Grey Lines with Black, Blue and Yellow.

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Oil on Canvas

48 x 30in

c. 1923 Georgia O’Keeffe.

Guess who’s coming to town @agotoronto and I cannot wait to be richly inspired.  

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Prosecuting the Past whilst at the Deathscape.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis3

Since having shared these dreams two years ago, I have been corrected by an authentic Michael Channeller as to Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis’ true role in essence; she is a young soul sage rather than young soul king – her first husband, John F. Kennedy was a young soul king and he was reborn to an aristocratic family in France and I do believe reborn male.  Contrary to the word on the faux-Michael ether, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis – whom I encountered one glorious summer afternoon in 1983 after ballet class at Harkness House with David Peregrine and his lovely sweetheart and former classmate, Jackie Sloane – who both perished in the Canadian Rockies when he piloted some years later in 1989, Ms. Kennedy Onassis vibrationally seemed every bit the king soul.  Alas, that may well have been her well-fortified social persona and false personality then experienced.  Of course, it was at Harkness House where Rebekah Harkness’ cremains perpetually rotated in a golden urn designed by master surrealist himself, Salvador Dali.  

Since these dreams were shared, I have elected to have channelled the overleaves of the following persons: Salvador Dali and Maria Callas.  Too, I am adding here, Frederick Hinneault’s overleaves, though, they have been previously shared in this blog.  Frederick was a the most glorious Cree feather dancer who introduced me to the world of powwows in June 1994.  I met Frederick after having had the most lucidly awakened flying dream to a past-life whereat I witnessed a young shaman coming of age during initiation ceremonies.  Well, you can just bet that after so high a spiritual dream experience, I chose to do no such thing as time-waste in the presence of dense-energied, somnambulant and decidedly spiritually unsophisticated coworkers.  So off I went to Club Vancouver bathhouse on West Pender Street where there I met the genuine article, Frederick.  After having made a sweat lodge of his tiny room, we spent the rest of the summer holding hands and travelling about B.C. Alberta and Washington.  Firstly, though, he took me to a lookout point high above the Cypress Bowl lookout where in a bath of cloud-untrammelled sunlight, we laid naked side by side in the long grass, holding hands and he got out his whistle that called a majestic eagle; this was one of the most magical experiences of this incarnation.  

Frederick, at the time, was full blown with AIDS.  What was most revolutionary was being in the company of two-spirits.  This was the first time being in the company of Gays who were not possessed of racially predatory animus.  That first weekend, just past 1994’s summer solstice was my true arrival and connection with Canada and what she represents.  I finally felt no longer as an outsider.  I will always have the greatest respect for all First Nations peoples from Baffin Island to Patagonia.  

These were truly operatic dreams, drink anew of my chalice and may you, satiated and inspired, slip into lucidly awakened dreamquests of your own.  You’ve a wealth of knowledge and beauty which passively lie awaiting your inner focus deep within the aqueous folds of self.  

Sweet dreams you… ever, we will be kindred spirits – you and me – sharing this magical quest of self-discovery, self-actualisation and self-empowerment.  I am honoured by your continued support and for that, I love you more!  (August 2016)

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These next dreams occurred two days apart and dealt with the same individual.  I have recently written of her and shared a dream of her, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.  At the time of these dreams, which are currently being chronologically transcribed, Mrs. Kennedy Onassis was a recent astral plane habituée. 

As such, these dreams – and the last in particular – vicariously gave insights to her deathscape on becoming an arrivée astral plane habituée.  I dream it, I share it and pass no judgment on either self or the subject(s) of any dream ever had. 

As with all astral plane-focussed dreams, these were rather intense experiences.  Especially so was the fourth and final dream of the second day of dreams shared herein. 

The first dream was the only dream that day and it sets the mood for the nature of the second dream to come of Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis.  That dream occurred two days later and was more thorough and insightful.  At the time of the first dream, it was Saturday, July 9, 1994 and the Moon then transited both Cancer and my second house. 

Two days later, Monday, July 11, 1994, there were four dreams and as on the July 9, 1994, the fourth and final dream that day focussed on the deathscape for the arrivée astral plane habituée, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.  As is her wont, Luna had beguilingly slipped from Cancer to Leo and correspondingly from my second to third houses. 

The final was an intensely volatile dream that was all about emotionality and karmic dross.  Having passed near two months earlier, though I was not much-focussed on her life in the waking state, it is not surprising that one would vicariously tune in to the deathscape goings-on of one the century’s most iconic figures, Jacqueline Kennedy-Onassis. 

Sweet dreams as ever.  Rather than the standard one photograph per dream entry to this blog, the break between both days’ dreams will be a second photograph. 

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I was, in this the first dream, in a park like New York City’s Central Park with Pandora da Braga on my right.  From across the vast plain came a large steed from a low, heavy mist atop a knoll.

Here the light was rather diffused and potent.  The horse was a possessed powerful creature.  Rapt in focussed canter, it barrelled across the green grass towards us.

Atop it rode a large-boned woman who was a fierce warrior-spirited individual.  She turned out, no less, to have been Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.

She rode in traditional riding gear: black cap, white riding breeches and black riding boots, all of which was topped off by a red riding jacket.  Her gloves were short and made of thick black leather.

This woman was arrestingly powerful.

Pandora and I were stunned into silence.  All the shrubs wore various-sized beautiful white blooms that simply zinged with life.

All was ordered and serene here and it clearly was a reflection of this woman’s afterlife passage – the deathscape.  The Earth simply quaked beneath the power and grandeur of both she and the steed.

I mentioned to Pandora, after she had ridden past, that I had seen her, back in the early 1980s, on two occasions in the Manhattan.  She was, to be sure, a very robust, dominance-goaled kind of person.

Hers was a very powerful warrior-energied complex.

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Diva - Maria Callas

Whilst speaking with a man, in this the first dream, I assured him that I could never bed Aaron Wookay because of his pheromones – body odour.

I do believe that it was, in fact, Aaron Wookay with whom I had been speaking at the time and made the slip of saying what I had.  There was certainly a glaringly pregnant pause at the end of it all.

As we spoke, in the middle of the late-afternoon street, a very tall warrior-spirited Karl Weller walked past with a guy on his left.  He was dressed all in black clothes and as I sped up after him, I said aloud to my companion,

“Now there is a man that I could bed…”

I intimated that I had already had an encounter with him in the waking state.  This was in fact true.  I then got him into a black limousine and together we headed for my place.

En route there, at nighttime, we stopped outside a Dairy Queen.  The store was tiny and right at the corner of one of the city’s intersections.  Getting out, on the left side of the car, I went inside where I ordered large slices of a white cheesecake with soft ice cream.

When I returned to the limousine, he was immediately in bed lying on his back on some blankets.  He took a bite of the food and, at that point, I began groaning.

His entire body then lapsed into an adrenalin quake as he had his first all-out experience.  He was full of nerves and caution.  Wanting to leave, Karl Weller then hurriedly got up; I was quite disappointed.

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In this the second dream, Isha da Braga insisted that I deposit some cash – 10$ or 12$ – into her account because I had owed her as much.  I was really pissed off because I knew that I had already paid her whatever monies that I had owed her.

En route to the bank, I stopped off at her condo to which I had a pair of keys.  Slowly, I stirred the pot of stew that she had started before heading to work.  The stew simmered on a low fire.

Soon, I encountered Pandora da Braga who also needed cash.  I then became an issue of how to move around cash, via cheques, from one or more of my little-funded accounts to get to float until the next payday.

With that, I headed off to the bank to begin my unscrupulous activity.

*This is something that I have never attempted and would never think to attempt in the waking state.  Why?

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Soon, in this the third dream, I got sidetracked.  I went off and had a hot encounter with a guy whom I now think was Frederick Hinneault.  We were, in an old building, writhing away on a table.

Splayed and utterly contorted, we were going at each other like there was no tomorrow.  Too, it was also hard to tell just who was fucking whom.

A tall Black security guard, whilst on duty, happened on us.  Pretty soon, he interrupted us and joined in when he oughtn’t to have done so.  He took off his thick, brown leather belt and began beating me with it.

I was truly incensed and let him know that I could damn well file suit against him for having struck me.  After all, it was not a part of his duties to have done so.

He was surprised at my response.  Seemingly, he was a novice in his crisp, brand new khaki uniform and hat.  He was rather handsome a fellow.  Nonetheless, I was still upset with him.

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I would, whilst focussed in this the fourth dream, have an encounter with Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.  At the time, I was going along a corridor in a palatial residence.  Seemingly, this was an eighteenth century château.

Whilst she was dressed in clothing that was late 1950s-60s, A-line conservative and nothing flashy, I walked after Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis.  There were several other persons about.  Impatient, she was not at all in a very good mood.

Rushing back, I went to the off-white blue hallways to the other wing.  We were two to three storeys aboveground.  There, I saw a dark-haired, strong-featured woman and intuitively knew her to be Maria Callas.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and Maria Callas were in the midst of a nasty feud.  Conversely, it turned out that to get her attention I would have to quickly act.

Pulling out a shotgun, I shot into the ceiling in order to wrestle her attention.  The gunfire stunned Maria Callas; at that point, I then bolted and went back to be with Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.

Coming to her aid, I held Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis by the forearms as she was slumped in a chair.  She had been truly traumatised by the gunshot going off so close to her.

In light of what she had endured on November 22, 1963, in Dallas, Texas, her reaction was not surprising.  This soon served as a glimpse into who had really killed whom.

From what I learnt here, it turned out that not only did Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis get rid of Christina Onassis and Marilyn Monroe, she also used occult means to get rid of Maria Callas by way of literally bewitching Aristotle Onassis.

I was being told this by a voice which I heard speaking to me.  Interestingly enough, the voice sounded like a gruffer version of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis’s famous breathy register.

This insight was all being telepathically shared with me.  However, this house was definitely on the astral plane in which Maria Callas was confronting Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.  As it were, both astral plane habitués were prosecuting their relations in their respective immediate past lives.

There was no getting around the fact that Maria Callas had the upper hand here.  There was a sense that, try as she might, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis simply could not get out of this confrontational drama; it was, as it were, fated based on who owed whom karma.

Maria Callas was truly operatic.  Not the kind of person that one would want to have as a foe was she.  For having predeceased Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis as well as Aristotle Onassis, there seemingly was much that she knew of what really happened whilst she was alive.

This woman, Maria Callas, was truly operatic.  Her rage was such that she seemed to create an emotional tornado.  Even when she spoke, her voice operatically boomed.

This was drama that was supra-Wagnerian.  The palatial, soothing blue-interiored dwelling’s walls violently quaked as Maria Callas fumed and berated Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis from her wing of the château.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis looked extremely spent, haggard and aged; she had been completely vanquished by Maria Callas’ rage.  If these karmic debts had really been incurred by Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, it then stands to reason that on reflecting on her just-concluded life, there would be some degree of remorse and inner pain as part of her deathscape on becoming an arrivée astral plane habituée.

Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis was deeply troubled here.  Though she was every bit the lady in her own right, for having been wronged, there was a great impactful power that Maria Callas exhibited for having been wronged.

The whole affair had karmically left her completely in a funk.  All of these done-in women were strong-willed individuals who had, in some way, posed a threat to her sense of self.

Not only did she not suffer fools gladly but from the evidence here, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis did not suffer threats to her power in any way.  Once so threatened, her only response was shrewd and calculating.

They were simply removed from the environment – struck down.  For Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, with a Scorpio rising, it was all too possible that this sort of tactic would have been deemed a viable and appropriate response to such a threat.

Here in the dreamtime, for being alone with her, I came to understand what would have motivated her to have taken such actions.  This was the only way to stake her claim on history and not just near history but millennial history.

At all costs, a statuesque stalwart of power and regal dignity, she had to survive to the end.  To have been respectively displaced or denied by Marilyn Monroe or Maria Callas would have eclipsed her and made her but a footnote in history.

This is how she saw it.  Christina Onassis did nothing but try to have her displaced and dishonoured by way of a divorce; this, too, could not be suffered.  She won.  In all things, she won.

As that dream on July 9, 1994 attested, she was the born warrior-spirited leader who was never felled in battle.  Victorious to the end was ever her approach.

Indeed, coming through the mist of time, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis will transcend Time for several millennial as one of the most pre-eminent leaders of the 20th century and not merely just an iconic woman.

Into the future and legend she will forever ride a valiant steed, though a dark one, a figure of power, strength and dignity.  Indeed, a bloody-talonned warrior this one.

Leaving her, I went running back through the halls saying that I had to get to the ministerial offices.  I wanted to get there at once, in order that the records may historically be set straight.

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Photo credits: Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis fox hunting in Virginia.

Opera diva, Maria Callas.

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Siren Song.

Siren Song 48 x 68 oil metal leaf panel 2013 Steven DaLuzOil, Metal leaf on Panel

48 x 68 Inches

© 2013 Steven DaLuz

Glorious!

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Serenity.

Serenity 48x48 2014 Acrylic on Panel Russell Collection

Acrylic on Panel

48 x 48 Inches

© 2014 Cody Hooper.

Provenance:  Russell Collection, Austin, Texas.  (Commission)

Sublime.

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