What would I change my...
What would I change my name to?
That is a tough question...what would I change my name to and why? I like my name. Iris is so fluctual. Iris means the eye, whether that of man or a God, Iris means rainbow made up of many colours. Why would I want one colour in my world, thus, Leann Rimes sings, "I colour my man" in reference to Bobby Darin who had Jewish American Indian aboriginal dna. Iris goes with "rainbow warriors" from Cherokee Amazing Grace because after Armagedon there will not be just one colour race...there will be survivors made up of many colours.
Dances with Wolves suits me because I play with sheep in wolf clothing.
"Dances with Wolve is approaching the Third Heaven sir, you still have time to leave."
It is said that Jesus will give a pebble to the 144,000 and on it will be a new name ( Revelation 2:17.
"Let the one who has an ear hear what the spirt says to the congregations. To him that conquers I will give some of the hidden manna and I will give him a white pebble, and upon the pebble a new name written which no one knows except the one receiving it
Manna is life sustaining when there is no other food. Feeding on Heavenly manna would give life to the receiver during the forty year trek. The white pebble? In ancient Israel a pebble or stone was used in law to cast life or death or approval or disapproval. The prophecy says a name is written so if the name was Iris and Iris was to cast the pebble would there be a downside. One side is yes and one side is no. Or is it this pebble belongs to Iris, the messenger of the Gods who is exempt from punishment as she has impunity eternally?
What would Jesus see in me right now that he would personally select as my eternal name mapped out by my life course?
"Aimlessly running around as a camel."
"Dances with Wolves"
"Dinah....the inexperience dove."
"Abishag...beaten and running"
"Jehovah is her arm and Salvation."
"Daughter of the Romans"
"Daughter of Egypt"
"Daughter of Israel"
"Daughter of the UK"
"She who leaves it all behind for something greater"
"She who places her throne before Christ Jesus"
"She who is well known and earthly"
"She who loves mankind"
"She who sacrificed herself for others"
"She who has given food to the world"
"She who is disinherited by the world"
"Endurance"?
"Patience"?
"Faithful"? to the end
Jesus KNOWS her personality. What would he place on a pebble if I endured to the end? What name did I make for myself?
"She who stood alone"
"The quiet one"
I like "the quiet one" . The one who reserves judgment until there is no other course but to speak up. Does it work with "couageous"?
If the public was to pick the well carved image would it be Dances With Wolves?
That might not be the last name. Can I make a better name? I read on a site once while surfing that an aboriginal did not know his name. He couldn't decide and it frustrated him and left him in a depressed state. And, I wrote back that his name was "indecisive". He may not have liked the name but that was his name as of that date.
Right now ...my name is "tired one". I have no energy for anything. I have no feelings for anything.
What if we projected things into the future? Dances with Wolves is Dancing with a new crowd of angels? She died and escaped to the Third Heaven where she may be selected as a future judge over the earth? What can we expect from her?
"She who is kind? merciful? wise? judicial righteous?"
She is called upon to determine if Al Pacino should be resurrected. What is she to say? Al Pacino said he would have to kill her if she said his name outloud. Would she render a righteous verdict or bow out?
Would she be, "I call it as I see it".
Yet, it is really hard to send Al completely to non existence. Why is that? Because he bragged to all his friends that he stoled all of Estelle Parsons earnings under a phoney marriage licence. And what did he do with those earnings that he knew about? "I gave it all away...to charities."
Al Pacino may be the only outlaw that actually helped the down trodden and ill. So what do we do to him?
And he did it to such a magnificent level!!!
Live or Die which way will the pebble be thrown?
"the erroneous one"??? Yet, Jesus washes a person until the erroneous becomes perfect.
"Hard as nails"? "Sharon Stone hard"?
"The Stone has decided to join us after all I see"
"Unmovable, unflinching"?
"The unbending"...how is that written in Hebrew. She who sees the difference between rape and prostitution and will not yield to scam artists nor rapists. Is it a well deserved title? I think so.
Is The Wall similiar to The Fist?
"I cannot let you pass by me (Mr.Rapists? Mr. Greed?), "I was taught to protect at all costs (whether they deserve it or not)?
"She who yields to the decisions of The Creator"
Protect at all costs becomes iffy when the LORD decrees otherwise.
"Protecter of sheep"?
"Carrier of a secret" That fits just as well as Dances with Wolves so we have two names that come to the fore with "unflinching".
She must get rid of the secrets and lies and what is left?
All the masks are off and what is left?
"Unbendable" bending slightly to the left and right.
"She who sits on a fence" neither with the left nor the right. Will she lose the name of Iris...messenger of both sides?
"She who feeds only at the table of Jehovah"
"Abishag...the song of a FATHER?"
Too negative. Abishag was beaten, left naked, devastated, and sent running into the wilderness after the loss of her first husband.
"Survivor"
What would Jesus pick as the name of all names for both sides of the pebble?
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That makes me cry. It puts a lump in my throat. It makes me want to get as far away from Jesus as possible and if I made it to The Third Heaven and he was to call out loudly, "Friend of Christ Jesus come forward" I would die. It would be a moment of truth. To stay or leave. "Come...sit at my right hand". But I am so use to the left. I may be the last person in Heaven that DOES NOT want to sit next to Jesus and be called "Friend of Christ Jesus". It is not like I don't deserve it...it is just too intense. I don't want a friend...any friend...here on earth...nor in the Heavens. That is the weakness isn't it? That is the thorn to be pulled out?
"A name is to be chosen rather than abundant riches, favor is better than even silver and gold" (Proverbs 22:1)
What is the real name of someone, say, like Robert Redford? Part aboriginal and part what was it Croacian?
He is beautiful isn't he? He reminds me of Robert Rae Wigle. Well, he has blue ice eyes and blond hair. He has a Scotish ruggedness to him I think. I really liked Robert Redford. I thought we were friends. We may or may not have had a coffee together. He may or may not have been one of Jehovah's witnesses. He may have worked at one of my studios with or without my permission.
He had called me to the area where he was working on Jeremiah Johnson. Was it because he needed an investor? Was it writer's block?
He was trying to have ties with the aboriginal part of him. There was this child in him that cried out, "I am a human too. I am a person. I am aboriginal (or at least part of him). He wanted to show a positive side of aboriginals. There was a girl that he had selected to play Dell Bolton. Was I to be her understudy?
I didn't really think that we looked that much a like. Her skin tone had an olive thicker skin look. I have a whiteish green look to my stomache area that never saw the sun. My skin is very thin and uneven toned with flush red cheeks and dripping hair in the summer - the part that takes after the UK dna.
Let me tell you a little about my friend Dell Bolton. She had a husband who lived with her on the ?Najaho reserve. I place a question mark on Najaho because there was a dispute about their heritage by the USA government. They actually were homeless people, just a small band, about twenty, who had no identification. Dna showed some were Commache or Comacheros - part Spanish - part French. Their only language was French. I took her husband to task.
"You speak French too well. This is not Paincourt French. You speak Parisian French which rules him out as a USA citizen except he was married to Dell who was a real aboriginal. What did that mean? By marriage it meant that he should have been recognized as her husband and he should have gone through the immigration process. Was he from Paris or was he just self taught professional? Why would he want to live on a desert where there was little, if no rain? He could have tried his trade somewhere else. Why not go live in Montreal where he could have blended in quite well?
There were several aboriginals living with this small group. The rest were seeing dogs.
I argued with the State Department in control of Aboriginal affairs that if this group dates back before the 1800's then they had a case at law. At least seven of them had a case.
"We believe that they are Mexicans from Mexico that slipped over the border."
"Like, before you were born? We are dealing with a small band that lost touch with the main communities that never came forward to be registered as aboriginals. Seven of these, including ?Dell alias person, are USA aboriginals."
He groaned. Why? Would the USA citizens have to put out tax money for this small band? At what cost? Would the President of the United States have to cut down spending on travel and expenses to help these people live from year to year? Would the retirees that worked for the auto industry have less free money if they received a bail out in the 1970's to 1980's? There are places to cut the fat to help people get food and water just so they could continue to live on the streets.
I don't understand at all. I thought I set up a trust fund for this small band placing the French husband of Dell at the head. And arranged for the USA government to recognize their heritage by issuing SIN numbers allowing them to become employable. I was the new employer. Some of their kin were well back two to three hundred years. They could be brought into the mainstream of society.
I was called into the USA. There had been another mysterious death of an understudy which for one reason or another brought me to the home of Robert Redford. He may or may not have invited me. I don't think it was about Dell number one being missing. Did he have a bottle in his office? And was a piece of bone or human flesh marked Iris?
"What is this?"
"That is the remains of my wife?"
"What wife?"
"Dell Bolton."
"When did you marry Dell Bolton?"
"On the set of Jeremiah Johnson."
"That wasn't a real marriage. That was just a play. She was already married."
End of conversation.
"And her name was not Iris."
It is like I am seeing Robert Redford for the first time. He looked normal. Spoke normal. Was well dressed? Yet, there seemed to be something lacking?
Dell had an aboriginal free tax card the last time I saw her after a visit placed by me to the state department.
"Robert? Do you pay taxes?"
He smiled. "I don't have to pay taxes. I married an aboriginal."
But her name was not Iris. It is time for me to leave.
It bothers me that from Hollywood to New York people actually bottle parts of humans. Is it a Catholic thing? At one time it is said of the Catholic church that when a priest or nun died parts of their bodies would be distributed for good luck. It is said of the Catholic church that each church would receive a hair or part of a skin from an Apostle of Christ Jesus.
I was in Montreal in 1966-1967 when I visited a Catholic church with three other JWs. Colin wanted to take a bottle with a heart believed to be of an Apostle and bury it outside somewhere.
"Put it back!"
I snatched the bottle and placed it back in it's original position and knelt to say a prayer.
"Open the eyes and hearts Dear Lord and teach the Pope that this is unacceptible."
And, a prayer for the heart, "may he (or she) receive peace (or burial) one day.
King Josiah of Israel dug up all the graves of the priests of Israel to burn their bones on their alters and spread the ashes to the winds for adorning their homes with the bones of the prophets and it was seen as "good" in the eyes of Jehovah, thus, he earned the title, "Good King Josiah".
It is said of the victims of the aquarium boiling hot water thing in the theatre that some victims were not just scalded...they had no skin left. How is that possible? I was in the hot water and went on tour to sing and scream in Brazil and the States for about a week. During the "Learn" thing at a local bar the patrons emptied their glasses to bring ice to place on the pus sacks on my back and hands. One sack was forming over an eye. I kept moving my fingers to keep the blood flowing hoping to keep staph infection low as the increased blood flow carried away the sludge and oh boy did I drink water....gallons of water to flush out my system.
How is it possible for someone merely splashed with water to be in a worse state than moi?
They were hit by a series of splashes as each panel fell out of the acquarium starting at the bottom and working up.
Was her name of a list of people that watched a Portuguese nun being brutally tortured and raped to death? Was her name of the top of a list of where another woman was placed in boiling water, another into nitrogen, another impaled on a cement penis and rocked back and forth by strings with a "see how she is enjoying herself?"
And who was that vicitm? An Iris Wigle? An Ann Margaret? Ann Murray?
"Where's Caroline Kennedy?"
"Who?"
"Caroline Kennedy...daughter of President John Kennedy?"
Was the answer...at the Watchtower farm?
Did an FBI woman visit there, removing a Caroline Kennedy look-a-like leaving a large hole in a wall in the process?
I cannot feel sorry for people involved in Skin Flicks. I cannot check the hand of Jehovah and tell HIM that HIS left hand may have changed water into acid just as Jesus had changed water to wine.
Was it acid? Is this what some of these people believe in? Total vengance for imagined wrongs or just free tax cards? When is a condition hypnosis and when is it just plain insanity?
When they stop caring. When they don't want to do the Jesus thing and try to rehabilitate a being. When they can sit and watch without thought to future judgements and they have hardened their hearts to the point of having no feelings.
The Apostle Pauls said, "remove the fat off the hearts"
"I continue mentioning you in my prayers that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, may give you a spirit of wisdom and of revelation in the accurate knowledge of him, th eeyes of your heart having been enlightened that you may know what is the hope to which he called you, what the glorious riches are which he holds as an inheritance for the holy ones and what the surpassing greatness of His power is toward us blievers" ephesians 1:16-19)
The eyes of the heart? What was in the heart of Robert Redford? I feel this love for him in my heart...an affection? Was he in a play as a child with Shirley Jane Temple?
I use to love everyone freely and with warmth. Even Theodore Melbourne Wigle...I could project into the image of a patient...and try to encourage better progress. "This man is not my father, " I would say to myself, "this man is my patient. Try harder to understand and to trust in the power of Christ Jesus."
I project people into the thousand year reign of Christ Jesus. Today and yesterday, they may have been like wild animals, unreasoning in twisted thinking but with the removal of all viruses, bacteria, pills, demons, imperfection...what will they be like I wonder? Others, I can only project to the last day of the thousand year reign as they accumulated misdeed after misdeed to a point of where I can no longer stand the stench.
Did Satan change the dna structure so much in a human that they no longer think human? And mankind has added to the stew with all sorts of animal dna ganging up on the human dna it would seem?
"Adorning their homes with the bones of prophets"?
Why would anyone want to keep a bone? It is bad Karma. It is like when I was in the theatre previewing Dances with Wolves.
"I told you to take that scalping scene out." And I am pacing back and forth down the aisle. "Why did the Sioux not take scalps? Does anyone know the answer? Because," I answered the question myself, "they didn't want the ghosts of their enemies to take up habitant with them." I paused, "maybe that is why so many of you (aboriginal communities) have to take Schetzoid drugs".
The taking of scalps was a white man's tales. Oh scalps were taken off of native indians, even in Canada, well documented cases in Nova Scotia area. The white communities were paid the same for the scalp of an aboriginal as the same for a fox fur. But, why blame the whites for what they did. Gosh, oh no, people might not think that they are the wonderful righteous Christians who go to church once or twice a week. It made good news stories as scam artists of the 1700 and 1800's made their living enslaving Blacks, Espanics, Jews, Chinese and others into clearing lands under the name of "aboriginal". And who is to say that the Spaniard addressed as a Souix is not aboriginal North American Azetec/Eskimo type person? They couldn't speak English nor French could they?
King David of Israel played the part of a Schezoid when he was caught by the Philistines. He was taken to the Philistine King and what did he say?
"And, he (David)disguised his sanifty under their eyes and began acting insane in their hand and kept making cross marks on the doors of the gate and he let his salavia rund down upon his beard. Finally Achish said to his servents. "hre you see a man behaving crazy. Why should you bring him to me? Am I in need of people driven crazy, so that you have brought this one to behave crazy by me? Shoud this one come into my home?" (1 Samuel 21: 17-15)
It is bad Karma. Collecting bones and scalps and skin samples and held for long periods of time is a way to invite all sorts of problems one would think - right?
Was it at the Robert Redford home that the body of a young woman posing as Leann Rimes was found in a car presumed dead by her own hand around 1982? Well, it wasn't me.
Robert Redford - Dell Bolton?
Robert Redford - Leann Rimes?
Robert Redford - Ann Margaret?
Robert Redford - Iris?
What is wrong with this picture?
There is a dispute on my dna by experts. FBI said I had a Commache dna. Scotand Yard experts said it was Royal Spanish dna, "you do not have aboriginal dna .... ........ it is Spanish." Could they pick out the exact town in Spain?
But, I want that aboriginal dna. I was never raised to believe that I was less important a person for having it. I was raised to believe that my pioneer roots was something to be proud of as it was to make me work harder in the potato fields just like my dear great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother did way back when. I never thought that the world owed me a living nor did I lament in the depths of depression for having relatives that may have been sliced and diced. My world was full of flowers and bees, birds and critters, waters of all colours and the sky was glorious on every occassion.
Are people taught how to be a preditor by attending slice and dice parties at a young age? If it is acceptible to a hundred or ten thousand then surely the whole world must view their decisions to slice and dice without a court and without a defence as the right thing. And Jesus marks another mark on his belt - right?
And, his "garments will be red" from all the executions that he will be conducting and may be conducting even prior to the thousand year reign.
During that time, someone may or may not have died while waiting and worms and bugs were already setting their nests. Flies are known to be very quick to obey the command from the Creator to get rid of the bodies least a plague develops and sometimes, it is said, that maggots really do more good than harm, if one is still alive and there they were, sitting in a bed of maggots here and there "waiting for an ambulance" but the ambulance drivers could not get them out because they didn't unlock the door from the inside.
"Why are you here?"
Ambulance driver to Estelle Parsons, "we can't get the door open." Had they tried for a week?
Opening the trunk of her studio car, she pulled out a gun and shot holes around the lock without a key.
Now they could get in. Did she catch a police officer or fire chief stealing something from the trunk? A revolver? ID? Did he rummage through a collection of teeth and wigs and ID's and badges? Did he take a silencer that had never been fired? Something? Something? Something?
Three suitcases missing.
Did RCMP take a case of ID, teeth and wigs in BC?
Did the UN Army General take a similiar case after the Rwanda thing?
Did a fireman help himself to a case?
There was no fourth. I have no desire to act anymore and no need to protect myself anymore and no need to travel with a case any more.
And I went to one of the hospitals to check to see if Kevin Spacey was there?
As soon as he saw me he started to cuss. I did something unusual. I did a Sandra Dee thing like, "nothing has changed between us." And left. His foot was well enough for him to grab a crutch to pursue the argument in the hallway. I stopped and felt Sandra Dee for probably the last time. "I don't need this." I just looked at him for several seconds. Silence. It shocked him. It was like...he was saying to himself..."I know this woman...she reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago."
I backed up to the elevator, pressed the key and it didn't sound right. The elevator didn't sound right and fled down the stairs. It was time to leave. I had already visited Sean Penn and ordered the nurse to pull his leg up high.
"I won't let them cut off my leg. Please God don't let them cut off my foot. Help Me!"
This is the time where the surgeon decides and overrules the patients right to make a decision. The operation to remove the foot and a toe from the other leg was already scheduled.
"This is going to hurt you."
He was in so much pain. I slit part of his foot and waited for the green slime. I slit his foot deeper and down came the black blood and green slime. I slit his foot deeper until the bright red good blood spurted out.
"This is going to hurt you."
It was time for the salt treatment.
"Pack it in ice for a day or two. Keep the foot high and elevated for another hour or all night. Bathe it in salt water every hour."
Sean may have gone for shorter periods but he kept his foot.
I walked quietly past the door of the person pretending to be Erich Siegel. Did he lose an arm?
And Candy Clark the woman pretending to be me did they cut out her tongue and an arm off?
"Why?"
"Her tongue was hurting her."
"Well, now it really hurts."
"Why did you cut off her arm?"
"It was red all over and she was going to lose it anyways."
Were these real physicians?
Or GOD has spoken. "eye for eye", "foot for foot", "ear for ear", "starvation for starvation" in the presence of both right and left armies of the Heavens. "Prepare to meet your maker."
And, what shall we say? Do we have a list of people that we helped to reach out and become reconciled with Jehovah our Heavenly Father or does one have a list of people that one may have helped to boil and dismember?
"ANETHEMA!"
"COME LORD JESUS!"
Shouted the Apostle Paul.
Bring in the Roman armies.
"No...it is just a dream that I had."
But a really juicy dream.
And, they would miss lunch just to hear the gossip?
June Virigina Wigle did not live in a dream world and only showed up in the USA to rescue me, at which time, she would be talked into making a movie sometimes without her and the police even knowing they were making a movie. Was Tommy Lee a real police officer? I thought he told me that he had a badge of some sorts when we made Love Story together.
June would get so angry with me.
"Just finish this movie scene for me while I figure out how I am going to post bail."
She said she had an affair with an LA police officer and/or agent when I had been arrested on trumped up charges during the Sharon Tate thing. But she wouldn't give me his name. She said, he begged her to come back down to LA from Windsor, Ontario by phone. She refused to go. She didn't need LA. She had friends in Windsor. She was into reality and research and when she wasn't doing research she would sit and do word puzzles page after page. She had immaculate hand writing and excellent spelling unlike her younger dyslexic sister. I have no patience. Besides I keep spelling the same words wrong like liscense which should be license. Always the same words...left or right...which is the answer? June had absolutely no aspirations for larger homes and jewels. None of us wanted the jewels things....a butterfly or a rose was sufficient.
Anyways back to Hustler. George C. Scott had a name for me. He called me, "goodness walked in". He said, after the aquarium broke from his hospital bed, "I knew you were here. I could feel you. I said to myself, goodness walked in."
He told me that even in the studio or the lot he knew that I had arrived because he could feel this "goodness, this aura, this care, this warmth."
The employess at Zellers just before the last hour of 1999 told me that "if Armageddon came in the year 2000 that they wanted to be standing close to me because they just knew that if they were with me they would be safe."
Then Armageddon didn't arrive and they went off to do whatever it was that they did in their usual routine of things.
Goodness Walked In...that would be a beautiful name. That would be a name that would light up my heart. I could live with a name like Goodness Walked In. I could try harder to live up to the name Goodness Walked In.
Somene hit me over the head at the end of Huster and I blamed Paul Newman. I really liked George more than Paul and would always hide behind him or stand next to him. He was Paul's older brother or cousin. They were all kin in the movie except for June and I.
We never even asked for money.
Why would someone hit me over the head?
"Well, it wasn't me," said Paul defieantly.
"I don't believe you. You have this really nasty way about you. This chip on your shoulder and man one day I am going to knock it off!"
He smiled that southern smile. It amused him. George thought of asking me out once. I would have gone for supper with him but it didn't happen. If this family wanted to get off their knees June and Iris were more than willing to help. I can't remember who the cameraman was at that time. They usually only worked with kin but it may have been someone else. Always on the head.
"Isn't there anything on the brain scan to show why I can't remember words? Why I have this amnesia?" Me to neurologist Dr. Brian Young.
"Nothing showed up."
How is that possible? No bullet holes, no hammer and ax scars? Did he even look?
Goodness Walked In?
It makes me not want to give up and I really want to give up on everything.
There was a lie in Perfect Storm. One of the characters didn't actually die in real life.
May 1968 Canada New Brunswich, Nova Scotia
There was an RCMP officer that had this real nasty habit of getting into fights and if it was with someone that he wanted to remember like a gangster, which was really small time for Canada, he would hit them so hard that his RCMP ring would leave a tatoo. We had this bitching fight somewhere between 1966-1968. He was a good fighter but hey, my grandfather John Jeffrey was a professional boxer. He lost.
You may wonder why it was so important for people to think that him and other RCMP officers were dead. Well, it is the middle of May 1968 and love was shining in his eyes for one gal by the name of Audrey Hepburn. Well, she may not have gone by that name. And, it amused him that he could feel this little body moving about in her body when he arrested her every week. It is a Canadian thing. Another life and wow...another life. We have such small interests. But, he knew one thing about Audrey Hepburn she was not in the USA when security guards from New York and LA came up to arrest her for shooting Robert Kennedy the week before he was actually shot. How did he know that? He was in bed with her.
Audrey bought a couple of homes while there which may or may not have been taken over and turned into Kingdom Halls for the unholy and her photos of whales that she had taken personally may have also been seized and promoted by an elder as belonging to his wife.
The RCMP officer had been shot not necessarily for defending Audrey but it was decided that he should die and the Perfect Storm seemed to be as good a time as any. It was a nasty storm. He was RCMP by day and night and in the spare time he loved to fish with his cousins and friends.
Thus, it was decided by Sharon Stone Senior when George Clooney approached her looking for a script that The Perfect Storm would fit in really great at that time but I can't remember why? I don't remember why it was so important for this RCMP officer to continue to be considered dead.
Security guards that worked for the same firm as Euguene Thane had come up into Canada in mid May and they thought for one reason or another that Robert Kennedy had been shot. Audrey flew back to Windsor and called from the Crawford address to the Kennedys to see if Robert had been shot and he told her himself that someone tried to shoot him but they missed. He didn't give it much thought. That was May. After Robert Kennedy had been shot in June 1968 people returned to Canada and tried to change the arrest of Audrey Hepburn to coincide with the June date instead of the May date.
George Clooney was my cousin. It was hard to hate him because he looked so much like my uncle Randolph Scott. I loved Uncle Randy more than just about anyone and that love would smear across my relationship with George. My heart would say, "Uncle Randy" but it was George in front of me.
And Jesus yells out, "Mazzel tov...come here before me." It doesn't quite sound right does it?
"Tub...!!!"
Not defined enough. "Tubby?"
Shem tov...a singer?
Mazel tov also means "good star".
That's nice but it still doesn't sound right.
Abi tov might be translated, "Father's good child"?
In English it is Christina. I thought Christ meant anointed one but the dicitonary did not define it as such. It means "good person" the name of my girl in The Phantom of the Opera.
Yet if Jesus was to yell Christina in Heaven, which one would answer? There must be a lot of Christina's. There is only one Iris.
Katherine or Katalina means pure.
Silence.
There are several Katherines in the family line on Elsie DoLittle's side. Sometimes also spelt Catherine who may or may not have had Russian blood dna?
"Ohhhhh.....Katalina????" ever so softly.
"WHAT!!!"
I mean if she logged into the hospital as Kate Bush then does that mean that the so called surgeon thought he was removing the body parts of Estelle Parsons so she couldn't sing nor dance anymore? Good Question!
"Why did they remove her nipple?"
I can't remember the answer. Was it merely a shrug of the shoulders? The nipple is one of the strongest muscle fibers that the human body possesses. It is stronger then the skin of the breast. The breast was not burnt so why remove the nipple? I didn't dare look to see if anything had been done to her rectum and vagina. God wouldn't that take a nice picture...me looking at a vagina?
"Her family requested this doctor?"
"Her family?"
Like is he referring to Kate Bush's family? President Bush? The UK managerial family of the Kate Bush Foundation? Estelle Parson's? Sissel? Morrisette? Iris Wigle? Which family father or mother, brother or sister?
Was he referring to a JW who calls himself Dr. Spahn who was to inherit all of the Sharon Tate properties including the Spahn ranch?
I didn't know that he was a physician let alone a surgeon?
"Was this a New York physician?"
Did he work and live in one of the USA or Canadian Bethels? The Watchtower farm to take the leg off of a wounded animal type doctor?
Well, maybe it wasn't even the physician or person referring himself to the public as Dr. Spahn? Maybe it was just another imposter looking for a copyright or an early visit to Gehenna perhaps?
Did this woman posing as Kate Bush possibly end up in a psychiatric hospital? If someone tried to find her would she still be alive or did she starve to death for one reason or another?
Jesus knows all the answers and whoever cut this woman's body may not ever be resurrected right?
These are not my friends nor my relatives. I just went to the hospital to inquire about Kevin Spacey and he was well enough to hop all over the place spuing out anger to feed his chlor/mercury damaged brain or so it seems. Well, K, if you hang around with the likes of Erin Brocovich and Marion McKinnon Tricker you can expect all sorts of lovely gifts. Just don't eat too many of them.
Was it Robert Kennedy Jr that called an ambulance for because he was drinking water with high levels of mercury delivered....where was it...was it from Montreal...of a phone number that had a lot of deliveries to Erin's home? Was it glue that stuck his throat walls together so he could barely speak after compliments of some "home baked goodies"?
Well, Kevin doesn't want me as a friend nor employee. Yet....it is a waste...I mean...one more movie might feed some more children?
I was arrested. It may have been closer to the 1950 date. I was lost in the USA and couldn't find my father.
In the UK I had been asked what I "wanted for (my) birthday" and I had asked for a Bible copyright which eventually would serve as the new Bible known as The New World Translation Bible printed by the Watchtower Bible Tract Society. I had wanted "a Bible that I can read and understand." I was only four years old but when a person is told that they are going to be sent to Gehenna at such an early age one must understand "why?"
The Mosaic law requires that all Kings (and Queens) must "write out the law by hand" as commanded by the year explained as around 1300-1513 BC as commanded by Jehovah the Creator of this earth.
1950-1953 USA trial inquisition of Shirley Jane Temple.
"What do you want for your birthday?"
Oh I had all sorts of ideas. The question presented itself to me while I sat in a furniture less room. Okay there was a chair that had turned over to do my bathroom duties behind. But outside of that chair there was no other luxeries. Was the person asking the question one of the JW elders who wanted to prove to the congregations in the USA that I did not deserve to live because I believed in "birthdays"?
I was so excited.
"Oh, I would like rain in Africa."
Sob, sob, sob, (children were dying in Africa because there had been no rain).
"And food," there was never enough food in the world.
It puzzled them that I should want water and food. This was how I was raised to think. I had not been raised up to the age of four to think of dolls and purses. I was raised to think of the world and what the world needed on my birthday.
"What is your father's name?"
"George."
"What is his last name?"
"Oh they just call him George."
How would I respond?
Essha means "wife".
How do I react when I hear the word Eesha? I tremble at the sound. It is like a Jew slapping the side of his thigh and thrusting out his hand to his "wife" and saying "NOW!"
I mean like NOW. There is no time for thinking...now is NOW. There is no place to hide when the master calls out Eesha. There are no windows to jump out of nor is there a door to unbar. Now is NOW. It is a moment of truth not so much who one is but whether one is listening to the command.
Eesha as commanded can not be so readily disobeyed. It is NOW!