Disclaimer: The following is an ad hominem attack on Tal Bachman. If you are Mr. Bachman, or one of his small number of ever dwindling fans, I suggest that you not read this post. I will try to be objective, but be forewarned; I do not have a lot of good things to say about this pretentious, washed-up has-been.
I don’t like Tal Bachman. I’ve read a lot of his posts, and if they are any reflection of who he really is, he must really be one pathetic son of a bitch. Am writing this because he left Mormondom? No, I can’t really say that I’m sad to see him go. Some of the nicest, coolest, warm-hearted, generous individuals I know have left the Mormon church and I have yet to launch a single ad hominem attack on them. In fact, we continue to be good friends regardless of varying religious choices. Membership in an organization is no arbiter when it comes to friendship. With that in mind, let me turn my attention to Mr. Bachman. His singular claim to fame is that he wrote and sang a hit song, “She’s So High.” As a one-hit wonder, he’s in the same category as the illustrious Right Said Fred, Vanilla Ice and Lou Bega (of Mambo No. 5 fame). I’m surprised he hasn’t starred on the Surreal Life yet. Maybe he’s holding out for a spot on Dancing with the ‘Stars’. Marie Osmond made it, why not him?
He has written a voluminous amount of material regarding his thoughts on Mormonism. I’m not sure if he intends to sound like a pretentious, holier-than-thou, pseudo-intellectual, but everything he writes is pretentious, holier-than-thou or pseudo-intellectual. Take a blog post he published a few months ago in May. He criticizes the Mormon conception of heaven and hell, but he makes himself sound like a self-satisfied jerk in the following quote (which can be found here)
“I think heaven isn't a place we go to after we die; I think it is a place we can live in everyday, if we are determined to, and perhaps, if we have a bit of luck. I think it is something we create and find here on earth...and right now. Heaven can be right now...
“I feel sad sometimes when I think of how long I lived always thinking of heaven as another place, and another time. I was too often blind to all the beauty right before me, because I was too often straining so hard to see something far, far off in the distance - which, it turns out, there is no reason to believe is even there, at least in the way I thought.
“I submit that true heaven isn't crazy stories, or distant stars, or strange names and strange clothes and strange spouses. I think it is something that we all have, within us, the power to create and experience, at least to some extent, right here and right now...”
Yeah, whatever, buddy. And with three paragraphs, he assigns those who don’t share his easy rockstar lifestyle to a hell worse than any that God proposed. What happens to those sorry souls, who, for whatever reason, don’t have ‘a bit of luck’? What happens to them? Mr. Bachman would consign them to misery and woe because they are not determined enough, I guess. Or chastise them for hoping for some kind of better existence in the next life? And what is the basis for Mr. Bachman’s faith in humankind? He claims there is no reason to believe in heaven. I agree, at least as far as objective evidence is concerned. But what evidence does he have the mankind can make a heaven here on earth? His own Shangri-La lifestyle, where his biggest complaints are that nobody in the record industry wants to hear his music? He wants to argue both sides of the fence. He has to have a reason for the distant heaven, but offers no reasons for the heaven ‘within’.
Other posts focus on his inability to talk to females in the past because of his worry about temptation. Obviously this is the Mormon church’s fault. The most common complaint I hear about this church is that it stultifies relationships between members of the opposite sex who happen to be married to other people. It would be completely illogical to assume that Mr. Bachman stultifies himself. Maybe someone should tell him that just because he feels ‘tempted’, it is highly unlikely that the person he is talking to feels the same way. When I talk to women at work or at school, I usually don’t get the impression that they are chomping at the bit to go to bed with me, regardless of how naturally charming I am. It must be a rockstar complex to think like that. Maybe Mr. Bachman should evaluate how he internalized the teachings of the Mormon church, rather than make unwarranted generalizations about the impact those teachings have on the general membership.
I think most of my invection comes from the colossal waste of time it was to read what he had written and the colossal waste of time writing this post represents. I don’t usually like (or write) ad hominem attacks, but when someone practically begs for it, can I be anything but obliging?
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«Oldest ‹Older 201 – 400 of 4794 Newer› Newest»Oh yeah - thanks for the new and hotter rugby players on my page and the horses with the hot rugby players too but I will miss the little kid in the suit, can you put him back?
Maybe the monkeys and the curious got the instruction confused again
The two brothers playing guitar together was touching as well but then again I am a bit crazy in that good fun sort of way -
On second thought, the little kid is creepy so you can delete him again but I'll keep the rugby players as they prove it is a sport
no explanation needed and actually yes, I am godlike in my mindset and ways by virtue of image and likeness duh, high standards and ethics
& hope for the human race is the only beneficial med.
night, good luck & bye.
Coming out of a 2-3 month heat cycle. Head aches not so bad, only for moments and hours now. But touching weird hair can cause pain. Hands and joints hurt more than head right now. Send Armand home to me, I haven't seen him in....maybe a yr? Miss him.
Sorry about the whole piss off thing tal. Just trying to blend. But don't joke about the monkeys, they are never confused. You want to joke about something laugh at the clowns. Those freaks are next.
Take two aspirin, don't ever touch weird hair, and don't try to blend. You're not very good at it.
Sappho has works in 2 crypts, in different languages. I believe she names names in them. Future names. She was NOT lesbian :) and topless Queen was for storytelling purposes only. Never even walked around the house like that, much less in public. Sappho prepared library for destruction, she had stuff squirreled away. She didn't know why she saved stuff, she just did. Sword can be found too.
Don't fear me because I'm pretty, fear me because you don't know who you are playing with.
Love to Ritchie, Beth, Belle and Yogi. And my love to you too Tal. I know there are others but they haven't come forward yet. Soon tho.
creepy as creepy can possibly get, wow - super happy THAT bullet was dodged.
And yes, you are right, I do love Stevie - always have and always will. Sorry, but he's stand up.
Maybe you should thank him since most of your Ian Starglow dialogue you got from him, you are friends right?
Someone once asked who Brown was to us. He is Photo 16 with a broken nose. 16 is C's father. The wreath is a sign that he is an actor. He and Homer were friends then.
I still have no comment on photo 55 there is so much going on in that face. At quick glance he looks like young A, but with floppy ears. But the ears are Os. He lived with us at the corners for a 1 1/2 yr for 2 1/2 years total. Was only know by Joanne at that time. He is a follower of Krishna now. Said he only feels good when he sits and chants all day. Left job, wife divorced him, and planned to declare bankruptcy. Not worried about him, just his friends. I know he doesn't have any and having no $$$$ can't buy any for now. People are repulsed by him.
Photo 23 hated that C couldn't give proof of who killed J. She said it would be proven, she said this to everyone, O included, at the time of the will reading. Photo 23 worked as the senate records keeper and would have recorded O then, but there was no proof, so I only gave A the name. O dismissed the claims until he heard C&A were collecting stuff. Today O is a very smart, overly opinionated, socially retarded dumb ass. it's the best description I can give. There is no contact with O, there hasn't been for some years and none planned for the future.
O captured the priestesses because they knew the location for C&A. They killed themselves before he arrived.
On to happier topics...
Last word on O: he hires friends to kill. Then he hires new friends to kill the old friends. He never explains why he wants his old friends dead. So no one knows, and no one talks. Used this on Joanne's location and somehow on Helen.
All the monkeys know this. The clowns don't really care, they have other issues with O. Audrey commands both!
C's dad was a theater major at the university. A Fred Astaire type, loved to dance, I loved his dancing and singing better than his script writing and acting. Funny now that he is known for writing.
The sword is also at a university. :)
Oh well, I'm off to do something else fun. But not cookies, too many and they go straight to my ass.
Sword has fingerprints as proof of who it belonged to. You know this Tal. Don't you remember Baby? You were the one who hid it. No one was allowed to touch it but Joanne.
When Joanne died, everything she touched was condemmed too because she didn't burn. All tossed in the pit then covered. One of the things she touched was the bishop staff. It was big and beautiful and after her fate was told to her the bishop walked past her and she grabbed and held the bottom part of the staff. Boy was he pissed when he had to give up his staff! So her fingerprints are on the bottom and his are at the top and she has it all with her. More trial transcripts there too. A sympathetic scribe. It's all ok guys, I have everything covered. You just relax :) and have a good weekend ok?
Yogi, I just saw a joke on fb: Chuck Norris has a Grizzly Bear rug in his room. It's not dead it's just afraid to move!!!! Love it and I thought of you right away.
More great news: I have a friend who wants to talk to you guys. His name was Bob Cunningham and D and I used to work with him. He was with Joanne and he was the one she promised his wife to keep safe and return him in one piece. He had diabetes and left us 3-5 yrs ago.
Sorry about D and his surprise visit. I had no idea that was going to happen, but I heard it went well...
Anyway Bob and I were very close but he was close to a lot of other people. Me, not so much. I will try to listen in because I have no idea what he wants to tell you. Funny, I used to think of Bob suddenly and knew he was just saying hi to me. I knew he would somehow be in touch, just not a part of this! A happy surprise for me, I hope.
I'm also told you know stuff that I don't, well maybe I'll be able to catch up.
I know Bob from Joanne, but I haven't look at any other time, so he could have info of a bunch of stuff. If you want to see a close image, he most looked like Ernest Hemingway, an the older man. He was someone who knew stuff about any topic. He even told D want to look for in buying his tractor.
I get the feeling MM or maybe MF also knew him, but that's all. I only feel this because he used to call me Lady B..a at work. Anyway D and I both love him so enjoy your time together. Hope it's good news he brings. Maybe you can tell me what it is at the after party we usually have ok?
Bob never believed in any afterlife. He believed that any type of near death experience was a shut down service your brain performed. More reason for my surprise at him getting in touch with us.
So goodnight everyone. Sleep well.
L.
Oh my, my I must get a snapshot of this -
Twist popping, stalking enoch'es.
Thank goodness for tiny cameras \;
Using 'monkeys' as you worded it, for the purpose of deniability, only works if not one single link can be found between the denier and the monkeys.
Someone else here mentioned maybe your a case for the cops, I'm starting to think you are;
look at the last 10 entries aside from my own - a worshipper that will do ANYTHING for you; some crazy old cryptic mormon speak going on with someone from the Utah backcountry
OMG poor Randy.
Don't ever think I'd go it alone against a Bachman, your brand is known, but I'm a Celt and your a mess so don't bother.
I cant go it alone. There is always a monkey in my way wanting to help. Hey did this post ping your email and wake you?
Sarcastic and off handed remarks will never count as intuition or psychic ability, but there is a note tucked in the box that keeps the sword.
No gloating or you are so getting a monkey today.
Remember to ask Bob to send Armand, I need to make sure he is alright.
As always,
L.
No need to go any further.
It's obvious why Tal is hated by so many people, for a moment it seemed unfair but all that's been produced is a cast of 1000 creeps and an accepted philosophy of darwinism and belief in slavery - that's who you are, so now we all know.
Evidence certainly slanted that way but hope made us wish it was not true.
You are one person I would not want to find myself alone with.
Proof positive. This research is complete.
Result - an understanding on how a talented young man could fall so far.
I finally get it and nothing outside the internal world can or will help you now.
Gotcha, you need time to catch up ;) so I will give that to you. I'm a little out of info anyway.
I'll hang around, but GodSpeed to you, family and friends.
A Kiss.
L.
Do we know each other?
You seem to think so.
Right! No after party.
quick study to catch up and be fair
stories all over e-mail
sword - Excalibur?
not psychic, mentalist, but
isn't there a better way?
Fine, just write the stories then.
You've hurt enough people to get here, including me, but they are quite good.
What do you want?
What is it that you need?
I already know about the blue house and I didn't say I wanted to marry him.
You know how I feel about tattoos.
Kill this blog & return to the ancient ways with the addition of Buddhism, write, continue, good.
Kill the blog? It was dead when I got here. But in case that's the plan, I had a great time. Thanks, and don't worry about the monkeys, they know their way home :(
I had a great time too and monkey's are okay. It's not possible for me to stay mad for long so no worries. Sorry I had to be so mean.
It's incredibly clever how you embedded those stories into those html address's. Really, impressive.
And thank you for the emotional rescue, rogue monkey's. I'm not mad, but didn't you kind of rescue me from you? Very oxymoronish, but it's ok. Still though, you will need to find a new way.
It may help you to know, you are right about many things, although help does not sound like what you want right now.
I like your stories, they're very good regardless of the packaging, although a bit dodgey to open.
Surreal, for real, no trust, how now all comes to mind since my mind has been blown. BUT, I am ok with that. Nice work.
YOUR mind has been blown!?!? You're enlightened now? Hahaha, at best you have moments of enlightenment. I mean let's face it, you certainly don't walk around all day like that.
As far as the first wife over Ex goes, it sounds better to the kids too. One of those unconscious realizings. Sorry this was Ari's suggestion. D's first wife wasn't bad when he married her. She crashed and burned, burning everyone/thing with her. Even thought it was funny. Kids paid hard. O and O's sister. They had a very hard start.
Wow Anon! You are so wise, I love your teachings! Tell me more jokes.
Bears are funnier! Bye Baby, keep talking but I'll be back later.
Mind blown, yes, a rare event though.
Enlightenment and wisdom usually arise from the rabbit holes I tend to venture down - there are only two choices in this; enlightenment or madness.
So far, madness has been evaded just because I can't make a living if I am mad and work is my Baby.
Jokes I'm terrible at, I never get them and usually laugh 10 minutes later.
Also, don't mock me or I won't play with you - I fucking hate that.
They were a group of coverts from a long standing clan of coverts.
They were the only race left that could handle these missions.
They hated being here and always having to help but had long ago taken an oath.
As usual, the mission was dirty but manageable until one of theirs was murdered. The skies turned black and the perps blood vessels burst when they saw who they had done.
An army came down from upper earth and took over. Everyone saw them but later they could only claim it as shock.
They were all moved from murderers to believers, especially when they were all brought to trial, instigated by the one they murdered but who was clearly, still very much alive.
The plan is to just
Keep It Simple Stupid
such a great band.
Fish mate for life, no monkeys in their tanks either.
All jokes aside, you don't think I'm sharing too much do you?
Salmon.
& no,
I'm stunned.
Anyhow you really haven't shared very much since nobody knows nothing about it.
Do you intend on doing anything about it or are you going to just keep writing?
:)
Did you have lunch yet?
You know that idea would terrify me.
At least, right now it would since I'd need to get groceries and it's snowing out.
You want some company with the shopping?
When this started, when it became heavy and disabling, promises were made to me. When those promises are fulfilled, I will act. But not one moment before, because if those promises aren't kept, then I was lied to. Can't trust, won't move. Simple.
You're out of peanut butter.
And Bewitched was my favorite. My favorite was The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. It didn't run very long.
Liked Petticoat Junction too, but that's not the answer you need.
NOT Bewitched. Jeez.
Yeah but I thought you would come through my bedroom window, silent in the night.
and don't call me a witch!
I respect you.
I never lied to you either, not once except when human laws came into play and collided with spiritual law, then I had to.
Oh and those promises weren't even about you. They were different :)
Sorry Baby.
You hate me don't you.
I never was really sure which one it was, they both looked so similiar all the time
Yeah I know - I was thinking;
what promises?
you see, this is my dilemna.
you do realize this is hard right?
Did you know the tv show was adapted for a novel by R. A. Dick? I had no idea it was a book. It's on amazon. My birthday is in a week, you need to get me a present.
Consider it.
Just tell me a few more stories for now - this other reality can't be dealt with right now, it is totally unexpected and unplanned even
though I knew it was likely meant
to be.
I could tell that only by how I felt when I needed to leave.
R.A. Dick
& no, you probably already have in your collection so I can't give you that.
More stories....Nope.
You want to hear another bear joke?
Fine, would you like to come shopping then?
Ok. I save the joke for later. I'm ready to leave when you are.
I'll be an hour
Are you going to find me?
Yes, I'll be the one in your way. If stuff gets knocked over, you're the point man, the one people see.
ok, I can do that.
but remember now, I cannot be seen as a disturber of the peace,
but you can.
yeah i'm pretty sure you would love to see me derailed
and be the one to do it.
so we better not
Test
Short Story Time: The banner and sword are together. Then the capture. That's why Joanne was there. O saw them, even spoke to Jean and others. Ordered it, he had friends. The End.
Bear Joke:
The devout cowboy lost his favorite Bible while he was mending fences out on the range. Three weeks later, a bear walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth. The cowboy couldn't believe his eyes. He took the precious book out of the bear's mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, "It's a miracle!" "Not really," said the bear. "Your name is written inside the cover."
No, stop, stop all of it.
At least if it ever has to do with me. My criteria is clear. Yours is too exhausting and complicated and deliberately confused and confusing, that deniability thing again. OK, so you know everything and it is utter meaninglessness.
Start again or just stop and forget all about it, I can do that for you at least.
Know any fish jokes?
How about monkey jokes?
seahorses, clownfish, french angelfish all mate for life - get it, clownfish.
Sorry to upset you...Maybe I should go to bed? D gets up at 3:30 a.m. And I've got to help a knitting friend with her socks tomorrow. I will say more as I get it ok? So I will be back a couple more times tonight :)
To cheer you: I'm working on a poem: Remember Me.
I thought each line from the poem could be engraved in different stones/monuments and gifted to the different countries or places from the story. It starts with Joanne's location and the poem ends with at mine.
L.
Maybe by your birthday next week I won't be upset anymore, not sure.
Is this important to you?
night.
Is what important?
Small Confession Time: my bday isn't next week. You know the day you just don't know the year.
Short Story Time: Joanne, C, MM, and all others died on the same day. My birthday. It is symbolic.
your b'day is symbolic, names are symbolic
yes yes I know all about that too
why else would I have brought it up
tests, tests, no more of those
I know what you know
and time knows everything
it's like a star stream.
Death can be discussed off line sometime and you're younger than me.
Maybe crystal clarity will come in dreams, or listen to the wind, watch the natural world, it tells the truth.
Your friends are at peace and messages come in three's. Your day is not cursed unless you think it is.
But there certainly has been a message of life where your concerned, a voice that says to take the time because it's what upper earth wants, he's worthy of this interception, divinity had to collide as it were.
I don't always know the entire plan, no one does.
This shouldn't concern you though,
it's not meant too.
Maybe the message is more about energy around you, moreso than others, who guard you.
You have more at stake.
Your good though, this effort
alone is a purely stunning thing.
Consider this & sweet dreams.
And I won't speak in riddle and nor will I speak in rhyme and won't be back to this blog, it's unnatural and somewhat familiar. Test if you wish.
It's clueless to open e-mail from strangers but the above all still stands. This ends. The End. Ok. Good.
Tal is a strange person. I used to respect him so much, but then I really got the feeling that he is completely narsisistic but with no clue. He needs to own a woman. She must be controlled. He is all about pumping out babies hence wanting a woman ten years younger. He wants to start a new family that worships him. His girlfriend is under his spell. And the illusion that is Ian Starglow.
The 2 photos. The older photo was taken by Bob Cunningham. I told him to lose the mustache before we were married. (With mustache Brenda's husband, without mustache mine). The other photo is with D's mom, she smoked since age 18 and suffered from MS and died about a yr after that photo. She is MMs Martha and C's Bernice. Martha was bossy, loved her, but....wasn't sorry to leave her, she was married and we traveled some before we settled in France. Not blood relative for C, but for J. J arrested her WORK, he told her it was time to retire, took her home. MF had 6 girls before Ritchie. She was mother to MFs youngest daughter. She and I did not agree on O since Isis. I don't hate, I'm just tired of her stubborn repeats. She hear from me since death, told her no more lifetimes. She will bump into me in the future, but that's all. Her smoking will continue or move to something stronger.
My mother is Jo's father. She and I are estranged. My younger brother too, but not from anger. She needs his help and it's easier for the 3 of us to be this way. Jim works for Park Police in DC. Maybe retired by now. He worked with K9s, and was very sick. Lost the vision in one eye, turned in gun and badge, continued to work in records dept. I loved his dogs, had a patrol K9 and a bomb dog, very proud of him. Has a son and daughter, they are mid teens by now.
My older brother died when he was almost 17. I was almost 15 and I first met Ari in a dream. He told me that someone was going to die, 2 months later it happened, this tarted my belief in reincarnation. Never researched it, just believed it.
D's mom was dying, mine causing problems, Jim was sick and could have died, D's mom had a trouble making sister "helping" (pushing D and his Brother around), and I'm off standing in a mirage. All this happening at the same time. Left my old life at that time, never went back. Never want to, feels too good now.
Sword, banner, Jo's ring (which I want back, won't get, but promised another), Jo's armor and also la Hires, and other records. The difference in the sizes of the 2 armors was the joke you are thinking of Tal.
D's mom was a nurse in this life and for Jo in prison. Begged her to pass a message, start a rumor, anything...wouldn't hear of it. Had a daughter and her husband not clergy, but he supported O with money, donations. Jo asked about her daughter being treated like this, raped. Wouldn't she want someone to help her? She looked Jo in the eye and told her "my daughter would never put herself in that situation", felt Jo was only to blame herself. But of course she had great pity for Jo! Testified willingly "to help" Jo now that her husband and O were both gone.
Jo wanted out of war ASAP because Jean asked her to marry him. Jean wasn't French, who was the queen who is loosely linked to Jo? He was her son and they were related to Charles. She sent Jean to help Charles. When Jo met Jean, she told him he was the Kings cousin, and gave him his cover id. But said he "is also a real prince" and curtsied (won't happen this life, so don't bother asking) he knew his cover was blown. Ritchie, Brig also there, left with Jean for France.
Last message, not showing up for some reason. Can't retype it because I have to go now.
Will be back later. Have a good day.
Love,
L.
She didn't want to take the job.
By then, she knew it would not be worth the effort.
'Saving people is your job' she was told over and over. He's set, he doesn't need saving she continued to reply. He's not set and it's not about him she was told and the tone meant the conversation was over.
She went ahead with the plan, the same plan they always used only the unexpected occurred.
The actual possibility she would fail was clear. She worked so hard, spent so much time. Soft tones, hard tones, angelic speak. The forces around this energy field were powerful. They want him badly and he obliged. How can anyone penetrate that. If only he knew she thought.
Again, different strategy and it just got worse. The harassment bordered on dangerous and she was unhappy. He was a tormented soul that could not see what was real, in fact, refused to see what was real. For the first time in her job as a human angel, she felt hopeless for this soul, she had to let it go the way of the wind and hope for the best. It was the father she felt the worst for.
La Hire only worked with Jo to stay out of prison. Jo hand picked her team. King agreed. La hire thought she saved him because she had a crush on him! he was a war hero and had a big fan club. Kept calling her 'the child', Jo protested and said "I'm not a child. I'm a young Lady." So the maid should be updated to Joanne the Young Lady. She used it at first to mock La Hire who insisted that no one was afraid of her. Told him "they don't need to fear me, they just need to believe me."
La Hire returned to the king. The kings sister was pregnant la Hire was to marry her or go to jail. He was arrested on the spot. Armand never regretted his decision.
After Jo went missing la Hire was released to help in the search. He became sick shortly after she died. She spoke to him during his fever, and he mumbled a lot. Jean then believed Jo was gone, he already knew, but this helped confirm it.
The 2nd trial was granted because O died suddenly and his papers were found.
A Yogi Bear Joke:
As an airplane is about to crash, a female passenger jumps up frantically and announces, "If I'm going to die, I want to die feeling like a woman." She removes all her clothing and asks, "Is there someone on this plane who is man enough to make me feel like a woman?" A man stands up, removes his shirt and says, "Here, iron this!"
Goodnight, sleep well.
It wasn't like they were her only assignment and all she was required to do was move them into action.
Just a month before she had been so successful at creating action that was considered unprecedented so why was this so hard.
It's true the planet had changed alot since her last stay but she was well equipped.
She didn't even know English when she landed but picked it up in a matter of minutes.
It was the energy that overwhelmed.
It seemed to her that every mind she read complained. Not enough money, love, respect.
It was unbearable at times and it was at those times they came to her in her dreams.
She had always preferred men and fathers since her original father was so noble and kind. She never knew her mother from those days and didn't see a need to.
She loved going into battle with her father and knowledge was her addiction and secret weapon and still was in this role.
"It seemed to her that every mind she read complained."
Ain't that just the god damnedest truth!
She enjoyed the rednecks, they made her laugh and deep down they were the sensitive ones.
The planet had names for everything and a belief color of skin mattered.
If they knew the color of skin had to do with the weather and nothing else it would re-write history.
Some things, they could not know.
It was obvious the planet was run by commerce now and a type of fear level she could not identify until she did.
Crime and disease was big business and while she had suffered no illness in her time here the greatest sadness was that these afflictions were all caused by broken hearts and souls.
It was then she understood the fear.
Sweet mother of mercy! How the hell do I get notifications for this horror show turned off. Week after week of this rabid pubescent type behavior filling my inbox is driving me insane.
Get medicated. Get therapy. Get offline and go outside. For the love of common sense do something with your obviously incredibly dull lives than argue over a one hit wonder who in the end really doesn't give a shit what any of you think.
And finally - BLOG OWNER - take me off the auto notify because holy shit the stupid here is making me dizzy.
Th women were also a shock.
Rabid and mean. They spoke out about things, indignant over things that they could have requested a long time ago but must have sat brewing and waiting for the moment they could unleash. Their anger usually had nothing to do with the situation but they liked how powerful they sounded. Years, centuries even of forgetting who they were turned them into garbage mouths and vixens.
The sale of souls was most often, female.
Their understanding of death also perplexed.
They didn't even discuss it in schools or at socials.
It was hard to understand this when death was the motivator behind most everything on the planet.
Laws, family, friends, jobs, opera, movies, all centered around this theme directly and indirectly.
All behaviour was motivated by either the fear of death or having a death wish.
Knowing the truth about death while being embedded here was the only time she had to pretend and go along with fake sympathy.
Of course she knew it was all unnecessary and the spirit was now flowing in a happiness indescribable to humans.
This truth would not be accepted anyhow as she saw how convinced they were that only the righteous would experience this happiness.
This was not true but she knew it was imperative that she kept this to herself.
Kinki Planet,
Please don't say words like 'shit' online. So many people, like vegetarians and of course the vegans, might be offended.
Thank you.
The Endowment for International Peace.
I don't think the pubescents care much for that language either. :(
It would have been better if she had used fuck, which is what she was thinking.
For more on 'My Mother is an Alien Goddess' watch for the release party, before party, and after party soon to be announced.
About the party, still not sure I want to know you people.
Likewise darlin.
Failure was never an option.
How is that sandwich?
No sandwich here.
D was de Metz.
And it wouldn't be fair to go all this way and not thank you.
I was so happy to see my father again you have no idea.
And at a time when it was all too big, it was all too much.
It made me like men again and we laughed.
He helped me see we are never apart, he & I.
The husband from back then had mellowed and was now very protective of me in this role.
He came for the night visits too, sometimes we left so I could rejuvenate.
So enjoy things and I will always be hoping for you, it's impossible not to.
He was....not real sure what his job was...made all the arrangements for army. A great organizer also involved in strategy. Today he loves that board game 'Risk', wins every time.
Met Jennifer shortly after I first met Ari. She is taking care of D. I trust her. I had more dreams after brother died with her than with Ari. She is a pretty Indian woman (from India), told me once that in that life she married a man who cheated on her a lot. They divorced, years later he became sick and she took care of him. She called it a life lesson.
I showed up a lot after brother died, terrified for him. Needed to make sure he was ok. We didn't get along well, and he played a role in my far distant past. Still the photo of the two of us together is a good feeling for me, it was before he died too.
I'm out of ideas right now, there just doesn't seem to be anything there...but I don't want to leave just yet.
Snowing here right now, very cold too. Too bad, no time for a fire today.
Ari's forcing me to hang up the phone. Sigh.
L.
I agree the need is different now.
I don't know how it's all been managed without her knowing anything.
I tell her everything which is why the book but this I did not.
She's so cheerful it won't matter.
No, I'll stay until I have to but maybe do the drawings again to distract me and the children do so love them.
Jo and B's parents are reversed to give them each a masculine then a feminine look at L. For future use for them I suppose....don't know what they will do with it.
I was bad enough by the time my father died, I never even cried. Took 3 mo. Only a couple of tears, but I miss him. Don't understand it at all.
Ari just reminded I've talked to my dad since he passed, I'm sure that helped. He told me once, that his dr. said it will be about 6 weeks before he would see the sun bend the earth. His dr was Armand.
His eyes were like mine, but had a low brow like yours.
My dad was talking to my mother when he died, VERY sudden. Never complained about any pain, nothing. It shocked us all. This was reassuring to me because after my brother, he swore off drs. A long illness would have been miserable for him. My brother was sick for a month.
Forgot to say:
My brother, dad, mother buried in Catholic cemetery. D's parents at a war cemetery. Jim, D and I not at either.
All started with Isis. Feels good...as in over.
Don't like the word closure. Over, an in it will never happen again. Even in the future.
I need to learn alot more about that.
I only focused on myself since it was such a story.
It explained everything and didn't derail.
Seemed so natural to know.
I love that piece anyhow and time can always be slowed down.
Explaining doesn't help anymore, I just go ahead and know.
His visit helped me with that.
Jim also with Jo. Pierre. He was younger than her and he was sent for to help Jo. His job was to sleep in her tent. So there were no rumors. Plus he loved being away from home.
Jo was fine with it, until one of the hookers tried to get her hands on him. Sent Jean into her tent to drag him out. Warned la Hire, his first warning.
Jo was on the ladder because someone told her P was in the building. When she was shot, la Hire gave Jean trouble for touching her, he didn't realize how bad it was. Jean pulled the arrow out. He said it had to come out while the wound was still numb. He gave Jo a second, pulled it out and she fainted. La Hire started on the touching, Jean said, "We have bigger problems." He shoved the arrow on La Hire and walked away. La Hire saw a lung on a stick, snapped it half in anger and told someone to burn it. Waved off the crowd shouting,"She's ok! She pulled the arrow out herself! She's ok!"
I'll be gone for a bit but won't sleep without that.
I'm always doing unheard of things so I must try.
I'll think of something to write later :)
You can't leave now! the story's just getting good!
It was.
There are other places you can go.
You may know the way.
I can't always be an untouchable, it causes problems for others or they forget they have to erase this or that and I have to explain which I won't do.
Ok, I'll miss you when you're gone. But you're right you should go....Be safe, take a monkey with you.
The reason the dirty hookers were there in the first place was to protect Jo. La Hires argument was: She knows what we are thinking. Keep your thoughts away from sex, use a hooker. Plus he argued the usual about unwanted advances (therefore the 'no touching Jo' rule), violence against Jo (rape), and no one except P was allowed within 100 ft of my tent.
Can you believe everyone thought these were good arguments?
I'm not gone for long and I don't go very far.
Poor monkeys would be bored to death.
Sex. So simple yet ,,,
Jo had 2 horses. Her parade hose was Dancer, a gelding. His size was needed for travel. More people were able to see Jo, and also forced to stay farther back. Warling was Jo's war horse. She was smaller and used for speed. Warling is also in the fire pit. She was captured w/ Jo.
After the arrow, and we all settled our differences over it, we moved on. People lined the streets to get a glimpse, or try to touch Jo for healing. As the crowds thinned leaving town, a woman darted out into the street and fell to her knees. Dancer reared and when Jo saw her next she had her hands clasped high above her head, crying.
Do we even know what we're doing.
Love horses, used to throw rope on their mouth and ride.
They knew we were only 7 and 8 so they let us.
Genius reincarnate.
I need a nap and a very hot shower.
I'll check back later though so don't leave.
She said God was needed at her home, and she wanted to take Jo there to help her sister who was dying. Jo walked into the front door of the house and saw a man sitting at a table and 3 boys standing in a line against a wall. He said his wife gave birth to a baby a couple days ago and the baby died shortly after birth. The priest wouldn't baptize the dead baby, and his wife wouldn't let him bury the child until it was.
Went to the bed and the desperate soul was clutching the bundle. She wouldn't let anyone touch the child for fear they would take it from her. She wasn't having any child of hers going to God crooked. Told Jean "Send for my priests" and asked to see the baby's face. She wanted Jo to heal the baby. When the 3 priests arrived, Jo was holding the baby and they were praying. The baby began to cough. Jo was asked to be God Mother. The priests baptized the infant, but mother and child died in the night.
La Hire ordered his men and all the animals to attend the funeral. It was his first real acceptance of God. La Hire fought with everyone, including God.
Wow! Anon! What nonsense! Just because you can throw out a little distorted, inane history (Sappho - the Greek poet, Jo - Joan of Arc, La Hire (whose real name is Etienne de Vignolies)...etc, etc. - does not make you a reincarnated super being!
We don't want to hear the multiple personalities in your Schizophrenic mind carry on a conversation with themselves!
Get some help!
Brig worked with de Metz, but I can't remember his name yet. When I stumble across it I'll know. The two worked as equals, same rank.
Everyone used to help Jo avoid the priests. They always wanted to talk about something, or say a mass about something, hear her confessions and give communion. Ritchie stepped in once when Jo was trying to duck them. His French was ok, but had an accent he used only when trying to attract women. The prettier the girl, the worse his French got. Because of his accent, the priests wanted to teach him to read and write french, and he kept telling them he already knew it. Saw Jo getting cornered, and pulled out a letter he received from a girl friend and asked the priest to read it to him. When the priests said, "I thought you knew how to read" Ritchie said, "oh I do. I want to hear you read it, because I think she has a deeper, more existential meaning for me, and I want to know if you hear it too."
They all did stuff like that for me. Again will keep a look out for a name.
Going to bed soon, so I'll be back tomorrow. Or maybe sooner if I have something. Ok?
Of course, with all the stories Tal has told me about the play acting he and Brigham would put on, I can totally believe that this is Tal, Brigham, and probably Eriko, giving us a show!
Yeah, and did you notice poor Brig only got a small mention, but the writer just gushes all over Ritchie? Maybe tomorrow will be better for Brig since I'm sure whoever is posting this stuff loves him too.
She could always see the signs and know what to do.
She loved the people of the islands because they understood her so well and wanted to help.
Her work with the treaties was too important and she wondered if they knew that all their shows were based on true files and fiction was code for fact so the innocent could be protected.
Her father, husband and one of her brothers never left her side.
They were concerned because there was always someone that wanted to hurt her, not because she did anything to them but because her aura caught them off guard and they were suddenly unsure of every decision they'd ever made just by being in her presence.
Her eyes scared them too and more often than not it was mentioned how they were afraid she could see their soul.
In truth, she could, it was one of her many skills needed for work to get done in the modern world.
Imagination was a terrible thing to waste, even worse than commodities.
A Fable.
She was never lonely.
A concession of the first agreement.
She needed something though.
Her daughter was practically immaculate conception and she wanted to share her gardening ideas with someone.
She attracted people but not because she was attractive as much as they trusted her almost immediately, at least those that either didn't mind if she could read them or didn't know.
This is how they got so much work done.
Funny, but I always thought some people didn't like her because looking at her reminded them somehow of the mistakes they'd made in the past. Haha but you could have something with this aura catching them off guard and second guessing themselves.
Did I wake you? If I did then, good morning my sweet :)
D's brother was Tristan one of Merrieweather's sons. She had 4 boys and a girl in that order. Caroline was MFs youngest sister.
D's brother also Moses' brother. Moses was set adrift because of his speech problems. His natural mother couldn't care for him, he had trouble swallowing as an infant and she was afraid he would die. So she gave him to the doctors for help. I believe he was his natural brother, Moses' family watched him, reconnected somehow.
Ds brother also with Helen, but not sure where. Also an apostle. C too, not roman tho. Somewhere w/ Jo too...sorry Brig. Still coming up empty for you. You might want to take this up with Ari.
Ari said its Tristans bday, that's why he get the reading.
Did you have a good sleep?
Dreams?
There is much work to get done today and a certain type of focus which cannot be here, I will miss you when I'm gone though.
I'll think of new stories and figure you in but not until later.
You can have the monkey's today but don't insult them.
Your adorable and so polite, maybe your not mad at me anymore.
This would make me happy.
Oh my, such a charmer you can be! Think of me today, and if you happen to be by a book store, look around for The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. You're still on the hook for a present.
Will stay as busy as I can without you.
L.
I will.
Still trying to pull some thoughts together....
Like Jo's prison dress, La Hires name, Jo's name.
Maybe this afternoon.
L.
I love this story but whose story are we going to tell, yours or mine or are we there already?
I will get you this book for your b'day next week and you can read it to me.
The cemeteries are important because the positions are reversed. The warmongers from Isis are in a religious cemetery and the religious are in a war cemetery.
There are several items of Jo's that were questioned at her interrogation and only 5 people took part in it. O, the scribe, and 3 priests. There were 4-5 guards and 2-3 church women for her. After Jo died most were quietly murdered. The guard found in the gutter was the biter. The priests that traveled with the army had already returned to the king. They only traveled when a confrontation was expected. The ring, sword, banner and dress were all asked about because of their origin. They were found objects, and were valuable.
The ring was found by Jo before she left home. She was sitting alone outside and it was laying near her. It had small rubies that covered the outer band. The sword was found in a chapel, and did belong to A. The banner was found under the bed she was sleeping in at the time and the dress was laying out on her bed where she was staying. They all appeared as gifts for her.
Jo wore dresses when she wasn't traveling or with the army. For the kings coronation, she wore a garnet dress. It was embroidered and embellished with pearls. Don't know if it was given to a friend, or if it was stolen. Jo saw it next in prison, minus the pearls. It's in the pit. The fire burned for about a week.
This is all I have ready for today. Going so slowly.
I don't think I can top that.
Are you alright?
Yes, why? Don't I look alright?
La Hire was slang, don't know for what yet. He was one who told Jo not to use her last name to protect her family. As long as her father was alive it stayed that way. Mother needed money or care, normal to go to the church for help, but couldn't because of Jo. Mother made pilgrimage to get money. The church frowned on Jo because she went missing.
Of Arc came much later, don't know much about it either. Yet.
Good night, see everyone again tomorrow.
L from Audrey.
Am told Armand doesn't want you to know about the name. Probably joking.
I have something a bit different in mind and I'm not sure how we'd get on the same wave length.
Everything to do with me & this is wrapped up in the name.
Without that, nothing else could exist.
But you know that and you know what it means to be brave so that's the premise for us both.
Will this move to action or stay stagnant.
Time matters. Venue matters. Passion matters.
And it all should matter or it can't work but at least I know your adorable and polite.
How did you do that?
I already know and there is still so much to know.
What I intend will happen one way or another but cannot happen here.
We find a better way or not at all.
& that's final. This blog already freaks me it's so addictive.
My problem, but still.
...."but at least I know your adorable and polite."
Hahaha!!! I told dirty bear jokes, hang out with monkeys, and told you to piss off.
Gotta go for real this time, busy day tomorrow too.
L.
Audrey.
All that and more.
To what degree, you won't know but someone does.
What I set up and out to do has been done so there is nothing more to do.
I now know why the answer was always, 'it's not about him'.
It was what I had to do, not him.
It was all the things I needed to learn, fix, understand, not him.
I won't be mezmerized or held captivate.
There are lots of people out there willing be so I can see your confusion.
Dream well.
I think you get paid every time this link is clicked.
Wow, you have kicked.
My grandmothers name was Edna.
She was the first to warn me before the nde and was there throughout it all, I was her favorite granddaughter and there were quite a few.
Watch for my book, you know the title.
I wasn't kidding, I just want someone to share my gardening ideas with, especially when compared to the prospect of speaking in rhyme forever and
I am not concerned about how it all ends.
And don't go into damage control again - I'm immune.
Keep the monkeys at bay - they've outstayed their welcome.
There must be 10 of you here, on the payroll.
You are into tricks my friend, you, are a common trixter.
I had something all ready to share, but decided against it. Miss seeing others here, maybe you should at least let Brig show up...hearing him might spark some memories.
L.
Audrey.
P.S. You wouldn't even be in the game without your hired help. But still....Love.
I always feel like I need a hot shower after being here.
Such a dirty place.
Don't you dear?
I just wrote that so you could earn another 1/4 penny, kind of like you do with music, and the other blogs.
Wouldn't it be easier just to work?
This ain't no cute relationship kids, this is real life and your playing with fire.
Really, you are.
Go do something.
To all those who were led away from the "Mormon" church by Tal and others, using half truths and outright lies, I urge you to read the History of the Church set of books. The first book records the start of the church and what happened to Joseph Smith and how he was misrepresented in every way. Continue on and you will see how we were duped into believing lies about Joseph and many other things. The church is the true church and Joseph Smith is not the bad man that Tal and others said he was. Tal has made a huge mistake and I am grateful that I have now learned that. I hope you will take the time to read History of the Church and your eyes will be opened to the garbage that Tal told us.I can't see him ever being humble enough to admit this so you must think and act for yourself. Don't just take the easy way and follow Tal's writings, read and study the truth for yourself. He has led many astray and must take responsibility for it. Eventually, he will have to before God. His fame,or whatever you may call it, will not defer his responsibility then.
Bar none, one of the most treacherous, sleazy individuals I have ever had to confront, and I have confronted many.
No hope with this one.
A common trixter, no substance.
No Brigham. I'm not going to tell you jokes. And stop post ing the stuff for your brother.
See I told you the clowns were next!
You should take something for that cough!
How did your first visit with Bob go?
Whose Bob & my last name is Joyce.
I will be around briefly tomorrow. Probably won't have anything to post. Tal, have fun at work.
L.
Audrey.
We'll assume someone in the world gives a shit that you'll be around tomorrow and everyone knows, Tal doesn't do any actual 'work'.
Take all your crap down from the other places too, like you did with you.
Fedoras are just so for those who think they are getting away with everything.
I will always know, nothing can change that.
And it's gone far beyond a need to be right, far beyond your limitations.
Awww, are you all speechless or are you strategizing?
Just try, really, please do.
Everything has been traced to their source and small camera photos have linked it all up.
It's kinda too bad. it could have been fun but I guess we'll try again in the next lifetime.
Ok? R.A.Dick.
And do not for a moment apply the term love anywhere.
No one does what you've done and can still say,,,'But still,,,Love' or all the other ways you attempt to interpret.
You haven't a clue.
You sing about goddesses, adore so and so, call it 'she's so high' then trash every one you come in close contact with.
Love is not worship, pedastals, stalking, manipulating in every tiny unsuspecting way you think you will get away with but ahh hahh
We knew. And we photographed, and we watched and we played.
Here is your 20 seconds on insane bravery. Your 20 seconds of total embarrassment.
And yes, you will remember me, they always do.
God! You really are such a dic.
Have a good weekend. I'm taking the monkeys with me, I still need them for protection. Had a great time tho. Thanks!
Yeah Tal! Do we really have to tell you to Piss Off one more time?
And at whose expense did you have this great time?
The sex was great, your right about that, so, thanks!
Oh gross! What did you do?!?!
Shall I whisper it to you?
I can't have a good weekend if I have to find a new ghost writer.
My other one quit after I fired him.
Maybe this will help you?
Toy Box
When I was a child all that I knew
I kept in a box when my play was all through.
There were dolls and balls and clothes for pretend
My heart chose the game and the hours I'd spend.
I would play "I'm a Princess" when I was alone
I was pretty and loved and lived on a throne.
I was young forever and I knew in my mind
It was one happy life that I had designed.
Now that I'm older and know this is true,
I'm surprised to find through my play that I knew.
I don't know, maybe the last line should be:
I'm surprised to find, that through my play, I knew.
What do you think. Should I change it?
The Angel Dance
I'm one of those people with two left feet
Who never can find just the right beat.
An angel came over and asked me to dance
I was in a debate with My circumstance
I looked at my angel in his eyes of blue
When have I seen such a beautiful hue?
Should I confess to my angel I can't really dance?
No, I decided I must take my chance!
We moved to the floor to try something new
What it would be I hadn't a clue.
When We started to dance I was laughing with glee
Everyone's watching my angel not me!
I wrote this one when my niece was about 4. She was a very happy dancer, and since it was almost Halloween she was wearing a pair of angel wings, when she asked me to dance.
Well hope you enjoy your weekend!
L.
Audrey.
Ok! I think I've got the last line now:
I'm surprised to find that through my play, I knew.
The Angel Dance has some errors too, but I'm not sure where they came from...
L.
You all know who.
When the library was hidden, some of the answers to 9/11 are there. It was a karmic event that dated back to Isis. The report of the original event is there, and the names of all the victims from the recent event are there with it. It occurred at the first fall of Atlantis and people demanded justice. They came to Isis and wanted to know who was responsible for the first attack. She was given the names from the recent attack. People were angry with this answer. The first fight was over the car of the covenant.
I don't know where this is hidden, just that it was.
Arc. The ARC! I know I'm typing stuff right but when it gets posted its changed.
After the first fall, war settled down for a bit. Then came back with a vengeance. No justice was seen, so it became easy for no one to believe how time worked.
Isis was murdered, stabbed in the back. Her attacker was hugging her whispering in her ear "Don't worry. You will live." as she died.
Funny, I really thought I would be asleep by now.
Well I can see the conflict now.
I was 100 by the time I turned 8 and all I wanted to be was a detective.
All I've ever known about is death, treachery and destruction.
Riddles and rhymes just irritate me.
I hated board games and cards.
Fun was had outside only and by 18 I was negotiating deals.
Manifesting whatever came to mind was unusually easy to me which is how I found myself living in other countries.
You have inspired me though and I'm going to go out and buy and a Vespa and get that tattoo on my foot I always wanted.
I'll need to abandon my book for now but I figured that may be the case. It's depressing anyways.
Dance on.
OMG you make me laugh sometimes.
The first event was also an air attack. They were smaller, personal aircraft. Cars that flew. The pilots were flying into other personal aircraft. One moment it looked like a normal travel day, then aircraft started ramming other crafts. It lasted several hours because, some didn't believe this was an attack, but an accident. So others flew to the scene to help and the they would get hit. These aircraft all exploded on contact.
It dawned slowly on people that if they showed up to help anyone, then they would be a target too.
Right, makes sense. Didn't they find computer hardware from the Atlantis era?
I do get it now so by all means, carry on.
Curiosity killed the cat and so on.
Odd, I had a very vivid dream once of a sister hugging me like that and stabbing me in the back.
Woke up to see how symbolic it really was, an omen.
Hopefully things will play out how they should and everyone will find some love and bliss to keep it all going and make it all worthwhile and interesting.
That is the gift, and a birthright.
so peace finally.
My daughter says this whole thing is creepy and doesn't understand how I thought I could help.
She reminded me of our past experience with celebrities and can't believe I would engage with this.
She thinks your all demonic or under demonic influence.
She does not want to know you or meet you now that she has been shown everything.
She runs my world.
She deleted your music, well, that one song and thinks you've been very cruel.
All Spoken innocently from the fine wise teenager I raised.
No matter what your game, she is dead on.
To all the anons posting here: your gov't knows who your are, you fools!
To all gov't both foreign and domestic: Piss Off!
Gov't is the least of my concern, why would it be a concern to you?
Or even bring it up?
Gonna trash and burn there too now?
Have a need to grind me to dust now?
It's all been covered but thanks for the head up, you always did have those kind moments.
Also, I'm afraid of nothing.
Funny cause the last celebrity tried the same tactic then sent over a photo of his special painting that was infected.
They caught it right away and gave security.
His and their position in society meant nothing.
They are so great to their highly valued peeps man, you have no idea of course.
Be authentic, be respected for your work and ethics, not just recent activity, years of contributions, and one slip means nothing dear but I see where your going with this and in true form, expected it and took care of that piece week ago.
Good Morning Sweet! Just checking to see if you were up yet! :)
It's over and I don't want your poison disguised as sweets.
Leave it at that and walk away, or in your case, run.
It's not just the anons they know about either.
It's the 'Polly'
the 'Kinky Planet'
the placeholders you changed to insert your own photo using profiles on google+
It's the stories wrapped up in 'junk mail' you sent
Telus is gov't.
It's the fingerprints in my house.
It's the photos of the same ppl over and over
It's the monkeys on skateboards that tried to run me over.
Trust me, pick your battles how you want, but you can't hurt me anymore.
It's also your phone calls, finger prints, DNA, and that old trick of searching your trash.
Trouble is is can't run. Not fast and not far. Monkeys are my friends.
No, your wrong.
It was the encrypted language that intrigued the most.
The sword, the capture, amongst other things.
Times have changed dear, no one wants to touch todays garbage.
Too funny.
Everyone knows I'm fearless and this gave me cause for real fear so they obliged, that's how the universe works dear.
People who 'read everything and anything' then righteously judge those who escape using contra should know they are as dis-eased as the contra group.
Escaping in literature, poetry, opera to seem sophisticated is still an escape.
Try real world, go play outside with your monkeys.
You only need one thing to survive an apocalypse. A fleet of bad ass monkeys.
So I'm good. No worries.
Well, I don't know what that is, but:
There was a battle in France that day, and during the night there was a party. Suddenly Jo was awake. Her voices told her a fight started at the whores' camp. 2 women were fighting over la Hire and one suddenly became armed with a knife. They each were committed to a fight to the death and had been working hard, building toward that for some time. It was la Hire's second warning, to get his women to act like ladies. Their behavior was putting the "we come from God" claim in question.
She sent Pierre for Warling, called for Jean, and rode right up to la Hire. Jean rode to break up the fight. La Hire was angry, grabbed the horse's reigns and said " I thought I told you you weren't to come here EVER!!!" Jo kicked her horse from his hold, knew he was as drunk as ever. The situation was normal (I think he had a sad and hard childhood). "What's wrong with you la Hire? Didn't you see enough blood today? Your women are killing each other!"
He left his anger over me, to check on the fight. He had a happy, "oh yeah! Whose winning?" look on his face. When he turned his head to watch the fight, Jo's horse stepped sideways and she kicked him in his face. He doubled over with a hand to his face, and said "FUCK! .......JESUS!"
La Hire had many wars, and one of his bigger ones was with Jesus. When Jo first ask who la Hire was she was told "Jesus with his 3rd eye blind." And because of his wars Jo had threatened him many times saying, "Careful la Hire or I will put the heel of my boot to your eye!"
So when he swore, Jo slid from her horse grabbed his torch and slapped him hard on his face. She cut his lip with her ring. She went to the tents and started yelling, "Everyone out! Your tents are on fire! They're coming down now, if you don't want to burn, get out now!" His women left the war in the morning and the 2 fighters were buried shortly after.
To his credit la Hire cleaned up real nice, and quickly too. After Jo's fight, when the situation was calmer, his peers started calling him Goliath. Teasing him that taming his harsh ways was so easy for God, he sent a child to do it. They wondered if his mirror was still in love with him once she saw the 2 black eyes from a broken nose, and a cut and swollen lip which some said should have been stitched.
One of the conversations Jo, Jean and la Hire had was how the relationship between the 3 of them could be a different war for each. For Jo, it was women against men. For Jean, it was saints against sinners, and for la Hire, it was pain in the necks and pain in the asses. He walked away with a lot to think about. And Jo explained to Jean why he was the pain in the ass.
You let your secret weapon be your downfall and the devil hides behind a beautiful face.
Have you forgotten this? or do you no longer believe? and while you are at it, did you forget about the double-edged sword?
BUT, for some reason,
I laughed, & several times
You think I'm beautiful? *blush*
Should I stop with the stories?
AND just so you know my situation: I forget most of last month, but remember the ages.
Good Morning Handsome!
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