Sophie, HRH The Duchess of Edinburgh their issue, Lady Louise of Wessex and James, The Earl of Wessex. I could very well see HRH Princess Eugenie of York being warrior-souled as for that matter, both Princess Anne and her daughter Zara Tindall. Princess Eugenie’s very strong numerology and her being born in the year of the Horse, would have her call bullshit on Prince William, The Prince of Wales in a heartbeat. Warriors tend to be wary of scholars and of course, as is obvious with Catherine, The Princess of Wales, Eugenie is the dominant partner in her marriage to Jack Brooksbank. All warriors regardless of sex, will be the dominant partner in their relationships. Also, the fact that she is rather close to and loyal to warrior soul, Prince Harry, would suggest Princess Eugenie being warrior-souled if not an entity mate of the late QEII, Harry and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex.

Caligula II

As it is territory with which I am only too well familiar, being seventh-level mature, makes Caligula II the most complex, volatile, vicious and feared royal. Caligula II’s latter day Milonia Caesonia – of no discernible couth and as Seutonius prophetically described ‘neither beautiful nor young,’ the Courtesan Queen, is no match for him; she also happens to be a third mature scholar soul – same age as Meghan. This is why the Courtesan Queen is always seemingly so shell-shocked, forever fidgeting and never knowing whether coming or going as her circuitry is so perpetually jammed by his reptilian hissing. Caligula II & Peggalicious both have goals of Acceptance but with chief features of Stubbornness, which means that they are never fully at ease and are given to being snobbish boors who are inclined to being prejudicial, to all out racist. Clearly, the jury is not still out on this; the truth of who these two are, is plainly obvious. Incidentally, Prince William, The Prince of Wales is sixth mature Scholar and the only other channelled royal, who is older-souled than Prince William, is HRH Prince Archie of Sussex, who is a seventh mature Priest soul with rather mellow older-souled overleaves.

HLM Queen Elizabeth’s casket is lowered into the royal vault at Windsor Castle

One of the main takeaways from the Sussexes’ interview with Oprah was how many times, they went to great lengths to point out that HLM The Queen was always so good and accessible and was very inviting and encouraging of American thespian, Meghan into the family. After having buried both the obstacles to his power, Philip and Elizabeth, we now see that Caligula II having been the true power behind Elizabeth’s reign and certainly so by the time that Meghan came along. It is obvious that Elizabeth sanctioned Harry’s marriage to the Black American; however, had Elizabeth died within a couple of years of Diana, Princess of Wales’s murder, Prince Harry likely would not have been allowed to marry Meghan. It is highly improbable that either Caligula II or his Courtesan Queen would have sanctioned a royal marriage between Prince Harry and the Black Yank, Meghan. With Queen Elizabeth II removed from the scene, everything became fully focussed and there could be no mistaking where the palace machinations originate.

TRH Prince William & Catherine of Wales

Yes, the now Waleses played their part; however, they are so caught up in their own war of the Waleses that they were not the main catalyst for Meghan becoming a ‘non-working royal’ which of course is a fabricated term as there is simply no such damn thing. With Meghan having left the kingdom and levelled the very damning charge of suffocating racism against the House of Windsor, though the royals have lied and protested a bit too much, the fact remains, the flat-assed, pretentious eurotrash boor did wear a blackamoor brooch to TLQ’s Buckingham Palace Christmas lunch in 2017. Though Prince William weakly protested, by claiming a double negative, he readily outed his family and royal households as the racist boors that they are, Caligula II though has been viciously vengeful towards Meghan, for having revealed their ugly truth. Consequently, Caligula II has been working overtime to gaslight the commonwealth’s Blacks that all is well with the House of Windsor with regards race. Well Clearly Rihanna, a baroness in her own right, was not buying their lie and there went the Sovereign as head of state of Barbados within a year of Elizabeth’s death and just after I had had that rather prophetic dream of Queen Elizabeth II’s passing on the eve of Caligula II’s 73rd birthday in November, 2021.

Caligula II, HRH Prince Andrew, The Duke of York & HRH Prince Henry, The Duke of Sussex

Three pivotal men in the House of Windsor are born in the year of the Rat and with all such males, there will be trouble afoot on the home front. Caligula II is born in 1948, his brother Prince Andrew with whom he does not get along and then Prince Harry, his son, who, like Caligula II, is also a warrior soul. You can always count on warriors to add fire to any drama. Both Caligula II and Prince Andrew have 5 in the fourth position, which brings with it sexual infamy and usually something to do with homosexual scandal and more often than not sex with minors directly or by association. Prince Andrew is guilty of the latter and Caligula II is guilty by association with Jimmy Saville and his same-sex proclivities have been known for decades. A friend of Merlin’s went to school with Caligula II so I do know what I know. Caligula II 14.11.1948 Rat 5.7.2 = 5. Prince Andrew 19.2.1960 Rat 1.3.1 = 5 and Prince Harry 15.9.1984 Rat 6.6.1 = 4. Prince Harry is a completely different kettle of fish to his father, Caligula II, and uncle, Prince Andrew. Though, I do not know Prince Andrew’s Michael overleaves, I rather suspect that he is not an older soul than either his brother or nephew. The Late Queen Elizabeth II, Caligula II, William & Catherine TRH Prince & Princess of Wales are all possessed of a chief feature of stubbornness; this leaves them all with the inability to embrace change and to admit to being wrong. They are also all supreme shit disturbers. Of the principal royals: the Late Queen, Caligula II, Camilla, William, Catherine, Harry, Meghan and Prince George, Prince Harry along with Prince Philip are the only sceptics, which means that both warriors (Philip is a fourth mature warrior) see straight through all BS and call BS and will wage war until the last man drops. Prince Harry is assured that he is right. Prince Harry has a goal of growth and his secondary rather than primary chief feature, is stubbornness, which means he will not settle for any injustice and being told that truth and justice cannot prevail against all else. With the Late Queen, Prince Philip, Caligula II, Catherine, William all having a chief feature of stubbornness, they have/had no desire for the media/Fleet Street abattoirs to be challenged as it could bring about change that could prove disadvantageous. All persons in stubbornness do not like change, including a Black woman, a Black Yank marrying in.

Diana, Princess of Wales & Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex

Quick departure. To be seventh mature soul (Caligula II – warrior) is like an old soul to a sixth mature (Prince William – scholar). The vast wealth of knowledge and awareness between soul levels is just as vast as that between a young soul and an old soul. Of all the royals, what makes Prince William so difficult is that he is in the intellectual part of moving centre. All the others whose overleaves have been channelled, are in the moving part of intellectual centre. There are only two exceptions: Diana, Princess of Wales and Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex. Both are artisan souls, Diana second mature and Meghan third mature – the latter same soul age as the Courtesan Queen who is a third mature scholar. What made both Diana and Meghan such a problem for the senior royals, is that both are in the moving part of emotional centre. This is the greatest disposition for a truly gifted actor. Meghan has an emotional intelligence that stratospherically towers above all the other royals. This similitude to Diana, Princess of Wales, his mum, is what apart from the fact that they are entity mates, would have attracted Prince Harry to Meghan. She is uncannily similar to his mum and Prince William would also have found this unsettling.

Diana, Princess of Wales & Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex

Both Diana and Meghan were born to be senior royal women fully equipped for the modern age of meet and greet, exceptional charisma, and be exquisitely photogenic; this is what artisan souls do best and it helped enormously that Meghan had acted. The camera equally loved both women; additionally, Meghan had mastered the art of being on. Sadly, as baroness Marie-Christine demonstrated, the island kingdom dwellers were not prepared to have their millennia-aged iconography corrupted by descendants of the enslaved, certainly not Caligula II, the little grovelling bastard.

HLM Queen Elizabeth II

The Queen was a realist with a goal of dominance, she would not have feared Meghan marrying in; HLM The Queen would have perceived the union of Prince & Princess Henry of Sussex as advantageous to the Crown. HLM The Queen knew Meghan to be an asset with great appeal to the commonwealth; she also knew her at soul centre as Meghan, Harry & HLM The Queen are entity mates. However, The Queen’s heirs and Catherine did not see it this way. Prince Harry marrying Meghan was seen as a betrayal by Caligula II, Courtesan Queen & TRH Prince & Princess of Wales.

Baroness Marie-Christine, Princess Michael of Kent

That flat-arsed woman and her uncouth open racial attack on Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex, was obviously the tip of the iceberg of abuse to which Meghan was being subjected within the palace, from the royal households and other principals, not just Prince William and Catherine, The Princess of Wales. As is plainly now obvious, Caligula II and the Courtesan Queen also played their part in sabotaging Meghan’s royal life. Because the principal players all possess(ed) a chief feature of stubbornness, their handling of this incident would prove catastrophic for the House of Windsor with nasty repercussions. Straight away, they should have seen the importance of Meghan far outweighed that of the Prince & Princess Michaels of Kent. If anyone is truly non-working royal, which is a fabricated term to racially ostracise Meghan, it is baroness Marie-Christine, the Eurotrash pretentious boor, who is in the same league as the Jamaican fabulist of obvious gender treachery. Baroness Marie-Christine and her husband should simply have been evicted from Kensington Palace – like Caligula II has callously done The Sussexes from Frogmore Cottage – and made to live offsite somewhere in Mayfair or elsewhere, just as Caligula II has done Angela Kelly. There was no greater value for dollar to the monarchy of the Prince & Princess Michael of Kent over the Duke & Duchess of Sussex – age, diversity, charisma and appeal. Nonetheless, Meghan was too great an affront to the stubborn-focussed Elizabeth II, Caligula II, William and Catherine, Meghan instead simply had to go.

HM Queen Elizabeth II

The time to have acted was swiftly, decisively, back in December, 2017 and not let things fester in the hope that the exposed anti-Black racism of senior and minor royals would simply go away. Of course, when it all came undone, they began blaming that problem ‘Yank’ and talked crap about “recollections may vary.” The hell they don’t! Every Black in the commonwealth diaspora saw the blackamoor brooch worn by Baroness Marie-Christine and our hearts sank, knowing the sheer hell to which Meghan clearly was being subjected. Guilty as all hell of having made Meghan’s life living hell, all the major principals chose to go with their chief features of stubbornness; they simply ignored the little negro Yank (Meghan) and began clawing at every well-placed Black in the island kingdom and their shadow. Of course, what had been done to Diana, Princess of Wales was being meted out to Meghan – let her self-destruct.

Princess Margaret, Countess Snowdon & King George VI’s Equerry Captain Peter Townsend

Recently, I was invited to a lovely Sunday brunch in one of the ubiquitous much-too-tall condos – 58th storey suite with views south to more condos, blocking any chance of seeing Lake Ontario – 46% of all construction cranes in North America are in Toronto. Invariably, talk turned towards the House of Windsor. One guest, Alexandra, was a charming, flame-haired, ancient beauty, well into her tenth decade, began casting light on the Late Queen whom, she assured us, no one truly knew. Born in Rhodesia, like all moneyed Whites, her family had a farm in Africa… charmant. In any event, eventually, she would move to South Africa and when Nazi sympathiser, President P. W. Botha appeared intent on race war or genocide, she and family left Cape Town and settled in Toronto.

Trooping the Colour, Horse Guards Parade early 20th century

Her only husband would recently die during the Covid pandemic. Though she also had Covid, she has survived and lived on, being pleasantly eccentric with a razor sharp wit, crystalline memory and the warmest blues eyes. Her father had been high up in the military and his family had served the monarchy for the last two plus centuries. Thus it was that she travelled from Rhodesia each June, for two months, in London. They took in the trooping the colour ceremony, the Royal Ascot and visited relations who lived equally baronially.

Buckingham Palace Garden Party early 20th century

She attended garden parties at Buckingham Palace when a teen; there, she met both Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret, her contemporaries, the latter being much more handsome than her sister, she authoritatively stated. Then talk turned to what a not pleasant character the late Queen was. As the story goes, the royals had hectares next to her colonial family’s hectares in Rhodesia and it was there that Princess Margaret was sent by the Queen and whilst waiting, told that the dashing King’s equerry, Margaret’s lover, Captain Peter Townsend, would not be joining her in Rhodesia after all. Townsend had been banished to Belgium instead and that was that. Well, my darlings, according to the fascinating guest, Margaret had a complete breakdown of operatic proportions, screamed, wailed night and day and ran about naked and set fire to one of the houses on the vast estate. Obviously, the Queen was well familiar with Margaret’s temperament so had sequestered her in the colonies where her expected breakdown would be well out of reach of the London media.

Meghan, Harry & Prince Archie Vancouver Island, Canada

Said Alexandra, if it proves a problem, simply ship it offshore with talk of things getting well soon, only to have the rug pulled out from under the disposed bother. What Meghan and Harry were put through, in being shipped off to Canada, was simply the late Queen, doing as she had done before. Rather insightful indeed; she was adamant that the whole affair had been handled disastrously. Said the marvellous raconteuse, the pompous Marie-Christine – Alexandra haughtily referred to the racist boor as baroness, never princess – should have been sent packing off Palace grounds. Harry and Meghan, said she, were the only hope of saving the empire (rather than commonwealth), which of course is what it truly is, nothing more than rebranding to keep up with the times. Margaret, said Alexandra, had never recovered from how the Queen had betrayed and punished her.

Princess Margaret 21.8.1930 /\ 3.2.6 = 11. Meghan, Princess Henry 4.8.1981 /\ 4.3.4 = 11

One thing that should be noted is the similitude that exists between both Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex and HRH Princess Margaret, Countess Snowdon. Being possessed of master numbers has a two-fold quality; with the good comes the bad. In both person’s case being possessed of master number 11 brings with it great talent but also great trial. Whereas HRH Princess Margaret was a talented pianist with a great singing voice, so too is Meghan a great actor who is exceptionally articulate. Master number 11 speaks of great fame; what it always brings, is great jealously to the point where one risks being maligned and sabotaged by others rather than of one’s doing. HLM Queen Elizabeth II sabotaged HRH Princess Margaret because she was too sparkling and brilliant.

If it looks like aubergine, it is not a cucumber! Let those with eyes see. Catherine & Ben

So, too, the woefully inarticulate Catherine, HRH The Princess of Wales, who spends inordinate time with The 1851 Trust clearly obsessed with Olympian Ainslie’s oar, had her task companion, HRH Prince William, The Prince of Wales with tacit support from Caligula II and his neither beautiful nor young Milonia Caesonia, The Courtesan Queen engage in an ongoing campaign of sabotaging Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex’s persona and image. I think that there may well be an element of karmic payment at play here; consequently, it could simply be karma being created, based purely in jealousy and racial animus. At the end of the day, Catherine clearly is now merely Rose’s understudy as Diana, Princess of Wales was the Courtesan Queen’s; either way, Catherine will always be King Mother. Moreover, unlike the chatelaine of Haughton Hall, Catherine is never mistaken for an alpaca.

Duke Ellington

As we got from the table and began prepping for bridge, which by the way, I do not play, the host began playing Jazz at which, Alexandra chimed in and began telling of her friendship and correspondence with Duke Ellington. Truly, Alexandra is a living link to history.

TRH Duke & Duchess of Sussex’s Royal Wedding & St. Paul’s Cathedral with Incitatus

Naturally, the Late Queen and her two heirs, all with chief feature of stubbornness, thought that there was no big deal in Baroness Marie-Christine, after having racially attacked Meghan, attending the Black woman’s historic royal wedding. Adding insult to injury, the same Eurotrash, anti-Black racist minor royal – who kept two black sheep she named Venus and Serena, was sat well ahead of the Sussexes at the June, 2022 Platinum Jubilee service at St. Paul’s Cathedral, and the Sussexes sat immediately ahead of Caligula II’s three-legged, eavesdropping Incitatus.

HRH Prince Harry The Duke of Sussex & HRH Prince William The Prince of Wales

Oil on Canvas

54 x 58 in

©2009 Nicky Philipps

Provenance: National Portrait Gallery

Prince Harry has a chief feature of arrogance, which is the sign of someone who is truly and innately shy; incidentally, this is why he finds the paparazzi so very intrusive and unsettling, along with the role that they conveniently played in Caligula II’s murder of his mum, Diana, Princess of Wales – this is genuinely triggering trauma for Prince Harry. Prince Harry’s chief feature, which emerges during one’s late teens – one is never born with chief features – famous persons with chief feature of arrogance are always fearful and feel themselves exposed and acutely vulnerable. At 12, Harry would have felt utterly exposed and overwhelmed with a sense of vulnerability, which would have been triggered by his mum’s murder and the obvious press intrusion. William, for being older, responded to Diana’s murder by shutting off everyone who is not within his inner circle’s orbit. Persons with chief feature of stubbornness are almost fanatical about not having their sense of order disturbed in the slightest by anyone or anything. These are rather tight-minded persons.

Prince Harry The Duke of Sussex & Meghan The Duchess of Sussex

What’s more, Meghan, Prince Harry’s beautiful, elegant, gifted wife, has a chief feature of self-deprecation, which acts internally and sees one being far too accommodating and apologetic when being picked on and abused. This is readily discernible in the text exchange between her and Catherine, The Princess of Wales, shared in Prince Harry’s searing memoir, SPARE, which incidentally could only have been written by a royal with an attitude of scepticism, Prince Harry. Persons with the attitude of sceptic (Prince Harry – and incidentally, yours truly) do not fear anyone. Such persons will take the fight to anyone in a quest to defend the truth and veracity of anything that one holds dear.

The Waleses & Sussexes Windsor walkabout, 2022

If you think that Caligula II is not racist then do keep in mind that Prince Harry, as outed in SPARE, demanded that his father, Caligula II, cease referring to his wife, the Black Yank, as that woman. Then, though this in no way excuses their own anti-Black racism, William insisted that the Sussexes join him and Catherine on the Windsor walkabout in September, 2022 after The Queen’s passing; at the end of the day, William is Diana, Princess of Wales’s son and he has a goal of Acceptance, which is precisely what such a person would have done. People who do not have a chief feature of stubbornness find such persons the most acutely uncomfortable to be around, this is why that day, Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex genuinely looked fearful around William and Catherine, who with their 9 numerology are extremely difficult to have to suffer, especially when such persons have made an enemy of you and told lie after lie after lie.

Cressida Bonas attends royal wedding of TRH The Duke & Duchess of Sussex May, 2018

Had Prince Harry married the very acceptable White Briton of impeccable pedigree, Cressida Bonas, none of this racialised madness would have unfolded. Of course, true to form, once having been confronted by their racism, the three major senior House of Windsor royals, Queen Elizabeth II, Caligula II and William, Prince of Wales dug their heels in and, in essence, defended Princess Michael of Kent’s racist attack on The Duchess of Sussex. The Sussexes were shipped off to Vancouver Island then whilst there, the 5 Sovereigns gauntlet dropped during The Queen’s 2019 Christmas message broadcast, which was their response to the Sussexes wanting time out and a likely apology, which would never ever happen – fuck you, you do not count!

HM The Queen Christmas Message, 2019 – The Five Sovereigns

That was the betrayal of the Sussexes which was tantamount to Princess Margaret being shipped off to Rhodesia only to be hoodwinked when instead of joining her later, Captain Peter Townsend her lover, was exiled to Belgium. What they had not anticipated after the Camilla Tominey lie that Meghan made Catherine cry, was that Meghan would lay down the law to Harry and say, “I want out now and you are coming with me!” Stupidly, these people actually thought that she would stay there and take it.

Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex, Meghan The Duchess of Sussex & Oprah Winfrey

Of course, with an attitude of scepticism, Prince Harry saw every member of the House of Windsor for the vile creatures they were with regards to racism. It is plainly obvious that with only two more Christmas messages left to go, the Queen was not only terminally ill with cancer and dying but Caligula II was Regent, calling all the shots, and was fully supported by his equally racist son, William, The Prince of Wales both of whom have a chief feature of stubbornness. I think that it is plainly obvious the senior royal whose identity Prince Harry chose to protect during his sit down interview with Oprah Winfrey, with regards Prince Archie’s skin tone and what having a negro grandson would look like. Shock. Horror. Dread!

Rose Rocksavage (white dress with black trimming and bow) Williams’s lover at Caligula II’s coronation

It was Prince William, who declared when congratulated on Prince Archie’s birth that he was already an uncle to the coalmining muggles of his bothersome wife, who inconveniently stands in the way of he and Rose, Countess Rocksavage living blissfully ever after. Naturally, after the sit down interview with Oprah Winfrey on CBS in March 2021, Caligula II, who was Regent in all but name, decided to begin the full retaliatory campaign of, “We are very much not a racist family.” To that end, at Prince Philip’s (fourth mature warrior who happens like Harry to be a sceptic but with a chief feature of stubbornness) passing, Caligula II went all out on the ‘token negroes’ campaign, part of which was letting the kingdom become used to the notion of a slimmed down monarchy.

Baroness Benjamin of Beckenham, Baron Boateng of Akyem & Wembley + Baroness Scotland of Asthal

Thus it was that Prince Philip’s service of thanksgiving at Westminster Abbey, had the BBC’s Huw Edwards feature three exceptional token negroes of Caligula II’s. Trotted out were they as a show of the royal family’s inclusiveness and the fact that they could not possibly be racists; after all, recollections do vary. What other response could there have been by persons in denial but betray their guilt in the process?

Soprano Pretty Yende, Ascension Choir & Baritone Roderick Williams

Well Along comes Caligula II’s coronation and there were more token negroes embalming massa’s guilt complex no end. Seriously, where were all the token negros at the Late Queen’s Diamond Jubilee celebrations? Certainly, there were no such persons visible at William & Catherine’s snooze fest nuptials at which they rowed all the way from Westminster Abbey to Buckingham Palace.

Baroness Amos of Brondesbury, Rev. Hudson-Wilkin Bishop of Dover & Baroness Benjamin of Beckenham

Always ready to cakewalk and shine for massa, there was Baroness Benjamin again more proudly rigid as though like Prince William, she were similarly pegged, who’s recently afforded the none too unaware the Freudian slip of being in high heels – quelle surprise ça. There was the empire’s largesse being bestowed on commonwealth third-tier fare like Baroness Benjamin, who along with Baroness Amos of Brondesbury and Rev. Rose Hudson-Wilkin Bishop of Dover filled out Caligula II’s quota. All three carried symbols of might and oppression that effected the ancestors’ enslavement and the concomitant racism that endures to this day.

Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown evicts Caligula II and his clan

Astutely aware, a real baroness, Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown, got on the phone and seized the opportunity to throw off the yoke of empire. After Oprah’s interview of the Duke & Duchess of Sussex, in short order, there was Baroness Fenty, telling the world that the shitty little bastard, Caligula II, would never be sovereign of Barbados. Callously, Baroness Fenty saw to it that the handover of the British flag would be at night, thereby excluding the fugly duchess from the ceremony. More importantly, the process was expedited by scrapping a referendum and declaring oneself a republic well before The Queen could be discovered face down on her bedroom’s floor at Balmoral House. That, indeed, is how a real baroness, Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown, conducts herself. Like a true Queen, Baroness Fenty of Bridgetown made it perfectly clear that no one on her island kingdom of Barbados would ever bow to the little grovelling bastard, Caligula II.

Courtesan Queen with protective brolly & bag to ward off the repugnant heat/Natives

Of course, if the handover ceremony were at daytime, the god fugly Courtesan Queen would have attended with her convenient brolly and handbag whilst scaring the natives. Her crutches to hand, they would have afforded her an excuse for not shaking hands with said otiose bastards, much as she dismisses Inuit throat singers, and New Zealand singers performing a haka.

Prince Harry, The Duke of Sussex at Caligula II’s coronation attired head to toe in Dior

Nasty, little libidinous Caligula II of Athenian disposition, as common as White queers partout, wanted that Black woman nowhere near him and his realm. Thus not only was Prince Harry told ‘that woman’ was not invited to Balmoral but Caligula II saw to it that it would not occur as Catherine, The Princess of Wales was made to stay behind, which automatically precluded Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex attending – at least this was the outward cover story. Naturally, as Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex happened to have been in Britain at Queen Elizabeth II’s passing, she could not have been banned from the funeral. However, nasty little racial predator Caligula II had the Middleton in-laws attend his coronation sans their spouses so that Harry attending alone, would not look as obviously a snub of Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex as it was. Coward to the core, Caligula II saw to it that his coronation was on Prince Archie’s fourth birthday, conveniently, outwardly affording Meghan an excuse not to attend and the media another excuse to blame Meghan for not attending.

Caligula II Being Crowned: Oh my darling Boy, kiss me… Oh yes!

Indeed, the little grovelling bastard has grown drunk with power and proven a foul racist boor. Of course, with mummy and pa well out of the way, Caligula II can rule unchallenged with his pegged, fisted and miserably wedded accomplice, equally possessed of racial animus towards Blacks. Fatty-fingered Caligula II has quite effectively whitewashed the House of Windsor of the Black Yank. Caligula II has not in the least unconsciously painted a royal portrait as he would have it. With deft attack, Caligula II has employed a patina that slavishly strives to suppress any palimpsests of disturbing aspects of the empire’s past.

Doria, Harry & Meghan, Diana, Princess of Wales & Jack Spencer, 7th Earl Spencer

Dearest HRH Prince Archie & HRH Princess Lilibet of Sussex not to worry, you’ve got the most wonderful and loving parents, Harry & Meghan, a loving grandmother whom you know, Doria, who loves her special flowers in you. You’ve the most ravishingly wonderful guardian angel, granny Diana, Princess of Wales and great great grandfather, Albert ‘Jack’ Spencer, The 7th Earl Spencer. Don’t sweat the small stuff, every mighty oak will always have withered, dead branches, lightning ravaged and seared… spent. Forget about them, you’ve the most loving branches whose acorns you are and you will carry that love, adding your enriching branches whose acorns will thrive for millennia to come.

Karma Knows Nothing of Mercy: Caligula II Pelted With Eggs & Boos, York, November, 2022

Long millennia after the debauchery and sloth of the Second Caligulan Age, the little grovelling bastard, Caligula II, will never be fondly recalled but risibly dismissed as the inimitable Spike Milligan rightfully did.

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Ellington Uptown (1952) Full Album – Duke Ellington

Billy Strayhorn, Duke Ellington – Piano

Louis Bellson – Drums

Harry Carney, Hilton Jefferson, Jimmy Hamilton, Paul Gansalves, Russell Procope – Saxophone

Britt Woodman, Juan Tizol, Quentin Jackson – Trombone

William Anderson, Clark Terry, Ray Nance, Willie Cook – Trumpet

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

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Theft of the American Crown Jewels…

These are America’s Crown Jewels.

1. Cambodian Crown Jewels, British Art Dealer 2. Koh-i-Noor Diamond, Imperial State Crown of UK 3. Benin Bronzes, British Museum 4. Elgin Marbles, British Museum

Like the Cambodian Crown Jewels, the Kohinoor, the Benin Bronzes and the Elgin Marbles, the rapacious barbarians of the island kingdom must have them. If it is of value then it is theirs for the taking as it has been for 1.5 millennia, most especially so for the last century with regards American awards and the last half millennium through enslavement of African peoples, the spoils of Apartheid at the dehumanising expense of South Africa’s millennia aged original inhabitants. Justifying that rape and pillage has occurred with a reanimation of Brahminism.

When Will Smith walked onstage at the 94th Academy Awards and slapped Chris Rock; he kicked opened the doors for a sea-change; however, at the time, no one could quite perceive the event for the golden opportunity it actually is. Within days of the shocking event, the violent Black man who to that point had the squeakiest image in Hollywood, at least for a Black man, was dealt with. The Academy board of governors decided to ban Will Smith from appearing at the Oscars for ten years.

Back in the autumn of 1983, Merlin and I were holding up in actor, Joe Morton’s Upper West Side one-bedroom apartment that looked south. It was there that we took vows and became committed to each other until one of us passed… we kept those vows. Joe was off in England filming a television series whilst I nursed an injury caused when in a nasty car crash. We looked at a lot of film from Joe’s library, one of which was Black Orpheus. One evening, Merlin cooked a chicken paprikash and had two other couples over, both Black. There was talk about the Oscars earlier that year and how exciting it was that Louis Gossett Jr. had won best-supporting actor Oscar for An Officer And A Gentleman, which was a landmark first. After dinner and more great sex, we returned to the discussion about the Oscars that year and Hollywood politics. I had failed to see anything exciting about winning a best-supporting actor rather than best actor Oscar. Merlin in his charming way made an analogy after he declared that not in our lifetimes would a Black woman ever win best actress Oscar; Merlin was also just brutality pragmatic and honest that way.

Hollywood, Merlin stating the obvious, was a business of make-believe where one staged the desired outcome. In that sense, Merlin shared it was the greatest propaganda tool. It is a world where reality is made in the image of what those in control, would want it to be; in such a reality, Blacks could never be seen to be triumphant. Merlin then touched on the 1936 Olympics in Berlin where Jesse Owens won four gold medals before the debased terror, Adolf Hitler, thereby shattering his belief and propaganda of a master race that’s superior and always the winner. That event, said Merlin, was a real time event which could not be manipulated to achieve the desired outcome as Hitler would have it. Then, said Merlin, Hollywood and its awards are the antithesis of real time events like the Olympics. In the world of Hollywood, even if nominated, Blacks simply were never going to be allowed to win Oscars, just being nominated was good enough and a show of Hollywood elitists’ largesse. Hollywood said Merlin is a Jewish town, after all, and thus Blacks could never be expected to win Oscars, unlike winning Grammys or even Tonys. Besides, said Merlin, Hollywood elites were obsessed with making it in London society and were in bed with royals and getting to play in the truly big leagues. At the time, that angle escaped me; however, he had made the reference to Ben Kinsley winning best actor Oscar that year for his phenomenal performance in Gandhi which Merlin and I had seen the autumn prior at the Ziegfeld Cinema on West 54th Street at midnight, which I then thought the height of sophistication.

The following afternoon, Shawn Kerwin dropped by whilst we listened to the marathon live matinée broadcast of the Metropolitan Opera Centennial Gala. Shawn had designed the golden rolodex which was on display at Lincoln Center and dropped by as she would soon be designing a play back in Toronto that Merlin would be directing. The concert was mind-blowing; we made more love, napped into evening, made more love and then had dinner in the neighbourhood, came home and talked long into the night after he finished devouring another book. As was customary in those nightly discussions, we revisited the talk of the Oscars. Merlin apologised if he sounded pessimistic but he assured me that not during our lifetimes would a Black woman win best actress Oscar. Alas, that proved true for him and just about true for me; truth be told, if 9/11 had not occurred, Halle Berry would not have won best actress Oscar at the 2002 Oscars.

Along with Will Smith slapping Chris Rock – as well he damn well ought to have, based on the latter’s hideous Netflix special of March 2023 – the unfolding drama of the Sussexes has made total sense of Merlin’s predictions of four decades earlier. I have come to see how Hollywood keeps Black actresses at bay by favouring Britons and other White non-Americans. This is not just a disservice to American cinema but it is also illegal activity. I came to see how in Meghan, Duchess of Sussex’s lynching at the hands of the Prince & Princess of Wales in concert with the Courtesan Queen cast greater insights to what causes the embargo on Black actresses winning a best actress Oscar. William is president of BAFTA which has its only foreign branch in Hollywood, which it dubiously called BAFTA North America – it has nothing to do with Canada and everything to exclusively do with Hollywood.

So why after their wedding and their first royal tour to Canada did William and Catherine, now Prince & Princess of Wales, travel to Los Angeles? As the newly minted president of BAFTA he had to be feted in Hollywood where he was expected to continue the tradition of British film artists, being disproportionately represented and winning at an American awards. They had to continue a relationship begun by Prince Philip in 1959 as first President of BAFTA. As a fledging awards, BAFTA desperately needed the cachet that the Oscars afford; old world Hollywood glamour, worldwide brand recognition and star power that remains unsurpassed.

From Prince Philip 1959 to 1965, the baton was passed on Prince Louis Battenberg (Earl Louis Mountbatten 1966 to 1972, Princess Anne, Princess Royal 1973 to 2001. Next up was Lord Richard Attenborough 2002 to 2010; the current BAFTA president, Prince William, Prince of Wales from 2010 to present.

So with the current BAFTA president, we get Tom Hanks sitting in the royal box at a Aston Villa game and we all know that this football team has been BAFTA president, William’s favourite team since childhood. The day after, Tom’s wife, Rita Wilson, attended the 2023 BAFTA Awards where its President, which is customary, rowed with his hawkish wife, Catherine, Princess of Wales. Another example of influence peddling, Mr. Hanks is a multiple Oscar winner, two-time Oscar winner Michael Douglas and his Welsh wife, Catherine Zeta-Jones live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. Again, Oscar winners are favoured and you can bet that these American Oscar winners have been afforded honorary membership in members clubs like Annabel’s as part of the influence peddling as the BAFTA president hobnobs with Hollywood movers and shakers, in a bid to secure work and Oscar nominations for Britons working in Hollywood.

Well, if the angry Black male, Will Smith, is going to be censored for disrupting the Oscar telecast then Tom Hanks and the Douglas Zeta-Joneses should lose their Oscar vote for clearly engaging in influence peddling with the president of BAFTA. The Windsors are notorious for engaging in sketchy business deals, what with the now King Charles III, taking bags of cash from Saudi members of the Bin Laden family. There would also be nothing to stop William and his predecessors from engaging in accommodating Hollywood A listers for the sake of securing nominations for Britons at what is an American awards, the Oscars; of course, in keeping with all that elbow rubbing offered by royals, the Tonys, Grammys and Emmys will gladly favour British talent. It is not America’s responsibility to provide work for British actors and industry professionals. With a population five times as large as the UK’s, there is clearly a dearth of talent out there, such that America never needs to go courting or employing Britons over Americans. And that it is all about influence peddling and getting to hobnob with royals, where do you see Americans favouring Canadian talent, which relative to UK’s is considerable with a population twice as large as Canada’s should see more Canadian actors being nominated and winning Oscars all this time.

1. The Great Ziegfeld Luise Rainer, 1936 2. The Good Earth Luise Rainer, 1937 3. Gone With The Wind Vivien Leigh, 1939 4. Suspicion Joan Fontaine, 1941 5. Mrs. Miniver Greer Garson, 1942 6. To Each His Own Olivia de Havilland, 1946 7. The Heiress Olivia de Havilland, 1949 8. A Streetcar Named Desire Vivien Leigh, 1951 9. Butterfield 8 Elizabeth Taylor, 1960 10. Mary Poppins Julie Andrews, 1964

Just look at this, 20 best actress Oscars afforded British actresses for an American award.

11. Darling Julie Christie, 1965 12. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf Elizabeth Taylor, 1966 13. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie Maggie Smith, 1969 14. Women in Love Glenda Jackson, 1970 15. A Touch of Class Glenda Jackson, 1973 16. Driving Miss Daisy Jessica Tandy, 1989 17. Howards End Emma Thompson, 1992 18. The Queen Helen Mirren, 2006 19. The Reader Kate Winslet, 2008 20. The Favourite Olivia Colman, 2018

Naturally, with the House of Windsor involved, acquiring Oscars is infinitely easier accomplished than trying to spirit the great pyramids of Giza to London, which if it were possible, there’d likely be one at the expanded forecourt of the British Museum, one on The Regent’s Park and the other in Hyde Park. Obviously, Princess Anne’s tenure as BAFTA president likely saw her innate disdain for Yanks and general arrogance rule, which resulted in little return on investment. The same was true when Louis Mountbatten was BAFTA president. Of course, with Woody Allen, Steven Spielberg on Epstein’s flight manifests and Roman Polanski being too ‘special’ to prosecute, Old Dickie was in his element in Hollywood. Let’s face it, the IRA had nothing to do with Mountbatten’s explosive demise, born 25.6.1900 Year of the Rat, as ever numbers never lie. 7.4.5 = 7. Two 7s and a 5 alluding to sexual scandal; one or more 7s especially if one is placed in the fourth position, will indicate assassination of a public figure. In Mountbatten’s case, the poor villagers were sick of their sons being preyed on by a known paedophile and that was that.

1. Amorous Prince David, Prince of Wales & Earl Mountbatten in India. 2. David & Louis frolicking in Hawaii. 3. David & Louis playing. 4. Prince Charles, Prince of Wales & Earl Mountbatten. 5. Charles & Mountbatten. 6. Prince Charles, Prince of Wales & Jimmy Savile. 7. Gary Glitter. 8. Jimmy Savile & Gary Glitter. 9. Steven Spielberg & BAFTA President, Richard Attenborough. 10. Steven Spielberg & Harvey Weinstein. 11. Jeffrey Epstein, Prince Andrew, Duke of York, Woody Allen, Bill Clinton & Donald Trump. 12. Prince Andrew & Jeffrey Epstein. 13. Jeffrey Epstein & Donald Trump. 14. Prince Charles & Equerry Jonathan Thompson. 14 Prince Charles & Valet Michael Fawcett.

Prince Louis of Battenberg aka Earl Louis Mountbatten was human and it would certainly not have been the first time that persons associated with the House of Windsor, have had a preference for minor meat or favoured paedophiles. Sexual predators who are deemed untouchable for being of royal, Queer or Jewish persuasion rule a town called Hollywood and you can bet your bottom dollar that there is no room in their worldview for Black actresses being worthy enough for best actress Oscars. I’ll always remember going to an Upper West Side dinner party in winter 1983 whilst Merlin was in Toronto, working on Fraggle Rock with Jim Henson and talk of Hollywood came up. I was with a dancer who was transitioning to the world of fashion and design and successfully at that. Before then, he had lived for a couple of years with a famous actor in Hollywood; he hated having a sugar daddy so returned to New York. Aaron, who was great fun, died too young of AIDS but I’ll always remember his assessment of Hollywood: the world’s most exclusive escort service successfully masquerading as an entertainment business. “It is nothing more than Mecca if you are a sexual predator.” Two others at that dinner party wholeheartedly agreed with Aaron’s perception. Aaron had the thickest cock I have yet in all my years seen; thankfully, he happened to have been the most aggressive bottom yet encountered.

Indeed, what Merlin implied by not in our lifetimes, would there be a Black best actress Oscar winner, is that the Oscar is the penultimate icon of White female exclusivity and superiority. It is the most racist iconography in American culture. It is also tied to the UK Royal family in a display of American inferiority complex after having fought a war to be rid of Britons and their monarchy. Especially sobering is the fact that the very President of BAFTA, Prince William, Prince of Wales has been outed in his brother, Prince Harry’s phenomenal royal memoir, SPARE, as being the leader of the racially predatory campaign of harassment, mental, emotional and likely physical abuse, all of which was glaringly accomplished with the tacit collusion of the Fleet Street abattoirs and persons like Princess Michael of Kent who happens to be the mother of the Prince’s known closest royal friend, Lord Frederick Windsor.

Meghan, an American actress has been treated like absolute filth, yet no one in Hollywood has spoken up in her defence. Meghan’s articulateness and impeccable social skills are seen as reasons enough to resent the ‘Yank’. Moreover, Meghan is that most unacceptable of propositions not just to the British royal family but to the very core of its collective consciousness, Meghan is Black and descended of slaves of which no nation profited more mightily from the enslavement of displaced Black Africans than the British and its royal family. Of course, Hollywood does not care to get involved because the only sanctioned troubled history that is celebrated by the Academy, is the pain, struggle of Jews in Europe which resulted in the Holocaust. For that reason, it is almost an existential threat to the Academy and Hollywood’s sense of self and entitlement to ever have to acknowledge Black American history in America cinema. Indeed, Hollywood has never even done more than exploit the indigenous American population’s rape and pillage of culture and genocide of a people, because as with Black Americans, it would prove more worthy of American cinematic focus for obvious historic reasons than sectarian European history.

Anything and anyone who remotely threatens Hollywood’s sense of self and its agendum of focussing almost exclusively on the Holocaust with respect to what is deemed disturbing history and worthy of being focussed on and highlighted, is simply cancelled. Good god, look at Tom Cruise in what clearly is sectarian bias, no matter how much of a box office champ and how compelling his acting chops have been, an Oscar continues to elude him. Apart from his blockbuster actions films, all of them, what I love about Tom Cruise is how exquisitely he captures young soul angst with his acting. From Rain Man (1988), to Jerry Maguire (1996) or the exquisitely cinematic, Eyes Wide Shut (1999) the man’s a brilliant actor and no one but a young soul would so daringly do his own stunts in film after film after action film. All this deliberate denial because he is a Scientologist; just imagine if Jews were being so targeted and overlooked by the Academy but there it is in bold, unmistakable reality.

Similarly, James Cameron, a Canadian, is simply not great enough of be imbued with genius such that his towering greatness must be celebrated. In 2009, that society that serves as a paragon of racialised superior consciousness (Britain) and arrogantly so, did not award a single BAFTA to James Cameron’s 1997 film, Titanic though receiving 10 nominations. In America that year with 14 nominations, Titanic was awarded 11 Oscars. As far as Britons are concerned, it is not a British film, therefore they do not care and their grudge and disdain for ‘Yanks’ is all the more reason why Titanic was shut out of the BAFTAs. How is this even possible when there was a direct involvement with Britain with this very real and ground-breaking film? The Titanic did set sail from Britain for America; Britons were lost at sea when the Titanic sank.

Not wanting to seem like an afterthought and god forbid a third-tier awards, on taking over as BAFTA president, Richard Attenborough had the awards moved up to February, post Oscars April or May, thereby preceding the Oscars. This afforded the BAFTAs cachet as they were seen as a forerunner of how the Oscar winners would be determined. In a bid to maintain relevance and continue its role of influence peddling in an American industry, BAFTA has set up a wing in Beverly Hills and had the balls to call it the North American wing; leave Canada out of your influence peddling racket, the objective is to influence the Oscar nominations and winners. Of course, in turn Oscar winners find themselves being afforded the exclusivity of the royal treatment as with Tom Hanks at the Aston Villa game on the eve of the 2023 BAFTAs and Oscar winners Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones being allowed to live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. So that no one should go getting ideas, she is a Briton and he, of course, is Jewish Hollywood royalty and it certainly would not be extended beyond such persons. Certainly, not when the current BAFTA president and his wife and known anti-Black racists.

Thanks to Britons’ gross sense of entitlement and flagrant superiority complex, they do not care what the world thinks. Their awards criteria and their members decide who is deserving of winning a British award and you can bet it won’t be a damn Yank. From Beyoncé being snubbed at the Grammys in favour of Harry Styles then having the Brit Awards favour Harry Styles over anyone else. This fruity little drip regardless how flagrantly he swishes his AMS (arse-munching ‘stache) and cross-dresses, above all else, he is a White male and he will not be ridiculed by radio DJs the world over. I’ll always remember my proud First Nations brief lover whilst at a pow wow in Merritt, B.C. saying, “Gay people are first and always White people… people like you and me do not count at the end of the day.” Sage words indeed. Look at this silly photo of the flagrant little industry-used manwhore, I am reminded of the swell little, ridiculously hysterical French-Canadian actor friend of Merlin’s. From the moment we met, it was evident that it was merely a matter of time before we would be carrying on like gibbons en chaleur. A friend of his had approached Merlin and asked if I would step in for him whilst he covered elsewhere for someone whose lover was severely ill and dying of AIDS. It was supposed to have lasted all of two, at the most, six weeks.

Standing in for a friend of Merlin’s, dressing on Cats at the Elgin Theatre, was a memorable experience because Jean-François and I would be sharing the same floor backstage as the Andrew Lloyd Webber musical printed money like it was going out of style. Post intermission, JF and I would have the most fun. As all theatre folk are predominantly sage souls, which he was, he was entertainingly witty and given to reciting dialogue from a range of Bette Davis films. Mostly, Lauri whose wife also did wigs and makeup was fun to be around as JF and I carried on. One Wednesday, after matinée performance, JF and I returned to the theatre off the Victoria Street tech entrance. We had just rushed down from the top of the street where it dead ends into Ryerson Polytechnic Institute, which now goes by whatever name du jour – Toronto Metropolitan University. As we returned, we were laughing hysterically which Lauri with a sly wink declared, he could well imagine what trouble we’d been up to. Truth be told, we were detained by aggressive security as JF, Toronto Dance Theatre dancer René Highway who was a lover of Merlin’s who preceded me by at least two others, actor Denis Simpson of TV’s Polka Dot Door were caught in a stall together being riotously salacious. Little did I know that as I banged on the side of the stall, “Oh fuck yeah, put your fucking tongue right there!” there was a security guard in the stall next door spying on us. His radio went off, giving away the plot and to prevent my raucous laughter, Denis began aggressively kissing me. The damage was done though, because before we could scramble out of there, the security guard’s colleague had come to join him as he braced himself against the door in an attempt to have us detained. In no mood to be messed with, I grabbed JF’s half finished Styrofoam cup of coffee and tossed it over the stall door onto the killjoy guard. Though we tried to bolt, his backup had locked us inside. Denis copped hauteur and feigning outrage, demanded to be let out at once as he had nothing to do with any of this. The cheek! Tall, imposingly debonair, just like that Denis abandoned us with René, who never said more than two words at any given time, slithering out with Denis. Merlin said of René, you have a great fuck then afterwards, there’s nothing there; simply no signs of intellect. You can bet your bottom dollar, I howled at his assessment. After too much silly cop-playing nonsense, JF and I were released and told to never set foot on the campus again… as fucking if.

Stage left alcove with Lauri close by, JF fell to his knees, doing a deadpan Bette Davis impersonation from Jezebel, “Arvin. Arvin, I’m on my knees… I’m pleading to you…” All the while he kept looking from my crotch to my face his eyes large and yearning whilst suggestively licking his lips; Lauri’s laughter in the corner almost drowned out the caterwauling coming from onstage. Next, it was my turn to be witty, removing the band that gathered my recently permed hair, my Bette Davis rebuttal came from Cabin in the Cotton as I giggled and replied, “Well, of course, I’d love to hogtie and fuck you silly but I just permed my hair… bye now.” Turning, I made towards Lauri in the alcove whose laughter was continuous and just then, JF put his hand in my hair, making it an unruly mess. With that, he took off rushing to the back and through the door onto Victoria Street with me giving spirited chase. As it was the mid-1980s the street was a darkened affair with the foreboding sight of St. Michael’s Hospital across on the east side of the street. Facing north on the west side on the street, JF squatted on the kerb and began offering his arse whilst I grabbed his hips and soon we both dissolved in laughter, working off the stress from being earlier held hostage by aggressive security up the street.

Of course, today Victoria Street is no longer a deserted affair after dark. Last year, Massey Hall at the southwest corner of Shuter and Victoria streets reopened after 190$m renovations. Of course, it is just in time for the 70th anniversary of the most phenomenal live Jazz concert recording with the famous ‘Salt Peanuts’ performance. To Massey Hall’s rear and half a block down Victoria Street is the back of the Elgin Theatre. The 60-storey Massy Tower condominiums sit on the east side of Yonge Street and two doors north of the Elgin Theatre’s marquee between Queen Street East to the south and Shuter to the north. Jean-François was devastatingly funny and vulgarly laughed at everyone and everything; he was as intimidating as he was diminutive. He favoured me as ours was a physical relationship that was purely fraternal and nothing more than robust, healthy sexual play.

A couple of years after Merlin’s passing, I was then habituated in the Beaches, one of Toronto’s more glorious neighbourhoods which, like Moore Park, is lorded over by the tallest oaks, and bordered to the south by the boardwalk, beach and Lake Ontario beyond, which proves a putrid malodorous cocktail in springtime. The Beaches’ high street is Queen Street East with its noisy 501 streetcars; I then lived just beyond the end of the Queen streetcar loop at Neville Park on the south side of Queen. To the north the Upper Beaches was the tonier part of the neighbourhood with the most commanding views of the city and lake beyond or below. I really loved living there. About that time, in 1991, I received a call with news of Jean-François. I had last seen JF a couple of months earlier as he came by and visited but we didn’t have sex; Merlin was dead of AIDS, which meant that I had unredeemably become perished fruit. Years earlier when we had just moved to Cabbagetown’s 20 Amelia Street, JF dropped by unannounced whilst we visited with chef Gary Martin who was a source of playful raucous man-loving. Having heard about me JF came calling, whilst we visited in the back garden, Merlin cock-sucking a joint, Gary sharing on it, JF lit up a cigarette and offered it as he tried charming me; grabbing his hand at the wrist, I elegantly moved the cigarette away and coolly stated fact, “Sorry, I never suck on anything less than nine and a half inches… ever.” Jean-François tossed his head back and roared and declared that he was besotted. Gary cooked yet another sublime dinner and after, Merlin continued enjoying a joint whilst onlooking at me ploughing Gary who always had to have the large mirror in the hall on the floor to look at himself being ploughed right; Jean-François leapt in and kept his faced hungrily buried between my pumping buttocks.

Luckily, in a big city, you can nicely experience a new incarnation which has positively nothing to do with your previous existence. Soon enough, lovers aplenty were de rigueur and I began exploring my true metier, the world of S&M. For Jean-François, in a bid not to become HIV-infected, he began going after barely legal youth, freshly arrived in the big city and on the make, whom he enticed with his snazzy motorcycle. So it was as JF brought home a couple of straight boys to his lovely apartment above a drugstore along Eglinton Avenue West just west of Upper Forest Hill, his couple of tricks stole his sporty motorcycle after murdering him, cutting off his cock and sticking it into the gash of his slit throat. There unsurprisingly was blood everywhere and my response on hearing the news of JF’s demise, was to have done as he would have, “Well thank god those fucking forensic guys carry a tweezer in their toolbox…” a quip at JF’s tiny, boyish cock. The laughter the friend and I roared, was a fitting tribute to JF and also the only way to have responded to such shocking news of such a violent passing… Jean-François honestly would have appreciated the humour of the situation.

So there was the BAFTA President, Prince William, Prince of Wales with his combustible wife kitted out in her ‘fist-me-now’ black opera gloves, onlooking as Cate Blanchett won best actress BAFTA for TAR, a film which frankly is much ado about fuck-all. It is about her iconic whiteness – her blondness and blue-eyed superiority which is what the Oscars are about; however, when it comes to best actress the BAFTAs afforded the royal seal of approval. Thus Michelle Yeoh sat there at Royal Festival Hall and watched Cate win best actress BAFTA and that was that. Britons do not give a damn; besides, they are royals and all that, never mind that that blasted uncouth boor will break protocol more frequently than a duck shitting, lui même Madame Plotte-Visage, the Courtesan Queen – more of that later.

1. Kerry Condon 2. Dolly De Leon 3. Carey Mulligan 4. Angela Bassett 5. Hong Chau 6. Jamie Lee Curtis

So the BAFTAs decide that this is a good enough field for best supporting actress BAFTAs 2023. Of course, Kerry Condon is not a Yank and is close to being British for being Irish and that’s that. In this pre-Oscars awards, both Angela Bassett and Jamie Lee Curtis were passed over.

1. Cate Blanchett. 2. Viola Davis 3. Michelle Yeoh 4. Danielle Deadwyler 5. Emma Thompson 6. Ana de Armas

With the Oscars, Cate Blanchett who had been favoured was defeated by Michelle Yeoh. Of course, though much was made of Angela Bassett being a sore loser to Jamie Lee Curtis for the best supporting actress Oscar, Jamie Lee won it for two reasons, she is second generation member of a Hollywood acting dynasty; more importantly, she is Jewish and in Hollywood that trumps everything else. With Michelle Yeoh’s historic win, no one dare levelled accusations that it was mere tokenism or some woke agendum.

1. Ana de Armas 2. Andrea Riseborough 3. Cate Blanchett 4. Michelle Williams 5. Michelle Yeoh

For that matter, there was no talk anywhere of Cate Blanchett having been cheated out of her rightful best actress Oscar award. Naturally, the argument is that Black actresses are just not good enough or worthy enough to be cinematically lauded. Of course, Angela Bassett, Viola Davis and Danielle Deadwyler, in the case of the latter two, they portrayed not just strong Black women but they were also historical figures. This for Hollywood is wholly unacceptable; American history simply cannot expand to cinematically include African Americans. What’s more, avoiding American history at all costs is preferable, this explains why a film like Everything, Everywhere All At Once fared so well at the Oscars, it had positively nothing to do with American history and did not in any way threaten what Hollywood deems the only history worthy of being cinematically celebrated by the Oscars. As the saying goes, in Hollywood – the land of make believe, Shoah business is the only American history worth celebrating… cartographers be damned. And unlike the unpredictability of Jesse Owens’ performance before Hitler in 1936, Hollywood does not do real-time events. Hollywood as 1968’s best actress Oscar tie validated, is about manipulating reality to serve its need and one’s heroic place within the culture: better than, special, innately entitled.

Broadway Actor, Audra McDonald

Though Hollywood would like to keep Black actresses oppressed and give the impression that they are not capable of commanding the screen and thus not deserving of Oscars for best actress, that is all challenged by the fact that Audra McDonald, is the most decorated leading actress on Broadway in its history with 6 Tony awards. Naturally, if Audra were an actress in Hollywood, she would never have been considered for any Oscar nomination above supporting actress. Hell, even Viola Davis won best supporting actress Oscar for a role which was always a lead on Broadway and won a Tony award in that category for the play adapted to film, Fences.

Halle Berry Best Actress Oscar Acceptance Speech 74th Academy Awards, 2002

Just look at how Briton, Helen Mirren looks on at Halle Berry during her best actress Oscar acceptance speech in 2002. She was clearly displeased and thought that the award ought not to have gone to some Black upstart, who was making some ridiculous ‘race’ speech or other. There, too, was that blasted little garden gnome whom we know is a favoured inner circle member at the court of the ugly-no-blasted-motherfuck Courtesan Queen, who has time and again made no effort to hide her disinterest in the otiose Persons of Colour the world over.

Maori Dancers Performing Haka at Commonwealth Service, Westminster Abbey, 2023

Just look at the way she walked past the barefooted Maori celebrants outside Westminster Abbey at the Commonwealth Day Service, 2023. It was heart-warming to see the Duchess of Edinburgh bump her left shoulder into HM King Charles III’s right shoulder and humour him as he clearly needed to be pulled away from the displeasure, he no doubt would have been experiencing for being born in the Year of the Rat and disrespected by that blasted Couchon, who has been unrelentingly wrecking the House of Windsor for near half a century. The damage ‘Ugly Duchess’ continues doing to HLM Queen Elizabeth II’s 70-year legacy, is incalculable.

Perception Is All.

The video above is of French colonials in the then French colony of Vietnam. That was in 1900, not 1900 years ago or 19,000 years ago. In less than 6 generations tribal perceptions change little. This is how the White tribe perceives non-Whites with varying degrees of scorn and animus. What most Whites have had to do, is aggressively adapt such that this primal perception of their place in the scheme of things, is deeply guarded, camouflaged and made to seem irrelevant. Of course, the power of the gun assures them that this sense of self and place in the scheme of things are little challenged.

Indeed, the House of Windsor has been possessed of this entrenched sense of self and place, in its most recent incarnation, since the reign of Queen Victoria. The two White females tossing grain and coins at the ‘natives’ in Vietnam, were contemporaries of Queen Victoria’s, whose misogynoir was emulated and upheld by Queen Mary who groomed both Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mother and HLM Queen Elizabeth II.

Queen Elizabeth II Sharing Racist Anecdote

One should not be surprised at the Queen’s 1969 documentary in which she tells a racist joke, to which Charles heartily laughed. Charles’s heir, rather than son, Peggalicious & Fisted is an avowed anti-Black racist; of course, so too is the Courtesan Queen, who has made no bones about giving no fucks about the otiose little non-White peoples.

Royal Tour 2019: St. Kitts & Nevis, St. Vincent, Grenada, St. Lucia & Barbados

The four minute mark of the above video and on their arrival in St. Vincent, Camilla carries her trusty parapluie and to make sure that she doesn’t have to shake any of the ‘natives’ hands, she carries a handbag in the free hand. This woman is a right piece of work and a true heir of the French colonials tossing grain and coins at the Vietnamese.

Just look at her! Couchon…

The infamous open ridicule of Inuit throat singers, causing Governor-General Johnston to look at her as though she were a lunatic from Mars will not soon be forgotten.

Just Look at the Old Kook; Always Looking As Though She Just Fell Off Her Broom

Her most recent I’ve-no-fucks-left-to-give moment: 2023 Commonwealth Service at Westminster Abbey. She just walked past the irrelevant persons of colour and of course compensatorilly clutched her hat as though it were Dorothy’s cabin about to take off; as if she’s not always got a broom to hand.

1. Norma Shearer 1930 2. Luise Rainer 1936 & 1937 3. Judy Holliday 1950 4. Simone Signoret 1959 5. Elizabeth Taylor 1960 & 1966 6. Barbra Streisand 1968 7. Marlee Matlin 1986 8. Helen Hunt 1997 9. Gwyneth Paltrow 10. Natalie Portman

There is much that you can glean from the line up of the best actress Oscar winners above. They are an insight into where power lies in Hollywood and one should never be mistaken about that. This power block is whom, much like the two French colonials in 1900 decide what pittance Blacks in American cinema receive. Of course, had 9/11 never occurred, there would have been no need for Halle Berry to have won best actress Oscar in 2002. This was hastily done as there was great fear that if terrorism were to become de rigueur, a guaranteed weekly affair across America, one would need to lay low and not provoke wrath from the American public at large. Of course, by the 76th Oscars two years later, there was no such threat and it has been back to the norm of Black actresses chances of winning best actress Oscar decidedly negligible.

How Like French Colonials in Vietnam, One Tosses A Best Supporting Actress to A Black Actress Now and Again

That Hollywood does not have two fucks to give what it looks like, was validated when in 1968, it was speciously alleged that there was a tie and just as with Gwyneth’s Cinderella Oscar, so too was Barbra Streisand awarded an Oscar because one can and did. Obviously, it is not a question of Black actresses not having acting chops, deserving of best actress Oscar, just as with the French colonials of 1900 Vietnam, Hollywood’s elite have long decided that Black actresses are not deserving of any such accolade; goddamn it, they are just not people enough. Goodness, that would make them more than maids, whores, junkies and dumbasses.

Hollywood as throughout human history, is just another society with its various strata and the one stratum that gets you lifetime membership at LouLou’s, Annabel’s and Maison Estelle is the one that sees you awarded best actress. In the case of best actor Oscar that’ll get you membership at Mark’s, Harry’s and Oswald’s. Alas, Black women need not dream; as Meghan has validated, Black actresses are the one group of actresses who are most undesirable whether for senior royal status or Hollywood’s ruling elite. Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking that Hollywood’s elite are a liberal bunch; they are the most vile, racist, royal sycophants on the planet – this is why Oscar winners Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas live in an apartment at St. James’s Palace. They have wanted in, have gotten in and it’ll all culminate with Prince George marrying a nice Jewish girl – actress or otherwise. It will happen; in the meantime, they – royals and Hollywood elites – have seen to it that Meghan’s Cinderella moment could be undone and how handsomely they toiled and won. It’s a perfect business arrangement, Hollywood wants the exclusivity of royal sanction and access and for the royals and their shitty, third tier BAFTA awards, Brits get Oscars in return for preferred Hollywood elites sitting in the royal box at an Aston Villa game, living at St. James’s Palace and everything else in between, including all the minor meat they favour.

Hell, what’s all that to Harry and Meghan; they’ve got each other and are growing richer in spades with every venture they explore. Meanwhile, when the Pegged & Fisted Bourbon bastard finally gets a divorce, the inarticulate Edward Gorey silent era ingenue will draw on her coalminer pedigree and go full Jerry Springer on the House of Windsor. No Sir, Catherine will not go quietly and doe-eyed like her mother-in-law, Diana, Princess of Wales did. She will fight dirty and shake up the pantomime in ways that not even Hollywood could fathom.

Whether Emmy Awards, Grammy Awards, Oscar Awards or Tony Awards (EGOTs), American awards are about celebrating American culture with the able contribution of American actors and artisans being cited. Clearly, as demonstrated by repeated instances mentioned herein this blog, there is a clear-cut case of influence peddling on the part of the Presidents of BAFTA past and present, resulting in examples cited, be it Michael Douglas & Catherine Zeta-Jones Oscar winners living in an apartment at St. James’s Palace to fellow Oscar winner Tom Hanks, being afforded VIP access to Aston Villa matches. If indeed Armenian-Americans were the most powerful group in Hollywood, American Cinema, then there would doubtless be greater inclusivity and all American actresses being celebrated for their work. Indeed, all aspects of American culture would be celebrated in such a paradigm. As is obvious from Viola Davis winning a best supporting actress Oscar for a role which is a leading role, clearly there is a validated case of discrimination and double-standards at play.

Warriors of the High Country

Oil on Canvas

24 x 20

©2008 James Ayers

American cinema has to reflect American culture in all its pandimensionality and this is not the case. From the number of British and Jewish actresses who have won best actress Oscars relative to Black and Hispanic/Latina American, there is a definite case for legally challenging the discriminatory practices of the status quo. When is there going to be a film about the human drama that unfolded as a result of the terror attacks on 9/11? When are there going to be historically accurate films, telling the story of Indigenous Americans sacrifices and genocide. Heroic films from varying perspectives have yet to be made that dealt with the human costs of the American civil war. It is incumbent on the actors unions and others in the industry to challenge this discriminatory practice by way of legal action, ACLU, class action lawsuits, hearings in congress and legal action going all the way to the United States Supreme Court. The exclusion of Viola Davis or Danielle Deadwyler at the 95th Oscars is a clear example when they were passed over in favour of a British actress, Andrea Riseborough who appeared in a utterly dismissible film and performance about which no one knew a damn thing. Two Black actresses were passed over at the Oscar nominations for very strong roles where at the BAFTAs they were celebrated by being nominated.

If any practice is an insult to intellect, demonstrates influence peddling and proves a clear-cut case of discrimination based on race and or gender then there is no dearth of lawyers in America, who cannot take on an American actors union class action suit to address and correct so glaring an ugly case of racism in America, to say nothing of that decades long practice being an injustice. Hollywood elites do not fill movie theatres, nor for that matter do Britons seeing American films lead to blockbuster box office results… Americans do! Unlike the Festival International du Film Cannes and Toronto International Film Festival, the Academy Awards, despite tacking on international to the name, is not an international film festival. Furthermore, the Academy Awards are an American film awards and not obliged to be featuring and awarding prizes to Britons as the awards have become. If you want an Oscar then damn well choose to reincarnate an American. Period. Just as if you want to be elected American President, the onus is on you to choose to reincarnate an American born citizen. The House of Windsor has no right to be wielding influence on the Oscars or any other aspect of American society; a damn war was fought and won about being bullied and over-lorded by Britons and their royals. If this is not challenged in due course, the problem of Black actresses being passed over in favour will endure for the foreseeable decades of this century and well into the next. Of course, if Blacks protest this, Hollywood’s elites in collusion with the British royals will simply see to it that all many of non-Black non-Whites will suddenly be favoured and awarded Oscars.

Brits Are Not Played Off At An American Awards, Or Are the Academy Awards Exclusively An American Awards?

Darling, the rules are very clear; if you don’t like Black people, fuck you!

Samara Joy live in NYC [full concert] | Trinity Church Wall Street | Nov 8, 2022

Samara Joy – Vocals

Ben Paterson – Piano

Felix Moseholm – Bass

Evan Sherman – Drums

At long last, a griot of the highest order has incarnated among us; long live Black high art, Jazz!

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

Dream of Meghan!

All these years later, I have finally had an initial dream encounter with Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. It occurred as I slept during mid-day on Friday, January 27 whilst the Moon transited both Aries and my 11th house. As per usual, Henry (fifth-level mature warrior soul) was in the dream and as ever, he was sat at the top of three steps to a large wooden structure. Not surprisingly, here as in every other dream encounter with this fifth mature warrior soul, Henry was barefooted, unpretentious and again, I marvelled at how hirsute his arms were. There were a couple of men visiting them and the one who did most of the talking, had an American accent. He was strongly advising the couple to acquire the surrounding lands, to the tune of thousands of acres, to their property which was about 100 acres. Opposite the wooden structure was a stand of trees with a small body of water hidden within the growth.

The second man chimed in and he had a toff’s accent; he expressed concerns about what would become of the expanse of land where clearly the polo pitch was located. Henry made it clear that the pitch was not going to be relocated and the very enterprising American was pointing off to the left and beyond the pitch that they could grow food staples for their business. Just then, Archie could be heard calling out to his mum. We all then moved inside and there I’d eventually see her; my first dream encounter with Meghan.

This building was massive and like all dreams set on the astral plane, not only were there lots of exposed woods and high ceilings; my senses were truly awakened in this rather bucolic and lucid dream. As with astral plane-focussed dreams, there was no natural light flooding the interior. We got in and the place was set out like a chalet with seating arrangements that encourage socialising and circulating. What soon became apparent was that this was a lifestyle store as much as it was a log cabin. Products were casually on display without their placement being the conventional hard-sell of a boutique. Over in one corner a door opened and out walked Archie (7th level mature priest soul), who here appeared about 10 or 12 – I have no children of my own so it is always hard to gauge children’s ages. Archie had a big curly afro and carried a large wooden tray with lots of jars of honey. A strong-willed female child (likely Lilibet Diana, third-level mature sage soul in dominance) could be heard in the room through which Archie arrived. Forthright, he placed the tray on a counter and began passing them to his father, to be placed on the shelves behind him where there were other jars. The jars were all glass with an ornate monogram and no paper markings; they were also of various sizes.

Everyone turned and looked and said hello as a warmly smiling Meghan (mid-cycle mature artisan soul) entered through the same door as Archie moments earlier had; she also carried a tray of honeys as she entered. I was completely stunned to see her and realised that I was having my first dream encounter with the very iconic and well-fortified Meghan, Duchess of Sussex. She was poised and as solid and powerful as the Empire State Building is singularly granite. Whereas Archie carried honey-filled jars that were small and seemingly sampler jars, Meghan’s jars were large and of varying sizes. Placed on the counter, there were jars that contained honeycombs; however, most of the jars contained honeys that were infused with ginger, lemon, orange, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries. Still there were others that contained lemon flowers, orange flowers, rose petals and removing the lid from one jar, Meghan offered it to me for a sniff whilst slyly smiling. Reaching forward, I maintained eye contact with her as she anticipatorily waited. I took a long, full-lunged sniff; instantaneously, I was just as lucidly awakened as second earlier whilst looking at her smiling eyes, on closing my own. The magic of dreams indeed; the particular large jar of honey proffered by Meghan, had been infused with the most fragrant elderflower imaginable!

As I never get out of bed before fully recalling dreams dreamt, I then realised that this dream was casting light on the fact that this was a lifestyle and wellness business with each bottle monogrammed with the same elaborate calligraphy. I had a sense that the property may well have been in the English country side, though, it could just have easily been in New Zealand, the American mountain states, or even Canada’s B.C. interior. The American was talking about iced wines; this on awakening could also mean a vineyard here in Ontario. One definitely did not get the sense that this property was in California. The American advisor seemed to be pushing for a vineyard to be planted, but definitely there was to be an expansion of the small orchard – 20 acres or so, which supplied the ginger and various fruits and berries that infused the honeys some of which were blond, others richly dark.

Woman, Artists Proof. Lithograph. © 1980 George Hawken

Waiting for me to finally wake up, my FTM transitioning wife brought me a large bowl of hot porridge infused with dates, figs, raspberries (especial favourite) and bananas – the smell of which I cannot abide; their skins make me salivate and grow nauseous. Beaming, I then shared that I had just had my first, very lucid dream encounter with Meghan to which she, a mature soul warrior, also seventh level mature like yours truly but a cynic, faster than lightning striking the CN Tower shot back, “Well, it’s about damn time!”

Take A Look. ©1993 Elektra Records Natalie Cole

Sing It Natalie! So many people in Vancouver were introduced to Jazz thanks to my West End apartment 365 overflowing with Jazz 24/7 blasting from the open windows. Vocalese Queen, Natalie was an entity mate (fifth mature artisan soul). Several months after she passed, just as with HLM The Queen, I dreamt of her passing over – in the latter’s case, a year prior to her actual passing. And oh lord Jesus, astral plane homecomings for most Blacks is usually a masquerade of celebration with music saturating every fabric of the astral plane. Natalie took to the stage and performed acapella and until that dream, I had not heard vocalese so stratospherically exalted and complex!

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

Tis The Season… Cicadas Abound!

Let’s show those crass, Yanks some class! Who does she think she is, parading about New York City… as if? World premier, it is. We’ll pull out all the stops and banish their coverage. Alas, always missing the mark, these island dwellers. Then again, it is the year of the cicada, replete with dragging wings… ha! Coming thru y’all… Princess Gurn and Squeak de Bourbon y Bucklebury, looking so on point – her outfit like yet another discarded cicada shell this summer. Though, truth be told, it does bring back memories of that god awful shower curtain at my Côte-des-Neiges apartment.

Suddenly, I feel some Johnny Cash coming on…. gurn gurn gurn gurn… poom pee doom doom dooo… yee-haw! The dead eye, the mouldy sillage of sodden cardboard weighs down the air… Soon, another face-hurting outing completed, she can lamentably go home with the bald, simpleton Bourbon bastard, argue, bitch some more, have a drink, eat a lima bean or two then control that figure by chain smoking well into the night… charmant. How appropriate the choice of gown that deftly mirrors the shell of a life of ennui and playing dress up.

As for this absurd reinvention of the listless, mousy, Edward Gorey, gurning ghoul, by Britons one and all, Catherine has, truth be told, evolved into every bull dyke’s wet dream.

All she said was, ‘Hi everybody’ and all New York, alas, all America was besotted. Though the British media have all but burnt the negro at the stake, there she was in Central Park and more radiant than Jeanne d’Arc, after having survived the isle of racist boors by whom she was no doubt spiritually crushed.

My silver crown can be seen directly to the right and ahead of the male whose face is covered by :16 from the time with the red line just below my right ear in capture of the YouTube video of Channel 4 coverage with royal commentator, Alastair Bruce on Remembrance Sunday, 2018 at Whitehall.

I will never forget standing in Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday 2018 and being exhausted from the hatefulness being directed towards the Duchess of Sussex from positively everyone around me.

A Berry Royal Christmas, 2019

Sorry Yank haters, the camera does not lie… stop pretending you did not notice that snippet into their true relations… Like Andrew’s seedy proclivities, you cannot indefinitely explain the truth away.

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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