Cicada Principle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Superfine: Tailoring Black Style

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The Met The Black Dandy 2025

Talley, André Leon 16/10/1949<O>18/1/2022

Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan – third life thereat. André was in the passion mode with a goal of acceptance. An idealist, André was in the emotional part of intellectual centre.

André’s primary chief feature was greed fixated on satisfaction and the secondary, arrogance.

André’s body type was Jupiter/Venus.

The fragment André is fifth-cast in the first cadence. André is a member of greater cadence three. André’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 6 pod 414.

André’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion a sage who is known to him.

André’s three primary needs were: expression, expansion and communion.

There are 14 past-life associations with Merlin and 10 with Merlin. 

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Fin de siècle Black dandy who was larger than life. Someone who opened doors in the worlds of fashion, design and style for Black men and Black Americans like no other. He, of course, knew and worked with Anna Wintour for decades. Through milliner Frederick Jones, who himself was a Dandy and a half, I met André whilst briefly living in New York City. Frederick was a Leo like myself, but chiefly he was a friend and lover of Merlin’s.

Anna has always been on the vanguard of what matters on the cutting edge of style. Her vision is unsurpassed. Naturally, Anna wears Louis Vuitton as she did approach Pharrell Williams two years ago after his ground breaking SS 24 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s Collection show, with the idea of the Black dandy for this years Met Gala. Goodness, and how beautifully they succeeded in bringing it all together.

Elegantly enrobed in Wales Bonner, the American author’s works were the inspiration of this year’s Met Gala exhibition and show. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style a show which highlights the extraordinary style and sophistication of the Black American aesthetic by the Black dandy from the late 18th century, to the giants of the Jazz age in early to mid-20th century, to the dandy style icons of today. Dr. Miller curated a masterful show. Mille félicitations!

**Black Dandyism and the Styling of Black Diasporic Identity**

Dr. Miller’s insightful book that charts the history of Black dandyism. Disponible partout.

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

Model Christian Latchman – he served as the muse for the cover of the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style catalog, presented in a bespoke Helena Simon. Looking every bit the enthralling dandy, he wore a beautiful large pale flower at the lapel and a faux cape beneath his cream-coloured suit.

Having walked the Indian bespoke blue carpet, up the grand stairway beneath a shower of crystalline stars, the parade of glitterati proved an ode to Black dandy style and sophistication. And what magical style, tailoring and creative vision were on display. Let the parade of dandy fabulousness commence!

Colman & Raul Domingo

Actor, Dandy, Colman Domingo, co-chair, along with Pharrell Williams, A$AP Rocky and Lewis Hamilton, was the epitome of style, elegance and dandy panache in royal blue bejewelled Valentino cape. Perfection! Nothing says dandy like jewellery and Colman’s Boucheron iceberg necklace was truly sublime. More than all that, he’s got the best complement that any dandy could ask for, a delightful husband in the way of Raul Domingo!

Colman Domingo in publicity shot from Autumn 2024 when the theme and chairs were announced for Met Gala 2025 Superfine: Tailoring Black Style with theme being Black American dandyism. The exquisite photograph was taken by Tyler Mitchell. I love the timelessness of the theme here; Colman looks like a time-travelling dandy from centuries past.

It Ain’t Over ‘Til It’s Over – Lenny Kravitz

Lenny Kravitz, the quintessence of Black dandy – super cool and spiritually refined. Do it to me

Jodie Turner-Smith

Chameleon, superb actor, here is the always electrifying Jodie Turner-Smith rocking maroon Burberry leather with the hat, which like the cane is part the dandy’s signature style. Jodie projects the right amount of androgyny and quirky allure making her one of the most commanding Black dandies on the evening at the Met Gala 2025. Stunning! Love the fact that her richly beautiful complexion glows with the maroons and reds of her outfit and makeup.

Lenny Kravitz Open Door Architectural Digest

If this video does not capture the essence of the luxe style and sophistication of the Black dandy, I don’t know what does. Paris. A home that’s an ode to his beautiful mum, Roxy Roker. Lenny is the quintessential Black dandy: Bahamian, Black, American, Jewish…Genius.

Kravitz, Lenny 26.5.1964 Manhattan

Michael: This fragment is a sixth-level mature artisan – second life thereat – some karma to repay. Lenny is in the observation mode with goal of acceptance. A spiritualist, Lenny is in the emotional part of moving centre.

Lenny’s body type is Saturn/Mercury.

Lenny’s primary chief feature is subdued arrogance and the second chief feature is stubbornness.

Lenny is fifth cast in the seventh cadence. Lenny is a member of greater cadence seven. Lenny is a member of entity two, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – Lenny is a cadre mate.

Lenny’s essence twin is an artisan known to him, and the task companion is a discarnate sage.

Lenny’s three primary needs are: expression, freedom and power.

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

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Diana Ross

Diana! Diva. Legend and every Black dandy’s mama! The 18-foot cape, white, fur-trimmed hat, total theatre by African designer, Ugo Mozie of ElevenSixteen. A cape which bears the embroidered names of her children and grandchildren. Even at her ninth decade, Diana’s megastar power weaved its magic. She was, of course, accompanied by her son, Evan, in true dandy form.

Evan Ross, Diana Ross’s lastborn, was dandy cool whose arm band was an ode to the ultimate Black dandy genius, Michael Jackson. Evan, too, wore Uzo Mozie. More than all that, Evan’s cool was capped off by the diamond and Columbian emerald necklace by Alok Lodha. Stunning!

Hamilton, along with Colman Domingo and Pharrell Williams is a co-chair of this year’s ode to Black male style, the Black dandy at the Met Gala, 2025. Lewis wore bespoke Wales Bonner with baobab flower in pink diamonds at the lapel and floral hat pin by Briony Raymond. The look was decidedly racy…. white on white on white. Spectacular.

Our Dutch model well understood the assignment and came to court fully focussed on paying homage to the spirit of dandyism. And gosh does it work! The cinched waist, the cane, the fascinator, the partially flared-legged high-waisted trousers. The loose polka dot tie and, most of all, that devastating self-confident gaze -swagger becoming of a true dandy. Imaan is styled by Magda Butrym.

Remember the Time – Michael Jackson

Without doubt, one of the greatest most phenomenal creative geniuses and Black dandies, Michael Jackson. This video which premiered during Black history month, 1992, remains one of my favourites.

Michael Jackson 63rd Academy Awards, 1991. Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown

The jewellery, the sheer theatricality and magic that was Michael’s creative genius. Gone all to soon. He is one of countless dandies in the pantheon of Black musical greats who’ve given so much joy and inspiration to the world; I think that this exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art serves to pay homage to these great masters of Black culture and, of course, style. Of course, key among Michael Jackson’s idols were Sammy Davis Jr. & James Brown; all three the most dashing dandies going.

Happy Pharrell Williams

If this is not the early 21st century anthem of the Black dandy, I don’t know what is. It is cool, sophistication, eloquence and elegance – all the unrivalled panache that is the Black American aesthetic.

Pharrell Williams & Helen Lasichanh

Third Met Gala 2025 co-chair, the most dynamic Black American renaissance man and dandy of the rarest order, Mr. Pharrell Williams. Black. Proud. Visionary. Game changer. Pharrell Spring-Summer 2024 Louis Vuitton’s Men’s show, spanning the River Seine, was like nothing before executed. Pharrell wears bespoke Adidas and Helen bespoke Comme des Garçons.

Men’s SS 2024 Louis Vuitton

Note perfect and the purest distillation of the Black dandy ever presented on the catwalk. That show was the most beautiful marriage of music, fashion, theatre and creative genius… the dandy, Pharrell Williams, that’s who!

Met Gala 2025 Louis Vuitton Pharrell Williams & crew

This Met Gala was just as dynamic as the Karl Lagerfeld-themed exhibition and, indeed, if ever there was a dandy, Karl Lagerfeld was quintessentially the one.

Whoopi wore a bespoke Thom Browne design that deftly captured the whimsy and allure of the dandy. Older sage soul to her core, Whoopi enrobes the role of dandy for breathing life into Browne’s design.

Cane and swagger to spare, of course, A$AP Rocky is going to bring the cool that is Hip-Hop/Rap dandyism. Dripping in diamonds: Briony Raymond diamonds on umbrella and Bvlgari diamond necklace, A$AP Rocky owned Black dandy in a suit and jacket by AWGE. He also happens to be the fourth chair of this year’s Met Gala. Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. Outstanding!

Guillaume Diop & The Isley Brothers

Principal dancer with the Paris Opera Ballet, Guillaume decked out in Valentino, ensouls the very elegant essence of the Black dandy. Guillaume and fellow Paris Opera Ballet dancer, Shale Wagman are among my favourite male ballet dancers of the current generation. And Shale is Canadian, too. Guillaume’s finger waves make him look like a time-travelling dandy member of Duke Ellington’s orchestra. The gloves and those frilly sleeves are luxe dandy and then some. Of course, Guillaume’s look is also an ode to the stylings of the Isley Brothers.

Tiffany is a MAC makeup artist, sadly as has been the case each year, there is no co-ordinated effort by Met Gala organisers to collect data of each guest who walks the carpet. Name, designer, shoes, jewellery. That data can then be uploaded to live Met Gala site for all to see: media, public, fashion professionals. That aside, Madam outstandingly pulls off a handsome ode to dandyism. High waist pants with train, cane, top hat, feminised by net, choker jewellery. Elegance personified. This was one of the understated winners of the evening. Thus far, no idea for trawling the web, which designer styled her ensemble.

The swagger, the confidence… nothing sexier. His cape by Orange Culture of Nigeria seems a fitting ode to a dandy prince at a royal court in Nigeria. The cuffs, his complexion are sheer perfection. A most stunning dandy.

Love Train Extended Remix – The O’Jays

At the soul of the Black dandy is the pulsating rhythms of music that at its core is rooted in Africa. Dandyism is about getting dressed in the finest threads and getting out there and shaking your gorgeously callipygous arse to the beats.

Janelle Monae

Janelle very effortlessly, fluidly molts, owning the character the costume requires. Here, she is in the process of shedding layers of self, becoming über dandy most ravishing. She, along with Demi Moore, did the greatest justice to the Thom Browne designs. Absolutely stunning dandy!

Stormzy, the musician as princely dandy works nicely for me. His presence is captivating and he rather commandingly owns his Tom Ford threads.

Alton Mason

But of course my darlings, the world’s highest paid male model is going to show the children what dandy is all about. Look at all that fierce swagger. What a body! Dandy Alton’s inordinate pulchritude is enrobed in BOSS.

Ugbad Abdi

Coming on strong and giving Alton a run for his dandy credentials, is the divinely beautiful Ugbad Abdi; she invokes androgyny to the max to pull off dandy cool. Love the cool delicious confidence. All that über ravissant dandy chic is cocooned in Michael Kors Collection.

Prince & The Revolution – Purple Rain

Merlin was completely, unabashedly besotted with Prince. Creative genius, androgyny and sexual confidence that was unsurpassed, Prince was the most intoxicating dandy. God only knows when Merlin was feeling especially amorous, it was always candlelight and purple rain on the stereo on repeat.

Prince. Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix

Dandy: eyeliner, pout, cane, swagger, attitude, snarl, sexual appeal to no defined gender, androgyny… yeah, that would be Prince. Prince, of course, is also part of a troika of dandies spanning decades: Prince, Little Richard & Jimi Hendrix. All of them, fluid, outspoken and phenomenal creative geniuses with more sexual mojo than Jupiter has got moons.

The super dynamic Tracee, actor, writer, producer and all-around phenom is wearing a bespoke Marc Jacobs. That snazzy headpiece proves a marvellous ode to über dandy sophistication.

Babyface & Marvin Gaye

Well, of course, Babyface is going to pull up carrying a cane. He is after all the epitome of super cool, fly and sexy dandy in the same league as style icon, Marvin Gaye. Both were/are the smoothest dandies going. Babyface here is stylishly enrobed in the vision of the dandiest of Black American designers, Mr. LaQuan Smith.

Actor Justice Smith handsomely pulls off Black dandy cool with a pale Valentino suit, casually accessorised by sublime frills at the neck and sleeves. The black polka dot sleeve morphing into scarf is ingenious. The buttons and the finger waves are that extra touch that makes his a winning ode to the Black dandy.

This vibrant monochromatic caped Brioni look is beautifully styled as Regé-Jean makes for a commanding dandy. Love the passion of the intensely rich, hues of red; I might add that a cane and cigar would have taken his dandy to stratospheric levels of superfly cool.

The commanding American actor is elegantly styled by Ferragamo. The black and white combination is nicely capped off by the white fedora and white silk scarf with red pocket square handsomely completing the dandy ensemble.

Satin Doll – Duke Ellington Orchestra

There can be no doubt who one of the most influential and dynamic Black dandies of the 20th century was, Duke Ellington. The style, elegance and his magical rapport as he seduced his audiences were legendary… and still endure. There can be no other mid-20th century icon of Black American dandyism than Duke Ellington!

Honourable mentions must go out to those who came to court to salute and celebrate the cool sophistication of the Black American dandy. Nobody does dandyism like Jordan Roth. Decked immaculately in LaQuan Smith, Jordan understood the assignment and André Leon Talley looking down, fanned himself and likely declared, “The child is fierce. The child is giving cool, sophisticated Black American dandyism par excellence!” Work it, Jordan!

Coco Jones

Here is our darling, Coco Jones giving us fierce Queen at the court of Black American dandyism. Coco was beaded and perfectly stitched by Indian genius, Manish Malhotra. Coco’s ensemble is truly a museum worthy work of art!

**Maharaja of Patiala, Yadavindra Singh**

Now this is next-level dandyism, at least within the context of the dandy for the Met Gala, 2025.

Let’s talk about the Dravidian dandy, paying homage to Black American dandyism. Here we have actor/singer, Diljit Dosanjh dripping in jewellery as the ultimate dandy, the Maharaja! Prabal Gurung’s research and execution are unsurpassed. This is pure white peacock fanning his features with the greatest elegance. Diljit got the assignment right and knocked it out of the park! I am sure André Leon Tally was euphoric as Diljit alighted on the blue carpet.

Isha Ambani

The ever impeccable Isha Ambani is dressed by master tailor and creative genius, Anamika Khanna. As with Diljit Dosanjh’s Prabal Gurung, Isha’s progression up the blue carpet was impressive and memorable.

Jasmine is masterfully dressed in a bespoke dandy outfit by designer Ruth E. Carter. This ensemble works handsomely. Look at it all: canes, gloves, fedora, necktie, décolletage and those heels. Ruth definitely got the memo.

This tremendous set must have smelt truly beautiful. This year’s Met Gala’s theme was exquisitely executed and vibrantly came to life with the parade of souls whose presence and outfits were a loving ode to Black dandyism.

Moon Dreams – Miles Davis

This creative genius and innovator of Black high culture, Jazz has always been a towering icon of Black dandyism. The supreme cool that Miles ever exuded was the higher octave of the Black dandy. A truly remarkable human!

This stratospherically creative genius owns Black dandy cool like it’s nobody’s business, which is why he deserves to be in the same league stylistically and creatively as Miles Davis. The Jon Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford suit was appropriately complemented by saxophone, just one of the many instruments he has commandingly mastered.

Sir Duke – Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder’s music will ever remain the pulse of Black American dandyism. A truly marvellous creative genius.

Stevie at Met Gala dressed in a black Sergio Hudson ensemble deftly brought the love and light to the celebration of the Black dandyism. The beading throughout is understated… sublime.

Though he did not walk the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet, Snoop Dogg has always been the cool, cutting edge of the Urban Black dandy. From the cane, to the rings to fedoras the extravagant outfits, he effortlessly weaves in and out of the worlds of player pimp and dandy. Dandy swagger is always where it’s at with Snoop Dogg.

Teyana’s spectacular ensemble is another Ruth E. Carter design. This fluid dandy hipster has seriously got it going on. The hat, cane, platforms from the 1970s, evocative of the Blaxploitation era films, starring badassed Queens like Pam Grier. The darkly brooding burgundy palette handsomely set the mood.

Guess who’s got new music that’s about to drop? This dandy does not do subtle that’s for sure! The baby grand piano aside, André 3000 is beautifully dressed by Burberry. That’s one way to bring the music, which Jon Batiste also did… though not figuratively.

Andra’s a vision in electric fuchsia designed by master taskmaster, Jêróme Lamaar. The décolletage is handsomely complemented by the chandelier necklace. The opera glasses, the tiny clutch and that pinky ring atop the gloves – it is all winning high-end Dandy chic. From her big hair to her elegant matching fuchsia platforms, Andra is one hell of an engaging dandy.

Still coasting from his successful performance at the NFL Super Bowl LVIII halftime show, Usher came through in white silk scarf, cane, purple socks and a smashing Ralph Lauren suit. Smooth dandy through and through!

Undisputed Queen of Hip-Hop, Megan Thee Stallion was all bombshell fabulousness. Just look at how Michael Kors Collection went all out for this bespoke costume. Look at that faux fur fabulousness. The red hair nicely complements her look. Amazing!

Nothing says understated dandy elegance than Pusha T’s burgundy Louis Vuitton suit with a healthy dash of crystal embellishments on both shoulders chest and upper back. Suave, elegant as ever, Pusha T’s ode to Black dandyism in America was sartorial perfection.

This adorable dandy, is indeed a musician and he also owns dandy eccentric outright; hell I would wager that he’s got his generation’s trade mark on Black dandy securely in the bag. Dandy Mr. Smith is caped and robed in Ozwald Boateng. Really fine!

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

Also, coming on strong in Ozwald Boateng is princely African dandy, Burna Boy. Look at those shoes! The leather coat, yellow against burgundy, so vibrantly and distinctly African, proves a marvellous ode to dandyism whether in the diaspora or on the continent.

Also, presenting a masterful ode to Black dandyism is rapper, creative genius, Future. Like the creative innovator that he is, ever changing and pushing his art forward, Future is attired in Louis Vuitton, now sporting cropped blond do, gone are the dreadlocks. Love the fabric’s thick look and pattern design.

Nigerian singer, Ayra is not short on sex appeal. Her dandy allure is assured by long green-nailed grip on that cane. Her Ozwald Boateng design is beautifully slit well above the knees with an equally plunging and alluring décolletage. She is positively magical.

Rings galore, ruffles, sunglasses and attitude to knock over the CN Tower, Kaytranada came through, showing how Canadian dandies rock. Pushing the music forward, of course, there is going to be tons of dandyism to spare, especially so when dressed to the nines in McQueen. Go ahead!

Talk to me about the rock steady soulfully sublime dandy that is Dev casually, elegantly decked in Valentino. Of course, shades are a must. He is devastatingly handsome, self-assured and bringing the soul to dandyism in one leap across the pond.

Queen. Soul Sista numero un! This queen’s ode to dandyism is rocking with the big hoop diamond earrings, the coat and a fabulous pantsuit that leaves more real estate for jewellery. It is all handsomely created by the lush creativity of Stella McCartney. Solid!

Singer/Songwriter, record producer Leon Bridges rocking Nicolas Daley, that’s who came through rocking Black American dandy cool. Work it! And the gloves and shoes matching the pinstripes… truly next-level.

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

Go ahead! Lizzo owning her power with a waist-cinching black and white masterpiece with fishtail. This wonderful bit of couture architecture was the realised vision of Christian Siriano. In the style decadent world of the dandy, Lizzo is owning her place with the cigarette holder and that blonde bombshell crown. Brava!

The ever scholarly Questlove is beautifully attired in a bold pinstriped suit by Gabriela Hearst. Love the fabric and the artist’s understated elegant take on dandyism. Beautiful.

Not surprisingly, the unconventional creative artist is focussed in a genre not readily associated with contemporary Black dandies. I, though, love everything about this bespoke Robert Wun outfit: the tails, the hat, the beading with matching grills. Iconic. Go ahead, Shaboozey, what others think is none of your business!

Gorgeous Tyla, those drop finger curls though, pulls off a very regal ode to dandyism in her ample-trained bespoke Jacquemus. Marvellous! Do it to me…

Yes… Sly Stone knew a whole lot about dandyism. Here then are other musicians who came to court at the Met Gala in tribute to Black American dandyism. Sweet and blissful dreams to the recently departed, beloved creative genius, Sly Stone.

Nicki came through a blooming Queen decked out in Thom Browne and looking like the Boss that she is. The fishtail and the butterfly fascinator is the cherry on top.

The hip young Puerto Rican dandy came through dripping swagger and Latin heat. His Prada was a lovely ode to the Black American dandy. The oversized bag and the quirky hat, we love the vibe that this dandy magically weaves.

Chez Chez la Femme, what other tune effortlessly surfaces on seeing this boldly striking ode to dandyism. Turn up the Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band to the max. Just look at that matching pink fedora! Vintage Marc Jacobs won the super cool, Latin-dandy-at-court vibe, to be sure!

Nick Jonas came through in Bianca Saunders whilst his megawatt Queen, Priyanka Chopra was elegantly styled in a white with black polka dot suit by Balmain. That black hat was next-level cool.

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

Who doesn’t love an afro? Doechii’s dandy has got all tees crossed and what a smoking Louis Vuitton ensemble she’s got. I love the tails of the morning suit look.

Willy Chavarria understood the assignment and delivered a handsome, winning ode to dandyism. The fabric, the melding colours, the jewellery, flower and pink accessorisation were complementary and worked beautifully. And, of course, the dandy wears a hat and in place of cane or cigar a delicate pink flower will do nicely!

Nothing is sexier than watching Cardi B sop up gravy off her plate with her tarantula leg long nails – stab vegetable, swirl about the plane, sop up gravy and then stuff into the elegantly foulest mouth in Hip Hop. What the fuck is not to love! Her green velvet Burberry open robed design with frills and ruffles and dangerously sexy décolletage is all from the masterful Daniel Lee. This colour works beautifully on Cardi B’s complexion and that embossed velvet is truly masterful craftsmanship.

London town came to represent! Rapper Central Cee was cool, crisp and luxe dapper. Love the cool cornrows; a beautiful twist on dandyism, indeed. This dandy’s cool was charmingly pulled off in Jacquemus – it works!

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

Grammy-nominated Omar, the Queer Latin crooner, gave suave sophistication to his interpretation of dandyism. Omar was one of several persons who chose, and elegantly so, Wales Bonner. He effortlessly pulled off the look.

Now this is tropical post-colonial dandyism writ large. Positively love the vibrant West Indian yellow of this Cheney Chan masterpiece. The afro, attendant with matching yellow parapluie and of course what colourful West Indian would not have a blue Birkin? The cape, shades and the handheld golden ornament is giving African dandyism vibes, too.

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

Halle is wearing a Coach ensemble. How hard is it to do some research and put in the effort to the gala’s theme? Rule number one if a woman has legs that resemble thighs rather than not then a pantsuit or maxi is de rigueur. No side slit; pants or maxi, anything else diminishes the silhouette and makes it horizontal rather than vertical – especially so when not especially tall. This is not a winning look for a gala.

Actors

Thanks to Motown’s Berry Gordy’s visionary genius, the latter half of the 20th century was presented with the Black American dandy of both stage and film, in the way of Billy Dee Williams. His successful turns with Diana Ross, Queen of Motown, led to George Lucas casting him as lead, Lando Calrissian in the Star Wars franchise. I especially loved his turns in the Scott Joplin biopic. Incidentally, the soul who was incarnate as Scott Joplin was recently incarnate as the diminutive dandy, Prince. Billy Dee set the tone of the Black American dandy as actor!

From her two outfit entrance at last year’s Met Gala; however, this year Zendaya kept it cool, crisp and easy with a definitive ode to Black American dandyism. That hat is smoking and her monochromatic white ensemble by Louis Vuitton is the epitome of superfine sophistication.

Next generation Black dandy actor, Caleb fiercely came through in Dior. Positively loved the cane, though, a grey pair of gloves would have been less at odds with the ensemble. Love the hat!

Work it my darling. Isn’t she the most phenomenal human? Love that dark-embossed velvet pantsuit and no possible chance of décolletage spillage here. Coming on strong in the dandy sweepstakes, let’s all say it with love, “Wakanda Forever!”

Actor Damson Idris went for the cool, casual all-American look for this Black American dandy by dressing in burgundy Tommy Hilfiger. Waistcoat, shoes and gloves worked handsomely; can’t beat the smashing swagger of a well-dressed dandy! Can’t wait to see his turn in F1!

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

Thom Browne dressed actor, Tramell with a definite ode to the sophistication of the Harlem Renaissance. It works beautifully and the shoes and velvet cape-like tails add a sexy dash of super cool to the actor’s swagger!

LaQuan Smith perfectly understood the assignment and knew how he had to present a true Queen. They both knocked it clear of the park. From her pillbox hat with netting to that décolletage being eclipsed by the drop dead gorgeous necklace, Playful Halle came to slay and that she did.

The very flamboyant Scottish actor brings loads to the modern day Black dandy; however, audiences across the pond were not in the inclusive mood. Before you could settle in, out he went from Doctor Who, a show I’ve never watched. In any event, here his stance and the debonair way he holds his gloves, not only nicely set off his black and purple checkered Ozwald Boateng suit, it just gives away the plot – this without doubt, is a sage soul! He was definitely is one fiercely delicious dandy!

Kiara Advani

Best blooming pregnant mum on the blue carpet, this year or any for that matter. This Indian goddess styled by Gaurav Gupta and that two-toned train is decidedly regal. What a wonderful way to pay homage at the court of the Black American dandy. Radiant mum-to-be.

Keith is so sexually magnetic; he is the kind of pretty young man that gifted New York milliner, Frederic Jones would pass a dinner party openly lusting with the most foul talk about his desire to corrupt and devour, completely oblivious of anyone being present, most especially his very jealous and possessive Puerto Rican lover. Here the actor is styled by BOSS and those flare-legged, high-waist trousers are the epitome of dandy cool. And don’t you just want to tug on that big fat tie!

Another masterpiece by creative genius, Prabal Gurung. Tessa – whose performance in Passing, is simply breathtaking, in this cream and black ensemble. The hat and platform shoes pulled it all together in a stunning display of dandy fabulousness.

Jeremy’s jacket is a sheer work of art by fashion’s truly unsurpassed creative genius, John Galliano for Maison Margiela. To style the jacket such that it looks like the bodice of a mannequin is truly ingenious. Jeremy’s finger waves add softness to the otherwise super buff sexiness of the bulging muscles… when did this transformation occur? Jeremy is the epitome of sexy cool dandy as is his look at this year’s Met Gala.

Sporting a new hairdo, the ravishing chameleon sported a marvellously constructed Balenciaga couture black gown that was one of the most subtle and masterful designs to have walked the blue carpet. As ever, Kidman looked cool and sophisticated.

Model turned actor, Tyson came through in suavely elegant sartorial splendour in a black and white suit from Ralph Lauren Purple label. This is how you handsomely pull off understated dandy!

Little represented Fear of God was the design house chosen by commendable actor, Yara Shahidi. Tailoring, lines, cut and Yara’s allure made this outfit, including the heavy coat, one of the most notable monochromatic ensembles at the dandyism gala.

Sexiest motherfucker on the planet, Henry Golding that’s who! This man should be front of the line, indeed, there should be no one else considered for the next James Bond. This alas is a world run by racialised goons who are all too often much threatened by anyone who does not look like they do. Every role this actor ensouls evokes images of the cool sophisticated dandyism with a gun that is James Bond. The Singapore native is styled in a golden Ozwald Boateng; of course, he is the coolest dandy in any room. Just imagine him saying, “James. James Bond…”

Oh my, let’s talk about continental dandies paying homage to the Diaspora dandy. Just look at Malick rock this Chanel ensemble that the cool professional model and keenly aware of optics photographer that he is. The pillbox hat, along with those long slim trousers that flare at the bottom make him a most handsome continental African dandy.

Monse X took their deconstructed look to extremes here. Again, among my major style pet peeves – legs you show, thigh-like legs, one never does. A beautiful jacket with lots going on is marred by Taraji’s legs being left exposed. The cane and matching bowler were marvellous; all it would have taken a pair of flared-leg pants in matching colour to have made this ensemble a winning competitor. Your job as designer is to make your client look their very best!

Arnie’s boy has made dirty old men out of many. This dandy deftly epitomises fluidity and ambisexuality – eye candy, to be sure. Love the square-boxed shoes, the flared-legged Balmain. Just look at that wholesome melange of Schwarzenegger and Kennedy DNA. A friend recently remarked, “You just want to lick his neck.” The man purse is très dandy chic. His turn on White Locust was smashing. Do not be deceived, however; this man has 9.9.4 = 4 numerology. There is nothing inviting or remotely liberal beyond his exterior.

Wow, this dandy exudes both lady-killer vibes and confidence in spades. To be sure, this is one of the best displays of dandyism to have walked the Met Gala 2025 blue carpet. He is immaculately styled by Haider Ackermann for Tom Ford.

French actor, Omar, could look no finer for being styled by Ozwald Boateng and just look at those two-toned green and black shoes. Parfait! The master tailoring of his suit is matched by the warm yellow shirt, which with his rich complexion do not require a tie.

Would you believe that Barry’s wearing Valentino, me neither? What’s not to love, he readily drops britches… so there’s that. The frilled sash, buttons and embroidery are all true hallmarks of any dandy worth their assignation. Cool, confident understated and sexy.

Jon is styled by Oscar-winning costume designer, Paul Tazewell. Attention to detail and perfect colour co-ordination were all here on display. The actor’s pinstriped suit in a pale palette allowed him not to appear less tall and the shoes and tie matching the pocket square all handsomely rounded out the look of the modern day dandy.

Fedora to the two-toned shoes, young Louis dazzled as dandy most rare. Louis stylishly paid homage to Black American dandyism exquisitely turned out by Prada. I am not remotely familiar with his work, but he does seem magnetic… at least on the blue carpet.

Here, the dynamic film actor and producer holds court in a tasteful design by Sabyasachi as the subcontinental dandy pays homage at a celebration of Black dandyism. The rings, cane and necklaces are all dandy luxe in various tones and textures of black. Fantastic.

Athlete turned actor, director, producer and Kerry Washington’s husband wore a stylish LaTouché suit. The ensemble works beautifully and he is even more charming a dandy when coupled with his gorgeous better half, Kerry. Love the shoes and attitude.

Jeremy was another actor who walked the blue carpet styled by Louis Vuitton as interpreted by the truly phenomenal Pharrell Williams at Louis Vuitton Men. He is as casual as his suit is understated; I am not the least bit familiar with his work as I rarely look at episodic television.

The colour schemata being a dead giveaway, Walton was definitely styled by Thom Browne. The deconstructed look was handsome and another actor with whose work I am unfamiliar. The style is elegant rather than garishly loud.

Giuliva Heritage put together one of the more stylish and eclectic looks to walk the blue carpet. Mr. Scott’s shoes were killing it, to be sure. Caramel/toffee, red and teal never looked sexier. This was a memorable outfit and dandyesque in the true sense.

Prada was definitely in the house as worn by actor, Kelvin as he made a bold bid in the dandy stakes. Looking mighty fine, indeed. The shirt and pocket square added the right dash of dandyism to have qualitied.

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

Congrats to Callum & Dua Lipa, the latter whom I adore, on their recent engagement. Our man Callum is outfitted in Louis Vuitton Men and looked every inch the dapper dandy!

Wales Bonner did the honours here, but ask me if I care. Just send him a bushel of blooming olives. This man is no more a singer of the Jazz idiom as he is an actor. Jazz will never be other than Black high art; especially so, in this the age of DEI blowback. More than ever, if you can afford a Bentley why pray tell time-waste in a frigging Lada?

Designers

No other designer who walked the blue carpet at the Met Gala’s Dandyism show better epitomised the dandy than LaQuan. Shoes, coat, shades, swagger. Do it to me! And, as you might expect, he is of course wearing LaQuan Smith. The rings and earrings are next-level dandy luxe.

The American designer of the Theophilio brand is dressed in one of his designs. Nothing says dandyism than that giant roaring red hibiscus. The swashbuckling hoop earrings, the oversized black cap, tilted of course, Edvin’s presentation is a commanding ode to Black American dandyism from the ’70s through to today. Oh my darlings, there is so much rich detailing throughout this ensemble… magnificent. More than that, there is a certain je ne sais quoi about Edvin that strongly reminds me of Frederick Jones.

Valentino creative director Alessandro always seems to thoroughly enjoy himself at the Met Gala. Good for him and he elegantly did Valentino justice in the creations he offered up. The white mink stole he carried was all things dandy and we love it!

Nothing beats a dandy in Chanel, head to toe. The multi-strand pearls, the golden chain belt, definitely Karl Lagerfeld would have approved. Like Prince, he ought to have been wearing heels and white shoes at that. He is still, one dropdead sexy dandy and current creative director of Off-White after Virgil Abloh’s passing!

Vice-President Kamala Harris & First Husband Doug Emhoff also attended the ode to Black American dandyism. She was elegantly styled by Ibrahim Emhoff for Off-White. Though she doubtless would have made an excellent President, the fact that she said that she supported a two-state solution, is precisely why she was defeated. In the end, America got what it damn well deserves and those who’ve grossly buggered and fixed the American civilisation into the ground will never ever recover from their vulgar, power-mad Icarian fall from grace, being vulgarly, murderously played out these past two years. Funny how it never occurred to Trump to want to annex Canada during his first term.

Prabal has got it going on and his animation of Diljit Dosanjh as Maharaja dandy paying homage at the courtly celebration of the Black American dandy won the prize hands down… right down to the sword! Lovely creations this year, every single design of his. Congrats, Prabal gets an A+ for having gotten the assignment just right, and his muse was the epitome of dandy swagger.

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

I keep anticipating Edward turning up at the Met Gala, escorting the divinely elegant Emma Weymouth, The Marchioness of Bath. Maybe not this year; perhaps, they’ll be a near-future Met gala whose theme will be an ode to the English aristocrat; one can only hope. This year, Edward teamed up beautifully with Moncler, hence Moncler x EE72, to produce memorable designs like those worn by Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz. Most of all, the one outfit was the cowl worn by the gloriously exotic Vittoria Ceretti, who has the greatest high-arched feet imaginable. We adore!

The cane, the superb tailoring and the dreadlocks done up in a bun, this is my kind of stylish dandy through and through. Mr. Gray is styled in one of his label’s design, Gray X. I absolutely love that play on the herringbone coat. Perfection!

Marc Jacobs and his husband, Char DeFrancesco are both styled in monochromatic Marc Jacobs; one in white, the other black. Marc’s look has certainly evolved in recent years; the couple do look happy.

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

Perhaps because she is moving on from an active role in the Versace brand, but so far as I could make out, only Chance the Rapper was coming on strong in Versace. As ever, Donatella looked glorious.

Zac arrived escorting Laura Harrier who seemed blissfully enthralled by his company, to say nothing of his design. I loved her Gap design outfit’s exaggerated sleeves and trousers’ bell bottoms. She was a camp play on dandy with the greatest gusto; truly divine.

Mr. Lopez escorted the seeming only person that he dressed on the night. She was dressed in space-age straitjacket attire and looking none too thrilled. LUAR certainly has a niche market and it didn’t look to be a dandy’s must-have look.

Tory and her eponymous label fared well on the evening. Tory’s outfit was one of my favourite looks that walked the blue carpet. All that black beading against a beaded white sheath was sheer genius. It worked beautifully; always good to see the designer.

The designer’s ensemble was bold and exotic, loved the fishtail of grey feathers. Perhaps, though, she ought to have sported a white bolero jacket or bolero made of the same grey feathers. the folds on the dress are rippling and elegant.

No female designer gave goddess sheath more so than Stella McCartney. In all honesty, I felt that she was among the best-dressed attendees to have walked the blue carpet.

Really love the design focus that Daniel Lee has this season at Burberry. This thick embossed velvet in truly rich tones is a definite winner. Positively lovely.

Dynamic, young fashion/design maverick of the eponymous international menswear brand Casely-Hayford. Love his attire here on the blue carpet. Wonderful, relaxed ode to dandyism.

Giovanna is consummately self-aware. She understands line, movement and perspective. She is the perfect visionary to bring forth the dazzling designs one has come to expect of Swarovski. Beautiful colour palette she chose, too.

Women’s ready-to-wear design Sergio Hudson made quite a stunning impact in his soft pink and black palette. Gloves, dapper shoes and rose at the lapel. Sergio proved one of the most elegant dandy’s to have walked the blue carpet. Stunning.

DD the dandy of Harlem fashion was on the scene. Black and white were the theme which he convincingly nailed. This Harlem dandy, Dapper Dan, is still going strong.

Many have come and gone, but through it all, Michael Kors is still standing. Mr. Kors’s winning design was alluringly worn by Megan Thee Stallion. Always exciting to see Mr. Kors walk the Met Gala carpet.

Grace is a British menswear designer who certainly made her mark at the Met Gala, 2025. All her designs made their muses standouts at the ode to dandyism.

Andrew Bolton is the Wendy Yu curator at the Costume Institute at the Met, and obviously plays a key role in the annual Met gala fundraiser. He is, of course, joined by inventive, creative genius, designer, Thom Browne, whose designs are always distinctively noteworthy. Certainly, his designs for both Demi Moore and Janelle Monae will transcend time.

**Gabriela Hearst with Questlove & Chris Rock**

Gabriela is flanked by both Questlove and Chris Rock. I rather love her designs, especially as presented at the Met Gala.

Manish Malhotra

Manish’s presentations on the Met Gala’s blue carpet were truly spectacular. As ever, the stylish Natasha Poonawalla was a reanimated harlequin vision in purple, black and white with attention to every detail. Most of all, his design for Coco Jones proved the evenings showstopper. The beading, cape, cut and line were next-level elegant. His vision of the dandy was handsomely realised.

**Maxwell Osborne. Justin Jefferson & Dao-Yi Chow**

Sportsman Justin Jefferson is flanked by Public School designers, Maxwell Osborne and Dao-Yi Chow. Look at what a fine dandy their genius presented at the Met Gala. Positively love Mr. Jefferson’s attire.

This swell Dravidian dandy styled Indian film star Mr. Khan to perfection. I love his personal style and the effort he put into appear at court in celebration of American dandyism. Really love his coat and its soft warm colour.

Colby’s dress was one of the more spectacular gowns to have walked the blue carpet. All that yellow and the bow were a remarkably ingenious design touch. Stunning!

Ew!

If I am honest, the dress is beautiful.

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

The emperor of all-American functional through luxury wear is in the house, that’s who and with his lovely rock, Dee.

**Pauletta Washington & Christopher John Rogers**

Mrs. Washington accompanies accomplished ready-to-wear designer Christopher, who certainly made an indelible mark on this year’s Met Gala blue carpet. Love his designs.

Ms. Carter’s designs for this year’s Met gala were very detail rich and keenly paid homage to the Black American dandy aesthetic. Really loved her design for Jasmine Tookes… phenomenal.

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

Both Aisha and her rock, Al Sharpton were decked to the nines in designs from her eponymous brand. The attention to detail, the quality, luxe and voluminous richness of her skirt, paired with the diaphanous décolletage are strokes of sheer creative genius. Positively loved the beauty of her.

Young Mr. Davis knows all about dandyism as he is the creative director of Ferragamo. That peekaboo fringed, white silk scarf is dandy swagger most subtle. Love his style!

These stylish twins know nothing of ordinary. They are bold, visionary and truly the essence of avant-garde dandyism writ large.

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Audra McDonald

Audra, Queen of Broadway, with the most Tony Awards of any other actor in Broadway’s history. She is a delight to behold. Audra wore Harbison Studio to the Met Gala and looked truly regal at the court of dandyism. At the Tony Awards she wore a gorgeous black affair with purple train by Christian Siriano.

Nicole Scherzinger – She did it!

You had better damn well give this Queen a Tony Award! Nicole is the very essence of showbiz. She is glamorous, stunning, has damn great chops and look at her vamp! Here, she is enrobed by Prabal Gurung, who understood the assignment – you are dressing a Queen! Yes! Yes! Yes! Nicole won the Tony! Brava! Nicole’s magnificent red gown at the Tony Awards was a stunning Rodarte affair!

Cole Escola

5… 6… 7… 8… “I’m just a Broadway Baby!” Sing it Cole Escola! Show them Cole how Broadway does dandy! Beautifully dressed by Christopher John Rogers, the theatre pro coolly came to slay! And win the Tony Award he did, too. Congrats! His Wiederhoeft gown was a wonderful tribute to Broadway legend, Bernadette Peters. I have faithfully watched every telecast of the Tony Awards since 1975, and Bernadette Peters’ reign, like Audra McDonald’s now, proved among the most exciting!

Kara Young

Kara, Broadway baby with exceptional talent, walked the Met Gala blue carpet in An Only Child ensemble in a quirky matching bowler. At the Tony Awards where she won two years in a row, she was elegantly styled by master couturier, Thom Browne.

Sadie Sink

Sadie has that same ethereal quality as the Broadway goddess Bernadette Peters, here at the Met Gala she was enrobed in bespoke Prada. Yet again, she wore bespoke Prada a month later to the Tony Awards. She is utterly gorgeous!

Tell me Cynthia doesn’t possess force of personality in spades, megawatt talent and sheer originality. These are all the hallmarks of the dandy: free, expressive and utterly self-possessed. Of course, it goes without saying, Cynthia like every Black dandy is generationally memorable. Cynthia is owning that blue carpet in her Givenchy ensemble and those boots! And the most anticipated awards (Tony Awards) opened and there was our our darling Elphaba rocking all Broadway!

As host of the 2025 Tony Awards, Cynthia was impressive and stunning. She handsomely upheld the tradition begun in the 1970s at the Grammy Awards when Diana Ross on hosting did the most revolutionary thing. After each commercial break, Diana returned in a new outfit; it was the most spectacular television. Now, of course, it is standard practice to do so. Cynthia wore Marc Jacobs, Marni, Valentino, GapStudio and others. Her closing number was the showstopper from Michael Bennett’s Dreamgirls, which I saw several times back in the early 1980s. If she is not a sage soul, then I really don’t know my Michael Teachings.

Sarah Snook

Sarah at the Met Gala came through stylishly sporting a suit in black with red interiored cape by An Only Child. A month later, she not only wowed in her Richard Quin body-hugging nude sheath but she also won the Tony! Brava!

Queen of West End & Broadway, our darling megastar from I, Tina was elegantly enrobed in a fabulous Sergio Hudson design. The ruffled sleeves and décolletage are delightful. Ravissante!

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Mogul Rihanna came through in a bespoke Marc Jacobs which announced to the world that she was expectant again. The hat, shoes, tie and dropped jacket as skirt with train were ingenious and flawlessly executed. Pulled off with the greatest aplomb by the always alluring Bajan Queen.

The Maverick came through elegantly presenting as the tech dandy in a cape beautifully detailed by Sergio Hudson. The cane, hat, rings and bold necklace were all modern dandyism boldly, yet elegantly presented. Truly handsome.

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

The immensely experienced, knowledgeable art/museum professional was understated with an elegant large bow to match her skirt and justifiably serene demeanour. Persons like Ms. Houghton do an invaluable service to art, culture and civilisation. Santé!

Another unrivalled maverick. Beloved. Adored. Respected. The Queen smoked a cigar whilst rocking a Tom Ford suit! Love!

Is there anyone else who seems so unpretentious? Spike wore a Fear of God suit and kept it otherwise casual. And did we mention that Spike is a passionate sports fan: tennis, basketball et al! Tonya Lewis Lee wore an Amsale coatdress in deep passionate blue with train

Queen of the court, Ms. Williams wore the best finger wave of the evening and was enrobed in a teal affair by Moncler x EE72 in collaboration with the adored Edward Enninful. Commanding!

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

The cinéaste came through in a powerful, though not overpowering, mauve vision of flowing lines by McQueen. The ruffles at neck and wrists are everything.

**Grace Wales Bonner & Antwaun Sargent**

Author Antwaun Sargent was elegantly dressed by Wales Bonner and is accompanied in this photo by the designer, Grace Wales Bonner. Love his shoes, to be sure!

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

Ryan and Zinzi are both wearing designs by Fear of God. I positively love that his shoes are the same shade as his snazzy suit. Nothing is more ravishing than an expectant mum, the best to her in due course!

The South African philanthropist was regally dressed by David Tlale; it is a beautiful asymmetrical yellow-gold and white affair. Her hat is a definite winner!

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

Thom Browne was the choice by custom designer, Paul Tazewell, who proved the first Black male to win Best Oscar for costume design in film. He is a very accomplished designer who’s been lauded in theatre. His magical designs on Wicked earned him his historic Oscar.

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

The phenomenally accomplished Baroness Moyo is wearing one of the evening’s truly luxe gowns. It is sublime in its elegance; the colour and the stole both nicely complement her rich complexion. Love the unique hem on her heavy-looking gown. Marvellous!

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

Fear of God did a fine drop of outfitting the avant-garde artist that is Lauren Halsey. Big, baggy, with lines and colour that are brutalist in energy like the architecture of the 60s, 70s.

Ms. Kardashian, maverick to the core, is icily reptilian in a black sheath by Chrome Hearts. The necklaces and that matching hart are fierce 21st century dandy!

**Branden Jacobs-Jenkins & Whitney White**

And look who won a Tony Award! Congratulations and then some! The award-winning, much-lauded playwright and his date were both dressed to the nines in Michael Kors Collection. Utter perfection!

Clara with a massive maverick footprint in the worlds of sport was elegantly turned out in a design by Sergio Hudson. The frilly, white lace hem and that gorgeous jade necklace are exceptionally elegant.

The handsome, highly creative geniuses are both styled by Gabriela Hearst. Love the cut of his jacket and her lace dress works beautifully for being monochromatically black. Handsome!

Kylie wears a heavy woollen skirt by Ferragamo creative director, Maximillian Davis, who also happened to have escorted her to the gala. The gloves and bustier nicely accentuate her smouldering allure. Love that the dropped jacket look also nicely complements her gorgeous curves.

Both towering creative genius and visionary, George Lucas and his beautiful wife, graced the blue carpet in designs by Louis Vuitton. Bless him; his shoes are utterly comfortable-looking!

Here is another stunning Prabal Gurung design; this one in electrifying red with feather, bows and a whole lot of magnetic personality by Chimamanda. Her hair is stunning and I can only imagine how utterly sweet she smelt!

Mr. Leon pulled off casual self-assured dandy with a large checkered blue and grey suit with comfortable-looking sneakers. Here’s wishing this marvellous visionary best of luck at this year’s Tony Awards for his direction of Shakespeare’s Othello, starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Denzel Washington. Here’s to trailblazing dandyism lighting up the great white way!

Pre-eminent Black American painter, Amy is here commandingly attired in a Fear of God creation that envelopes but not swallows her statuesque frame. The colour beautifully accentuates her golden complexion, too. Towering creative genius!

Here, Ava wears a flamenco-styled dress with beautiful hat by Prada and is a wonderful Mediterranean take on dandyism, truth be told. The two-toned combination works handsomely.

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

Two of Tanda’s sculptures were used as part of the décor for the Superfine: Tailoring Black Style exhibition. Love her large flowing skirt, the billowing sleeves and her dreadlocks that are reminiscent of Alice Walker’s.

Heavyweight music industry executive, Ms. Baxter is a shimmering sheath of empowerment in a dress tailored by Harbison Studio. The large, contrasting flower adornment at the waist further elongates, rather than not, her frame. Beautiful, elegant dress.

Film director Ms. Bravo wears a beautiful Tory Burch ensemble whose large and beautifully arranged scarf is emblazoned with the large B; Her shaved skull both adds to her beauty and readily evokes the dandy’s allure. Winning!

Mr. Taylor is, of course, discriminatingly attired by Louis Vuitton right down to the LV man clutch. Assured and fulfilled never looked better as pulled off by the artist.

Another artist who came to court in celebration of Black American dandyism, is painter, Jordan in another Harbison creation on the night. Bold, dramatic, she pulled off the look with élan.

Like his parents, Denzel and Pauletta, Malcolm also is a Hollywood veteran, though, a filmmaker. This casual LV clutch, readily advertises that he is attired in Louis Vuitton – and a very fine suit it is, indeed!

The artist is a vision of black and navy in a coat whose navy signature bleeds down to. becoming coagulated in a dark, rich black towards the hem. This is a very elegant J. W. Anderson design whose rich detailing is not discerned on first glance. Masterful tailoring, to be sure.

Rick James had nothing on Cory! Look out, that is how you come through, looking like a Boss Dandy, owning the whole damn thing! Jovana Louis did a fantastic job of invoking the dandy. Look at the frilly sleeves with the same fabric covering the train… ingenious. The black petals on his skullcap, the black satin collar, well of course this theatre producer is pure showbiz!

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White on white on white on white and then those fringes at the trouser hem! Ozwald Boateng outdid himself here and that white stole is everything and decadently dandyesque!

Whilst Cole’s wife, Nessa is styled in a post-Dune Moncler x EE72 design with gorgeous headdress and billowing skirt, the activist athlete is styled from head to toe in Ozwald Boateng and those matching shoes!

Try convincing me that British fencing great, Miles is not a dead ringer for Bad Bunny. First appearance at the Met gala of many more, one hopes, Miles is dressed impeccably, right down to the cane and specs, by Casely-Hayford. Everything is pure 21st century Black dandy and then some!

Devastatingly handsome and sexy, Mr. Wilson holds court in a Frère design; Megastar, Ciara is invoking a whirlwind of magic in her provocative LaQuan Smith design with train. Stunning couple.

Stefon came through in a bespoke Bianca Saunders. Positively love the two-toned in honey and white; the whole look was nicely set off by those très chic red shoes. Bombastic dandy!

Olympic dynamo, Ms. Biles is attired in a bright blue dress with train by Harbison Studio. Energy body of 5, her power is both spatial and infectious.

Favoured of Rudolf Nureyev at the Paris Opéra Ballet, the danseur noble strikes a commanding pose in his matte black leather from head to toe. It beautifully complements his dark colouring. Fantastic dancer!

Roberto Bolle – Maurice Béjart’s Bolero @ Teatro alla Scala

Definitely not going for subtle was Ms. Richardson as she commanded attention on the blue carpet in her two-toned, diaphanous Valentino affair. The play of lavender and pale yellow handsomely complement each other. Dynamic look.

Justin Jefferson in a Public School ensemble marvellously captures the essence of the dandy holding court in a refined West African setting. His swagger is both breathtaking and tribute to the NFL athlete’s prowess.

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

Dynamic footballer Joe Burrow stylishly walked the Met Gala blue carpet in a blue-grey Gucci suit. This choice of shoes was casual, but they work.

Head to toe, Venus’s choice was a dark green Lacoste ensemble. That coat with its dark accents almost outshone her comfortable-looking loafers.

Noah is wearing a Thom Browne creation and his plus one is jeweller Ana Khouri whose jewellery he was not shy about wearing. Love her flowing, creamy sheath.

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

Supercross speed demon Jett walked the blue carpet. The Australian super athlete looked cool, relaxed in his dark bespoke David August in collaboration with Santo Studio. Can never beat a sharp-dressed man!

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

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

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

Another dark and oversized silhouette from Fear of God for another superior sportsman. DeAndré and his unique locks are dandyism for the hip 21st century cosmopolitan. Really love the shade of charcoal brown.

Jonquel, as did most other female basketball athletes, opted for a Sergio Hudson creation. She was lean, crisp and commanding. The leather jacket, shades and that hairdo nicely pulled it all together.

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For me, Deborah Roberts black and white ensemble with train by Mark Ingram was the favourite for writers and journalists who attended this year’s Met Gala, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style. The cuffs, like her gorgeous smile, are a winner!

Ms. Chen came to slay and that she did in spades in this smashing Wiederhoeft with billowing train. The matching gloves and sheath, plus varying textures to the train are pure theatre!

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

Vogue director of special events, Sache made a winning gamble in walking the blue carpet in a flapper-inspired look. The flapper and the Black dandy of 1920s New York City/Harlem were definitely a major barometer of style and sophistication. Love the elegant line of her high-arched foot. No idea who the designer of her fluid ensemble is.

Editor and socialite Ms. Santo Domingo chose a creamy off white Christopher John Rogers suit with flawless pencil skirt. That single large pearl atop her black pumps is deliciously decadent.

Another magazine publishing insider, Ms. Cooper chose Amir Taghi for her beautifully colour co-ordinated green skirt with sash, white shirt with loose black tie and beautiful grey handbag. She was a refreshing professional to have worked the blue carpet.

Ms. Jones, the recent editor-in-chief of Vanity Fair – which has seen such dreck as Graydon Carter, who can’t seem to keep his stinky mouth shut about Meghan Sussex whom he does not know – seems to be going through more landscape change as it more and more resembles a shitty Fleet Street abattoir. But I suppose that when your legendarily big cock no longer works, you turn mealy-mouthed estrogen-bombed bigot. The nerve of him, ever the sight of him readily makes one think of Suzy Menkes, both with equally god fugly hairstyles. Certainly, he fails to realise that he has as much relevance in the current moment as does Dominic Dunne. Of course, he is part of a rarified gaggle of gossips associated with Vanity Fair, along with Katie Nicholl and Tina Brown – that vile racist gilt, who seems in her advancing senectude, to be matching her son’s diffused focus of spirit and intellect. Radhika is styled in an elegant salmon-coloured Romeo Hunt creation; she looks sublimely elegant!

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

Vogue and Teen Vogue West Coast editor, Lisa Love walked the blue carpet in bespoke Louis Vuitton and Bvlgari jewellery. Show them how it’s done!

Mr. Welch, GQ global editorial director, made history, being attired in the soft launch of Benji Bixby, André 3000’s new menswear line. The Demin suit, cummerbund, and tie were snazzy and that tattoo adds more than passing intrigue. Splendid!

Designer Martine Rose was Chioma’s choice for walking the Met Gala’s blue carpet. Cool. Confident. Understated and I like the bold belt buckle. Elegant!

Virgil Abloh’s Off White label was the fashion choice for ever stylish La La as she worked the top of the blue carpet stairs in her annual gig at the Met gala.

Undercover design team was Nicole Phelps’s choice as the professional attended the year’s biggest gathering of fashion, fundraising and editorial staffers across the board. I love the extended dark and detailed lobster-like, Edward Scissorhands look. It works brilliantly.

Well, of course, the industry veteran was not going to miss the year’s most important fundraising gathering. Ms. Fine Collins wears a stylish ensemble which is unmistakably Thom Browne, right down to the sophisticated shoes.

Hooray! For he’s a jolly good fellow who’s taking over Vanity Fair. Let’s just hope it elevates from gutter rat status, perpetually looking to stay au courant by lynching Meghan Sussex. Farewell to Vogue magazine alas.

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

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

Condé Nast financial luminary is elegant and dignified.

TV anchor, Zuri Hall wears an engaging bespoke pinstripe suit by Bishme Cromartie and its an ode to dandyism that works beautifully.

**Roger Lynch CEO Condé Nast & Cathleen Lynch**

Condé Nast’s CEO’s suit is a gorgeous velvet smoking, which I rather like. Mrs. Lynch’s ring and lapel jewellery are serious-looking pieces.

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Law is just the badass stylist at any gala; of course, it goes without saying his star client, Zendaya struck it out of the park yet again in her bespoke Louis Vuitton. As is obvious, Law was elegantly exuding dandyism in his gorgeous embossed black Burberry.

Ming was enrobed in a show stopping Harbison Studio eclectic ensemble. The bustled train to match opera gloves, whilst the popping green sheath whimsically festooned with clumps of woollen yarn. What’s not to love!

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

Eaddy is owning that bespoke Balmain like a Hollywood screen siren. The front slit, the lone button, the sleeves of what is a play on a man’s jacket is truly iconic dandy.

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

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

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

Debbie and her husband Norm were elegantly styled in ensembles designed by Oscar-winning costume designer Paul Tazewell. Debbie’s dress has the most gorgeous beading.

The world’s most famous influencer was attired in an Ugo Mozie creation. The flowing cape-like coat is truly chivalrous in essence, if only because it is draped from one shoulder.

**Met Gala 2025 Grand Stairs Blue Carpet**

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Doja is the most beautifully haunting muse at the Met Gala, 2025 for me. Here is Doja Cat, who always gets into character and performs on the Met catwalk. She simultaneously manages to evoke the essence of 1970s Black American New York and Paris model, Pat Cleveland and Hedy Lamarr the bewitchingly exquisite Hollywood film star immortalised in Samson and Delilah. As Doja vamped on the blue carpet, it was clear to see the resonances to Hedy Lamarr. More intriguingly, Doja is Afro-Jewish (Ashkenazi perhaps) and Hedy Lamarr was indeed Jewish. Doja’s styled in bespoke Marc Jacobs.

Even if she lives to 100, you damn well know that not only will Demi look good, but she will turn up. Here she is, adding depth and elegance to the ingenious design of Thom Browne; in essence, Demi is wearing a giant tie and what a beautiful tie it is indeed. Demi was among the top five best turned out at Superfine: Tailoring Black Style.

Zoe Saldana

Zoe wears another Thom Browne masterpiece that has her covered in albino-like snow peas. Zoe wears a a man’s jacket that morphs into a long coat with train. The Thom Browne standard black and white silhouette is here highlighted to maximum effect. The black bodice is pinstriped with exaggerated hips that mimic shoulders as the jacket is in mid flight to the floor. Zoe’s bob hairdo perfectly accentuates the beauty of the lines and minimalism of Browne’s masterful design. The matching two-toned shoes are everything.

Go on Liu… that’s what the world ever needs, a supremely confident woman exuding her unique beauty. Look at the line, the leg, foot sickled out, none of this pigeon-toed nonsense. Liu stratospherically elevates the elegance of the Burberry embossed velvet to being most über raffinée. Her Burberry suit, her attitude and fluidity of motion makes her, by far, one of the gala’s most seductive dandies!

Never mind Manish Malhotra’s exquisite design, what about that ring the Indian socialite is wearing? Each year, it is always exciting to see just how Poonawalla will own the red – this year blue – carpet. The colour combination is sublime and as ever, Ms. Poonawalla is dignified and elevates the occasion by her presence.

No other muse could best drape a Swarovski design about their deliciously elegant body but Alex Consani. She is supremely confident, aware and almost predatorily owns the space. She is subtle, with an artisan’s élan, she weaves her magic, setting the mood. Superb!

Grey and muted, Kendall’s soft palette serves to show off the gorgeous Torishéju design’s décolletage, which shows to best effect, the dazzling multi-strand necklace. As ever, Kendall is simply stunning.

Is Karlie glowing or what? The boots, the flared pleated Loewe skirt with train and long-sleeved bodice with upturned large collar. This was one of the most dominant designs of the evening and no one but amazon Karlie could have pulled it off.

Maya’s pale pink Prada sheath is anchored by a diaphanous caramel cape. Beaming, Maya looks as though she’s just alighted from the most lucid flying dream in a landscape that looks all too real.

Phenomenal pianist, Gina is seductively cocooned in a layered lace white skirt with large black train in back with a bustier in black to display a choker like no other. Kim Kassas has intricately constructed one of the most fascinating designs to walk the blue carpet. The brilliantly gifted spouse of Lang Lang’s moves with confident elegance and her keyboard clutch is priceless!

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

Mindy Kaling

Our darling Queen walked the blue carpet in a regal Harbison Studio gown with two-toned train that was only outdone by Coco Jones and Diana Ross’s trains. We love our Mindy and her personal metamorphosis.

**Pamela Anderson & Brandon Thomas Lee**

Pamela wore an august Tory Burch metallic-looking gown whilst her son, Brandon wore suit by Genuardi. The cut makes Pamela look severe and almost as though without brows.

Pieter Mulier fully understood the assignment and handsomely delivered. You are dressing a Queen. Miley ensouled the leather bolero and brought the necessary grandeur to the flared maxi skirt. Winner!

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

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

Though similar to Zendaya’s Louis Vuitton vision in white, Anna’s white suit and fedora were Christian Dior. Both superior tailoring, though, Zendaya won the derby on this one. Anna looks charmingly elegant!

Adut wears an avian inspired Swarovski design whose pink palette handsomely highlighted her gorgeous melanin-rich beauty. This is one of my favourite looks on the night.

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

Joey was one of the few persons who walked the blue carpet in Miu Miu. The bold colours work handsomely and her choker is a stunner and definitely catches the eye.

The gloriously stylish Lauren is wearing an oversized pantsuit by Zac Posen for Gap. Those billowing sleeves. flared legged trousers and that attitude. Go ahead!

Know neither Bebe nor her music, but my am I loving her fierce attitude as she works the blue carpet in this gorgeous Christian Siriano delight. My but she is awesomely sexy with attitude in spades!

Alicia and Swizz both wore Moncler x EE72 the Edward Enninful design venture. I love the draping, voluminous capes. shawls and hoods; they all work handsomely. The dark rich tones are decidedly African-inspired and understandably so.

The cool statuesque Ashley wears a muted design by BOSS. The tailoring is exquisite and her confidence as ever is empowering and on so many levels.

These finger waves are so luxe. Tell me Dua is not one of the sexiest women in music today. She is one hot glamazon who readily elevates her exquisite diaphanous Chanel gown!

Chappell’s psychedelic hot pink pantsuit is an explosion of Paul Tazewell’s creative genius. I am really loving those boots. The hair is awesome; I do, though, wish that she had accessorised with a strong herringbone choker and tons of rings on each finger, especially so in lapis lazuli.

The thoroughly modern and elegant couple, Gabrielle and Dwayne were both styled by Prada and look at that chunk of jewellery. Dwayne’s waistcoat is everything and matches his nails, too. I can’t wait for Gabrielle and Emma Weymouth to join forces one day on the Met Gala red carpet.

Christopher John Rogers beautifully dressed Ego, who had the most memorable moment on SNL50 in her riotous ad lib during Weekend Update. That life sketch will go down as one of the most arrestingly funny live moments on SNL. She is a damn boss! The fascinator and jewellery are smashing and perfectly complemented by those red pumps.

One of my favourite women on the planet whose beauty is both exotic and timeless; honestly, she looks as though a time-travelling Claudian matriarch. Our elegant Queen is adorned by Givenchy and looks cool and ever radiant.

Tell me that pastels are not more sublime on richly melanated complexions. All Chanel everything and Lupita, as ever, makes everything look regal. Lovely, and that cape is phenomenally exquisite and a handsome ode to Black American dandyism!

Jenna wears a bespoke Balmain.

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

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

As a former classical dancer, you just know that I am a serious foot fetishist, and my but Vittoria rocks my world. Edward Enninful elegantly styled Vittoria in black Moncler x EE72 with the most gorgeous hood. And that ankle bracelet is everything, to be sure!

Like Aurora James, Ivy wears a Thebe Magugu design and the long flowing diaphanous looks work on both women. This pale yellow flowing and layered creation handsomely complements her looks. Love it!

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

Our sexy dynamo full of allure and talent is wearing double tails by Louis Vuitton. I love the dark tones against her blonde locks. She is fierce, as ever!

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

Savannah, LeBron James’s wife, wore a bespoke Hanifa whose fishtail design was a richly detailed pinstriped creation in maroon. It was, in fact, a lovely ode to dandyism right down to the matching tie.

This gold lame Miu Miu worn by Gigi is one of the night’s better designs. There is so much rich detail and references in this look. At once the hair is an ode to World War II whilst the dress harks back to a Balmain design made famous by Josephine Baker who was a dandy extraordinaire!

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

Christian Dior was the choice for the celebration of dandyism and it works beautifully for Monica. The hat and skirt are wonderful. She looks amazing.

Bespoke Simkhai was one of the smartest choices on the blue carpet. Kerry’s silken balloon midi skirt and hat were glorious along with the plunging décolletage. The hat and matching gloves to the skirt made this a winning look.

Lisa’s Louis Vuitton was one of the sexiest to walk the Met Gala blue carpet. All the talk of her being inappropriately dressed was absurd. She is not a grotesque 92 year old Joan Collins fleeing her casket in a no-win crusade for long lost youth. Lisa is both stunning and utterly ravishing.

A perfectly handsome Chanel suit is spoilt by the conceit of youth to masquerade the blue carpet of the Met gala with cigarette in hand. There is nothing either cool or sexy about cigarette smoking. Just hurry up get cancer and crawl into your casket. Gauche, hideously so!

Walking the blue carpet with a stylish Alessandro Michele, Lana looked divine in her Valentino couture with the best display of feathers to walk the Met Gala in recent years.

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

Another dramatic design of Prabal Gurung’s to walk the blue carpet. Precious Lee commanded attention in her leopard print cape and brown body suit. She looks stunning!

Sofia is dressed by Tommy Hilfiger. The bustle bow is a fabulous detail. She looks marvellous.

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

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

Vera Wang’s billowing skirt greatly brought the drama to the blue carpet. Keke’s is a great nod to dandyism. Her headdress is sublime.

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

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

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

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

This gold and bronze Ozwald Boateng pantsuit is beautifully accessorised by Hope as she confidently walked the blue carpet. Her yellow blouse was the most contrasting against the red shoes and bag.

Without doubt, this was the most unflattering Who Decides War design to walk the blue carpet. I don’t imagine that Danielle felt too well at the end of the night.

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

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

Naturally, Ozwald’s beautiful children are styled in his designs. Positively love Oscar’s suit. There’s no denying that their father, Ozwald is a superior tailor.

Gustav Magnar Witzoe

Billionaire scion who did not care about the dandy aesthetic. The caped Todd Patrick design, like the rose-filled Lucite briefcase was at best obtuse.

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

Hailey wore a black mini suit dress by Saint Laurent. Her look would have been better served had she worn black patent leather stilettos – open-toed platforms do not rise to the occasion.

Priya Ahluwalla designed this black asymmetric ode to dandyism. If nothing else, the socks certainly do stand out.

Dasha Zukhova

May you never live in marvellously interesting times. How to make Prada look revoltingly cheap? Voilà!

Heidi glamorously graces the blue carpet, enrobed in a black Vetements maxi with train. Really loved Heidi’s candour in South Africa when interviewed about being at the EarthShot Prize, she had never heard of the “scheme” until she was approached to attend and serve as presenter. Indeed, in his jealous obsession with Prince Harry and his gorgeous Black American wife, Meghan Sussex, #peggalicious tries to flex by roping in celebrities, whom he clearly does not know and about whom he does not give a shit, to emulate Harry and Meghan’s clout.

Anok Yai

Anok wears a avant-garde man’s suit as dress with black drop jacket cinched at the waist to drape over the contrasting white skirt. Love the knotted look of the jacket. As ever, she is Anok being playful and grounded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The most colourful civil servants to have walked the blue carpet. Everything about their look is an ode to dandyism uniqueness of expression. Spectacular!

Grace with her mum to her rear, also dressed in Thom Browne. Love the rear view of her mum’s lace up boots. The pooch bag is also sweet for a young lady her age.

Love the fabric’s design on this extraordinary Ozwald Boateng worn by African singer TEMS. I suppose that like Lauryn Hill’s ensemble the umbrella is a neo-colonial reference, which is a valid one as dandyism has transcended all epochs.

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

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

Saint Laurent designed this sweeping trained black pantsuit with plunging décolletage, which nicely displayed the gorgeous pendant jewellery. She looks stunning and the trousers are über cool.

**Charles Shaffer & Elizabeth Cordry Shaffer**

Anna Wintour’s psychiatrist son and his lovely wife in a sweeping blue gown.

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

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

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

Ms. Soros was dressed in bespoke Sergio Hudson. Positively love the colour, though, the hat is a bit large for an indoor evening event – at least in that colour.

New York City council member wore an appropriately dire ensemble.

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

Love the fur trim on this bespoke Valentino; however, the stockings are both garish and passé. A column skirt, even one with train, would have worked much better. The pink bow, though, is a gorgeous detail.

**Giovanna Battaglia Englebert & Sora Choi**

Sora obviously wears a Swarovski design. Love the pale blue on this very busy design.

Samara Joy Live @ Philharmonie de Paris March 2025

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What Started It All…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meghan 2025… Something’s Cooking!

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

**Meghan The Duchess of Sussex on Instagram**

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

Let’s Go! With Love, Meghan Netflix

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

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

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

With Love, Meghan. Netflix

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**Stratford Festival Theatre – Main Stage**

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

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

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

This fragment had a Mars/Saturn body type.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ella Fitzgerald in Concert in Sweden, 1963

Ella Fitzgerald – Vocals

Don Abney & Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Jo Jones – Drums

Herb Ellis – Guitar

Roy Eldridge – Trumpet

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

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

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Hello, My Darling!

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Triptych August 1972

Oil and sand on three canvases

My five-day trip to the most glorious jewel, London, was bittersweet. I got a call from Vanessa saying that Clive’s cancer had proven stage four with little time left him. There was but one choice, nothing to do but hurry off the phone, book a flight tout de suite to London. Back in late October 1982, after having met Merlin, my friend Clive, studying in the city, I set up on a blind date with Vanessa. She broke off the date at the last minute to rush home to Bermuda and attend her grandmother’s funeral. Undaunted, on her return, I insisted that they get together. By this time, Merlin was returned to New York and holding up at the actor, Patricia Neal’s UWS airy apartment. Merlin had met Clive and Vanessa separately and thought to have them to dinner; naturally, he cooked his favourite dish, chicken paprikash, which he had been taught by Stratford Festival Theatre’s artistic director, John Hirsch.

Manhattan rooftop water tanks

As we dined, with the shadows of water towers beyond the large living room windows, it was fairly obvious that my attempt at matchmaking had proven successful. From time to time, Merlin winked at me and squeezed my knee beneath the table as Clive and Vanessa on their first date had handsomely struck it off. As the blind date was going so well, Merlin suggested that they were welcome to stay and continue visiting whilst we headed off down to midtown Manhattan to take in the midnight showing of Gandhi at the Ziegfeld cinema. Merlin suggested that they could leave the apartment’s keys with the concierge and we would collect them on our return; it was obvious that they were getting along well and needed more time together, minus us as well. Clive and Vanessa laughed a lot and it was clear that they were smitten with each other.

Portrait of Isabel Rawsthorne

Oil on Canvas

Provenance: Tate Britain

Pushing five in the morning, we returned and thought it odd that the suite’s keys had not been turned in. We got off the elevator and on making our way down to the hall, there was the familiar shower of both persons laughing and giggling. Merlin knocked, not loudly, and we were greeted at the door by the smitten couple, each with cake frosting on their nose. They had been up talking and decided that, as it was well past midnight and therefore her birthday, they would bake a cake! Lots of laughter and warmth, whilst the cake set, Merlin decided to make a hearty breakfast of pancakes with Canadian maple syrup! Since that day, Vanessa and Clive have never been separated once; they even slipped into Toronto to visit me a couple of weeks after Merlin’s passing.

The bust of a man

Pen and Ink

c. 1545

Baccio Bandinelli

Hopped off the Piccadilly line, I crossed Green Park, on day one, to alight at The King’s Gallery, Buckingham Palace. The red-interiored salons were familiar, warm and grounding. I was bothered by the fact that the exhibition of Renaissance Drawings among which were works by unsurpassed genius, Leonardo da Vinci, was masterfully curated and hung. Each piece was expertly placed such that you could never evade the glare of intrusive lighting and the works of art hung on the opposite wall. I laughed aloud to a couple of women staffers, then eventually on making to the next salon, a lone silver-haired beauty engaged me. She wanted to know where I was from; naturally, my Canadian accent as articulated with the women registered with her. She lived, it turned out in Mississauga as her husband had worked at the corporate headquarters of the elegantly designed Mies van der Rohe TD Bank (Toronto Dominion Bank) for a couple of decades. She insisted that I make the trek to St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle before leaving; I assured her that the journey was foremost in my plans, having shared that there were 4 governors-general in my extended family to date. She was a gracious human of whom I dreamt two nights later and her aura unsurprisingly was most pronounced.

Reclining Figure

Plaster and string

1951 Henry Moore

Henry Moore & Francis Bacon, Tate Britain

From the King’s Gallery, I briskly made my way to Victoria Station, alighting at Pimlico where after being moved by Chris Ofili’s tribute to the Grenfell Tower tragedy, I scuffed at the Turner Prize fare, which would have been more convincing if there were also homeless persons encamped. The Francis Bacon & Henry Moore exhibition was soul-stirring. By now my feet were beginning to seriously ache as I had forgotten to pack walking shoes. Stepping into the unseasonably crisp sunny air, I hopped aboard the Uber boat and swiftly cruised down the river Thames to the Tate Modern. I was not especially inspired for having visited and for the first time, after so many visits, successfully strode across the millennium bridge where I ended up at St. Paul’s Cathedral. As always, I paid homage to Henry Moore’s plaque. From there, I returned to my hotel in Russell Square. My feet were blistered and ridiculously ached.

Moore, Henry 30/7/1898<O>31/8/1986

Michael: This fragment was a first-level old artisan – third life thereat. Henry was in observation mode with a goal of dominance. A realist, he was in the moving part of intellectual centre.

Henry’s body type was Saturn/Venus.

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

The fragment Henry is fourth-cast in the second cadence; he is a member of greater cadence one. Henry’s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – he is an entity mate.

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

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

There are 8 past-life associations with Arvin and 6 with Merlin. ______________________________________________

Though I had about 1.5 hours to showtime, in light of the election results in America and because I simply cannot bring myself to make compromises when it comes to Jazz, I chose not to attend the oppressive brutalism of the Southbank Centre and endure Jamie Cullum apeing Black culture. Fuck that! Besides, I realised on arriving at the hotel that the ticket was for a standing room spot; not with with blistered feet was I going to time-waste. When Whites said fuck you, we are not voting for a Black woman, all bets are off that I’ve got time to suffer stubborn racially predatory boors. Whites were enticed by the spectre of Trump’s Bible, which omits amendments 11 through 17, most importantly, the 13th amendment which promises mass incarceration if not enslavement for American Blacks. Thus, I spent a couple of hours talking to Vanessa, Clive and my spouse whilst icing my sorely battered feet.

Fortnum & Mason, Piccadilly

Rested and with lots of buzz from London’s vibe, I decided at 2215 to head to Leicester Square. Got off the tube into the thick of the Friday night throngs, making my way past the Hippodrome Casino. Outside beneath the marquee was a group of statuesque, beautiful Black women in their mid to late twenties, walking past, I said to the tallest with her back to the street, “You’ve the most beautiful hair!” “Oh thank you!” She had the largest afro of the group and wore the most gorgeous, large silver hoop earrings. As I gingerly walked along, they could be heard howling and remarking at the fact that in the middle of the chill late evening air, I was fanning myself – thanks in part to the side effects of one of the medications which regulates my health well into my seventh decade. I then slipped into the Knatchbulls’ formerly owned Curzon cinema in hopes of seeing Gladiator II; however, it was sold out and I would not likely be able to see it until after midnight. Next stop, the Vue cinemas to attempt seeing Wicked; still no luck. Never mind. I then gingerly ambled to Piccadilly Circus and enjoyed the groovy beauty of Fortnum & Mason then headed back to my Russell Square hotel.

Royal Academy of Art

Next morning, bright and early, I got to Russell Square tube station only to be horrified by the note that read that the Piccadilly line would be closed both Saturday & Sunday; perhaps, I ought to have ventured out to Windsor the day of my arrival. Undaunted, I elected to head by bus to Piccadilly circus and made my way to Lilywhites where I purchased a pair of sneakers and chucked the pair of too tight and heavy, foot-blistering nuisance in the bin. Spent little time at RAA; the Michelangelo was underwhelming and too crowded for my ubiquitously masked comfort – my spouse is 24/7 on oxygen; I can ill afford to become exposed to respiratory contagion.

Iris

Oil on Canvas

1890 Vincent van Gogh

Provenance: National Gallery of Canada

Next stop, Trafalgar Square and the rapturously overwhelming Vincent van Gogh exhibition at The National Gallery. Breathtaking beauty that is each canvas was marred by the fact that there are simply far too many persons currently incarnate. Sixty-one phenomenal works of art by the modern Dutch genius, which must have a market value of at least 2B£. Obviously, it is all about the biggest bang for one’s buck but the heat radiating off the masses moving from salon to salon was at times overwhelming. There could have been a system whereby 50 persons max per salon to allow everyone a good appreciation of each piece. As ever, the tallest persons always have a knack for planting their obstructive frame before a painting and taking their sweet damn time before moving on.

Sketch for a Portrait of Lisa (Sainsbury)

Oil on Canvas

1955 Francis Bacon

This exhibition, next-door at The National Portrait Gallery, because it left me so pronouncedly aware of George Hawken being ‘around’ that it, plus the sheer staggering beauty of Francis Bacon’s genius moved me to tears. This portrait of Lisa Sainsbury, the way her eyes mimic Akhenaten’s end up remarkably resembling singer, Thom Yorke’s delicate beauty; even the colours betray the haunting melancholia of Yorke’s soulfulness. By the time that I left The National Portrait Gallery, I was listening to Radiohead’s 1997 debut album, OK Computer. The movement and emotional brilliance of clarity in each Bacon canvas is humbling in its beauty. This, by far, was the most ravishing drink for the spirit. Also the very posh Milanese couple and family members were grounding to be around; they sung the language, which I studied for two years in high school.

Bacon, Francis 28/10/1909<O>28/4/1992

Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan — fourth life thereat. Francis was in perseveration mode with a goal of rejection. A sceptic, Francis was in the moving part of intellectual centre.

Francis’ body type was Saturn/Lunar.

Francis’ primary chief feature was impatience and the secondary arrogance.

The fragment Francis is fifth-cast in the fourth cadence; Francis is a member of greater cadence five. Francis’ entity is five, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414.

Francis’ essence twin is an artisan, who is extant, an interior decorator and female; his task companion a sage.

Francis’ primary needs were: expression, freedom and expansion.

There are 12 past-life associations with Arvin and 5 with Merlin. (February, 2018) _________________________________________

Portrait of D. H. Kahnweiler II

Crayon transfer Lithograph

1957 Pablo Picasso

British Museum

Day two of the Piccadilly line being down, and out into the grey-skied chill air, I ventured from the hotel, cutting across Russell Square and proved the first in line on Great Russell Street for the British Museum. Soon, Juan and I were chatting; he is in his eighth decade, enjoying retirement after a career spent at the Prado; he never said what he did. He clearly loved art and came every few months to London where the best exhibitions were to be had. Paris was long passé, Juan declared with a dismissive clipped laugh. After the not very dramatic Picasso print exhibition, I took off for The Japanese Galleries where, as ever, I found centre whilst visiting London. As agreed, we met up in the café, close to the two beautiful totem poles that lord over that sector of the sprawling institution.

Picasso, Pablo 25/10/1881<O>8/4/1973

Michael: This fragment was a seventh-level young warrior — third life thereat. Pablo was in aggression mode with a goal of dominance. A sceptic, Pablo was in the moving part of intellectual centre.

Pablo’s body type was Venus/Saturn.

Pablo’s primary chief feature was exalted arrogance and the secondary greed fixated on accomplishments.

The fragment Pablo is second-cast in the second cadence; Pablo is a member of greater cadence four. Pablo‘s entity is six, cadre one, greater cadre 6, pod 404.

Pablo’s essence twin is a warrior and his task companion a scholar who was known to him.

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

There are 3 past-life associations with Arvin and 1 with Merlin. (January, 2018) __________________________

The Japanese Galleries, The British Museum

Returned to the hotel, I quickly fell into sleep’s welcome embrace. As is habit, I dreamt rather lucid dreams, especially so for being in London. Among those eight dreams in 3.5 hours was a rather lucidly awakened encounter with Prince William and his wife; she was cool, tense and disinterested. I had a distinct impression that her mood was more so to do with their state of affairs than myself or anyone else for that matter. The three of us were the only persons. Catherine who had been stooped to the moist, wet ground was planting clippings. She declined to look when William called after her announcing, “Look who’s here.” When she finally stood up, being clipped, dismissive and took leave of more so him than me, William placed his left palm on the small of my back, caressed me with his left thumb; throughout the dream, I could very intensely smell him. He was calm, centred and without the trappings of his waking persona – numerology, chief features and centre. William is an older soul – sixth mature, who like every one in acceptance was gracious and civil – his father, King Charles III is also in acceptance. I awoke and ventured by taxi to an evening with Vanessa, Clive and two of their four sons. It was a very emotional evening and none of the past 42 years of rich memories, family life and subsequent generations would have unfolded had I not acted on spirit and dreams which assured me that I had to set up Clive and Vanessa on a blind date, a lifetime ago.

St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle

Moments after having spent a good two minutes in reflection, head bowed, facing due north, I quickly took this photo looking eastward. I was not the first to have arrived in the line at Windsor castle on day four, but as everyone ventured towards the castle’s staterooms, I turned westward and briskly walked towards St. George’s Chapel. There was an American family who’d never been before. On entering, they turned right, as I turned left towards the great west doors, en route to pay homage. After a few words with the crimson-garbed cleric, I bowed and meditated. Suddenly, the first dream had of the recently passed Elizabeth II lucidly mushroomed in my mind. The dream reanimated about me as I watched myself walk towards the transitioning astral plane habituée and placed a garment about her, keeping her warm, honouring her richly ennobled life.

King George VI Memorial Chapel (DailyMail)

I came to as the American family, having erroneously wandered off to the Albert Memorial Chapel approached. I took leave, allowing them to visit with the large black Belgian marble slab with bronze inlays that marks where Queen Elizabeth II, Elizabeth, her mother, George VI, her father, Margaret Rose, her sister and Philip, her husband are together entombed. Simple, elegant… poignant.

Freedom. George Michael 1990

Naomi

Well before noon and I was returned to London where I alighted in South Kensington. Small, intimate and the two films that accompany the exhibition leave no doubt in one’s mind that Naomi is a Queen. If weight considerations were not a concern, I would have purchased a few coffee table books from the exhibition. I listened to George Michael’s Freedom for the rest of the afternoon until taking a nap. This tiny exhibition infuses the Victoria & Albert Museum with intense beauty and style.

Campbell, Naomi 22/5/1970 London, England.

Michael: This fragment is a second-level mature artisan – third life thereat. Naomi is in caution mode with a goal of rejection. A realist, she is in the moving part of emotional centre.

Naomi’s body type is Saturn/Mercury.

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

The fragment Naomi is fifth-cast in the sixth cadence; she is a member of greater cadence four. George’s entity is two, cadre four, greater cadre 7, pod 414.

Naomi’s essence twin is an artisan and her task companion is a sage.

Naomi’s primary needs are: exchange, expression and freedom.

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

Andy Warhol & Jean-Michel Basquiat. Michael Halsband 1985

Next stop, I was off downstairs at the Victoria & Albert Museum to be thoroughly consumed by the staggering creative legacy of pieces from Elton John & David Furnish’s art collection. Truly arresting and brilliantly impressive, Fragile Beauty is a masterful exhibition. In light of Quincy Jones’s recent passing, the constrictor enrobed Nastassja Kinski photographed by Richard Avedon proved even more captivating. Why have I yet to get the hype over The Beatles? George Harrison and his vibe, I fully get. Hey Jude will ever be a touchstone, but them as a ‘thing’ remains for me utterly elusive. Billie Holiday captured in song proved more captivating than I anticipated. Some shots brought back memories of living in New York City in the early 1980s. Always found Keith Haring’s pheromones off-putting; he moved in the same art circles as dancer turned designer and lover, Attila Isaksen. Smiled at the memory of Attila and I, watching through a skylight Robert Mapplethorpe engaging in S&M at a loft in Chelsea. Our one sexual encounter was intense; I felt overwhelmed by the inordinate looseness of the man. On two occasions he had been leaving the S&M loft upstairs as I came bounding up the stairs to the second storey loft below his friends’. The third time this occurred, he rushed into the loft after me and our tryst was a noisy, feverish business; it was obvious that he was taken by my explosive kinetic energy. The exhibition’s photograph of Mapplethorpe reveals a possessed ghost of the dazzling persona I had encountered in late 1982; clearly, at the time of the photograph, he was being consumed by AIDS. By far, the best photograph of Malcolm X is part of the Elton John & David Furnish collection.

Trial proof of Self-Portrait: Reflection. Lucian Freud 1996

There could be no doubt why the pilgrimage was undertaken. This Lucian Freud exhibition of prints, though, not disappointing, was not the soul-stirring rapture that was the Francis Bacon exhibition at The National Portrait Gallery. I had been hoping to see Kai, Bella and other more notable works. The whippet Hugo was, without doubt, the highlight of the exhibition… at least for me. Feet sore though manageably so, I was returned to Russell Square and a dream-filled nap with one very memorable flying dream.

Freud, Lucian 8/12/1922 Berlin<O>20/7/2011 London

Michael: This fragment was a fifth level mature priest – third life thereat. Lucian was in observation mode with a goal of dominance. Lucian was a sceptic who was in the moving part of intellectual centre.

Lucian’s primary chief feature was stubbornness and his secondary chief feature was that of impatience.

Lucian had a Saturn/Mars body type.

Lucian’s casting is in the fourth position of the fourth cadence in the sixth greater cadence. He is a member of entity six, cadre one, greater cadre 7, pod 414 – Lucian is an entity mate of both Arvin and Merlin’s.

Essence twin for Lucian is a priest and his task companion is a slave.

The three primary needs for Lucian were: exchange, freedom and power.

There are 17 past-life associations with Arvin and 14 with Merlin. __________________________________________

The Tales of Hoffmann. Royal Opera House

Ah the magic of theatre. Naturally, as the house lights go down, Merlin always falls into my mind. I loved the fantastic elements of the Offenbach opera; so very rich, pandimensional and dream-like. A good seat was mine and adding to the experience was, the man in his early 30s sat next to me. He was possessed of that yearning so common to us the tribe of men. A Briton, he seductively danced as he had since boyhood with his chums. I sat comfortably engrossed in the opera, but was ever mindful of his arm and leg gently, with increasing tension, caressing against mine. By act three, he was sat arms folded his index and middle finger gently caressing my arm. Neither of us had moved from our seats during the second intermission; the date, copine, épouse whomever did leave whilst I sat deeply engrossed in my phone. Rhythmically, his thigh muscle flexing, thus he kept up the dance’s intensity. Though he proved arousing distraction, I was still disturbed after having visited with Vanessa and Clive, the latter clearly not much longer focussed in this world.

The Farnese Hercules. Royal Academy of Art

Last full day in the city where in the 18th century I enjoyed a life (male) at court as a musician. Always indeed, it is good to go home. I was returned to the Royal Academy of Art to finish off my tour of the place. There were, three days prior, too many kids screaming their lungs out. Satisfied, I then crossed Piccadilly and indulged in putting together an F&M hamper of goodies just in time for the holidays. Returned home, I read and rested up for the night ahead.

Tosca, Royal Opera House, Covent Garden

Round two and back for more! Returned was I for a glorious night of Puccini as the most beautiful production of Tosca unfolded. Gloriously improved seating; good to feel the orchestra fully washing over me. This performance was riveting and its staging and design were stellar. During my return from the first intermission, I looked up to where I was sat the night prior. My yearning seat companion leaned forward in his seat to peer down at me. The dance ever endures. The sets were marvellous.

Royal Opera House, Covent Garden

The second intermission and I went outside to make a phone call. Whilst admiring the monstrous Rolls across the street and whose grill is visible in the right corner of the preceding photograph, a concert goer approached and declared that he was alone. Did I smoke? No. Would I like some company afterwards; I had almost forgotten how cocky I used to be when young. My phone buzzed; there was my cue. Silently, I returned across the street and pleasurably relaxed into my seat for Tosca’s final act. Midway through the curtain call, I made a dash for the exit and hung out just inside the stage door for about half an hour then made it to the Covent Garden tube station… alone. Yes, my darling, à la prochaine, London!

Jones, Quincy 14/3/1933 <O> 3.11.2024

Michael: This fragment was a fifth-level mature artisan – third life thereat. Quincy was in the power mode with a goal of dominance. A sceptic, Quincy was in the moving part of intellectual centre.

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

Quincy’s body type was Venus/Mars.

The fragment Quincy is second-cast in the first cadence. Quincy is a member of greater cadence four. Quincy is a member of entity one, cadre one, greater cadre 4, pod 129.

Quincy’s essence twin is an artisan and the task companion is a sage.

Quincy’s four primary needs were: expression, adventure, power and communion.

There are 6 past-life associations with Arvin and 11 with Merlin. _______________________________________________

Quincy Jones & Orchestra

Jazz pour tous

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

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Autumnal Mood

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Heron

Serigraph

13.25 x 34.50 Inches

Artist Proof

Provenance: The da Brgha Collection

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

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

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

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

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

This fragment had a Saturn/Lunar body type.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Duke Ellington & John Coltrane: In a Sentimental Mood

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Cover Photo: Portrait of Cornelis van der Geest

Oil on canvas

1620 Sir Anthony van Dyck

Provenance: National Gallery, London UK

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Self-Portrait

Oil on Canvas

1640 Sir Anthony van Dyck

Provenance: National Portrait Gallery, London UK

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Massacre of the Innocents

Oil on Canvas

1611-1612 Sir Anthony van Dyck

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

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

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The Rat King!

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

Windsor, Henry 15/9/1984 London, England

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

Body type is Mars/Saturn.

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

**Prince Harry 15.9.1984 Rat 6.6.1 = 4**

Ciccone, Madonna Aug 16 1958 Michigan

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

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

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

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

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

She has a Lunar/Venus body type.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: Past lives of note include the following:

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

**Elephant mandala created by Merlin for his oldest friend**

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

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

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

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

Charles’s body type is Mercury/Saturn.

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

**Queen Elizabeth II 21.4.1926 Tiger 3.7.7 = 8**

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

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

Body type was Venus/Lunar.

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

Michael: Past lives of note include the following:

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

**Prince Philip 10.6.1921 Rooster 1.7.2 = 1**

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

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

Body type was Saturn/Mars.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Body type is Lunar/Venus.

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

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

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

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

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

*July, 2017.

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

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

Charles has a Saturn/Mars body type.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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**Diana, Princess of Wales 1.7.1961 Ox 1.8.7 = 7**

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

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

She had a Lunar/Mercury body type.

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

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

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

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

*Shared September, 1997

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dodi’s body type was Saturn/Lunar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

**Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex 4.8.1981 Rooster 4.3.4 = 11**

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

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

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

Meghan’s body type is Venus/Solar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Comment on Megxit:

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

**Meghan channelling Margaret Beaufort… the lighting pure sublime theatre**

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

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

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

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**Prince George of Wales 22.7.2013 Snake 4.2.8 = 5**

Windsor, George 22/7/2013 London, England

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

George does not yet have chief features.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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**Prince Archie 6.5.2019 Pig 6.2.5 = 4**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The higher ideal has to do with unification.

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

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**Princess Lilibet 4.6.2021 Ox 4.1.6 = 11**

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

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

Lilibet has neither centreing nor chief features at this time.

Lilibet’s body type is Mars/Mercury.

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

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

Lilibet’s needs are exchange, communion, adventure.

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

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

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

*August, 2021.

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**Doria Ragland 2.9.1956 Monkey 2.2.5 = 9**

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

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

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

Doria’s body type is Venus/Saturn.

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

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

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

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

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

**Catherine, The Princess of Wales 9.1.1982 Rooster 9.1.3 = 4**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Past Lives of Note:

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

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

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

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

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

*Dec, 2023.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**Nacho Figueras 4.3.1977 Snake 4.7.4 = 6**

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

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

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

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I Love You. Good Night & Sweet Dreams…

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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.

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.

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 16^th century, early 17^th 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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Glenn Gould… Summer In the City.

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Glenn Gould’s childhood home in Toronto’s Upper Beaches @ 32 Southwood Drive

After all these years, I made a pilgrimage to Glenn Gould’s childhood home at 32 Southwood Drive in Toronto’s Upper Beaches neighbourhood where red and white oak trees baronially lord over the winding, hilly streets.

White Oak on Lawn of 32 Southwood Drive in the Upper Beaches, Glenn Gould’s Childhood Home

Just look at that gorgeous white oak anchored on the edge of Glenn Gould’s childhood front lawn. Toronto truly is a city that’s mushroomed in the most lush forest that lines one of Great Lakes. Always, I love summers in Toronto for this reason.

J. S. Bach Goldberg Variations Glenn Gould 1981

For all time, this music will be of benefit to me; ever the memories it affords of Merlin buoy me up.

Glenn Gould statue at Canadian Broadcasting Corporation’s Headquarters Front Street West, Toronto

I’ll always remember that cool autumn evening, on the cusp of the Full Moon, in 1982 when Merlin called me up in New York City from Toronto, crying; he said that Glenn Gould had died. Three days earlier, when we first met, he spent much of the evening, talking about Glenn Gould and how much he admired him.

Bitches Brew Miles Davis 1970

Also, at that time, I spent each weekend repeatedly listening to my then favourite Jazz recording, Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew. Recently, on the passing of Tony Bennett, I recalled what my father’s first cousin, the actor Cicely Tyson’s husband, Miles Davis said of Bennett. That stinging indictment was borne out by Kevin Mahogany’s tome about Bennett penchant for ignoring Black Jazz artists. Indeed, I recalled at the time of the anecdote, the point being articulated by the remark that, you will never find a photograph of Miles with that man.

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Miles Davis – Trumpet

Joe Zawinul – Piano, Composer

Wayne Shorter – Soprano Saxophone

Bernie Maupin – Bass Clarinet

John McLaughlin – Electric Guitar

Harvey Brooks – Bass Guitar

Lenny White – Drums

Chick Corea – Piano, Soloist

Larry Young – Piano

Dave Holland – Bass

Jack DeJohnette – Drums

Don Alias – Congas

Jumma Santos – Shaker

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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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The Little Grovelling Bastard/The Second Caligulan Age!

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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

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…

10.04.202310.12.2024 Arvin da BrghaLeave a comment

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

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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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