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My wildest WandaVision Theory

SPOILERS for WandaVision..thoughout season 1 + several MCU films

This is the wildes theory I have had, I think. And I am 99% ertain this cannot be correct. But then again, I expect some surprise twists, so...

In this theory I focus on some things/details/facts from the MCU (and coming films) & some comics details & ignore others. And even though they like to use the comics as the building blocks for their films & shows, they do also change things up, so I do not expect them to follow the “comics canon” hence I’m prepared for surprises:

What we know of the MCU:

Infinity War events takes place in 2018. Wanda & Vision have had a secret relationship for two years by this time. And though many are wondering “when did he/they buy the property & how does that fit into all of their story”, I personally found that those “flashback” memory scenes filled the missing pieces from the puzzle grom past films. And it fits perfectly. With the “what if I don’t go back” scene, etc. I suspect that Vision bought that plot before the events of Infinity War. And Wanda was given the envelope along with other of his belongings after she returned from the Blip. The “love persevering” scene showed us how they connected & fell in love...while watching TV (he learned to be human also through the sitcoms & though her & she learned to not be so afraid of her “weirdness” thanks to him).

Wanda had to kill Vision in 2018, then see Thanos reverse time & bring back Vision only to kill him again...”for good”. Then she got Snapped (dusted).

When she returned “10 seconds later” she learned that 5 years had passed, and it was 2023. She didn’t find Vision next to her. But she had no time to process the Snap, Blip & losing Vision, because she was immediately thrown into the Endgame fight. (where she almost killed Thanos...until Tony used the ultimate “misdirection” trick and helped them defeat Thanos & his army for good.) Then shortly after she went to Tony’s funeral, where she had that lakeside talk with Hawkeye about those they lost (I still say that they were talking about Nat & Vision, because those are the losses that affected them the deepest personally, cause they were the closest to them)

Then a few days/weeks after that (just a few weeks after the Blip/she returned), and after she had been caught up on the 5 years she missed, and she was given his belongings, she went to SWORD to get him back/so that she could bury him (give him a goodbye ceremony). Then she created the hex out of her grief, when she was denied a proper goodbye to her soulmate (that whole things was, no doubt, a show put on by Hayward...that was made obvious in ep 8: and I’m still unsure about the colours: The “just died” Vision in IW turned basically gray, the “taken into parts” Vision on the disply tables was almost normal tone purple”, & the “brought back online” White Vision a week later was all white...with a “Tony’s triangle-shaped arc reactor element” instead of the Mind Stone in his head. The colours & small timeframe confuse me a bit).

Then she has been living in this “fantasy reality” for the past week or so...in real-world-time. Everything we’ve seen in WV has happened during a week or so in real world time. And for her everything from Scotland to WestView has happened in less than a month.

While creating the hex (from her red magic), she also created a Vision 2.0 (we have now been explained that she can create things “out of nothing”, not just transform them as Jimmy-Darcy-Monica suspected) from  her “yellow magic” I might be wrong, but I think the IW blast (and possibly the Sokovia experiment blast) not only awakened & heightened the superpowers in her, but that she was also blasted with the energy of the Mind Stone...the same one that gave vision life originally. So that mindstone energy has been “inside her” ever since & she “transformed it” into the new Vision. The Vision from her memories. and I think that just like her kids, Vision is “real” (how else can Hayward track the vibranium decay signature)...aka she created both Vibranium, and possibly a new Mind Stone even (though it is possibly he is powered by her magic alone & the stone is just accessory), but this Vision in this form cannot survive outside the hex.

We know that they brought up (via Darcy & Visions talk) that Vision is a mixture of many things. Part Jarvis. Part Ultron. Part Mind Stone. Part Tony & Bruce, and not only... We know that Vision has evolved thoughout his existance. And he wants to be/do good, and wants to be more human. But this Vision does not remember anything prior the hex because he was “rebooted”, so he does not have real memories of their time prior this really. And while he acts like her Vision, the hex Vision is not her old Vision either, really. Just one part of what made him him, and that made them connect.

We know that Shuri was able to download some of Vision’s conciousness/memories & would have been able to remove the Time Stone and still have had him live..if she’d had more time.

We know that Hayward has had Vision’s body (physical form) for a while, and he’s been trying to bring him back to life...for the purpose of using him as  weapon against “threats”. We saw that thanks to getting access to Wanda’s magic powers he was able to bring his re-assambled White Vision (colourless, soulless, empty shell...without a soul) back online...to life. What I want to know from finale is how did SWORD got  hold of The Visions body & what is that “iron man” arch reactor (triangle) in his forehead? Cause they have changed the design, a bit. 

Why wasn’t he still in Wakanda (the vibranium he's made of belongs to them), or with Avengers (Tony was gone when he died, but he returned 3 months later & though the team has been busy lately, why was it not with them? I guess V. was transported there sometime during first two years after Snap, when Maria was still running SWORD, cause Tony/Avengers kinda trusted her. And he stayed there even after... Tony was one of the few who saw Vision as “human”, he was kind of one of his “kids”, so I think this is one of the reasons he didn’t want to hold onto the body himself. But he also understood that Vision had evolved, and that Wanda was the his “next of kin”, not him, so he was holding onto the body until she returned, cause I think he was sure/had hope they’d undo the snap. And I guess he trusted Sword/Maria, because he “trusted” Fury, hence he probably decided to let them hold onto the body. Unless Hayward used tricks to get a hold of it once he took over, since Avengers/others were probably focused on “Thanos”, so no time to deal with government baddies. Also, maybe based on the Sokovia accords the vibranium in Vision’s body belongs to the government, not Tony, hence he let them keep the shell? Cause based in Haywards comments they've had the body longer than past weeks... after Tony died. )

And we can be 100% certain that in the Finale the two Visions will fight each other. [sidenote: Paul Bettany is the best! I love his “inside joke” of getting to act with an actor he’s always wanted to have a scene with...himself...as Two different versions of Vision. It’s the best!] The questions remain: will both die...from Wanda’s hands and/or due to the hex collapsing? Will one die (hex-vision) leaving us with just the empty body without the soul (until in some future film they are able to unite the two). Or will they both kinda surive aka will they merge into one, and we will get our old Vision kinda back already?

I am also almost certain that White Vision in WV finale will be voiced by the same man, who voiced Ultron...that would be such a “shock” to hear. (only RDJ being the voice would be as worthy of an inside joke...cause originaly Paul voiced his/Tony’s AI, Jarvis & now he’d voice Paul’s/Vision’s AI...so opposite, but not as “shocking”)

I do not think both the Twins & Vision will survive. I doubt they’ll give Wanda a happy ending... like the sircoms she watched as a kid. So one has to “die”. Since they made it a big deal to show the twins manifest their powers...at age 10 (10 = X), just like their mom, Wanda did first...at age 10 (X = X gene), and there will definitely be X-men & mutants in the future of MCU, I don’t think they'd get rid of the kids after laying the groundwork (Billy & Tommy will definitely get access to their powers & help mom & dad fight the bad guys), so I’m leaning towards the kids surviving. Because she did not just create them, she gave birth to them, so I’d say they can/will survive outside the hex. As Monica put it: Wanda’s kids are real. And even if the sitcom reality looks fake, everything there is real (as real as possible...she actually created the materials & all)

One possible happy, but sad ending would be that both survive: Twins, who stay with her & Vision, who will not be her Vision anymore, but the empty shell. And since she “can’t feel him” in the new form anymore, that’s the sad part. That even though he, too, survives, he’s not hers anymore.

But there is another possibility...that the Twins won’t make it (and they’ll be reborn somehere later... or Wanda doesn’t know they survived, and re-united with their parents...just like in Parent Trap...). But Vision will survive..either as his old self or as just a shell. And that’s the unhappy ending... she gets Vision back, but not her Vision, not The Vision. And she has to help him evolve... it’ll take time for him to “have emotions”. But the twist will be that Wanda was and is pregnant IRL actually.

I am basing this on the timeline we have.

Because the events of WandaVision take place in 2023 (sometime in summer-autumn) & Spiderman 2: Far From Home takes place 8 months after the Blip & 7-8 months after WandaVision. Now...since it’s literally been just a few weeks since Infinity War for Wanda....what if she is actually pregnant? What if she was prior to the Snap? That would make her story here even more heartbreaking - sad, but also happy. Cause based on FFH we know the world is slowly healing from the events, but it’s not in full chaos, so there has to be a “pause” between now & then. Otherwise...Peter/SpiderMan would probably have been more sure about multiverse & there would be more chaos or something than we see in FFH?

And... the events of Spiderman 3 & Dr. Strange 2 will most likely take place right after FFH, so about 8 months from now, and we saw how everything “glitched” when she was giving birth inside the hex. So what if all hell breaks free when she does that in real reality then? And that’s what sets the multiverse events rolling in the upcoming films? Cause why is it happening 8+ months from the Blip/WV/now, not right away. It seems that she won’t be ripping open the multiverse just yet. If she were, wouldn’t Peter/Spiderman have had inside info of it being certain [he seems to not be in FFH, when he talks to the Fake Mysterio] Why will it happen only about 8 months from now? What’s the delay?

I know...crazy wild theory. But I’m just trying to look at the timeline here. Cause either she’ll just spend the next months recovering and/or practicing her new-found skills (her mom did not teach Agatha, but Dr. Strange will guide Wanda on her journey to learn to understand & use & control her powerful abilities) and hence the “calm before the storm” time. Or there’s another reason. And the timeline would fit. Though it could be 8 months simply because the FFH events had to take place during summr vacation... But the kinda calm state of the universe & the specific 8 months “timejump” in FFH makes me suspicious.

FFH also tells us that to the knowledge of general public the fallen Avengers include Tony, Nat, and Vision. But also Cap. So... either Old Cap dies soon of old age/somehow OR the informtion released to the public is not completely accurate. If it’s the first, then Vision cannot make it alive from WV (but could be resurrected at some future time, cause Wanda can create the soul, SWORD has the original body, and Shuri has some of his old database, so...) If it’s the latter then either it’s not the same Vision anymore, but a different one or they’ll just keep him a secret so that other Hayward’s won’t come after him to use him as a weapon. Until the show started I presumed that Vision is gone, for certain.

 But...he’s not a regualar human, he’s part machine, so he is one of those characters they can bring back...even if in a different form. (question is: will they & would they.. would Wanda/Avengers do that...if it goes against The Visions living will? They could & would, I think..if the fate of the universe depended on it..if they needed him on their team)

Because...as they said in WV...it’s all for/because of the children... 

And I know... he is a synthezoid (essentially a robot/machine). But... that’s the thing. In this magical universe the laws of our regular world don’t seem to appy (or rather: tech is so advanced it seems like magic?) at times. The thing is...he is not juyst a robot, an android. He is part machine, part human. And weve seen he’s evolved...beound what “parents” (Tony & co) thought was possible & what Vision himself thought was possible. He got distracted during a missio, because he developed feelings (at age 2 years or so). He’s been shown to be able to feel, cry (produce tears). So..who knows... maybe he can also procreate... with the help of Wandas magic (who can make anything she wants happen...). Even though logic tells me it’s not possible, and his tears etc are synthetic, and he’s kind of a  different species...then I’ve decided that the laws of the world as I know don’t have to apply exactly...in this world. 

I mean...the MCU has a character whose mother is a human woman & father is a planet (in human form). Hence I’ve accepted that what I know to be impossible could be possible in this MCU fantasy universe. Hence I don’t question how or why could Wanda & Vision have offspring...for real. 

THE END

PS. Once again...this does not fit the comics. This is not the simplest route. But it’s one of the wild theories I’ve had. And I wanted to share it. Even if I don’t think that it could become canon. If it were based on comics, then Billy & Tommy would be reclaimed by Agatha’s master & we’d know how & why all this...

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[vimalarani]

Fast Notepad Update 1

My Beloved Art of Act.

The Universal Theme by.

The Masterclass.

The One-Man Show.

Year=Title=Name=Age=Messages=did I seen?=Ref.

1997=Modelling

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2001=Band of Brothers==24

2002=Deserter==25

2002=Star Trek:Nemesis= =25=Seen=

2003=The Reckoning==26

2003=The Dot I==26

2003=LD 50 Lethal Dose==26

2004=EMR==27

2004=Layer Cake=27

2005=Colditz=TV=28

2005=The Virgin Queen=TV=28

2005=Gideon's Daughter==28

2006=Marie Antoinette==29

2006=Minotaur==29=I ask that you bear my seed=

2006=Scenes of Sexual Nature=29

2006=A for Andromeda=TV=29

2006=Sweeney Todd=TV=29

2007=Flood==30

2007=WAZ==30

2007=The Inheritance==30

2007=Cape Wrath=TV=30

2007=Oliver Twist=TV=30

2007=Stuart:A Life Backwards=TV=30

2008=Sucker Bunch==31

2008=RocknRolla==31

2008=Bronson=31

2008=Wuthering Heights=TV=31

2009=Thick as Thieves==32

2009=Perfect==32

2009=The Take=TV=32

2010=Inception==33=can you remember your first dream?=Not Yet.

2011=Sergeant Slaughter, My Big Brother==34

2011=Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy==34

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2012=This Means War==35==Seen=

2012=The Dark Knight Rises=Bane=35==did seen=

2012=Lawless=Forrest Bondurant=35==seen=

2013=Locke=Ivan Locke=36= Family=Did Seen=Family.

2014=The Drop=Bob Saginowski=37

2014=Peaky Blinders=TV=37

2015=Child 44=Leodemidov =38==

2015=Mad Max:Fury Road= Max Rockatansky=38==Seen=

2015=London Road==38

2015=Legend=Reggie Kray & Ronnie kray=38=Message is Twins=Seen=This is? Oho but I already did known your stunt double is your stepmother's son. Oh my goodness. But this is not the real true meaning of twins in spiritually. 2 Body. Him & Me. Spiritual Gangsters. Like North & South, He & She,etc... In Tamil=Irattaikilhavi a patham is. Prithu parthal artham (meaning) kidaiyathu but cherthu parthal/padithal mattume artham varum.(jeans song-kannnodu kanpathellam thalaiva, twins) thangi kolhlh (for live) mattum than (2) udalal verupadukirom, but uyir (soul)(1) ondru. Me & My Beloved is 2 bodies for live(everything is different-birth,family,education,habits, speech, language, food, climate, color, culture, style, character etc...) But soul is one? The Oneness? The Creation? That is the real meaning of the TwinFlame? Oh My Goodness!!! he is other half of my soul? MyDearUniverse?The Creation of all? Consciousness half soul is he? That's the TwinFlame & TF Union? That's why the Love statue(he&she) merged together?she(3)+he(2) = child(soul-Oneness1)that is my birth Real spiritual purpose? "3rd" "half soul of female born Vimala Rani"+"2nd" "other half soul of male born Tom Hardy"="1st Soul" Oneness". Holy Spirit? My Dear Universe? The Creation?. not 1 2 3 but really 3 2 1.thats the real counting, isnt it? set.go. oho.This is the Real "spiritual" Meaning? sp=i,r=i,t=u al(god).also all of my life contains inside it.also spirit is Holy Spirit (the Real GOD 1).thats the Spirit in Spiritual Awakening? thats why 3rd gender birth (transgender) created? 1male contains inside female & 2female contains inside male & 3transgender contains inside spirit. Everything contains inside of 3.Vimala.& that's why less than 3?oho. 3rd born female of Vimala Rani contains inside male born of Tom Hardy totally Oneness. Thats I AM. thats why MyDearUniverse created Mirror universe? & alternative universe? thats why The One Creator latest created 3 universes? this earth solar system milkyway galaxy Laniakea cluster virgo supercluster universe=1, mirror universe 2, alternative universe 3? that's why my beloved mirroring me? tooth samealike? Transformation everything himself for me?

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2017=Taboo=TV-James Keziah Dealeny=40

2017=Dunkirk==40

2017=Star Wars:The Last Jedi (deleted Scenes I want to see it)=40

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2021=Venom 2:Let There be Carnage=Eddie Brock=43===

***I think its a time for me***

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Darkstache Week Day Seven: Ordinary People

Days: 1, 2 , 3, 4 , 5, 6, 7

At last, the final prompt of the wonderful event hosted by @projectdarkstache! Thank you so much for encouraging everyone to create such fantastic pieces and I hope all the works can be cherished by their creators! You’ve all done fantastic!

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After years of causing chaos and trouble as the Actor, Mark uses his new freedom to bring the fictional world he ruled back to the modern real world. But what about Dark and Wilford?

Word Count: 2,437

(while not necessarily a warning, this does contain sympathetic!Actor becoming Youtuber!Mark in the timeline my stories are written in.)

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If he was asked, Mark would admit he had no idea when he felt like ‘himself’ again. It had been decades since the troubled actor’s heart was shattered, the will to live had vanished, and the ability to die eluded him. His broken soul was utterly consumed by the terrors of the Manor’s arcanic past until he became a god-like figure in a world of his own creation. Former friends were moulded and reshaped into characters to suit his schemes. Poor, innocent souls over the decades were pulled into the cat-and-mouse plot to populate the worlds. Drama and chaos were on the regular schedule, and how the Actor thrived!

But now… Peace. And Mark was baffled by it.

He remembered standing at the edge of the city, watching the sun rise like he had never seen the day before. In all the years of darkness and being pulled like a puppet by unseen forces, maybe that was the truth. A new life, a new start. The ‘performances’ he had been part of were failed attempts to gain control over a world that had torn him to pieces and tossed him in the trash. All they achieved was pain and suffering. As he recognised this and wanted to do good, the world he had mastery over was fading and merging with the real world - the one he had left behind. With new independence, he was losing grip over whatever powers he had before. No more would he be able to cheat death or restart time. This was it, the final ‘act’. He didn’t feel sorry for himself. Mark was finally ready to break free from the puppet strings and start over… But there were two in particular he needed to apologise to. Trying to face Dark or Wilford now would result in mockery or gunfire (or both). However, from his spot on the hill, he could see a new opportunity. He could reverse the crimes that were cast. Let them and all their old friends live the lives they were meant to in this new, modern world.

Mark opened his arms wide as the light of the morning sun hit his weary body.  At last, the game was up. He could set everything right.

--

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“Ah, there’s the man of the hour, Damien himself!” A familiar voice sang as he entered the office with his usual dramatic flair. 

“It’s ‘Mayor Brooks’ while you are here, Mark. But it is good to see you.” Damien countered, playfully rolling his eyes. Even if Mark was a big internet celebrity, he made it his mission to check in regularly on Damien. It was a nice relief, even if the pair were trying to regain grounds on their friendship. Mark had dated his twin sister in university, but the manner in which the pair broke up was so dramatic, it caused a rift between the two young men. At least a friendship from childhood was not one that could be broken forever. He saved the document he was typing and closed the laptop. “If you are here, can I assume there is some great problem going on in your world?”

“Oh, no no. All good on my end!” Mark slumped onto the sofa to the side of the office with a laugh. “I recorded one huge game over the weekend and scored myself some free time. What better way to spend it than with my favourite politician?”

“As much as I appreciate the compliment, I would gather that your other friends are busy and you don’t have anyone else to turn to.” However blunt the statement might be, there was a smile on Damien’s face as he fell back onto the free half of the couch. Mark responded with a loud gasp and a hand on his chest, which only prompted Damien to lightly push him.

“How dare you! I’ll have you know I came here to see if you wanted to grab a coffee with me. I found ten bucks in my pants pocket this morning and I wanna splash out. Come on, Dames! Doesn’t your favourite coffee place have the best pumpkin spiced latte on this side of the city?”

“Mark, it’s May. They aren’t going to make that for you.” Now it was Damien’s turn to be pushed as Mark waved the ten dollar bill in his face.

“I think you’ll find myself and mister Alexander Hamilton will disagree with tha- HEY!” Letting his guard down was a mistake, as Damien took the chance to snatch the money out of his hand and jump onto his feet. “You crooked politician! Stealing the money of an innocent, hard-working man like me!”

Damien fetched his coat with a chuckle. “For someone who wants coffee, you don’t seem very keen in moving for it.” It worked, and a childishly offended Mark pulled himself off the couch. The money was returned to Mark as the pair exited the office. Damien did need a break, he decided as he locked the door after him.

-

Mark was an interesting man. He could act loud and brash, but it was only a mask that hid a soul that seemed older than thirty. Damien used to joke that Mark might be an old man stuck in a young body. The walk to the coffee shop took the usual diversion through a nearby park so they could swap stories and chat without the rush of the world shoving them forward. Mark and his content creator friends were busy working on a variety of projects, and he himself admitted he was feeling happier in himself than he had been in recent years. Likewise, Damien had been working on completing some important jobs around the city and trying to get some new schemes underway.  It was busy, but rewarding. In times like this, neither had to play the part cast for them by society. They could be themselves, just like old times. It meant that Damien was more relaxed and jovial by the time they reached their destination.

The coffee shop had the familiar busy hum to it as the pair entered. Since Damien was a regular, there was never any fanfare of the mayor visiting their business. Mark’s ‘perfect’ disguise of a worn baseball cap and his glasses seemed to do the job of keeping a low profile. Surprisingly, the barista did indeed agree to make a pumpkin spiced latte for Mark, as well as Damien’s regular order. Both drinks and two large muffins were covered by the ten dollar bill, much to Mark’s delight. For now, they simply had to wait for their drinks.

“- And still no sign of a special someone?” It was a question Mark frequently asked. Damien seemed content to be ‘married’ to his work, but Mark would argue that the companionship would make the heavy workload more bearable. They both knew it was true, but Damien was a stubborn man. He was too proud to deal with blind dates, and seemed insistent on waiting for ‘the right person’. Instead, Damien countered with a question about Amy and how she and the two dogs were doing. A simple diversion, but a wholesome one, as Mark could share silly moments and photos on his phone, and Damien could enjoy the tales. How could he not be happy for his friend? It seemed like things were finally looking up for him.

At that, Mark’s drink and the muffins were ready, but there was no sign of Damien’s drink. He insisted Mark go fetch a table while Damien continued waiting. Several long minutes passed as people who ordered similar drinks received theirs, and Damien was tempted to ask one of the staff about his drink. Just as he was about to, the door slammed open as a man stumbled in.

“Geez, man! Could you not break that door, please?” The manager shouted at the stranger, who hurried over and apologised profusely while ordering his ‘usual’ summer iced drink and telling a story about a kid outside throwing ice-cream at him. Damien pulled out his phone to try and look busy, but his eyes strayed from the screen and darted to the man.

The stranger was a head taller than Damien and had a broad build that was emphasised by the fitted white t-shirt and jogging pants he was wearing. His black, curly hair looked somewhat erratic, while the large, bushy moustache reminded Damien of the chief of police from a TV show he loved. Facial hair of that style wasn’t in season anymore - not to mention this wasn’t as eloquently groomed as other moustaches would have been - so it was likely something important to the man. His face was framed by a sturdy jawline, which gave a somewhat intimidating air. But his eyes… Were looking in Damien’s direction. Oops.

The Mayor gulped and returned his attention to his phone.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” Damien jumped at the sudden voice and presence beside him. The stranger had stepped closer without him realising it. “Is something wrong? Did that kid get ice-cream on my shirt?”

“No, your shirt is fine.” Damien responded quickly, intending to leave it at that. But the stranger stayed firm, bringing a sigh out of the politician. “I’m sorry. I know it’s rude to stare. I thought I recognised you, that’s all.” 

“And do you?” The stranger sounded genuinely curious. That was enough to prompt Damien to lock and pocket his phone.

“I’m not sure. I feel like I do, and I wouldn’t forget a moustache like that, but I can’t place anything… Even if it feels like it’s on the tip of my tongue.” Realising how odd that sounded, his shoulders slumped in resignation. “I’m sorry, this all sounds rather bizarre from a complete stranger -”

“No!” Both men were taken aback at the stranger’s interruption. “Er, no. Sorry. It doesn’t sound weird. I feel the same. I feel like I know you -”

“I’m the Mayor. That’s hardly a surprise.”

“- yeah, but like I know know you, you know?” The stranger shook his head, curls bouncing with a nervous chuckle. “I think this is a sign. Maybe we ought to get to know each other properly, just in case we met in a dream.” A large hand was offered to Damien. “The name’s William Barnum, but friends can call me -”

“The Colonel.” Damien finished. Confusion was mirrored on both faces.

“How did you -”

“I don’t know?” No matter how he tried to place a specific memory with the phrase, nothing came to mind. Instead, he pushed it aside. “My name is Damien Brooks. Despite the rather odd circumstances, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The large hand was taken, and they gave a firm shake.

Immediately, a memory crossed Damien’s mind. This man had pink in his hair. His own hands were gray. Mark had a shadowed, wicked grin on his face. But as soon as it came, it vanished, like trying to recall a fading dream. 

“Hey, Damien?” William’s dark eyes had drifted aside as he tried to encourage the words to come to him. “Do you want to go out for lunch this week?” A simple question made Damien’s heart skip a beat as an all-too familiar sensation of butterflies in his stomach manifested.

“Are - are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah… Is that too forward? I feel like it’s the right thing to do. You’re very handsome.” 

Strange. Why did Damien feel like William had complimented him like that a hundred times before? Stranger still, why did it make him feel so happy to hear the nervous rambling? He reluctantly pulled his hand away so he could snatch a napkin from the counter and the pen in his pocket. A phone number was hastily scribbled on it, before it was scratched out and written neater. Just in case, his name was noted underneath.

“Here. Text me later. If you’re free, we could always… Go for dinner?” It also felt like the right thing to do, like it was a regular event. William seemed to agree, as his face lit up. Upon receiving the napkin, it was treated like something sacred by William, who carefully folded and placed in his wallet.

“Yeah! That’d be - I’d really like that - Bully.” That exclamation of relief shouldn’t bring a familiar tugging of heartstrings to Damien, but it did. Only that he was with Mark (and that he has a job to return to), Damien would have gladly gone wherever William was going. 

Both names were called as the drinks were finally ready. Each one was lifted, and the pair gave their parting words and a promise to arrange something as soon as William returned home. But just as Damien was about to turn and walk to the table, William leaned down enough to kiss him on the cheek, hurrying off before anything else could happen. All Damien could do was watch the larger man disappear with a wistful smile before turning to find Mark at the table.

“You’re putting the local tomatoes to shame. You okay?” Mark asked, innocently sipping his latte. It was still mostly full. The drink itself looked hot. How long had that moment actually lasted?

“I’ve got a date tonight.” Damien was so embarrassed after blurting his answer, he didn’t notice how Mark’s surprise was an act. “I started talking to a guy up at the counter and - well, we’re meeting for dinner.”

“I’m so happy for you, man. Look at you, getting out there and being ambitious! I’m sure he’ll be a great guy!” Mark grinned, letting the topic drop so the Mayor could get his head around the ‘unexpected’ event. 

While they were talking after the drinks were finished, a text arrived on Damien’s phone. Mark noticed there was a number rather than a name, but it brought a smile to Damien’s face. The Youtuber waved his hand and insisted Damien needed to ‘urgently’ answer it. As the Mayor did so, Mark noticed how the shadow that was always looming over Damien finally dissipated. At last, the malicious claws from a lifetime ago were gone, and with that, Mark’s own powers.

But what did the loss of powers matter when he was able to use them to help Dark and Wilford start a new relationship together? They could live as normal, ordinary people, just like Dark had always vowed when confronting the Actor. Today: the Actor was dead, Mark was alive, and the curse holding them all down had been broken for good.

Now, if only Celine would talk to him so they could become friends again...

#projectdarkstache2020 #darkstacheweek2020 #writersofmark #dilliam #darkstache #who killed markiplier #actor!mark #mayor damien #william j barnum #Blue Soul (Damien) #Eccentric Goof (Colonel) #(I SWEAR I didn't mean for it to be this long but I SWEAR it's cute)

[callyrose1986]

my reality is a fantacy

MY REALITY IS A FANTACY  

Its beginning of April and I've been hearing voices since my birthday last September, I can't say I had the best time of my life... I decided to type it all down of what I went through, let me break it down for you, one day around my birthday I decided to read a few tarot cards online and the more I did they showed the same outcome, that I was to meet my twin flame, twin soul or/and soul mate, not sure if it's all in one or if it's just one of these, that I'm not sure of, now for those of you who don’t know what that is a twin fames or the others twin flame is when one soul splits into two, not sure exactly what twin soul is other what it sounds like, seems to me it is the same thing like the twin flame, soul mate is just that, a mate for your soul, look it all up for yourself.  

For some odd reason I begin to hear voices of a women and she helped me get better at hearing them I can't say exactly what she did I can't remember, I have the worst memory anyway though this times of readings I figured out who my other flame was and I don’t know if it was fate or dumb luck but it was my celebrity crush.... Imagine that, I have no idea who or why it turned out to be him but I was constantly told that I could manifest my desires and welp.... take that as you may I have no idea myself what is truly going on in my life right now..... only the gods and answer that messed up bit of information, not that I'm a religious person I prefer to spiritual instead.  

I tried to contact him online his name was Tom Hiddlston, I had a crush on him since I first saw I'm in the superhero movies when he played Loki in the Thor, tall dark and handsome was my type, I then fell for him even more once I got to know the actor, well as much as I could get to know him behind the silver screen. Anyway, I was reading pictures from his hashtags on Instagram like you read tarot cards and then I would post a reply and put it in Tom’s @page and I would get something like a reply... I could hear him in my head too and then for some reason he told others it turned into something like a little game them who turned out to be the cast of avengers.

it went over pretty good on his side, but unfortunately on my side when I broke it to my mother.... I made one of  the biggest mistake I ever made...deciding to walk from my small town of Coulhurst all the way to the city of Lethbridge to go to chapters. Where I thought the tort card where hinting I would meat Tom, not that I actually though I would I just wanted to go, and they were egging me on to go, something else that I could inform you all about is that there is many different realities not just the one you live in and unfortunately that mean that there are many, many different versions of ourselves and unfortunately, I did not contact just my version of Tom Hiddlston but I contact all of the others two, I have no idea how I managed that... the one that came was not my Tom from my world but from another and that means I could not see him.  

I still don’t know if I have talked to the Tom from my world, I guess I won't know till I get the chance to meet him in person, if that ever happens of course, let's see... I died in other reality's more times than I could count, mainly because I can't remember, being stabbed in the back by a trickster god called Loki a few dozen times and I don’t mean from the Norse mythology I mean by the Loki from the marvel movies, ya because that’s a thing....  

Everything you watch is a window to another reality and dreams are something of the same, now there is more like I can put myself into movies and shows I watch and I can hear what the characters are thinking and saying, not to mention in the begging I thought whatever I do in my mind what actually happen in the other reality's I was thinking I was in, now I changed that it just everyone imagining it but not really having it happen, I did a lot of not so nice stuff and still do but at least it's not real, I was sent to hell a few times wish I know what heaven was like, think I got jipped on that one, worst thing I ever did really was sole chock from when I was at school and church, I did watch some porn that was not meant to be watch by anyone's eyes and played some pornographic games but I don’t think I'm meant to go to hell for it...  

Apparently the ‘devil’ just wanted someone on one time, I brought myself back to life as soon as I knew I was dead, well eventually sometimes, it was just tiering having to do that all the time, oh by the way I can do that bring myself back it along with anything else you can think of, I can do anything I want too in other realities, does not work in my reality but then again I can't be killed by other people from other realities in my reality, also I got murdered on my way to chapters stabbed and molested by some random guy still not sure about the whole story behind that one my mother found me walking still to the book store in my reality, that was a trip I tell you, before I was picked up I somehow jumped into other bodies of the actors who had flown down with Tom and had found me at my house.

I did end up at the store but of cause no one showed up, that was one journey I won't soon forget, I  found out that my other selves where from other realities and that characters I created comes to life, like since tv and movies characters where once created, I was not sleeping and was not eating but I was not tiered or hungry but for a girl who did not have the  waite I didn’t need to louse more of it.

I was seeing signs of that my house was evil and that the color red was bad and everything that was ‘dark’ needed to go so I got rid of mostly everything I had in my room that was considered ‘dark’ on top of that lost a caption America sweeter and Tom Hiddlston doll and Spiderman figure and almost lost my phone, it was found  thankfully but not the others.  

Among all the other versions of me there is a few evil characters evil clowns evil demon things a robot some zombies some vampires and a dnd character and an original character called Cally, among others I'm not sure about, one of them is called the moon goddess who has the power to have everyone fall in love with her looks, and it leaks out into me so others from the other universes feel overly attracted to me because of her, there is an off switch but it keeps turning on and she says it's not always her doing it, I'm not sure if I should believe that, Tom has the same thing but I won't know that till later, names the sun god, I'm not too fond of that one, my fault for calling him the sun to my moon, nether one of them where exactly what I though them to be.

it wasn’t just that everyone was attracted it was harassment and no one would take no for an answer I was raped in a lot of realities, it's gotten better but still not perfect yet, they are lucking they didn’t die from doing that to me.  right after I when walking to the book story my mother had me admitted to a mental health facility, where they drugged me up to take away the voiced, it worked but on the down side I could not eat I could not sleep, I was shaking uncontrollably and it was worse than when I was home,  I just didn’t feel the need to sleep or eat at home.

I was drooling from the shot they game me and I was losing wait because I could not swallow the food, it was not a fun time, I was there for about a month after that I want in to shasha house and I was therefore a day or two and they took me to the hospital to see if they could figure out what was wrong with me, they gave me something for the shot I took to get rid of the voices since that’s what was making me have side effects, it didn’t take long for me to feel better, I was in the hospital for about a week or something close, after that I was at my sisters for a few days, meanwhile my mother had got something called global amnesia from the stress.

Then I was back to shasha house I was there for about a week or two and was thinking of the voices again, I haven't heard from anyone since I had that shot but even with everything that happen I still wanted them back I was lonely I liked talking to them I liked talking to Tom, you may think I'm stupid to start this all over again but I don’t give a damn! This time I would tell no one, have it be my little dirty little secret, don’t really remember how I got them back but I did, I didn’t get the right ones though I didn’t know that, I have been going through so many to find the one from my reality, there is no real way to find out who is Tom from my reality I've told Tom who loves  me by now that maybe we should meet at a comic expo somewhere where I can get to, so in Canada hopefully in Alberta.

let's see this second half I got stepped a few times again and mind f*cked a couple of time no more evil things like seeing red and thinking devil is after me, no more going to hell or dyeing, we tried merging all the realities but didn’t work tried to merge all the Toms still don’t know if that works to our advantage or not. I still have my highs and lose, I've run across the first group a few times and they are merged with a Tom who is now called God... btw I HATE HIM!!! Fuck the sun god GOD, ‘GOD Tom’ IS THE WORST!!! I will MURDER THIS BASTERED WHEN I SEE HIM because he lied about being the ‘REAL’. I also decided to stop giving ‘second’ chances to the villains, they just don’t learn.  

I'm sure there is more I could say but that’s it for now, I still haven't seen anything of Tom going to a Con near me yet, I still have a few weeks to go till I go.  

[yeonchi]

Kisekae Insights #7: Chapman Works (Fifi and Roary)

Believe it or not, the Kisekae Project was never just about combining Asian culture with Western culture. As such, anime isn’t the only thing that forms part of my project.

Fifi and the Flowertots is one of the earliest things that I adapted in my personal project, even before Doctor Who. When I was in my Dynasty Warriors phase, assigning warrior names to my friends and classmates, the characters of this series were some of the first fictional characters to be assigned warrior names or implemented in my stories. They had a heavy impact on Hiroki’s story before he came onto Doctor Who.

During the many times this series aired over 2005-2015, I never really got to watch it a lot, either because it never aired at the right time for me to be able to watch it, or because my parents would be watching their Chinese TV shows (I may have missed out on some parts of my childhood because of it). Therefore, watching this series became a bit of a guilty pleasure, especially considering that I was growing out of its target demographic. Luckily, thanks to the internet, that doesn’t matter anymore.

Its sister series, Roary the Racing Car, was also one of the first series to be implemented. Only the human characters were given officer names (because how can cars fight, just saying), but in Gokaiger, the cars were given an important role as well. A couple of characters also became Kamen Riders.

Here’s another thing that may surprise you; Fifi Forget-me-not was Hiroki Ichigo’s wife before Akari. In other words, Fifi was my first waifu. Let’s jump into the explanation.

A Flower out of the Garden: Fifi in the Parallax War

Fifi was the first of the Flowertots to end up in this world before the rest of them came in the Dimensional Merge. Their story differs between the two timelines, but out of the Flowertots, only Fifi lived through and remembered both timelines. During the first timeline, Fifi acted as the counterpart of Rose Tyler from BBC Doctor Who. The timeline splits in January 2007.

In August 2006, Fifi fell into a portal that looked like a puddle and ended up on Earth. Hiroki, who happened to be in the area, finds her and offers to help her get back home. On the way home, Hiroki and Fifi also encounter another girl from his province who fell asleep on the train back home and ended up where they were. Hiroki takes Fifi and the girl, who we’ll call Narutaki (it’ll be important when I cover Decade), back to his city. When they get back, however, Narutaki can’t get back home because her prefecture is being invaded. So, Fifi and Narutaki became Hiroki and Parker’s roommates. Hiroki and Fifi eventually fell in love and became a couple.

In the first timeline, where Hiroki and Fifi left Parker in the second timeline, Fifi met the Third Doctor when the department store she was working was infiltrated by Autons. Things went from there and the three were swept into the Parallax War. Fifi reunited with her friends as well. At one point, Fifi disappeared and the Doctor, with help from Hiroki, Buttercup, Daisy and Flutterby, managed to find her.

At some point, Fifi discovered that her great-grandparents were named Billy Alkanet and Jackie Fiddleneck. While Billy is dead in this universe, he was alive in a parallel one, namely Billy’s World. After the first couple of episodes of the Fourth Doctor’s first series, Narutaki went back home and her role was replaced by Jackie. At the end of that series, Hiroki, Fifi and Jackie were forced to go to Billy’s World because of “Void stuff”.

The Doctor had fallen in love with Fifi during their travels and so did she, to the point where Hiroki started to feel neglected. But after being sent to Billy’s World, Hiroki and Fifi rebuilt their relationship as they managed to leave that world and fight in the Parallax War. They would later get married as well.

At some point, they reunite with Narutaki and the Doctor. After the final battle, Hiroki, Fifi and Narutaki were de-aged a few years due to a gift from the gods or time paradoxes stabilising or something like that. As a result, the three were sent back in time to where the timeline split in order to live the years they missed. Narutaki went back home, leaving Hiroki and Fifi with Parker.

End of Innocence: Flowertots in the Time War

Now, Hiroki and Fifi are living in the second timeline. From Parker’s point of view, he is unaware that they had even gone anywhere. Hiroki and Fifi decide to keep their marriage a secret from everyone else in this timeline until they have a second wedding ceremony with them.

Soon after, the Flowertots come to Earth in the Dimensional Merge and Parker, Hiroki and Fifi go to visit them to the north of their city. Bumble sees Hiroki with Fifi and tries to fight him, but Parker and Fifi stop him. When the Flowertots are attacked by Parker and Hiroki’s comrades, they get scared and the three have to fend them off. Parker, Hiroki and Fifi decide to teach the Flowertots how to fight, eventually recruiting them in their army. Violet becomes enamoured with Parker and they eventually begin a relationship. Like Hiroki and Fifi before them, they get married as well.

On Christmas 2008, Fifi and Violet gift their husbands the swords that would signify their presence on the battlefield. In another universe, the swords were known as the Twin Moon Swords and they had three modes they could switch into by channelling the power of light or darkness into them. I realise that there are negative connotations with gifting swords, but given what happens next, you can say that it could be foreshadowing something as a result of the bad luck associated with it.

A couple of years later, a rebellion forced Parker’s army (and its parent army, their primary school army) to split, just as they were transitioning to secondary school. Parker had been planning to move his army to another province so they could still be together. When Parker and Hiroki were separated during their escape, Hiroki was found by the Flowertots, but they were defeated with only Hiroki managing to escape. They later made their way to where Parker intended to move his army, with their commander seemingly nowhere to be found.

Later, Hiroki officially joined his secondary school’s army while working with Parker to rebuild his army. Hiroki fell in love with Akari and at one point, Fifi saw them together and became heartbroken. When Parker’s army heads to assimilate the Flowertots with help from Hiroki’s new army, Fifi eventually confronts Akari with Parker, Hiroki and Narutaki and goes to fight her, but they stop when they get into a Mexican standoff. The Flowertots surrender and Hiroki and Parker reconcile with Fifi and Violet. However, following Parker’s death in October 2011, the Flowertots decide to go back to Flowertot Garden, at which point they were assimilated by the fairies of Never Land. Hiroki and Fifi never applied for a divorce and Hiroki would later begin a relationship with Akari.

So how do I explain Buttercup, Daisy and Flutterby? Well back then, the birth of new Flowertots was rare and it happened once every four years. Towards the end of Soulbound Series 1 (which I wrote in 2019), it would be revealed that Buttercup and Daisy were growing under the ground (in October 2007) and Flutterby offered to be their guardian. They were born the year after, but they fell through time and space and they didn’t show up in the second timeline until 2010 (before that, they were involved in the first timeline in 2009). Buttercup would idolise Hiroki for his heroism and skill.

Ever After: The Flowertots in Never Land

Some storylines in this section were inspired by two of EmmaKoeni’s crossover stories with the Tinker Bell movies, namely 2 Worlds, 2 Different people, 1 Mind and Bethany. Sadly, the latter one seems to have been abandoned, but I got enough out of it to write about what happened to the Flowertots after they went back.

There weren’t a lot of Flowertots in Flowertot Garden before they were assimilated by Never Land. Since then, Flowertot Garden prospered thanks to the help of the fairies. New Flowertots would arrive on babies’ first laughs at the pollen tree, their counterpart of the pixie dust tree. A Flowertot named Lillyana became the Queen of the Flowertots, but when she was exterminated by the Daleks, Daisy (yes, the same Daisy from the show) became Queen.

In August 2012, the Flowertots became aware of Antoni’s plan to detonate the Reality Bomb and Fifi was sent to find the Doctor and help him stop it. The science-talent fairies gave her a prototype Soul Talisman, similar to the item of the same name in Kingdom of Paradise, that would resurrect her if she were to be killed. However, because it was a prototype, the process would be similar to Time Lord regeneration. Another account I wrote, before the Never Land storyline came to be, was that Fifi got the Soul Talisman from the Torchwood Institute while hopping universes. While she did find the Doctor, however, she was shot by a Dalek and proceeded to regenerate, thanks to the power of that Soul Talisman.

However, Fifi’s use of the Soul Talisman did have a side effect. By October 2015, Fifi was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, but Fifi being Fifi, she forgot that name at some point. She was gifted a sonic screwdriver from someone who was revealed to be one of Hiroki’s echoes. Fifi met the Doctor and Hiroki for the last time, with the latter staying the night before she died. In my story, I had a plot where the fairies and Flowertots were segregated by a barrier at the border between Pixie Hollow and Flowertot Garden, which Hiroki destroys together with Fifi using their sonic screwdrivers.

Before Hiroki goes home, he realises why his future self gave Fifi a sonic screwdriver; because he saved her consciousness in a neural relay that he installed. With this, he rushes to Dewey’s library in the Winter Woods and uploads Fifi’s consciousness into a supercomputer, with an artificial version of himself and a male child to be with. Sure enough, an echo of Hiroki gives Fifi a sonic screwdriver.

As a result of his deeds during the Time War, Hiroki was revered as a legendary figure throughout Never Land. Soon after Fifi was uploaded to the supercomputer, she and Hiroki were revered as their gods. Hiroki stated that he would never come back to Never Land once he left, but little did he know that things would bring him back there in the future.

In the Series 9 finale, Violet led the Autons and the Never Land Army to Sekigahara, but they were held up by the Sanada Army, led by Ms Mimi, at Ueda Castle. As shown in The Pilot, they were forced to retreat when the Daleks attacked and exterminated their troops.

Protecting Smiles: Flowertots in the Moushouden Series

In Decade, Narutaki was on a mission to defeat Kamen Rider Decade, Hiroki, as she believed him to be “the destroyer of worlds”. She went to Never Land and gave Firerose, a male rose Flowertot, the Arcle with the intent to have him defeat Decade as Kamen Rider Kuuga. Later on, he joined Hiroki and his other companion on their travels.

They would also encounter a male lilac Flowertot, Lilimuro, who had left Never Land to explore the Mainland, but didn’t come back because he discovered a family being targeted by monsters with the father being incapacitated due to a condition. His appearance would be copied by Roidmude 006, who became the Blazer Roidmude and played a part in Narutaki’s plot to trigger the Global Freeze. His confrontation with Firerose would lead to his defeat when the latter unlocked his Ultimate Form and defeated him with the Ultimate Kick.

Violet would also leave Never Land to travel Earth because she got tired of Flowertot Garden no longer being the quiet place she knew before the Time War. She worked as a mechanic at Silverhatch Racetrack in Big Chris’ absence before joining the Kougami Foundation and becoming Kamen Rider Bravo. Later, thanks to her links with the Kougami Foundation, she established an army of Kurokage Troopers on Never Land as the fairies and Flowertots join Hiroki in ransacking the Citadel of Hirokis.

Roary the Racing Car

No, we didn’t forget those guys. It’s just that they didn’t have as much prominence in my project compared to the Flowertots.

During the Time War, Big Chris and the other human/animal characters were all part of Parker’s army. They and the Flowertots were usually grouped together in battles. When the armies were forced to disband by the government in July 2012, Big Chris and the others went back to Silverhatch Racetrack.

The characters wouldn’t be prominent again until the Moushouden Series. In Decade, Flash became Kamen Rider Drive thanks to Narutaki, who had used Gold Drive’s power to steal the Tridoron, the Shift Cars and Drive Driver from Shinnosuke Tomari. Mr Carburettor, Flash’s arch-nemesis, becomes Mashin Chaser and attempts to return the Drive Driver to its former owner. Later, when Narutaki has no further use for Flash, she takes the Drive Driver and throws it away, but luckily, Shinnosuke catches it. Seeing Flash’s repentance and wish to become a hero, he is given the means to become Kamen Rider Chaser by Shinnosuke, Hiroki and Mr Carburettor before he joins the other Riders in defeating Narutaki as Gold Drive.

Soon after, in Gokaiger, the Go-Ongers and Gekirangers work to create the former’s Megazord Power, the Turbo Falcon Zord, using the data of the cars. When they attempt to power up the Engine Cast, however, a system overload causes the cars’ consciousnesses to be sent into the Cell Chip loaded in it, leading to them all fighting for dominance in a pocket dimension. When the Gokaigers tame the Zord, Roary comes out as the dominant mind while the other cars decide to act as support.

#kisekae insights #fifi and the flowertots #roary the racing car #doctor who #kamen rider #super sentai

[mileycfan4eva33]

A/N: Disclaimer: This fan-fiction is based on the Irish Girl band B*witched they were popular in the late 90's. Till they're breakup in 2002 the events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual ladies in the group no real last names will be used; I've changed the names and ages of all the ladies children—warning for expletive language in some areas of this fic/ same sex coupling. Point of Views will switch chapter to chapter, so please pay attention to whose name is on top of each chapter. B*witched reunited in 2012 as part of the Britain TV reality show called the Big Reunion and are now preforming all over Europe. To keep it true to who they are I will try to use Irish words and phrases. I suggest listening to We've Forgotten How by B*Witched when reading this chapter. End Long-Author's note.

Fandom: B*witched

Title: Silent Movie

Chapter One: Awake and Breathe

P O V: Edele

My eyes sweep over my living room as I wait for my thirteen-year-old son Baird Chase DeChance to come downstairs. A cold chill runs through the course of my body leaving me shaken as I take a look around at my now empty house; Tears line my face burning my skin I can feel my nose starting to run. Nothing about this feels right; I feel so damn lonely none of my family live here in Ireland anymore, I haven't a soul to help me through this.

How did I get to this place? I've never been a loner growing up here; my family lived in a bungalow style home with my four sisters Tara, Allison, Naomi, and my twin sister Keavy and our only brother Shane. Our house had always been filled with music and laughter; we got on well hardly ever fighting with each other compared to most of our friends who had siblings. Keavy and I had rooms that were adjoined by a shared bathroom. Half the nights, we were cuddled in the same bed laughing as we flipped through magazines or giggled over cute boys.

At eighteen, Keavy and I went on tour with two of our best friends Lindsay and Sinead together we make up a girl-band called B*witched. Five years spent traveling all over the world assigned when to eat, where and when to sleep which places to go; we were together all the time—surrounded by hundreds of people in the industry.

There was never a moment to ourselves some days I didn't even know who I was without the other girls. Most days, I didn't notice we were way too busy to see anything about ourselves, never mind each other. Than after five years as the music industry changed, and record labels merged we were dropped suddenly. I was alone for the first time in my entire twenty-one-years on earth and for two weeks. I went on a drinking binge in America.

I was lost for so long afterwards, I returned to Dublin to figure out the next move I changed jobs a few times within the music industry over the next two years. At the same time, trying desperately to keep my twin sister from sinking into a state of depression; while I was able to shake it off with work. Keavy seemed to fall further and further unable to find herself lost in a trap of fame. Keavy didn't know who she was, where she fit into the world without the group without being in my shadow. For years she complimented suicide, which has shaken me to my core even now nearly twenty years later.

In the middle of Keavy's battle with depression, our cousin introduced me to a friend of hers, Aidan DeChance, a country star from America rising on the charts. I wasn't prepared to fall in love when she set us up on the blind date, but the minute I saw him I was gobsmacked by how gorgeous he was, the fact that he was a musician only intrigued me more.

We dated for over a year before we tied the knot. For a while, Keavy even dated Aidan's brother Tadhg but her depression caused them to fight even after discovering she was pregnant. Tadhg couldn't handle the changes in Keavy's moods or Keavy's inability some days to even get out of bed, to go to work, so he left. Maybe I should have seen the warnings if his brother was such a prince that he would leave the woman he swore he loved who was pregnant with his child may be the apple didn't fall far from the tree. I didn't see the warning though if I did, I had no clue it was warning me to run to save myself from the same fate of Keavy's depression.

For years after we married, our home was filled with love, laughter, and adventures a year after Aidan and I married; we had our first child, our son Baird a year later his sister Caoimhe Medb came into our worlds. We traveled a lot for Aidan's career until the kids became old enough to attend school full-time than the kids, and I settled in Ireland; maybe I should have known it would have ended this way, but I never dreamed forever would end. I never believed the rumors the fucking tabloids printed that Aidan was cheating on me; they wrote the same shit about me. Every time I stepped outside with one of my male co-stars or new artists emerging from my new record label, I knew I wasn't cheating.

I trusted Aidan's word in his vow to honor me, treasure me love me forever. Even when he was away touring with some of the most beautiful talented women in country music, I believed in our vow. Till now till this moment.

Tears roll down my cheeks I feel my throat tighten as my eyes land on the front door now only one pair of shoes sit by the wall where the shoe rack used to be filled with mud-covered shoes, now the stand is gone packed with all the other belongings being shipped to various parts of the world. Only my boots remain lonely and small in the space of our big house. Gone are the days of laughter and dreams being squealed out in between fits of tickles.

Tears roll steadily as I try to wrap my head around this; how could this be true? How could Aidan give up so easily on everything we built all the dreams we were dreaming? When did marriage become a vogue of one? Where were the signs I missed? The house is so quiet now. I don't know how Aidan feels; I wish I didn't give two shits, but I do. I love him. I don't know if I will ever stop loving him I want to I could then the pain wouldn't stab my heart so bad it wouldn't make my stomach clench or take my very breath away from me.

My foot slams into the back of the wall, my body sinks to the floor the room is spinning so badly; I feel as if I am going to vomit at any moment. One minute I am burning hot, the next I am shivering cold sweat rolls down my back, which hits the wall as my body convulse into sobs. My marriage is gone, my daughter has chosen to live with her father in America three months ago now, my son has adopted the same choice.

Pain and tension form in knots in the back of my skull I know a violent headache is coming for months I have been dealing with them. I can't do this anymore, not alone looking around; I feel that my whole world is ending everything is gone. In the blink of an eye, all my dreams, hopes, and plans were gone.

Find the rest here. 

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13679343/1/Silent-Movie

#Bwitched Music #Irish #girlbands #muscians #music #divorce #singers #femaleempowerment

[twinflameshardcore]

Disclosure and further awakenings

I have written in one of my blog post lately, that around 2 years ago I received a glimpse about an alien contact, disclosure, anything like that to happen between December 9th-24th, 2017, that it will be a preparation for a real contact with aliens, with beings from other dimension, whether energetically or physically. And so it has begun :)

This is the news on CNN today, not that this is the best media, since they cause bad blood very often but it has been said that major media will post news about aliens when the time is right. Pentagon had that ‘threat searching’ program they abandoned in 2012. How meaningful about the date. This means that somebody in Pentagon must have gotten a channeling that they should stop assuming that aliens would be a danger but rather wanted allies to let us fight against all those ‘archons’ here on Earth, and above. That they needed to let go and let the outside help in. This is also no coincidence that the newest Star Wars premiere happens this season ;)

This also means that soon I’ll be allowed to fully tell the real story of Draconians (pieces of the story I’ve received so far from my higher self, which match together well and these will be from the very source as I’m a Draco-human) because there will be more understanding about who we are and why we happened to be in this solar system. Not for bad reasons at all, but just like between humans, there are good and bad guys, those who turn to greed & control instead of staying on the original path, and those who keep supporting love and spiritual progression. I’m still awaiting that inner impulse of ‘sit down and write’. We, true Dracos, dragons and seraphim basically remained hidden and quiet during centuries to let liars talk and threaten people against us, to then let the people awaken on their own and see through illusions, to discover the truth and chase the liars away ;]

My twin cut any contact with me which is not unusual but this year has been just horrible in terms of our lack of verbal communication. It’s all him, I’ve  reached out on countless occasions. I feel him and I know that he began feeling me more and more which may come as a shock for him, yet a confirmation that we share the same spirit. Merging in spirit continues, we bring each other amazing harmony and love at times. I had to let go of trying to compare it to a rough reality. There are 2 realities which are merging and helping us live in one, the better only. I had the most meaningful experience lately on 12/17 which felt as if 2 grids in your spirits and bodies matched perfectly, so called blueprints of us two. It felt like there were grids on our chests and in bodies and all of ‘eyes’ of that grid matched perfectly with the other, like numbers 1 with 1, 2 with 2, 3 with 3 etc.

Is my twin awakened yet? I don’t know, due to lack of communication. I’ve done my job, researched, understood who I am, accepted that I’m very powerful and I know the real truth different to that it is shown on Earth which definitely involves religions. I don’t see the entire picture yet but there’s definitely more to come which will be just a pure relief for the brain mostly because it will no more have to ignore, deny or search for ‘facts’ it hadn’t been taught on Earth. My higher self told me to be quiet now, because it’s his time to awaken further, to have his realizations, to research, to verify within that what I shared with him during the last 4 years - discoveries I was receiving via own channelings about myself and us. I’m now a living confirmation of all he could receive, and as a forerunner, I can be also a guide for him, if he asks. But it seems once we meet in person again, who knows when, maybe in 2018, we’ll be fully synchronized, energy, light bodies and knowledge. There’s no such a thing that one can be denying and rejecting truths which are bombarding them. If you came here and forgot who you are, then you will be recalled and you need to accept it as there comes a liberation thanks to this knowledge, a former charisma, skills, inner power and self-esteem will be retrieved to stay.

This time now is the beginning of a quick yet fast awakening of these who are only facts-orientated, who only listen to ‘specialists’, to the people with scientific degrees, to what is written in serious books published by serious publishers and also what is on the TV too - the last wave of people who are not spiritually orientated yet whose souls are ready to switch from the brain/ego to the heart/spirit. Year 2018 will be for them to wake up and understand while we, so far awakened angelics will be benefiting from our hard work, in any way possible. If you were pulled to do something which your heart enjoys, it’ll continue with fascinating effects, and you will be guided further, by your Self. Our higher original versions are entering our Earthy copies to replace them further. Often you will discover that you feel like being steered from inside, that something moves your hands, legs, makes decisions for you, that your human, fear or ego driven willpower will be ‘turned off’ and at certain times the angelic/higher you inside of you will take the lead. It’s very useful to help deal with problems we thought were lost. We still can win. I find such events fascinating. We should not fight with it, because these ‘original versions’ entering us, they are most advanced us, they spread within us, from the hearts outside. They know us, they have been observing us all the time since we were born from the Light, they are our good twins as in number 11. In a twin flame relationships, 11:11 means that we come as 4 folks together, 2 of me and 2 of the twin. They love us and they arrive with certain goals to make us do next, which goals we’ll love because they fit into what we like doing, into our dreams, favourite activities, passions, and desires. If the topic of love was your all-time direction, to give love, to be in love, to open hearts, to transmute/merge masculine and feminine through love and sexuality, to make people happy, to be with that One and only man/woman, then I feel there won’t be any replacement. You’ve been doing what you were guided to do, unless you keep sabotaging yourself against your happiness. This means there’s a negative energy attached to you, a distortion which has to be removed, and which will eliminated thanks to the ascension. These energies won’t survive in high vibration which our bodies pick up (through plasma bodies’ liberation and expansion) but it’s also your job to 'scan’ yourself, find the leeches and order them to go to hell, alone. Be guided by your heart, not the ego.

I had experienced at least 2-3 shifts this month so far, which were related to changing dimensions and the plasma body further stretching and liberation. Moments of huge inner acceleration, high vibration, rods of light drilling though me, inner explosions from the solar plexus and heart into the root chakra etc etc etc. My eyes lately felt like crying, and some layer in me felt like melting, but I’m physically and mentally OK. I’m prompted to drink a lot of water and also eat chocolate or magnesium & potassium supplements once a day to help the heart and nerves cope with the structural upgrades. I sleep with minerals/gemstones and I walk in the nature to let the Earth take & disintegrate all those ‘toxins’ from me which were created by all those energetic transmutations. Everybody have their own symptoms depending on what the light body dies within.

I also had very clear, spiritual visits from the two men from my life with whom a spiritual connection was instant. One died in 1999 so I only meet him in dreams occasionally. He was 16 y.o. when I was in love with him back then and 22 y.o. when he died in a car crash. Lately however, thanks to dimensions merging, we have gotten into what I’d call a ‘union’, an agreement that he loves me and I love him, that it was expressed openly in the dream, and obviously had no effect on me and the twin relationship. It was my personal experience to let my soul recollect the energy which was mine and which I gave the other guy in a college. For him it was to express his old love to me. I knew if he survived and he would be in his 40s now, we would meet and he would not hide his feelings or attraction to me, but it would be too late because I’m reserved for my twin.

The other whom I’ve strongly felt lately was a one time lover who I had met way before I met my twin. Me and that guy, had an amazing one-night sexual release and healing in 2002 and we also talked about stars, the Big Dipper specifically. He was 4 years younger than me, so as old as my twin, completely not into spirituality at the time, yet  he liked surrounding himself with incense sticks, blue color, candles, fire, wood and plants, mostly thanks to his mother. Once I came into his house, I felt like ‘at home’ which was very weird as I never feel good at anybody’s apartment. But the energy there was harmonious, healing so I assume it was his mother who was some kind of angelic, yet I never met her. I can now ‘call’ out his energy and he becomes aware, he listens. So I assume something must have happened to him these days, most probably he had an awakening, his soul started communicating with all those beings he had met and verifying who was most important, and at the same time, he was ‘informed’ who I am (not as a human but deeper) and perhaps we may come from the same group of Dracos considering our sexual skills. We never met later after 2002 and I’m OK with bridges burnt as I don’t want to be tempted, yet we were completely different humans, with different lifestyles and interests so this chapter had been closed forever just right after it began. It was just very surprising to feel the guy again so directly around me after so many years passed by. This means that their divine masculine energies found me to give me back that what belonged to me, the fire, interest, healing, sexuality, parts of my original energy. If energy of men/women from your past appear again in your energy field and act as if accompanying you, it may mean the same - they came back to return what was once yours. Your gifts are being returned to help you feel more powerful within once your plasma body expands so that you no more stretch yourself emotionally between past boyfriends/lovers even if you moved on and forgot about the guys a long time ago.

The most important thing is to know that your soul/spirit had received all possible orders and directions way before you incarnated in this lifetime, and is aware of the timing like a good soldier to apply to orders when they are shouted. So you don’t have to work hard on yourself, meditate etc. Listen to your body and the higher self only, they will tell you what you need to do. Such an inner advice is always free, you don’t have to pay anybody to guide/heal you, unless you want it and can afford. I’ve never paid for any spiritual healing, any coaching, any reiki, because I have this knowledge on my own and I let it guide me. I’ve been always led by my Self and it’s only my impatience (the fire element) to accelerate things unnecessarily, yet when they finally happen, it’s always a relief and the inner yell ‘I knew I was doing it right!’ :)

I’ve been seeing 11:11 frequently lately, as much as my birth date and number 33 as well (my birth number). I had an outburst of inner power, and meaningful dreams and I wrote a few messages to my twin that I knew I’d been here to guide and protect him as I am the spiritually stronger of us two to take on discovering and awakening first. It’s the feminine who liberates the two twins (in this life time, I’m a former masculine energy who is a feminine in this life, might have happened I was also a female warrior before, a muscular type) Females are those strongest who have proven themselves, who have chosen true love (not suffering, slavery or delusions) as the only solution.

It’s not a coincidence that this female warrior/savior theme is being brought to the masses via movies these days. Main characters in the sequels of movies like Mad Max, Dr Who, Star Wars are females! This is a message to all masculine to tell them they have to listen to us (and their inner divine feminine part of the energy, we’re always 2 in one) because we, females are the liberators. We’ve sacrificed a lot and it’s time for a lasting reward. We have liberated ourselves from the mental programming faster, and we can bring the same healing to the men (because often they do not have the crown & heart channels open enough) through love because we can do it only via hearts, not brains. Yet we need men as much as they need us to become One again, to retrieve the whole original harmonious aspect of the angelic being, the two in one, acting as one. On thing to mention - the law of non-interference! This sucks, but we, human angelics are bound with this law as much as many aliens races and even our galactic families out there. We can be equipped with all kinds of solutions, tools and sneaky ways of delivering knowledge, but it’s the masculine who needs to want to open and be healed, as much as we need to open to be transmuted by the Light. Nothing can be forced out or accelerated, thus if you feel the Light works too hard on you, request it stops and returns when you are able to take it in again. It will be probing continuous, so you won’t miss it ;)

More and more of us will be convinced that we are forerunners and all we have endured so far was a smartest choice, that our souls have chosen to do it earlier than others. We’re special. As much as our progress had been observed, we’ll be watching others awakening these days but we will have our personal goals to continue with, as brought by our higher selves.

The movies I listed above resonate with certain groups of people - Mad Max with those of you, who like me came across a global catastrophe, most possibly on Mars but could be also on a parallel Earth or elsewhere in another galaxy. I don’t resonate with Atlantis, Lemuria etc, not my past. The main theme of the movie is a survival, by being smart, courageous, to fight, to win, to kill the enemy. Then Dr Who would be for, I’d say - magicians, empaths, time travellers, good spirits who wish to remove mistakes and change realities for the better, by making sudden interventions. Finally, Star Wars - a topic of a universal duality which causes damages, wars, a fight for control, good against evil, rebels and attackers. It’s for all of us who had fought in galactic battles, specifically during Orion Wars, for Sirius, for Betelgeuse, for Vega/Lyra, because the ‘above’ is reflected ‘below’ - the witch hunt, Crusades, an unfortunate colonization of Africa and Australia by white people, WWI, WWII, wars in Middle East, in Ukraine, Germany, holocaust camps in Poland, slavery in Egypt, abuses in Africa, Japanese kamikaze, nuclear bombs, these are only a few reflections of the ‘above’, the very old galactic issues. These have one source of war, the cult of blood, the destruction of the human DNA and a distortion of the connection humans have with other dimensions, beings, where they could get help and wisdom from. There is this ancient saying - ‘all roads lead to Rome’. Not necessarily for trading purposes. The destruction of humans is linked to the Vatican here on Earth (there’s a mirrored place in the galaxy too) but we’ll get to this when the time is right. Religion along with the politics, and money tame our original power, creativity, unity with the Universe and the truth about everything, a wisdom. Star Wars is another mass-wake up call for those who have an inner conviction (often supported by visions, dreams or DNA/astral memories) of being as old as the galaxy, working as a former space ship commander, navigator, mechanic, space inventor, galactic negotiator, space clipper pilot, who enjoys the speed of flying, who is familiar with the most extreme sensations like coming through a black hole, being disintegrated, exploded, but also who remember seeing planet-size spaceships. It’s for all those who have been fighting for the harmony, wisdom, truth and balance, who know about the problem of duality, who fight against cold-blooded behaviors, and manipulation - the light warriors, galactic warriors, those connected and aware of alien races, Sirians, Arcturians, Draconians, Pleiadians, Lyrans, but also Archons, etc.

If you’re a feminine, no matter of your actual sex, feel being an admired, respected, desired goddess again specially in the end of this year. This is the time for self-love, so much deserved as the self-esteem heals. This pulls not only the love of the twin, whether in spirit only or in person, but also financial opportunities related to what you have been doing so far, as I have experienced.

Happy awakening, and the winter solstice!

Update: I forgot to add that I had a meaningful dream about seeing an alien spacecraft and a message transmitted from it. That dream was on on the night of 12/12 and 12/13/2017. I dreamt of walking in some small, old English city. I was a tourist there. It was the day when I was to leave and I was with the twin in the city but he was somewhere else, busy with things so I was walking to learn about the area a little bit before we leave for good. On my way back to what was some rented apartment, I found myself in a street surrounded by old townhouses. There were a few young people standing and talking. Then I saw that the sky was filled with a fleet of small, 50-100 cm long ‘spaceships’ with lights, I saw no details however. They were flying above the street and houses in one direction. Then from what I thought was a big cloud high above the city, I noticed a part of a big mother-ship materializing. It was that saucer-like aircraft, very pro looking, with white and dark blue parts and a ball-like ‘viewing platform’ attach to one of the sides of the ship. It was really huge but I could see only like 1/4th of the entire aircraft, the rest was covered with clouds. I had dreamt of aliens before and here I got the same kind of telepathic message this time too - ‘Hello, we are on your side. We’re watching, monitoring, we know what’s going on. We are here.’ It felt like they knew what to do but they could take action only if things get out of control on the Earth or were waiting for an order from their main base. If there are positive aliens around, the telepathic message will have a frequency of peace and you will feel it. This is how they’ll communicate with us first, no words but harmonious frequencies sent telepathically, from the heart to heart, to not trigger the brain regardless what it sees and what it thinks. That’s why mastering the heart communication is crucial not only iwth the twin flame, but the rest of beings, and yet it’s the easiest thing to do because all humans were born with it. Human language, the verbal one is an official replacement for the heart communication.

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19 Canadian Podcasts to Download and Listen to Right Now

Need a break from binge-watching TV? Looking for some entertainment while doing dishes for what seems like the millionth time since quarantine began? Check out these 19 Canadian podcasts that touch on things like identity, the culture of celebrity, the intersection of fashion and technology, beauty entrepreneurship, wellness and more.

Breaking Beauty In this podcast, Canadian beauty editors Jill Dunn and Carlene Higgins interview brand founders on how they made it in the business, and share intel on which new launches to buy and the ones to skip.

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Mark your calendars📆!! Jill will be hosting an IG Live with skincare guru & celeb aesthetician @reneerouleau on Tuesday May 5 at 8pm. Come hang out with us!! PS – any skincare questions for Renee? Drop ‘em in the comments below.

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Show Your Work Elaine “Lainey” Lui, founder of Lainey Gossip, and TV writer Duana Taha co-host this weekly podcast unpacking all the recent happenings in the world of celebrity and entertainment. Topics the two covered recently include the post-royal rebranding of Harry and Meghan, Reese Witherspoon’s media empire, and Jessica Simpson’s new memoir.

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle: starting over from scratch https://t.co/8r84tZ8HTl

— Elaine L. (@LaineyGossip) March 30, 2020

Dear Seekers Toronto journalist and social media strategist Sasha Xiao began this podcast in 2018 as a means to connect with “curious, reflective and explorative souls,” seeking deep and honest conversations with a far-ranging roster of women. Recent guests include writer Harriet Alida Lye, wine connoisseur/entrepreneur Nicole Campbell, and store owner Zai Rajkotwala.

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Meet @Harrietalida, a writer, novelist resides in Toronto with her partner, their son and two dogs. ⁠ ⁠ Just at 15 years old, Harriet was diagnosed with a form of Leukaemia called Natural Killer that the average survival time of patients is fifty- eight days. Being the only known survivor of this cancer, Harriet has documented this uniquely important journey in her intimate and powerful memoir Natural Killer, which can be pre-ordered in any bookstore right now. ⁠ ⁠ Welcome to Harriet's world. | Link in bio.⁠ ⁠ Photo: @rawkavai⁠

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A Different Tweed Hosted by Toronto-born, New York-based fashion journalist Bronwyn Cosgrave, this podcast “champions the craft of design,” interviewing artisans, designers, stylists and other fashion innovators. Most recently, she spoke with Billy Porter’s stylist, Sam Ratelle; Mark Bozek, the documentary filmmaker behind The Times of Bill Cunningham; and jewellery designer Annoushka Ducas.

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Friends, find a link in my BIO, to the new episode of my fashion podcast A Different Tweed. Filmmaker Mark Bozek discusses his documentary The Times of Bill Cunningham. The film – about the late NY Times photojournalist Bill Cunningham – ultimately proved the result of an impromptu 4-hour video-taped interview which Bozek conducted with Cunningham in 1993. With that, he merged fantastic Cunningham archive photography and narration by Sarah Jessica Parker. On this episode, Mark Bozek also goes back to his beginnings – recalling his time as serving as personal assistant to the legendary method acting coach, Lee Strasberg as well as working for Willi Smith and revolutionizing home shopping by heading up QVC & HSN. On this slide show you will see a portrait of Mark, who Bradley Cooper portrayed in David O. Russell’s film, Joy. I hope this episode proves inspiring in our time of confinement. Please note: due to social distancing this episode is missing my customary introduction. It goes straight to the conversation. But the intros will return. Stay in. Be safe & healthy. @mark.bozek #billcunningham @greenwichentertainment @bcunninghamfilm #sarahjessicaparker #barrydiller @qvc @hsn #willismith #joyfilm #leestrasberg @maxvadukul #bronwyncosgraveconvos

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Code Black Founded by three women working at some of Canada’s biggest communications agencies, this podcast explores a range of topics—like cancel culture, imposter syndrome, and the intertwining of hair and identity—from the unique viewpoint of black communicators.

The latest episode of the Code Black podcast is about imposter syndrome. Have a listen and dash that ish out of your life. https://t.co/icUuQCkPf5 #rebukeimpostersyndrome pic.twitter.com/qh67oAlxkc

— CodeBlackCN (@codeblackCN) January 29, 2020

Fashion Talks In this podcast, produced in partnership with the Canadian Arts and Fashion Awards (CAFA), host Donna Bishop interviews designers, stylists and industry insiders about how fashion helps shape the world we live in and vice versa. Recent guests include Celine Dion’s stylist Annie Horth, fashion bloggers The Beckerman Twins and Joanna Griffiths, CEO of Knix.

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NEW EPISODE 🎙 This week @thisisdonnab and the @beckermantwins talk all things fashion, influencing & much much more. Calli and Sam Beckerman, aka The Beckerman Twins, started their fashion blog before fashion blogging was a thing and quickly became a fixture at New York Fashion Week and beyond. They candidly share stories about their childhood, running their fashion brand and transitioning to blogging, what it means to be an influencer and their thoughts on fashion and the ever evolving media landscape change. Head to wherever you get your podcasts (@applepodcasts @spotify @googleplaymusic) to listen in & learn all about the Beckermans! This episode was proudly produced thanks to the support of @cadillacfairview & @cftorontoeatoncentre and their digital content initiative, #CFStreaming. #CFTorontoEatonCentre #fashiontalks #BeckermanTwins #TheBeckermans

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Electric Runway How Artificial Intelligence will affect the future of retail, the impact of automation on the fashion industry, and fashion’s contribution to climate change are just some of the topics explored by Toronto journalist Amanda Cosco in this podcast about fashion and technology.

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"When we started @vue.ai, we quickly realized the retail problem is a data problem. The fashion problem is a data problem" ~ Ashwini Asokan ⁠ ⁠ In episode 124 of the Electric Runway podcast, we learn more about the artificial intelligence opportunity for online fashion retailers. ⁠ ⁠ One thing that really blew us away is the ability for generative design (a form of AI) to render images of models in apparel, undercutting the need for a traditional (and expensive) fashion shoot. ⁠ ⁠ To check out the full interview, visit the link in our bio, or subscribe to the Electric Runway podcast on Soundcloud, Spotify, or iTunes 🎙🌙⁠ ⁠ #podcasts #podcast #fashionpodcast #techpodcast #ai #artificialintelligence #retail #retailtech #dtc #ai #tunein #fashionbusiness #fashionindustry #tech #technology #thefutureisnow

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The T-Zone Founded by two Toronto-based beauty editors, Emily MacCulloch and Ingrie Williams, The T-Zone offers “digital beauty content that shares an upbeat POV with accessible advice.” Recent podcast interviewees include Lori Taylor Davis, global pro lead artist for Smashbox; Dr. Frauke Neuser, Principal Scientist at Olay; and Lilli Gordon, founder of First Aid Beauty.

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Have you heard about Ayurveda? Balancing holistic wellness with self-care, Lisa Mattam, the founder of @sahajanskincare, shares the rituals & recipes of the ancient practice that can offer so much right now (read: soothed mind, body & soul). From a stress-busting facial massage to the shine-boosting power of hair oiling, her tips are easy ways to elevate your #selfcare routine.

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Lemon Water Toronto-based Michelle Siman launched Lemon Water with the goal to make wellness attainable, as opposed to “this pretentious thing that not everyone can access.” On the podcast, she invites women like Steph Gee of Gee Beauty, Hana James of Greenhouse Juice and Sara Panton of vitruvi to talk about all things fitness, food, skincare, remedies and rituals. “I’m just having conversations with women who are already my healers; people I looked up to in the industry,” Siman told FASHION last year.

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Retail Nightmares Vancouver-based co-hosts Alicia Tobin and Jessica Delisle invite comedians, musicians and artists to chat about “hellish retail experiences” and many other topics. On the most recent episode, actress, model, storyteller and activist Cassandra James joined the podcast to discuss “ASMR, General Hospital and the hell dimension/patriarchy.”

The Ghosts ( @chimolicious) are joined by phenomenal guest @cassandrajames_ https://t.co/RtKbUu9EQF

— Alicia Tobin (@AliciaATobin) April 20, 2020

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot On this podcast, award-winning Canadian barber Matty Conrad chats with fellow industry professionals about “interesting and divisive topics, sharing valuable advice on how to achieve success in a highly competitive field, and inspirational stories from the hair and beauty industry today.”

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NEW EPISODE: Tabatha Coffey is known for her straight forward, no-nonsense, raw honesty when it comes to the hairdressing industry, the business off beauty, and all the hairstylists and shop owners she's trying to help survive and thrive behind the chair and beyond. This week on @whiskey_tango_foxtrot_podcast I interview this industry business guru to find out how the thousands of shops that are facing tough times can survive the COVID-19 pandemic.

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Beyond Soap Podcast On this extension of her bestselling book, Beyond Soap, dermatologist Dr. Sandy Skotnicki shares the mic with beauty expert Chantel Guertin to have an honest conversation about things that affect skin health beyond beauty products.

New Episode of the Beyond Soap Podcast! @chantelguertin and I decided it would be fun to talk to the global expert on #Goop and its sometime aversion to science-based therapies: @CaulfieldTim Listen: https://t.co/Ok96CSi3BP pic.twitter.com/bCzkxYheCd

— Dr.SandySkotnicki (@DrSkotnicki) February 3, 2020

Born and Raised “Where are you really from?” is a question familiar to children of immigrants in any country, and it’s what gave rise to this podcast from HuffPost Canada. “Part reflection, part storytelling, Born And Raised digs into our experiences and connections with identity, family, and culture,” reads the official synopsis of this podcast, which has released two seasons so far, one focused on food and the second on love.

That @HuffPostCanada podcast I produce? We're BACK! This season of Born And Raised, @alishakapishaa & I share love stories, as told by Canadians from immigrant families.

❤️ Listen to the first two eps❤️ 🎧 HuffPost: https://t.co/WnsfhWWPj5 🎧 Apple: https://t.co/yNVE0f5xL6 pic.twitter.com/7aqVGSSBVc

— Al Donato (@gollydrat) September 30, 2019

Cavern of Secrets This “show about extraordinary women” is hosted by Toronto comedian Lauren Mitchell and has featured the likes of writer Sarah Hagi, author Eden Robinson and rapper Haviah Mighty. If you go back into the archive, you’ll find interviews with Rookie founder Tavi Gevinson, author Cheryl Strayed and musician Tanya Tagaq.

See you in the cavern! Catch up on all the new episodes here:https://t.co/pY5QWje6mp pic.twitter.com/njGkg3iH5a

— Cavern of Secrets (@cavernofsecrets) October 27, 2019

The Brand is Female This weekly podcast is hosted by Eva Hartling, founder of a strategic brand communications agency of the same name based in Montreal and Toronto. The company specializes in working with women-led and women-focused brands in fashion, lifestyle, beauty and more, and their podcast is an extension of that ethos of female empowerment. Recent guests on the show, which features conversations and stories from successful women in various industries, include Florence Gagnon, founder of LGBTQ+ media company Lez Spread the Word; Stephanie Kersta, psychotherapist and co-founder of meditation studio Hoame; and Jennifer Brodeur, facialist and founder of JB Skin Guru.

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Our latest pod features an interview with @florence_gagnon, founder of @lezspreadtheword and co-creator of @femininfeminin_officiel. Catch it at the link in bio and get Florence’s valuable advice for any entrepreneur or creative with an ambitious project!

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WE Well-Being With the entire world grappling with heightened levels of stress and anxiety during the COVID-19 pandemic, this podcast—hosted by Sophie Grégoire Trudeau—couldn’t have come at a better time. Offering listeners hands-on advice, tools and strategies to foster well-being in their lives, guests on the podcast include Tessa Virtue, Silken Laumann and Margaret Trudeau.

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A new WE WELL-BEING podcast is up! On this episode, which was recorded before the COVID-19 pandemic started, I sat down with Margaret Trudeau to talk about how she’s navigated the ups and downs to create a happy and healthy life. She’s a fierce advocate for mental health, and it was inspiring to hear her speak so candidly about her own journey. Click the link in my bio to listen to our conversation and hear her for yourself. #WednesdayWisdom 🇨🇦❤️ On a un nouveau balado UNIS Bien-être pour vous! Dans cet épisode, qui a été enregistré avant le début de la pandémie de COVID-19, je parle avec Margaret Trudeau de ce qu’elle a fait pour passer à travers les hauts et les bas afin de se bâtir une vie heureuse et en santé. Elle a toujours défendu la santé mentale, et c’était inspirant de l’entendre nous raconter son histoire avec autant de simplicité. Cliquez sur le lien dans ma bio pour écouter notre conversation et entendre son histoire par vous même. #SagesseDuMercredi

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The Afterglow This new podcast from Julie Watson and Liz Doyle Harmer, founders of a Toronto-based yoga studio, discusses the societal pressures put on women “gives you the permission and tools to create your courageous second act.” Recent guests include Jennifer Kolari, a child and family therapist; opera singer Measha Brueggergosman; and designer/creative director Tiffany Pratt.

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Inappropriate Questions Season 2 of this CBC podcast features a whole new list of inappropriate questions people just shouldn’t ask—but still do. Like “Are you full-native?” or “Have you lost weight?”. Hosted by Elena Hudgins Lyle and Harvinder Wadhwa, the series deconstructs the invasive questions often asked to different communities, and explores what these questions imply, their social and historical contexts, and why people ask them.

Artist @HanaShafi wants you to stop giving advice on how to manage her IBS—she’s heard it before and you’re not a doctor.

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This Is Not a Drake Podcast This five-part limited series from the CBC explores the evolution of hip-hop and R&B through the lens of Drake’s career. Hosted by radio producer and documentarian Ty Harper, the podcast unpacks rap and R&B’s long and complicated history, dives into the evolution of gender dynamics in hip-hop and the rise of the Nice Guy rapper, and explores how the mixtape revolution made Drake’s success possible.

So it's out. The first episode of a new limited run series I hosted/produced. It uses Drake as a lens to explore hip-hop's ongoing history. So it's kind of about Drake — but it really isn't… which explains the title… 'This Is Not a Drake Podcast'. https://t.co/hEYAUJ3rLB pic.twitter.com/gnXBIZAVEC

— Ty Harper (@TyHarper) June 16, 2020

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date prisa y aprovecha los últimos descuentos de Google Play Store

Como cada viernes, las ofertas han regresado a Google Play para refrescarnos el fin de semana. Decenas de desarrolladores han decidido tirar la casa por la ventana y deducir los precios de algunas de sus mejores creaciones, para permitirnos así conseguir geniales apps y juegos de plazo totalmente arbitrario, o con interesantes descuentos nunca antiguamente vistos.

Esta colección de ofertas se suma a los más de 100 descuentos que seleccionamos a principios de semana, y trae consigo títulos como Droid Automation, o el popular muestrario de carreras Motorsport Manager, que por poco tiempo se podrá descargar arbitrario.

Aplicaciones de plazo para Android en propuesta

Droid Automation – Pro Edition | 1,79 euros 2,99

Planisferio del Mundo – Atlas + | 1,89 euros 2,99

Network Analyzer Pro | 0,99 euros 3,99

Las Notas de la Guitarra PRO | 0,59 euros 1,69

MeowApp – aplicación de sonido bueno astuto | 2,09 euros 9,49

Intrusion Detection PRO | 1,29 euros 1,99

DirectChat Pro (ChatHeads) | 0,89 euros 1,97

Astrolapp planisferio de estrellas y planetas | 0,99 euros 1,99

PhCyber VPN PRO | 2,09 euros 3,09

Equipaje – Cinta de cosas PRO | 0,59 euros 1,69

Himnario LLDM | 7,49 euros 9,99

Touchless Notifications Pro | 2,39 euros 4,89

Sideload Channel Launcher 2 for TV | 1,79 euros 3,79

G-Stomper Rhythm Premium Key | 3,19 euros 6,49

Super Bass Booster Pro | 2,29 euros 4,59

NFC EMV Card Reader | 1,19 euros 3,09

Reproductor doubleTwist Pro (FLAC/ALAC & gapless) | 1,39 euros 1,99

Immersive Mode Manager | 0,79 euros 1,89

Lista de enfermedades | 0,89 euros 3,29

Protect File Pro -Lock and Send File -En/De Crypt | 1,19 euros 1,99

WhatsMock Pro (Ad-Free) | 1,59 euros 2,89

PDF Merge | 0,59 euros 1,49

Diccionario médico | 0,89 euros 3,29

IMPROVE YOUR MEMORY PLUS | 1,89 euros 2,99

HDBrain Optical Illusions Plus | 1,89 euros 2,99

Aplicaciones de plazo para Android arbitrario

Nudos 3D ( Knots 3D ) | De balde 4,39 euros

QR and Barcode Scanner PRO | De balde 1,89 euros

nBubble Pro – Notifications in bubble | De balde 0,79 euros

ElectroCalc PRO (en gachupin) | De balde 1,09 euros

Digits | De balde 0,79 euros

Poke Me – Water Drink Reminder | De balde 0,59 euros

MyLog – Diary + Notes + Pocket | De balde 0,59 euros

SwimE – swim entries, swim times, swim comparison | De balde 1,39 euros

Complex Number Calculator | Polar Complex Calc | De balde 3,39 euros

Cámara 4K Pro – Consumado, Selfie, Video, Foto | De balde 0,59 euros

Temperature Converter Pro | De balde 0,59 euros

Smart Wi-Fi Hotspot PRO | De balde 2,99 euros

Todo Reminder Pro + Widget | De balde 2,99 euros

CineLenses | De balde 4,99 euros

Juegos de plazo para Android en propuesta

Age of Civilizations Europa | 0,89 euros 1,79

Puzlogic | 0,89 euros 2,29

ZombieVital DG | 8,49 euros 13,99

Nice Bowling | 1,09 euros 2,09

Word Gram PRO | 0,89 euros 1,89

The Angry Plátano | 1,09 euros 2,19

Doom & Destiny Advanced | 1,19 euros 2,99

Draw Rider Plus | 1,09 euros 2,19

Doom & Destiny | 1,19 euros 2,99

Bulb Boy | 0,89 euros 2,79

BotSumo – Un duelo de robots para 2 jugadores | 1,09 euros 1,79

Sonya The Great Adventure Full | 1,99 euros 3,99

Cyber Knights RPG Elite | 1,09 euros 3,29

PEG | 0,59 euros 1,09

Hidden Numbers PRO | 0,89 euros 1,89

AFK Heroes | 1,09 euros 2,19

Chess Repertoire Manager PRO – Train and Play | 3,19 euros 6,49

Chiron 4 Chess Engine | 1,99 euros 2,99

Monstapals | 1,95 euros 2,79

Dungeon Adventure: Heroic Ed. | 0,99 euros 2,39

Pocket war 2K | 0,99 euros 1,69

Juegos de plazo para Android arbitrario

Motorsport Manager Mobile 2 | De balde 4,49 euros

Robo Two | De balde 2,69 euros

Ghostpol | De balde 1,09 euros

Monsterville | De balde 0,59 euros

Beneath the Basement | De balde 0,99 euros

Stone Of Souls | De balde 0,59 euros

Idle Fishing Empire – Fish Tycoon Clicker PRO | De balde 2,09 euros

Mystic Guardian VIP : Old School Action RPG | De balde 3,69 euros

Superhero War Premium: Autómata Fight – Action RPG | De balde 0,59 euros

Cubes | De balde 1,19 euros

Into the Void | De balde 4,29 euros

Multiplication Tables 10×10 | De balde 1,09 euros

Angel Fish: VIP | De balde 0,89 euros

Devil Twins: VIP | De balde 0,89 euros

Tower of Farming – idle RPG (Premium) | De balde 0,79 euros

Taxi Driver 2019 | De balde 0,99 euros

Chicken Tournament | De balde 2,5 euros

Infinity Dungeon VIP: RPG Adventure | De balde 0,99 euros

Think Tap Arrange – Brain Game | De balde 0,59 euros

HEXASMASH • Wrecking Ball Physics Puzzle | De balde 1,49 euros

Iconos y personalización de plazo para Android en propuesta

YKP One – for KLWP | 0,99 euros 1,99

YKP Two – for KLWP | 0,99 euros 1,99

Space – Stars & Clouds 3DXL Wallpaper + Cardboard | 0,99 euros 2,49

Hermosura in HD Gyro 3D XLVersion | 0,99 euros 2,49

ctOS UI Full Version | 0,89 euros 1,97

Mars in HD Gyro 3D – XLVersion | 0,99 euros 2,49

Fondos de Pantalla | 1,59 euros 3,19

Ration – Icon Pack | 0,69 euros 1,89

DailyCover Pro | 1,19 euros 2,29

Deep Space Live Wallpaper Pro | 0,59 euros 1,29

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Move Over Sports Cars! Dragsters, Funnies and Altereds Take Over Laguna Seca at Nitro Revival 2

If vintage, nitro-burning dragsters, Funny Cars, and altereds are your thing, Nitro Revival is your event. In just one year, Nitro Revival has gone from an experiment to a must-see happening for historic drag racing machinery.

In 2017, Steve Gibbs, along with a host of dedicated friends and family, had a vision to organize a standalone event that would rival those of the establishment. Nitro Revival was born, and the inaugural offering was held at the Barona Dragstrip east of San Diego. The deal was for one event at Barona, with the Revival’s future being uncertain.

All Smiles: Big Daddy Don Garlits found himself at the center of attention at the 2018 Nitro Revival. His weekend culminated with a trip to the top of the Corkscrew for a photo shoot with Swamp Rat 3.

Buzz started building when Revival 2 was announced, but it was the site that took the drag racing faithful by surprise. WeatherTech Laguna Seca Raceway was the place. Nitro Revival 2 would merge into the Raceway’s Spring Classic, also in its second year. The deal was inked and the tag line printed, “Where racing worlds collide!” Was the Monterey sports car crowd ready for this?

The event was held May 18-20, with Saturday the 19th being the feature day for Revival. Festivities started early on Friday with registration and a host of random fire-ups. Friday concluded on historic Cannery Row at The Clement Monterey, where Mike Dunn hosted a question-and-answer period with Hall of Fame drivers. The evening culminated with an autograph session sponsored by the Jim McLennan (the Champion Speed Shop founder) Drag Racing Foundation and the firing of Swamp Rat 3 on Cannery Row.

Nitro Haze: By day Bob Lawson works for the man himself, Connie Kalitta. But on the weekend, Bob slips behind the wheel as The Bounty Hunter. This beautiful dragster is owned and built by Allen Bridges of Simpson Safety Equipment.

Things got off to an early start on Saturday, as the popping of nitro-burning engines could be heard echoing through the hills of Laguna Seca. As part of the Revival, participants in Ace’s Hot Rod Hangout car show got to take their cars for a supervised lap around the legendary track.

Around lunchtime, push starts took place along Laguna Seca’s pit lane. About a dozen cars pushed off, showing everyone what Revival was about. The cars then parked nose toward the wall at the end of pit lane and stayed running, giving the crowd a small dose of what was to come later in the day.

No Way: Glenn Way and The Ground Shaker were among the fuel altereds at Nitro Revival. Glenn vacated the seat of The Ground Shaker for the weekend, turning the driver chores over to Dale Kraskey Jr.

The “Line of Fire” closed track activities for the day. Any car that could fire did, putting a big exclamation point on what had become very successful days for the Revival team. Cars were started in succession from one end of the paddock, down the row, and then up the opposing row.

Whether you wanted to get a sense of what this nitro thing was all about, or if you were there to bask in the nitro haze, there was no avoiding the roar or the sweet smell of nitro. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Tears were flowing about as fast as the nitro. Ah, heaven! As the last engine expired and the paddock fell silent, a roar erupted from the crowd, stomping their approval for what they had just experienced.

Tight Squeeze: Jim Cooper, his son CJ, and Boogie the Bassett Hound made the trip to Monterey from Washington. Jim’s Model A is powered by a Walt Austin–prepped Hemi. As a bit of trivia, Jim is credited with coining the nickname “Ace” For Ed McCulloch.

The icing on the cake came shortly after the Line of Fire. Word quietly circulated in the paddock that Big Daddy and Swamp Rat 3 were headed to Laguna Seca’s Turns 8 and 8A, better known as the legendary Corkscrew, for a photo shoot. This would be the first—and possibly the last—time a Top Fuel dragster would make its way onto the fabled hill. Sonny Messner was in the seat as Big Daddy smiled for the cameras.

When the crew tried to figure out how to get Swamp Rat back up the steep incline, Sonny shouted from the cockpit, “Just let go, it will be fine!” Everybody just looked at each other as Sonny sat back in the seat. The car was released, and down the hill went the dragster. In a spontaneous act, Sonny released the clutch and was able to get the engine to light as he drove the car back to the pits. Epic!

Stay tuned to nitrorevival.com for info on next year’s event.

Twins: The ageless Mr. Isky, styling in his new Bean Bandits jacket, holds court with a couple of guys who know a little bit about twin-engine dragsters. John Peters (right), owner/builder of The Freight Train, ran both twin small-block Chevys and twin Hemis. Walt Stevens drove Red Fogleman’s Odd Couple, which had a small-block Chevy sitting out in front of a Hemi.

It’s Alive: The long journey to find and restore the one-of-a-kind Buick-powered Skylark flopper named Ingenue has come full circle. Just days after Nitro Revival, owner John Lipori neared completion of the project as the 430ci Wildcat engine was brought to life. John will continue to bring the tune-up along and have this candy-apple-red beauty ready to sing at full song soon.

Fired Up: The drivers and their attire are part of the allure of an event like Nitro Revival. Being period correct is a must; an open-face helmet, fire/breather mask, and a pair of goggles are key. These drivers are strapped in for the mass fire-up on Saturday night.

Small Stuff: TV Tommy Ivo was the consummate showman, and his beautifully appointed racecars were works of art down to the last detail. The drilled and styled steering wheel of Tommy’s Barnstormer is finished with a personalized bolt cap.

Iconic: Historic memorabilia was plentiful at Nitro Revival, but none more unique than Roger Lee’s Smokers jacket. Roger proudly displays the jacket with his Masters and Richter tribute car.

Long Haul: The tale of Rich Guasco’s ’29 Ford has spanned the decades. Rich built the car when he was in grammar school, improved on it as the years went on, and won America’s Most Beautiful Roadster at the 1961 Oakland Roadster show. (For the full scoop on the car, see “Mr. Roadster,” May 2013.) Rich drove his pristine survivor to Nitro Revival.

Champion: Champion Speed Shop and its founder, Jim McLennan, are synonymous with the glory days of drag racing in the San Francisco Bay Area. Jim’s son Bob keeps the legend alive with the Jim McLennan Drag Racing foundation, helping to sustain auto-shop classes in high schools and colleges.

Alias: Drag racer’s alter egos propelled them to great public notoriety and legend status. For Bob Muravez, it was just the opposite. Bob laid low and raced his way into the history books with a very unassuming alias, behind a mask of secrecy. Floyd Lippencott Jr. is seen here pushing off in Tom Hoover’s Fishbowl.

Aces: A big part of Nitro Revival was Ace’s Hot Rod Hangout car show, hosted by none other than Ed “The Ace” McCulloch. Ace took advantage of the early morning quiet to get his hot rod ready for the day ahead.

Honor: Ron Johnson was a big part of Nitro Revival becoming a reality. Ron passed last October, but his contribution to the sport lives on. Ron’s son Kol was in the seat of the TV Tommy Ivo Barnstormer for push starts. We would think the “victory” sign was for the success of something his dad helped create!

Soul Mates: The original Pure Hell driven by Dale Emery is pictured here with the present-day Pure Hell that races in the 6.0 Heritage Series class. The old car has been away from home for quite a while, spending time in museums and private collections. In April, Rich Guasco and company took the old car to Texas for Dale Emery’s funeral and then back home. As they were loading the trailers for Nitro Revival, it occurred to them that the two cars had never been side by side.

Familiar Territory: Big Daddy making some adjustments to the injector on Sonny Messner’s Swamp Rat 3b before a warm-up run on Friday. This is a Garlits-built re-creation of the destroyed SW3b. Of the three original Swamp Rat 3s built, two are restored and reside at the Garlits Museum.

The King: Jerry Ruth wears a hat that says, “I’m the Boss!” There probably aren’t a lot of people who would argue with him. But at the track, he’s known as “The King”—of the Northwest, that is. Aside from his Top Fuel world championship, Jerry is the first person to win Top Fuel and Funny Car at the same event, a feat he accomplished several times.

Sport’n: The Greth and Fisher Speed Sport Special has been starting events like Nitro Revival for many years, for good reason. The car was built in 1955 and retired in 1958. The restoration to race-ready status took place about 18 years ago. Here, the SSP is in a familiar spot, out in front of Steve Gibbs’ Ford for the start of push starts on Laguna Seca’s pit lane.

Reviver: We were surrounded by legends as we joined Steve Gibbs’ driver’s meeting prior to push-start practice Friday morning. When it was said and done, Steve humbly thanked everyone for coming, which was followed by an unidentified voice saying, “No, thank you, Steve!” and a round of applause for the father of Nitro Revival.

Cheers: WeatherTech Raceway Laguna Seca’s Sr. Vice President of Marketing Melvin Record (left) and a crewman prepare to release Sonny Messner for his memorable journey down the Corkscrew in the Swamp Rat 3.

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The Collective

As inhospitable as the desert can be the parched, arid lands are ideal for preserving the ancient cities built in the early days of civilization. These mostly abandoned settlements were scattered across the landscape quietly being buried in the sand.

Still, there were some cities, archaic remnants of ancient kingdoms that had long since vanished, but life went on even as the old dynasties crumbled back into the enteral sand and the people settled around the ancient walls for hundreds of generations went about existence much the same as their vanquished ancestors. These places although mostly forgotten these forerunners of civilization existed alongside the electrified concrete and steel megalopolis that had come into existence in the final terminal stages of human-settled life.

Just as in previous epochs this seemingly worthless place was where empires fought life and death struggles.  Just like the innumerable men of arms who were sent here to pacify these lands over they millenniums Corporal Keller of the US Marines couldn’t comprehend exactly what it was that kept drawing the armies of the world back to this same desolate place.

Keller and his unit had spent the last few days watching drones and bombers, the latest and greatest in hi-tech siege weaponry blast the prehistoric city to rubble. Now it was time for the grunts to go in and blow away anyone that survived the barrage.

The helicopters hovering overhead stirred up the sand into a storm. The air was saturated with the grainy particles that stung at the eyes and skin, but it was at least a mild morning. The desert dew still gleamed in the morning sun and a place white moon lingered in the bright morning sky. The Marines moved cautiously but kept up the pace. Today it was Corporal Kellers turn to be the point man, which meant first one inside, first one to take any fire.

The young soldier and his company had surrounded a courtyard. He was hugging the corner wall at the entrance when the signal was given. Flash grenades were tossed into the open space, and the soldiers quickly moved in. They only ran into each other though. The courtyard was empty.

“Clear,” Keller radioed in.

Keller felt something tap on his shoulder. There was a spot of blood soaking into his uniform.

“What the fuck?”

He looked up corpses were hanging from hastily constructed rafters above their heads in various stages of decay and dismemberment. The helicopters had scared away the scavaging birds, but it was easy to see on the soft decomposing flesh where they opportunistic animals had been feeding.

Keller felt queazy he called it in. “We got bodies hanging here.”

There was the sound of something stirring behind the walls and the jolted Marines raised their weapons. Keller looked at the west and could see two deep red circles. He moved closer and brushed away the sand. It was a drawing of a woman with a plump body and what looked like iron wings. She wore some kind of ceremonial headdress, and her bird-like feet had large sharp talons.

“What the fuck is this?” Keller muttered.

“RPG!” Startled Keller looked up and saw a rocket flying down from the top of the wall, then an abrupted impenetrable blackness.

James jolted awake in his chair. A layer of sweat covered his waxy skin, and he had to catch his breath. “Holy shit,” he cracked as he reached for a nearby glass of water.

The foundation of a collective unconscious is the transcription of memory into the biomolecular structure of the human being. Evolution is by and large a process of trial and error the psyche is where the experiences of our predecessors echo across the gulf of time adding to the notional sum of existence. One of the ways it manifests is through instinct, an innate reaction a sentient being has to a situation it may have never encountered. The enigmatic process is one that straddles the line between the rational and the mystic. It was a painstaking process limited by the crawling pace of evolution.

Legions of faceless specialists directed by an institutionalized disdain for the natural order were activated to construct a more valuable and efficient model for the collective unconvinced. Their nanotech monster was decentralized and of course, data-driven. The microscopic machine was a synthetic virus that transformed sentient human beings into data banks of human memories. The natural incubator for this emergent intelligence was the military, where of course psychological programming is a paramount concern. Unwitting soldiers were merged into a micro-collective conscience. Their experiences of war could now be shared through a real-time data stream. Minature machines bound their minds together and turned their most horrific memories of war into shared experiences.

Retired Major James Fullerton had no inkling of this grand design or his place in its growing web of consciousness. Neither did the doctor who pointed to the small innocuous shadow on the translucent gray and white image of his brain.

“We don’t know if it’s a tumor, but it’s not operatable. I’m sorry, but all we can do is wait and see.” The doctor informed him in his professional but compassionate manner.

Daniel Princip, a friend from his unit, was given a similar prognosis barely six months ago and now he was dead. Granted it was a bullet from his service pistol that released him from his mortal coil and not any sort of cancer or degenerative neural disease, but James knew, and Daniel must have been somewhat aware that the mysterious blemish on his neural tissue was an omen of doom.

James and Daniel were both combat veterans who became friends while witnessing some of the darkest and most blood-soaked excesses of modern war. When they heard the sanitized euphemism for a massacre, their minds conjured up scenes of crushed and mangled bodies. They had both seen mothers carrying the dismembered remains of their children after a “surgical strike” or families wallowing over bloated fly-covered corpses of fathers and sons killed in “counter-insurgency” raids. Despite this, they managed to integrate back into society and keep isolated the contagion of violence that infected their souls.

James was divorced, but amicably so. He had two daughters in college and had enjoyed years of success as a financial consultant. Daniel hadn’t fared so poorly either. He was a lawyer and confirmed lifetime bachelor. The experience of war instilled in him a sense of just how indifferent the universe is and the inevitability of tragedy and undercut any desire or incentive for him to have a family.

Whatever was consuming Daniel from within worked quickly. His body withered away from his bones, and his colorless eyes sank into his gaunt face. He endured every test and consulted every specialist, but there was no conclusive answer. When he told them about the dreams, they suspected his ailment was purely psychological. He was just another soldier being ravaged by the malignant trauma that had been planted in his brain like a ticking time bomb from his service days.

“I keep having these like flashbacks only it doesn't feel like their mine. It feels like I'm in someone else's body watching what they’re watching,” James said with a faraway look in his eyes.

James was intimately familiar with the terror the twin specters of regret and shame could unleash upon their victims gave a sympathetic and understanding nod.

“It’s like watching a movie, and I know something terrible is about to happen but no matter what I can’t stop it. It’s like being a voice screaming inside that kid’s head, but he couldn’t hear me.”

“Boy?” James repeated.

Daniel nodded. “Yeah, his name was Lance Corporal Thomas Johnson that’s who I am a lot of times,” Daniel said before taking a sip of coffee. “At least that’s what the other guys call me. Poor kid, he’s on his second deployment, and his mom’s just been diagnosed with cancer,” Daniel said matter of factly.

When Daniel gave those strangely specific details, Jame’s felt his stomach tie into knots and swell up into his throat. “Huh, that’s kinda weird,” he replied casually.

These visions always a rare occurrence were now steadily commandeering his subconscious. His sleep was now drowning out from the incursions of these living nightmares just like what happened to Daniel. He wasn’t sure how but James knew it was this smudge on the MRI that was the source of these aberrations of war.

The sleep-deprived James was retracted back in his recliner dulling his senses in the ultraviolet lite of the tv mounted on the wall. He absently cycled through the televisions line up, which at this time of night was mostly infomercials. He finally gave up the futile search for entertainment and settled on one of the many twenty four hour news networks.

The screen was bifurcated between an attractive blond news anchor and repeating B-roll footage of a middle eastern battlezone, by now a familiar television backdrop.

The blonde was listening attentively, indicated by the occasional nod to the static voice of field reporter who was summing up all the action that had apparently just happened a few hours ago.

“Around 8:15 this morning the Marines declared the city liberated,” the faceless voice explained while footage of marines putting in a battering ram through and a tank firing a round into a building played in the background.

“The city has been liberated,” the anchor confirmed “but we’re being told combat operations are still ongoing. Why is that?”

There was a short delay between the question and answer while a new loop of battlefield footage started to play.

“Yes, that’s true. Marine units are still engaged in mop-op operations in and around the city. While the military is in control of all municipal and administrative buildings, there are still some terrorist strongholds scattered around, but the military spokesman we talked to says they’ll be clear before the day is out.”

The talking heads on the screen started to sound further and further away until their banter became obscure mumbling. James passively watched the medley of battle and sank deeper into his chair. Whether he wanted it or not he was slowly slipping back into sleep. His eyes fluttered, and his jaw slacked. His head gradually fell back, and the room started to fade away. He was on the edge of sleep when a scene on TV jolted him awake.

It was the courtyard from his dream. The dangling bodies had been taken down and the gangrenous limbs removed but James still recognized the scenery even after it had been thoroughly satisfied. On the west wall was the same etching of the plumb winged woman with crimson eyes.

The ringing doorbell startled James.

“Who the hell could that be?” he muttered. Deciding to ignore the door James picked back up the remote and started flipping around again but whoever had come calling was persistent. The doorbell rang another three times in quick succession.

“Jesus fuckin christ alright,” James snarled.

The ringing continued as he made his way to the door. “Alright alright!” James Hollard.

He looked through the peephole and saw a man probably in his mid to late twenties in rain-soaked clothes with shaggy hair and a beard. James kept the chain lock on the door.

“Can I help you?” He asked visibly irritated.

“Are you Major James Fullerton?” The man asked.

“Yeah, that’s me who are you?” James replied.

The stranger on his stoop pulled out a gun at hip level and pointed it through the space between the door and the frame.

“I really need to talk to you,” he said calmly.

“Oh shit,” James mumbled.

The armed intruder followed behind James with his gun pointed at his back.

“Where’s a place we can sit down and talk?” he asked with a raspy voice.

“Look, man, I won’t give you any trouble. Just take what you want and get going,” James said.

“It’s nothing like that. My name’s Luetenant Phillip Speers second airborne.”

“I retired from the military eight years ago if you have any gripes with them I really can’t help you,” explained James.

Phillip didn’t reply. When they got to the den, he directed James back to his recliner while he sat down on the couch. James paused for a second when he saw Phillip’s left arm was a robotic prosthetic.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, but I considered all the options, and this was the only way,” Phillip explained.

“What’s this all about?” James asked calmly.

Phillip leaned forward. “I got out of the service three years ago, and about a year and a half ago I started having all these fucked up dreams. Now I know what you’re thinking,” Phillip sighed “PTSD right? Well, that would have made sense but these dreams I was having weren’t mine. In fact, I don’t even think they were dreams. It was like seeing through someone else's eyes. Night after night I was back in the desert doing recon missions in a place I’ve never even been before, and for some reason, the guys on the mission all called me James, James Fullerton. I lived through your time in the Subsaharan,” said Phillip. “I know about Daniel, and I know about that boy in the Michael Jordan jersey.”

James was speechless. He’d never told anyone about that kid, but James had spent years and years begging his ghost for forgiveness, or at least what his mind thought his spirit might be like. It was James’s unit that called in the drone strike that incinerated him. Even though he left behind no mortal remains his face was forever seared into James’s memory. He never could forgive himself for sacrificing the child to the cold mechanical hunter

Phillip saw that he had touched a nerve and decided to press his questioning further. “Have you ever met or heard of a marine captain Peter Harding?” he asked.

James shook his head.

“He came to be about a year and a half ago and told me about the same thing I’m telling you now. He knew every dirty detail of my deployment. He knew about friends I lost people I wasted I mean everything. He even knew how I got this,” Phillip said holding up his robotic arm.

“Have you heard of Corporal Keller?” James asked.

“Have you seen the picture on the wall too?” Phillip asked with wide eyes.

James nodded “yeah the woman with the wings and the ruby eyes.”

“Christ,” muttered Phillip “Yeah that one really fucked with me.”

“So what do we do about it?” James asked.

Phillip set the gun down and vigorously rubbed his eyes. “Look, man, I have no idea what they did to us. The VA never told me anything. It wasn’t until I went to a private doctor I found out about the thing in my head.”

“Yeah, the shadow. I have it too.” Said, James.

Phillip sat back. “Well they’re not going to help us with this thing that much is clear, and the doctors tell me they can’t cut it out. So really there’s only one thing to do only one way we can disconnect ourselves.”

“Yeah?” James shrugged.

Without a word, Phillip picked up the pistol, put it in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. A cloud of red mist saturated with pink particles blasted into the air and sprayed the wall behind him.

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why we’re here

Every once in an extended while, my time carousel sees me back at one of three chief creative conceits, each of which I have about a jack/master aptitude for – I audition for a show I feel inclined to perform in, bag it on more occasions than not (due more, I’m sure, to savvy selectivity than ineffable brilliance), and get to act my heart out for two or so months. When this particular hunger strikes, I’m a little more discerning than a relative local and total national nonentity is probably entitled to be. I never audition for musicals, and I avoid the sort of stylized comedy whose illumination depends on that tense and tactile physical control for which we treasure so many different performers. This isn’t because I dislike either type; like any sane lover of art, I adore both if well-executed, and typically, if they’re being put on at all beyond high school, the cast and crew come fairly equipped for such stuff. As a sometime self-styled critic, I frequently marvel at strokes of these varieties. As a sometime self-styled actor, however, both are a bit beyond my reach and my preference. As it happens, I share these aversions with the screen performer I hope hardest to emulate whenever I try my hand at his trade. And as for the kinds of parts I do seek, he’s at the forefront of my mind too. My personal gold standard of acting, which I’ve found is seen as somewhat eccentric in regional context, is what I imagine to be most people’s gold standard in a broader context, and when they choose to think about acting at all: an evocation of reality, in all its mess and livewire unpredictability; a cocktail of arrhythmic emotional waves, bursting with responses apt enough to feel like the actor’s own. When it comes to theatre and film (which includes TV today), I regard no achievement greater than a performance in which actor and role become virtually indiscernible. Even if you have no inkling what the actor is like offstage, my ideal form of acting is the sort where you can’t imagine the human in front of you behaving any differently. Absolute, seamless naturalism, pass before you though jarring and unusual emotional extremes may. This impermeable commitment is necessary in your farces and your operas as well. But hyper human vérité is a flavor of performance I prefer the way I do coconut. I believe, too, that even as one mustn’t suggest a comparative denigration of those decidedly non-vérité forms, there is something of a golden mean quality to what I’m detailing. And when Marlon Brando first brought this sort of acting to the screen, history knows the liberation from all of that recycled cinematic convention was seismic. He wasn’t fluke enough to be the genuine first, of course – many people found theretofore-unseen magic ducking around expectations before our eyes, piercing those heavy (or corny) handed-down hands borne from decades of feeling into a fledgling and formerly voiceless medium. Even more than in small doses sometimes; Brando singled out Eleonora Duse and James Cagney, and if you’re a cinephile you’ve got your own few in mind. But Brando broke that barrier as forcefully and undeniably as Chuck Yeager, or Chuck Berry a few art forms over. Not only did he make such acting fashionable, he made it his calling, one which he honored almost slavishly (though he could be thrillingly novel circumventing it). To the historical chauvinism by which he wins this championship title, you can add American chauvinism too; well before obvious signposts like De Sica, overseas filmmakers and their actors proved to possess a firmer finger on these buttons. And of course, being the first famous realist actor on celluloid is speedily dwarfed by thoughts of centuries of stage performers – not to mention those teachers to whom Brando owed his inspiration, from the incomparable Stella Adler on up the line through Stanislavski. (As he himself would hasten to qualify, I refer to more than the often superficially tricksy “method” stuff.) But even today, when he’s been bested performance for performance by so many people, Brando’s strides, his conviction, avidity, fervor and jazz-like instincts, reverberate meaningfully enough to earn perennial gratitude. Even given the stale trappings of his early, mythmaking work, which weakens it a little now, one shudders to imagine the tradition evolving without his effort, ascendency, and influence. Of course, realism wasn’t the only thing on his résumé. As much as a desire to get it right, his inclination to the style was fueled by a desire to resist any encumberment he encountered – not even the result of oppressive genesis (though having two kinds of alcoholic parent, one loving but distant and one present but angry, can’t be a cakewalk) but an innate waggishness from which he drew his joy and energy. The suburbs in which Brando came of age weren’t unpleasant, but they were complacent and artificial, much like the tenor of the times. A youngster bursting with his immeasurable levels of curiosity and passion had only disruption in his fingertips, and having discovered he had no taste for destruction or foolishness, art was perhaps his only available salvation. Acting is the creative medium you throw yourself most literally into, and for an undisciplined, yet physically strong and clearly inspired, individual such as Brando it was a tailor fit, even as he consistently insisted he only did it out of base financial necessity and an absence of any other obvious natural talents. So we can easily conceive of how a lust for truth and an urge to resist merged to instigate his 1950s rise as a paragon of believable acting. But, though he lacked Meryl Streep or Daniel Day-Lewis’s finesse for detail when he went for pastures outside those he could summon within the skin he inhabited, Brando loved character work, and when we watch him attempt various accents or hide inside makeup choices, we come with him, witness the other half of his magnetism – he’s fun when he tosses any recognizable self aside, because it allows his madcap streak, his why-not puckishness, to flower untrammeled. Many critics bemoaned how recklessly Brando seemed to be skirting playing the clown, and he wasn’t afraid to be caught not trying. But fopping around in an obvious miss like the Mutiny of the Bounty remake was, however aesthetically wanting, a more valid punk gesture than anything he conveyed (or simulated) in The Wild One. Certainly, he flopped, sometimes hugely. But unlike at least one bazillionaire progeny, he couldn’t bore you if he tried. Despite his claims to eventual mellowness, which he might well have privately enjoyed in his later days, Brando’s notorious pugnacity, or its legend anyway, grew the way his body did. Thirteen years after his death, and considerably longer after his last great work (well – we’ll get to that argument), it’s not hard to recall, even as Johnny Depp faintly, ineptly retraces it, just how badly Brando encrusted himself in his own insistent eccentricity, for so long up to his passing. Forget Pauline Kael’s very early (1966) eulogy to his own control over his volcanic gifts and image. After the twin peaks of The Godfather and Last Tango in Paris (Apocalypse Now is a whole other matter), what was formerly a cute game he concocted to cope with unprecedented fame and admiration rapidly mutated into an onanistic circus of disagreeable quirk. Even in his self-identified “Fuck You Years”, Brando maintained a commitment to a handful of his ideals. After finally unburdening himself of charm, all that remained was that compulsive resistance to any authority. But grotesque as Brando might seem revisiting what he became (and I mean as a human being, even as those final vestiges of sex appeal disappeared under poor health), only the pugnacity and some of the pretensions – odd to imagine how a lack thereof was his first gilded calling card – truly scuff the image. True, he had strange ways of treating and referring to women and Jews. But these two groups would seem to be the only two subject to lapses in his otherwise magnanimous attunement to demographic disadvantages. And he loved and admired both, from his ingrained distance; the only on-record reference to physical abuse against women in his career (besides “shoving” stalkers and unwanted pursuers) is his defending his mother from his father after Marlon Brando Sr. had vented his odious rage. Brando’s Pop seems to have been the only living thing he hated*. From small animals to every race or culture ever to find itself America’s victim, Brando was a tireless and unafraid defender of the sort of underdog he understood he never genuinely was. When a former miracle among mankind tumbles backward into their own freakshow, it tends, especially in this era, to be all we focus on once the last breath leaves the lips – think of his genius pal Michael Jackson, who was a disfigured paranoiac for much longer than he was a smooth, soulful sweetheart, and their mutual friend Elizabeth Taylor, almost unrecognizably boozy and bedraggled for practically as long as she was ravishing and respected. In fact, all three of these troubled icons share something special – an inspiring doggedness in the face of torrents of unmerited mockery, years after the proof of their respective wonders had waned and given way to a thirst for freedom, from an exhausting, inescapable legendary status. Well-compensated as they were, none of these people were allowed normal lives, and all exhibited the brand of toll that only someone of such enormous cultural import can comprehend. In this reflexively polemical age, they deserve a more dignified collective recollection. This blog couldn’t fuel Brando’s third alone – an even less important, less public gesture than the times I’ve stepped on a stage and tried to nail it like he did, and I don’t mean in a James Dean way (those are different strands of I-should-be-so-lucky). When I think of Brando, or when I strive to conjure similar intentions and outcomes, I think of how synoptically this self-proclaimed career liar cared about truth – as much as Hemingway, with a far less coarse course of pursuit. This was a man who steadfastly refused to vitiate his characters with bad dialogue, brainless effects, or lapses in logic. One whose care for the audience, which wasn’t always obvious, entailed a belief that they’d be able to see through any bullshit in any performance, any trace of trying, any betrayal of consistency and slip from integrity. “The actor is the boss”, Adler once declaimed with Olivier bombast, and as a person who knew how corrupt such unbridled power could become, Brando tended to that role with a remarkable, reverential grace. Stuffed as this intro entry is with overtures to encapsulation, all of Brando’s accomplishments, contradictions and unclassifiable quirks can only be adequately explored by way of the plan at hand: to experience and analyze the canon – forty wildly diverse onscreen performances over the span of a half a century – and to invite you to raise the discussion to whatever heights I can’t. Per my catchy (eh?) title, we are refusing to take the straight path through this journey. I figure that’s as apposite a tribute to the old master as anything. *not counting paparazzi

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[chaquejoursonpoeme]

Changing places in the fire.

Changing Places in the Fire

By Li-Young Lee

1

What’s The Word! she cries

from her purchase on the iron

finial of the front gate to my heart.

The radio in the kitchen

is stuck in the year I was born.

The capitals of the world are burning.

And this sparrow with a woman’s face

roars in the burdened air — air crowded with voices,

but no word, mobbed with talking, but no word,

teeming with speech, but no word — 

this woman with the body of a bird

is shrieking fierce

buzzed volts

in the swarming babble, What’s The Word!

This evening

is the year of my birth.

The country has just gained its independence.

Social unrest grows rampant as the economy declines.

Under a corrupt government of the army and the rich come

years of mass poverty, decades of starving children

and racially-fueled mayhem. Word is

armed squads raping women by the hundreds. Word is

beheadings, public lynchings, and riots. Word is

burning, looting, curfews, and shoot-to-kill orders.

And word is more deadly days lie ahead.

Today, tomorrow, and yesterday, the forecast calls

for more misery, more poverty, more starvation,

more families fleeing their homes,

more refugees streaming toward every border.

More horror is to come, that’s the word.

More scapegoating is to come, that’s the word.

More violence is to come

on the roads,

in the streets,

in the homes, violence

in the churches, in the temples

where they preach who to love and who to hate.

How to get to heaven, and who to leave behind.

How to don the fleece of the blameless

and prosecute your neighbor.

All against all

is to come.

That’s the word.

Who hasn’t heard that! she spits.

You call yourself a poet? You

tame high finisher of paltry blots!

You publish doubt and call it knowledge!

You destroy the wisdom of ages

to gratify your envy!

You murder benevolence and virtue

with condescension. You pretend to poetry

and destroy imagination!

Your words mystify, mislead, and misdirect!

You ape The Word made flesh

with words made words

to multiply more words and words about your words!

And you ritualize these sterile pleasures,

miming joy, delight, and generation!

You celebrate cheap distractions!

Your theories bloom in suicide of the mind,

starvation of the heart, and mass maladies of the soul.

You mock and mimic sincerity!

You read and divine by irony!

You snare the little ones!

You pose stumbling blocks to the lame!

You dig pits for the blind!

You sell desolation!

Your science is despair!

What’s The Word!

I can tell she’s up to no good,

this feathered interval,

monument to the nano,

this deciding gram,

my Geronimo.

She’s out to overturn an empire,

to usurp principalities and powers,

just by swooping into the right assembly,

perplexing a senate, baffling a parliament,

or bewildering somebody’s crosshairs.

Not worth a farthing,

and without a cent,

she would own the realm

her shrill cries measure, trading

dying for being.

I tell her, I sang

in a church choir during one war

North American TV made famous.

I fled a burning archipelago in the rain,

on my mother’s back, in another war

nobody televised.

In the midst of wars worldwide, many

in countries whose names I can’t pronounce,

I tucked Christ’s promise and Adam’s disgrace

together with my pajamas under my pillow

each morning, unable to distinguish which

was God’s first thought, and which God’s second.

Therefore, I seek asylum

in the final word,

an exile from the first word,

and a refugee

of an illegible past.

Who hasn’t witnessed the laws of merging and parting,

blessing and killing! she says. Who isn’t

subject to the hand

that giveth and the hand that taketh,

the change of the guard,

with and without blood,

and their own dismembered history

fed to the unvanquished flowers?

Lift every clock’s face and see

the counting angels reckoning,

the killing angels

busy at their anvils.

Say what’s The Word,

or die!

It’s obvious she’s accounted

for what the wind will take,

what the moths must eat,

the ants carry away,

the Caesars keep.

She’s a breathing remnant

restored to springtime’s living cloth.

She’s a pair of scissors

trimming lament

to allow for all I don’t know.

And I can tell by the markings on her coat

and her black eyes

she knows which dreams to parse,

which to heed, and which to bury.

And look at those prehistoric feet.

No doubt, she’s realized the secret to surviving

her own tribe’s slaughter and dispersal.

Pocket dictionary

packed with signs in another language,

blazing shard of the original emanation,

Precambrian spark deposit,

igneous jot of infinite magnitude,

fiery iota,

something about her precise little beak

convinces me she grasps degree,

and knows which i’s to dot

and which to leave large and alone.

There are words, I say,

and there is The Word.

Every word is a fluctuating flame

to a wick that dies.

But The Word, The Word

is a ruling sum and drastic mean,

the standard that travels

without moving.

Words move,

but The Word is fixed,

the true blank.

The Word is the voice of the lamp,

and words are soot blackening the glass.

The movements of words engender time and death.

But The Word lives outside of time and death.

Inside time, death rules.

Life is death’s kingdom.

We live at dying’s rate.

Words are a sop for death.

But The Word is the mother of thresholds,

regulating life and death.

The Word begets presences impossible

to confirm,

given the blinding action of time

and the sea and the earth’s

turning repose.

And who is that supposed to feed?

Whose thirst would that quench?

she screeches, her voice materializing

a greater body of innumerable birds arriving at dominion,

increasing to overwhelm every mile of my heart,

that bloody aerie branching and leafing,

her feathers become all eyes and mouths,

her voice coming now from everywhere,

booming,

When the Lover is ready,

the Beloved will appear!

Say what’s The Word or we both die!

2

I’ll call her my battle angel, this evangelion.

Seraphic herald of the ninth echelon,

pleromatic aeon demanding a founding gnosis,

her voice electric tekhelet, Septuagint, a two-leaved door

opening onto porches, chambers, and courts,

her voice a Solomonic column of barley sugar.

She’s why I’m crazy.

She’s why I can’t sleep. She’s why I never

sleep. She’s why I avoid people.

She’s why I drill the eight limbs with the mud-step,

why I walk the octagon of trigrams inscribed on Wudang,

why I practice the Spiral Ox Jaw and the Tiger’s Mouth.

She’s why I’m hard to live with

and why I say,

The bread that rises in a house that fails,

The Word, father of zero and one,

is our advocate.

A shut eye we name Beginning,

The Word sleeps,

and all is darkness.

An open eye

we name The Treasure,

The Word wakes

and voices are heard among the sounds of water.

The Word dreams, and worlds appear.

And stars beyond and behind our eyes.

And the moon with its hair tied up

and its hair let down.

Bound on every side,

and wide open in the center,

The Word hosts our breath, our span, the space

of our dreaming and our thinking,

our stillness and our moving. And the emerging present

is one of its bodies.

The fulcrum, the eye, the heart enthroned,

the dove without person, homing, The Word

is a hammer raining down its songs,

a river pouring out of the mouth of the anvil.

Twin and unlike, The Word is without peer.

Black and white, it is a wheeling pair

of coincident opposites turning on a point:

Existence and Nonexistence hand in hand.

Substance and Void begetting life and death.

The Word is an open book,

and its first and last pages are missing.

It is a brother and sister

telling each other

the missing parts

of one another’s stories.

It is the lover and the beloved

constantly changing places in the fire.

And it is the wind in the treetops

outside our window,

a voice torn to pieces. Hear it?

The wind without a house, she says.

Time without a gate, she says.

A memory of the ocean

torments the trees,

a homesickness, she says.

The wind is leafing through both of our histories,

looking for a happy ending.

It is my hand moving over your body, I say,

finding more and more to know.

It is a circle of women

reciting in the round

the oldest stories of Death disguised as a traveler

or overlooked familiar, friend we shunned

for less faithful playmates.

It is a house,

and from inside come the voices of children

taking turns reading to one another.

It is their own story they read.

But why do their voices seem uneasy?

Does the moon, giant

at the window, frighten them?

Does death run amok through all

the pages of the story?

Do the pages turn by themselves?

Are there strangers in the house?

Is the house burning?

Soldiers with guns are at our door again.

Sister, quick. Change into a penny.

I’ll fold you in a handkerchief,

put you in my pocket,

and jump inside a sack of rice,

one of the uncooked kernels.

Men with knives are looking in our windows again.

Brother, hurry. Turn yourself

into one of our mother’s dolls

sitting on the living room shelf. I’ll be the dust

settling on your eyelids.

The ones wearing wings are in the yard.

The ones adorned with lightning are in the house.

The ones decorated with stars

are dividing our futures among them.

Don’t answer when they call to us in the voice of Nanny.

Don’t believe them when they promise sugar.

Don’t come out until evening,

or when you hear our mother weeping to herself.

If only I could become the mirror in her purse,

I’d never come back until the end of time.

3

The treetops buck and heave

in the night wind.

Like drunks at sea leaning

too far over a rocking bulwark.

Like a woman throwing her green and gold hair

in time to a song only she can hear.

And from inside

that windswept bulk growing darker

comes a frenzied uproar

of what must be

hundreds of hidden birds.

All that noise

of wind, leaves, and branches,

all that uttering from unseen throats,

and is there no word?

All that shrieking, iterating, crying

in the rustling leaves. All that screaming,

shrilling, running din

of squeaky wheels, radiant numbers of tongues,

beaks, hubs, wings, spokes

keening in centrifugal spinning,

and not one word?

Not any? Nor part? No bearing?

One hunger, a fanned fire, roars

in the voice of the sea.

One light eats itself, unconsumed.

The wind is taking the night apart, she says.

The wind is dismantling

the leaves, the branches, the minutes, our listening,

and finding more and more

moving pieces to index:

our hands, our mouths, our voices, recurring stairs

of an imperfect past,

a rumored present,

figures multiplying inside a mirror.

Each, alone

in his dream of the world, I say,

is host and guest, a book

and the one who reads it

by the light of a vanished childhood.

Don’t say that, she says.

We see by the light of who we are.

Look at us: you inside me

inside you. We’ve lived inside

each other from the beginning.

And from before beginning.

Before the world was ever found.

Before the world was found, I say,

I dwelled inside you,

and you breathed all through me,

in my body and its happiness,

in my body and its loneliness.

After I found the world, I had to go

looking for you. Ever since the world,

I only lose you and find you.

Lose you. And find you.

The body of the beloved

is the lover’s true homeland, she says.

I can hear you, but I can’t hear me, I say,

your voice a burning gown of song and time,

and me with my ghosts, me with my mockingbird.

Don’t say that, she says.

What is my mind, I wonder,

but the reflected light of your

voice, O, burning one, O, seeing voice, O,

speaking eye that renders us

now legible,

now indecipherable, now

strangers traveling

under assumed names.

Don’t say that, she says.

Look. A single page of the wind

copied by hand

is the volume of despair

the smallest living wing displaces.

And your voice will be your cup

each day my wings shelter

your dear, momentary earth.

My mind is several minds, I say,

each abiding differently: in your eyes,

in the smell of your hair, in your voice

moving over me, in my voice moving over you.

She says, Don’t look at your hands.

Watch the shadows they make.

I say, Moving over you, my voice crosses

out of forbidden chambers of the Emperor of China,

through chronicles of exile and death in a foreign country,

to touch the ground I touch in me

when I speak to you.

She says, A new mind makes the world new.

True words are a little blue.

And being human makes the saddest music in the world.

She says, Postpone all morning bells.

The ore lies awake inside the rock, a dream

of origin waiting to be rescued.

I say, The glare of your nakedness

confounds me, a distraction

from the darker incandescence of your being.

Inside you is the safest place to be.

The radio in the kitchen is stuck

in the year I was born.

The capitals of the world are burning.

And of all the things on my mind this evening,

words weigh the least,

Death weighs the most,

and your voice’s body

beneath my voice’s moving hand

is a green agent of freedom and law,

best friend to my earth and my ache.

Of all the things keeping me from sleep,

words weigh too much, yet not enough.

Time weighs nothing at all,

but I can’t bear it.

And your body, burdened by minutes

and ancient rites, is my favorite sad song.

One wave that gives rise to three, shoulder, hip, and knee,

your body is the Lord’s pure geometry.

Disguised as Time, your body is tears, lilies,

and the mouth of the falls.

And of all the things we’re dying from tonight,

being alive is the strangest,

surviving our histories is the saddest.

Time leaves the smallest wounds,

and your body, a mortal occasion

of timeless law,

is all the word I know.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2017) https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/142890/changing-places-in-the-fire?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social_media&utm_campaign=general_marketing