Hi, my Darling,
Happy Wednesday Night. I hope your day was good, and I'll bet you are still going through all your photos from last weekend. It's great that you have the fashion shoots in addition to all the rock shows you are photographing, not to mention your video work as well. This morning I saw your post, via the gal you just worked with (Katie), which mentioned going to Chicago, so maybe that is your next destination, too?
I will be needing a road map to keep up, lol. :)
I will also be looking forward to see the footage you shot in Sedona (which was one of my guesses for the location), if it will be available to be seen.
Tonight I watched a classic movie from the 90s, "That Thing You Do", which was written and directed by Tom Hanks, his only directorial effort, and man did he ever nail it. It's funny, when the movie came out I didn't see it, and even though I watch a truckload of movies, and even though there has been a copy in the library system for years, it had never occured to me to watch it. I guess I just figured it was lightweight - an "actor's movie" (actors who direct aren't always the best), but boy was I wrong. I finally watched it because some of the guys over at the King's X board were talking about it, and I figured, "well, why not finally watch it".
Now, it's not Tarkovsky or anything, and it's not supposed to be. It is light and funny, but what it has in spades is style and feel. The cast is excellent, playing a band who ride a hit single to temporary stardom in 1964. And Hanks absolutely created a world, in his movie, that looks and feels like that year. There was something bright and shiny about the early 60s, before all the turmoil and fantastic change of that decade began to set in. And this movie absolutely captures that time, in the era of the coming of age of rock n' roll in America. I loved it. :)
I am thrilled at what is happening with your photography and videos, because it has happened in such a similar way to all the things we used to talk about. When you can feel that something is going to happen in advance, and then it happens.........well that's pretty special.
I think you have to Go With What You Know, in this world. Your inner instincts. They are the best directive you can take, and that's how the Magic happens.
I have been writing about my experience with Mr. Rappaport, and I am not quite done yet. All of the info in these past few blogs is really the extremely short version of the story, and I will add a few more observations and questions, perhaps tonight, or in the next few days. Because I write to you late at night, my concentration is not always at the level that is required to produce thoughtful analysis of this event, especially since I have gone over it umpteen times in the past and have had no new information to work with for a long time. Thus it has been kind of a Cold Case File, as has been all of what happened in 1989.
But, what I like to do is ponder a few select questions one at a time. Such as.....
It is apparent that my rescue from 9033 Etiwanda Avenue, in September 1989, was a military operation. To be specific, it was a special forces operation, low key in the observational sense (no "big noise" attention from news media, tons of police, helicopters, etc.), but conversely extremely effective, rapid, and frightening to observe in the aftermath.
In war, there are no rules. There is only power and the willingness to use it. This was not a police action, where some level of restraint was required. Because while the police are subject to review for their actions (even when they are out of control, as is so prevelent now), the military - and most expicitly Special Forces - are not subject to review. If you have ever seen the movie "Platoon", or heard the story of Mi Lai in Vietnam, or myriad other stories, you know that - in war - anything goes. Power and authority take over, civilian rules of society do not exist, and when you watch this happen right in front of you, not on some far off battlefield but right on your street, well, let's just say it takes you years and years to make sense of it.
I am talking now about the aftermath of my kidnapping, after I had been rescued and after Mr. Rappaport had been apprehended.
The thing is, I would swear that I saw something horrible happen to him, at the hands of the special forces soldiers directed by the famous man in charge.
I know I saw something very violent happen to the man that kidnapped me.
My original memory of the event was that he died as a result of it. This part of the story is a horror show, and not to be written about at the present time.
But originally, in 1997, when my memory first came back, I reported that there were two Mr. Rappaports.
One was the guy who kidnapped and tormented me, and the other was the "normal" or "good" Mr. Rappaport, who initially I remembered as returning home in the midst of all the chaos that night. Initially I remembered in 1997 that while I was watching what was happening to the guy who kidnapped me (the horror show), suddenly up walked the "real" Mr. Rappaport, the college professor.
And for years I thought there had been two of them.
I still don't know to this day if there were one or two Jared Rappaports. I know that sounds insane, but it isn't.
The following will sound like science fiction, but it isn't either.
What if there were such things as clones? If there were, think of the possibilities. You could send out a clone to rob a bank, and then blame it on the actual person - the real guy - if you wanted to frame him up for some reason. You could cause havoc in society through the use of clones.
Now, I am not saying that Jared Rappaport had a clone, and that was the guy who kidnapped me.
All I am saying is that I am certain I saw something horrific happen to the guy who kidnapped me, and that guy looked and sounded exactly like the Jared Rappaport that I later recognized as my neighbor. He has a distinctive, high whiny voice, and I don't think you could even duplicate a voice in a clone, could you?
So I am torn, and I know that something very high-tech was done to me, and I should add that this Rappaport story isn't the half of it. Hardly not even.
But with Rappaport, it comes down to this : he definitely kidnapped me.
And there are only two possibilities of who he is. Either there is one of him, and therefore he is the one and only Jared Rappaport who still teaches at CSUN to this day, which would belie the certainty I have that my kidnapper was killed or severely injured by the soldiers on scene......
Or there really was two of him - (a twin? a clone? I have no idea) - and if so, then he was part of the military operation that was taking place, in which I was an unwitting subject.
It is certain that I was kidnapped by my next door neighbor, and rescued 24 hours later by a small unit of special forces soldiers, directed by a later-to-be-famous man with Federal jurisdiction.
But what they were up to, I still don't know to this day.
They do, however, have technology, and practices, that would make your head spin, and that are so far removed from the public domain as to exist in another world.
It is only when you see that other world for yourself that you know it exists.
////////
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Great Pics + The Rescue From Rappaport
Hi Elizabeth,
Happy Late Night. Once again you have gotten some great band photos. My favorite this time was of the dreadlocked guitarist reaching out to give what looks like a thumbs-up to the audience. That shot has a lot of the kind of little things I like: his expression and hair (both very rock n roll - rough but cool), contrasted by the smooth gold curve of his guitar. And he is framed perfectly by the three white lights overhead. A great shot, and it has that "in the moment" feel. You have many others in today's set that are also top notch. I like some of the angles you are choosing, giving a different view of things than is shown in a lot of rock photography. Keep doing it, and keep going for those "moment" shots.
3000 shots! Good lordy, Sweet Baby. In the old days, you'd have had your motor drive whirring away on your Nikon F3....... :)
I saw one post on FB, with a reference to Las Vegas, so I don't know if that was just a regular "like" of your friend's post, or if it means that another trip is on deck. But I am sure I'll find out! :)
What a year so far. It was my prediction that you'd become a Go-To photographer and director for your region, and that seems to be happening right off the bat. I mean, you were still in art school only 17 months ago. So............wow! :)
A basic Tuesday for me, working and reading on my breaks. In addition to my new Dr. Farrell book, I am re-reading a book called "The Road To Reality" by Roger Penrose, who is a high level math professor at Cambridge. I first attempted to read this book in 2004, but gave up in an early chapter when I came to complex numbers. Now, twelve years later, I still don't understand a lot of the language or the equations (speak English!, you doggone mathematicians!), but because I have read a lot of Dr. Farrell and other books on physics, astronomy and other complicated subjects, I have a better grasp intuitively of what Mr. Penrose is talking about, in trying to show a precise and magical mathematics at work in the Order Of The Universe.
The book is 1000 pages long. I'm now almost to page 100, so I should be finished by July or so. :)
At least I won't get Alzheimer's if I keep taxing my brain this way, haha.
Well, I wish I could say I was all done with Mr. Rappaport, but I'm not. Not quite, anyway. I have more questions from Lt. Columbo concerning Things That Seem Odd, when contrasted with how a crime of this nature would "normally" play out......
So here goes : we already know that when my ordeal came to an end, after about 24 hours, that it was not because of the LAPD, the agency one might expect to come to the rescue in such an event. Nor was it because of the FBI, or at least any official FBI with agents offering identification, etc. There were a couple of men in suits, in addition to the aforementioned military guys in jumpsuits, but the men in suits never identified themselves to me.
What was most noticeable about my rescue from Jared Rappaport, was how......invisible I guess would be the word......how invisible it was.
There were only a handful of men involved. A couple of men in suits, and a couple of guys in jumpsuits. The jumpsuit guys came first, in through the door after setting off a flash/bang device. The suit guys came later.
Here is what wasn't there : news personnel. This event happened in 1989, in the modern age of instantaneous news coverage. Call it what you will - a kidnapping, an abduction or a hostage situation - this is the type of major crime that would normally elicit Total News Coverage, especially locally here in Los Angeles.
An In House Hostage Situtation? With the hostage and the maniac both on the premises?
That means Max News Coverage, in any city at any time.
But at Jared Rappaport's house at 9033 Etiwanda Avenue that day, in September 1989, there was not a single news source to be had.
No one. No reporters, no helicopters, no nobody. Just the few men I mentioned, a couple in jumpsuits (military) and a couple in suits (authority).
No police, no SWAT team, no news reporters, no news helicopters. Nothing.
How do they do that?
Well, they have ways. It's called Jurisdiction. And jurisdiction goes upwards from local, meaning City (LAPD) to County (Sheriffs), to State, which is mainly Highway Patrol, to Federal.
And Federal trumps all.
Federal jurisdiction, if declared by the authority on site, can shut down and immobilise any local authority, even the mighty and highly professional Los Angeles Police Department.
Federal authority can shut down the pervasive news media, which is everywhere.
Except at Jared Rappaport's house on that day in September 1989.
He abducted me quietly, so to speak, and I was rescued quietly, again "so to speak", though in reality all hell broke loose in both situations, and in between during my captivity.
But no attention was brought to the situation, before, during or after.
Lt. Columbo would like to know why that is.
Why did unidentified Federal authorities come to my rescue, instead of local LAPD or regular FBI?
Why was there no news coverage?
How did they know I was being held in that house in the first place?
As far as I was aware, nobody knew I was in there, except for a close friend of my brother's who came into the house (as mentioned previously), and one or two neighbors who knocked on the door.
But how even did any of those people know I was in that house?
Rappaport abducted me fairly late at night, probably around 10pm in the evening, likely on a Saturday night on Labor Day Weekend, a holiday when things are slowed down. Auto traffic is down, especially on Rathburn Av., a side street. Foot traffic was non-existent. I saw no one as I was being taken away at gunpoint.
No one, as far as I was aware, knew I'd been taken away from my house, at least on the night it happened.
So if no one knew, because no one saw, and no one was around to see, then how the Hell did people know the next day? How did Chris's friend know?
Well, he knew because he very likely had an association with Jared Rappaport. Chris's friend is a filmmaker, and Rappaport teaches film, and they probably met during Memorial Day weekend 1989, when the friend was making a film (his senior project for UCLA) at our house, which was next door to Rappaport's. There is evidence involving such a meeting, but it is too long to go into here. Let's just say that this friend of my brother's was 100% involved in the backstory of why this MFer, Jared Rappaport, came to my door to kidnap me in the first place.
So that's how he, Chris's friend, knew I was in that house : because he saw me in there, because he came in there with Rappaport on the second day.
But how did Federal authorities know?
Well, they had been on scene the night before, when the whole thing began.
I won't get into that now.
When I was finally removed from Jared Rappaport's house, I was taken away - not in an ambulance as you would expect - not to a local hospital...
No, I was taken away......in a helicopter that hovered over Etiwanda Avenue......I was lifted up in one of those baskets they put people in, a gurney that looks like a "chicken basket", and I was lifted up in that basket, in a state of shock but lucid, and some more military guys pulled me in the basket, into the helicopter, and I was taken away.
Not to a hospital, but to a military base.
An Underground Military Base.
Accompanied by a man we all know, who had been one of the Men In Suits at the Rappaport house, and who had been in charge of the whole situation.
That's how I was rescued, and that's where they took me, and it's no joke. ////
See you in the morning......
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Happy Late Night. Once again you have gotten some great band photos. My favorite this time was of the dreadlocked guitarist reaching out to give what looks like a thumbs-up to the audience. That shot has a lot of the kind of little things I like: his expression and hair (both very rock n roll - rough but cool), contrasted by the smooth gold curve of his guitar. And he is framed perfectly by the three white lights overhead. A great shot, and it has that "in the moment" feel. You have many others in today's set that are also top notch. I like some of the angles you are choosing, giving a different view of things than is shown in a lot of rock photography. Keep doing it, and keep going for those "moment" shots.
3000 shots! Good lordy, Sweet Baby. In the old days, you'd have had your motor drive whirring away on your Nikon F3....... :)
I saw one post on FB, with a reference to Las Vegas, so I don't know if that was just a regular "like" of your friend's post, or if it means that another trip is on deck. But I am sure I'll find out! :)
What a year so far. It was my prediction that you'd become a Go-To photographer and director for your region, and that seems to be happening right off the bat. I mean, you were still in art school only 17 months ago. So............wow! :)
A basic Tuesday for me, working and reading on my breaks. In addition to my new Dr. Farrell book, I am re-reading a book called "The Road To Reality" by Roger Penrose, who is a high level math professor at Cambridge. I first attempted to read this book in 2004, but gave up in an early chapter when I came to complex numbers. Now, twelve years later, I still don't understand a lot of the language or the equations (speak English!, you doggone mathematicians!), but because I have read a lot of Dr. Farrell and other books on physics, astronomy and other complicated subjects, I have a better grasp intuitively of what Mr. Penrose is talking about, in trying to show a precise and magical mathematics at work in the Order Of The Universe.
The book is 1000 pages long. I'm now almost to page 100, so I should be finished by July or so. :)
At least I won't get Alzheimer's if I keep taxing my brain this way, haha.
Well, I wish I could say I was all done with Mr. Rappaport, but I'm not. Not quite, anyway. I have more questions from Lt. Columbo concerning Things That Seem Odd, when contrasted with how a crime of this nature would "normally" play out......
So here goes : we already know that when my ordeal came to an end, after about 24 hours, that it was not because of the LAPD, the agency one might expect to come to the rescue in such an event. Nor was it because of the FBI, or at least any official FBI with agents offering identification, etc. There were a couple of men in suits, in addition to the aforementioned military guys in jumpsuits, but the men in suits never identified themselves to me.
What was most noticeable about my rescue from Jared Rappaport, was how......invisible I guess would be the word......how invisible it was.
There were only a handful of men involved. A couple of men in suits, and a couple of guys in jumpsuits. The jumpsuit guys came first, in through the door after setting off a flash/bang device. The suit guys came later.
Here is what wasn't there : news personnel. This event happened in 1989, in the modern age of instantaneous news coverage. Call it what you will - a kidnapping, an abduction or a hostage situation - this is the type of major crime that would normally elicit Total News Coverage, especially locally here in Los Angeles.
An In House Hostage Situtation? With the hostage and the maniac both on the premises?
That means Max News Coverage, in any city at any time.
But at Jared Rappaport's house at 9033 Etiwanda Avenue that day, in September 1989, there was not a single news source to be had.
No one. No reporters, no helicopters, no nobody. Just the few men I mentioned, a couple in jumpsuits (military) and a couple in suits (authority).
No police, no SWAT team, no news reporters, no news helicopters. Nothing.
How do they do that?
Well, they have ways. It's called Jurisdiction. And jurisdiction goes upwards from local, meaning City (LAPD) to County (Sheriffs), to State, which is mainly Highway Patrol, to Federal.
And Federal trumps all.
Federal jurisdiction, if declared by the authority on site, can shut down and immobilise any local authority, even the mighty and highly professional Los Angeles Police Department.
Federal authority can shut down the pervasive news media, which is everywhere.
Except at Jared Rappaport's house on that day in September 1989.
He abducted me quietly, so to speak, and I was rescued quietly, again "so to speak", though in reality all hell broke loose in both situations, and in between during my captivity.
But no attention was brought to the situation, before, during or after.
Lt. Columbo would like to know why that is.
Why did unidentified Federal authorities come to my rescue, instead of local LAPD or regular FBI?
Why was there no news coverage?
How did they know I was being held in that house in the first place?
As far as I was aware, nobody knew I was in there, except for a close friend of my brother's who came into the house (as mentioned previously), and one or two neighbors who knocked on the door.
But how even did any of those people know I was in that house?
Rappaport abducted me fairly late at night, probably around 10pm in the evening, likely on a Saturday night on Labor Day Weekend, a holiday when things are slowed down. Auto traffic is down, especially on Rathburn Av., a side street. Foot traffic was non-existent. I saw no one as I was being taken away at gunpoint.
No one, as far as I was aware, knew I'd been taken away from my house, at least on the night it happened.
So if no one knew, because no one saw, and no one was around to see, then how the Hell did people know the next day? How did Chris's friend know?
Well, he knew because he very likely had an association with Jared Rappaport. Chris's friend is a filmmaker, and Rappaport teaches film, and they probably met during Memorial Day weekend 1989, when the friend was making a film (his senior project for UCLA) at our house, which was next door to Rappaport's. There is evidence involving such a meeting, but it is too long to go into here. Let's just say that this friend of my brother's was 100% involved in the backstory of why this MFer, Jared Rappaport, came to my door to kidnap me in the first place.
So that's how he, Chris's friend, knew I was in that house : because he saw me in there, because he came in there with Rappaport on the second day.
But how did Federal authorities know?
Well, they had been on scene the night before, when the whole thing began.
I won't get into that now.
When I was finally removed from Jared Rappaport's house, I was taken away - not in an ambulance as you would expect - not to a local hospital...
No, I was taken away......in a helicopter that hovered over Etiwanda Avenue......I was lifted up in one of those baskets they put people in, a gurney that looks like a "chicken basket", and I was lifted up in that basket, in a state of shock but lucid, and some more military guys pulled me in the basket, into the helicopter, and I was taken away.
Not to a hospital, but to a military base.
An Underground Military Base.
Accompanied by a man we all know, who had been one of the Men In Suits at the Rappaport house, and who had been in charge of the whole situation.
That's how I was rescued, and that's where they took me, and it's no joke. ////
See you in the morning......
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Dealing With Monsters
Hi Elizabeth,
Happy Monday Night. I hope your week is off to a good start, though I saw one of your posts on FB via Joel Wanasek that referred to being sick, so I hope that's not the case. If it is, take care of yourself and don't overwork - like stay up all night editing, lol. Better yet would be if you aren't sick at all. :)
I saw a few other posts, all having to do with music. One was about Guns & Roses; are you gonna go see 'em? You will have a blast if you do.
A typical workday for me, and I took The Crew to Lake Balboa once again this afternoon. The lake is a habitat for birds, and their different calls came from the trees and filled the air with languages and conversations, which - though unknown - were beautiful to hear. We had a nice time as always.
I have been writing about my experience with Mr. Rappaport, and I'm not quite done. I could write an entire book about that one incident alone, but I won't, and actually even after I write a couple of blogs about it, the steam starts to go out of me, because I have examined, and written about, the Rappaport event so many times before - on and off for more than ten years - that, while it's easy to delve into, it's harder to get motivated to continue to write about it or explore it because for years now I have been fresh out of new information.
Every single bit of information I do have, has come from myself, from my memory and my detective work. All of it has taken an enormous amount of effort, and when I do work on The Rappaport Case it can involve a lot of concentration, which can be very taxing.
Still, I will never let it go, because..........well, would you?
I mentioned the girls from the Cleveland case in yesterday's blog, and while I in no way would compare my suffering to theirs, I would nevertheless definitely compare, in a relative way, the psychotic criminal urges and primitive emotional drive of Mr. Rapaport to the Monster from Cleveland.
The Monster abducted those girls and tormented them for, what? 12 or 13 years? Then one girl escaped and he was finally caught.
Jared Rappaport abducted me, and I was in his captivity for one night and the following day. About 24 hours, total, compared to years and years for the girls in Cleveland. And yet, I experienced at the very least a similar, full-blown aggressive pychosis involving violence against me, and torment. I have chosen not to write about that part, but it was horrible and terrifying. So while I did not experience years of captivity, I do know the terror of it, and in these matters it does not serve a purpose to "compare suffering".
A murderer is a murderer whether he kills one or one thousand, and a victim is a victim, no matter the magnitude of their suffering.
I will butt in here, and go off on a brief tangent, to say that I am well aware that we live in a bi-polar culture where so-called victims are concerned. One side of this culture says that everyone is seemingly a victim, and therefore every small slight or perceived injustice is even counted as something to be suffered unto. This has brought about the PC Culture of the Easily Offended. "I'm a Victim (Capital V), because....(fill in the blank).
This comes from an Entitlement Culture in which no one is responsible for themselves, and so every tiny thing must be somebody else's fault, hence "I am a Victim".
Then there is the other side of the coin. Many New Age "Religions" and so-called philosophies now espouse the view that "there are no victims". This is called "Moral Equivalency", i.e "who is to say that the murderer is any worse than his victim"?, or to put it more politely, the way these people would put it, "oh, the poor murderer. What a horrible life he must have had".
These folks who promote this view are almost always New Age Liberals (and you wonder why I don't identify as a liberal, haha), and some of them have the belief that it's all just karma spinning around and around, even Adolph Hitler was not a "bad person", just someone who did bad things. Everyone is reedeemable, is their belief, and in their naivete and simplistic mentality, they believe they are following the teachings of Christ.
But they feel, in their limited, simplistic thinking, that Monsters are redeemable right here on Earth, in real time, in our lifetimes. I am not talking about petty criminals, guys who have made a mistake and can be rehabilitated. I am not even talking about lifetime criminals, people who cannot function in society.
I am talking about Human Monsters, the ones even the most experienced psychologists and psychiatrists have no answers for. The "No Victims" crowd think that mass murderers are not only redeemable by Christ, but by human redemption, in the form of leniency and "understanding". This is why you read about beachfront prisons with no fences, for killers in countries like Norway. At worst, they get 7 year sentences.
So that is what that mentality brings you, a world in which no behavior is seen as "bad", but only misguided.
This is why I plug away at Jared Rappaport, the film professor at Cal State Northridge who still teaches there to this freaking day.
I plug away because, like those girls in Cleveland, I know what a Monster is. Even though the duration of my experience was not even near theirs, I still know.
And when you know what a Monster is, you also know that the Monster must be put away, or at the very least have to answer for his crimes.
It is very easy, and simplistic, to have a cheap philosophy - that even Hitler wasn't a bad guy, per se - when you have not experienced a Human Monster in your life.
If you have had that experience, you know better.
And you do not give up in your quest to make the Monster known to the world, even though it can be debilitating to do so.
You just do it because it's the Right Thing To Do.
///////
Happy Monday Night. I hope your week is off to a good start, though I saw one of your posts on FB via Joel Wanasek that referred to being sick, so I hope that's not the case. If it is, take care of yourself and don't overwork - like stay up all night editing, lol. Better yet would be if you aren't sick at all. :)
I saw a few other posts, all having to do with music. One was about Guns & Roses; are you gonna go see 'em? You will have a blast if you do.
A typical workday for me, and I took The Crew to Lake Balboa once again this afternoon. The lake is a habitat for birds, and their different calls came from the trees and filled the air with languages and conversations, which - though unknown - were beautiful to hear. We had a nice time as always.
I have been writing about my experience with Mr. Rappaport, and I'm not quite done. I could write an entire book about that one incident alone, but I won't, and actually even after I write a couple of blogs about it, the steam starts to go out of me, because I have examined, and written about, the Rappaport event so many times before - on and off for more than ten years - that, while it's easy to delve into, it's harder to get motivated to continue to write about it or explore it because for years now I have been fresh out of new information.
Every single bit of information I do have, has come from myself, from my memory and my detective work. All of it has taken an enormous amount of effort, and when I do work on The Rappaport Case it can involve a lot of concentration, which can be very taxing.
Still, I will never let it go, because..........well, would you?
I mentioned the girls from the Cleveland case in yesterday's blog, and while I in no way would compare my suffering to theirs, I would nevertheless definitely compare, in a relative way, the psychotic criminal urges and primitive emotional drive of Mr. Rapaport to the Monster from Cleveland.
The Monster abducted those girls and tormented them for, what? 12 or 13 years? Then one girl escaped and he was finally caught.
Jared Rappaport abducted me, and I was in his captivity for one night and the following day. About 24 hours, total, compared to years and years for the girls in Cleveland. And yet, I experienced at the very least a similar, full-blown aggressive pychosis involving violence against me, and torment. I have chosen not to write about that part, but it was horrible and terrifying. So while I did not experience years of captivity, I do know the terror of it, and in these matters it does not serve a purpose to "compare suffering".
A murderer is a murderer whether he kills one or one thousand, and a victim is a victim, no matter the magnitude of their suffering.
I will butt in here, and go off on a brief tangent, to say that I am well aware that we live in a bi-polar culture where so-called victims are concerned. One side of this culture says that everyone is seemingly a victim, and therefore every small slight or perceived injustice is even counted as something to be suffered unto. This has brought about the PC Culture of the Easily Offended. "I'm a Victim (Capital V), because....(fill in the blank).
This comes from an Entitlement Culture in which no one is responsible for themselves, and so every tiny thing must be somebody else's fault, hence "I am a Victim".
Then there is the other side of the coin. Many New Age "Religions" and so-called philosophies now espouse the view that "there are no victims". This is called "Moral Equivalency", i.e "who is to say that the murderer is any worse than his victim"?, or to put it more politely, the way these people would put it, "oh, the poor murderer. What a horrible life he must have had".
These folks who promote this view are almost always New Age Liberals (and you wonder why I don't identify as a liberal, haha), and some of them have the belief that it's all just karma spinning around and around, even Adolph Hitler was not a "bad person", just someone who did bad things. Everyone is reedeemable, is their belief, and in their naivete and simplistic mentality, they believe they are following the teachings of Christ.
But they feel, in their limited, simplistic thinking, that Monsters are redeemable right here on Earth, in real time, in our lifetimes. I am not talking about petty criminals, guys who have made a mistake and can be rehabilitated. I am not even talking about lifetime criminals, people who cannot function in society.
I am talking about Human Monsters, the ones even the most experienced psychologists and psychiatrists have no answers for. The "No Victims" crowd think that mass murderers are not only redeemable by Christ, but by human redemption, in the form of leniency and "understanding". This is why you read about beachfront prisons with no fences, for killers in countries like Norway. At worst, they get 7 year sentences.
So that is what that mentality brings you, a world in which no behavior is seen as "bad", but only misguided.
This is why I plug away at Jared Rappaport, the film professor at Cal State Northridge who still teaches there to this freaking day.
I plug away because, like those girls in Cleveland, I know what a Monster is. Even though the duration of my experience was not even near theirs, I still know.
And when you know what a Monster is, you also know that the Monster must be put away, or at the very least have to answer for his crimes.
It is very easy, and simplistic, to have a cheap philosophy - that even Hitler wasn't a bad guy, per se - when you have not experienced a Human Monster in your life.
If you have had that experience, you know better.
And you do not give up in your quest to make the Monster known to the world, even though it can be debilitating to do so.
You just do it because it's the Right Thing To Do.
///////
Monday, April 4, 2016
Detective Columbo on The Rappaport Case
Hi Elizabeth,
Happy Late Night. I saw a Versus Me clip on FB, that somebody in the band posted, and it showed you guys in the van on the road presumably to a show, so I am glad things are continuing to happen. I'll bet you are having a blast, of late. :) Your shot of the guitarist in blue silhouette was excellent!
The singing was good in church this morn, and then this afternoon I went to the concert at the VPAC, which was free. The Colburn School Orchestra was really good - pro level - and it was amazing to see such a huge choir. I was wrong about it being made up entirely of members of the Northridge Singers. They were part of it, but they were joined by The Gay Men's Choir of Los Angeles and Vox Femina and other soloists. I was wondering, when I first posted, how CSUN could have a 100 member choir, lol. But the Northridge Singers were the only ones listed on the sign out front.
Anyway, it was great to see such a huge choir, and the sound inside the VPAC is really awesome.
Well, now here I go again. I am gonna continue with my tale from last night, but I am gonna put my detective hat on, and look at some of the unusual aspects that have puzzled me all these years. Here goes.....
The first thing you have is Mr. Rappaport coming to my door. How did he know I'd be alone in the house? Perhaps he just took a chance, and was prepared to stick to his "cover story" (his ruse), if anybody besides me had been at home.
Or maybe he was aware I was the only one there.
Those are the only two possibilities, and if he knew I was home alone, how did he know that?
Question #2 : This one has always struck me as extremely strange. Here you have Mr. Rappaport. He is a college professor at a fairly big school. He has a wife, and a baby that had either been just born or was soon to come (discovered through research). In other words, he had a family.
So, on the surface, it would seem he had a lot to lose. He was not a desperate street criminal, but a college professor with a nice house in a nice town, and he had a small family.
So, the question must be asked : why would a man with an outwardly normal life risk all of that to kidnap me?
Was he simply unable to control himself? It should be noted that he was enraged, and that became apparent shortly after he got me into his house. He was "off the hook", shall we say. And his behavior during the time I was in his house made clear to me that he was a full-on violent psychopath, along with other conditions he exhibited. He was thus not a "normal" man at all, but merely hiding behind a "face of normality" that many sociopaths show to the world in order to fit in.
But still, why would he risk his "normal" life, and everything it entailed, to kidnap and take out his anger on me?
The crime of kidnapping is an endgame scenario. Kidnappers seek a ransom for letting the person go. As far as I was aware, Jared Rappaport never had this in mind. Money was not his motive. He was very, very angry at me (though I did not know him), and so it's probably more accurate to say that he abducted me.
But abduction is an endgame scenario as well.
Either the abductor is gonna kill the abductee, and then perhaps hide the body, or in cases like the monster in Cleveland, the abductor keeps the abductee hidden away for years on end. But that is an end game scenario, too. Those girls finally got away, and the monster ultimately killed himself in prison. The only other possibility in an abduction is for the abductor to voluntarily give up, and let his captive go. This would usually happen when law enforcement is on the scene and has the abductor in a corner. At that point, another endgame scenario would take place.
The abductor would be arrested and would go to prison, most likely for a very long time.
So, in the case of Jared Rappaport, when he came to the front door of my house at 9032 Rathburn Avenue and pointed a gun at me, thereby abducting me, he was entering into an endgame scenario.
The question tonight is : Why?
Why would he risk his whole "normal" existence (family, job, house, etc), and most of all, why would he risk his freedom ? He could presumably have been put away for...what?.....ten years? Twenty? Maybe more? It certainly would (or should) have been a very long time.
He was not a stupid man, and would have known what he was risking. But he was also crazy, and sometimes crazy people lose control of their emotions. That was certainly the case with Mr. Rappaport.
But did he know something else? Something, perhaps, about a bigger situation? Did he know that something extremely unusual was unfolding, in a larger situation that he himself was involved in? And if he did know that, and had information about that situation, could he have been aware that it was above the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles Police Department?
If he was aware of a so-called "larger situation", in which the police were ovverruled (so to speak), would that factor have given him the courage, or the chutzpah, to act out his rage against me?
What if he thought he wouldn't be arrested?
What if he knew he wouldn't be arrested, at least by the police anyway.
What if Jared Rappaport - a psychopath living behind a mask of normality - felt comfortable enough to act out in his real persona, against me, because he felt certain he wouldn't be punished for his actions?
I think it's a combination of these things: his foreknowledge of the situation, his absolute fury at me (for reasons I was entirely unaware and certainly not responsible for), and his inability to maintain his Mask Of Normality under the circumstances.
It wasn't that he was "willing to risk everything" to abduct me, in other words.
It was that he'd completely lost it - lost his Mask - and that his real, psychotic self had the confidence of foreknowledge, something he was privvy to, that a Bigger Situation was taking place, one in which he wouldn't have to worry about the LAPD arresting him.
And so he came to my door, in his controlled psychotic state, thinking he could get away with it.
I will have more questions for Detective Columbo in another blog........
Happy Late Night. I saw a Versus Me clip on FB, that somebody in the band posted, and it showed you guys in the van on the road presumably to a show, so I am glad things are continuing to happen. I'll bet you are having a blast, of late. :) Your shot of the guitarist in blue silhouette was excellent!
The singing was good in church this morn, and then this afternoon I went to the concert at the VPAC, which was free. The Colburn School Orchestra was really good - pro level - and it was amazing to see such a huge choir. I was wrong about it being made up entirely of members of the Northridge Singers. They were part of it, but they were joined by The Gay Men's Choir of Los Angeles and Vox Femina and other soloists. I was wondering, when I first posted, how CSUN could have a 100 member choir, lol. But the Northridge Singers were the only ones listed on the sign out front.
Anyway, it was great to see such a huge choir, and the sound inside the VPAC is really awesome.
Well, now here I go again. I am gonna continue with my tale from last night, but I am gonna put my detective hat on, and look at some of the unusual aspects that have puzzled me all these years. Here goes.....
The first thing you have is Mr. Rappaport coming to my door. How did he know I'd be alone in the house? Perhaps he just took a chance, and was prepared to stick to his "cover story" (his ruse), if anybody besides me had been at home.
Or maybe he was aware I was the only one there.
Those are the only two possibilities, and if he knew I was home alone, how did he know that?
Question #2 : This one has always struck me as extremely strange. Here you have Mr. Rappaport. He is a college professor at a fairly big school. He has a wife, and a baby that had either been just born or was soon to come (discovered through research). In other words, he had a family.
So, on the surface, it would seem he had a lot to lose. He was not a desperate street criminal, but a college professor with a nice house in a nice town, and he had a small family.
So, the question must be asked : why would a man with an outwardly normal life risk all of that to kidnap me?
Was he simply unable to control himself? It should be noted that he was enraged, and that became apparent shortly after he got me into his house. He was "off the hook", shall we say. And his behavior during the time I was in his house made clear to me that he was a full-on violent psychopath, along with other conditions he exhibited. He was thus not a "normal" man at all, but merely hiding behind a "face of normality" that many sociopaths show to the world in order to fit in.
But still, why would he risk his "normal" life, and everything it entailed, to kidnap and take out his anger on me?
The crime of kidnapping is an endgame scenario. Kidnappers seek a ransom for letting the person go. As far as I was aware, Jared Rappaport never had this in mind. Money was not his motive. He was very, very angry at me (though I did not know him), and so it's probably more accurate to say that he abducted me.
But abduction is an endgame scenario as well.
Either the abductor is gonna kill the abductee, and then perhaps hide the body, or in cases like the monster in Cleveland, the abductor keeps the abductee hidden away for years on end. But that is an end game scenario, too. Those girls finally got away, and the monster ultimately killed himself in prison. The only other possibility in an abduction is for the abductor to voluntarily give up, and let his captive go. This would usually happen when law enforcement is on the scene and has the abductor in a corner. At that point, another endgame scenario would take place.
The abductor would be arrested and would go to prison, most likely for a very long time.
So, in the case of Jared Rappaport, when he came to the front door of my house at 9032 Rathburn Avenue and pointed a gun at me, thereby abducting me, he was entering into an endgame scenario.
The question tonight is : Why?
Why would he risk his whole "normal" existence (family, job, house, etc), and most of all, why would he risk his freedom ? He could presumably have been put away for...what?.....ten years? Twenty? Maybe more? It certainly would (or should) have been a very long time.
He was not a stupid man, and would have known what he was risking. But he was also crazy, and sometimes crazy people lose control of their emotions. That was certainly the case with Mr. Rappaport.
But did he know something else? Something, perhaps, about a bigger situation? Did he know that something extremely unusual was unfolding, in a larger situation that he himself was involved in? And if he did know that, and had information about that situation, could he have been aware that it was above the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles Police Department?
If he was aware of a so-called "larger situation", in which the police were ovverruled (so to speak), would that factor have given him the courage, or the chutzpah, to act out his rage against me?
What if he thought he wouldn't be arrested?
What if he knew he wouldn't be arrested, at least by the police anyway.
What if Jared Rappaport - a psychopath living behind a mask of normality - felt comfortable enough to act out in his real persona, against me, because he felt certain he wouldn't be punished for his actions?
I think it's a combination of these things: his foreknowledge of the situation, his absolute fury at me (for reasons I was entirely unaware and certainly not responsible for), and his inability to maintain his Mask Of Normality under the circumstances.
It wasn't that he was "willing to risk everything" to abduct me, in other words.
It was that he'd completely lost it - lost his Mask - and that his real, psychotic self had the confidence of foreknowledge, something he was privvy to, that a Bigger Situation was taking place, one in which he wouldn't have to worry about the LAPD arresting him.
And so he came to my door, in his controlled psychotic state, thinking he could get away with it.
I will have more questions for Detective Columbo in another blog........
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Kidnap (not for the squeamish but truth is important, read at own risk)
Hi Elizabeth,
Well, I have no idea if you are still with me or not. I hope you are, and Happy Late Night in any case. I know - or rather I surmise - that you are working non-stop on your current projects, so I certainly understand that. I won't go into a diatribe about communication problems. All I ask (and all I have ever asked) - and this is only when you have time to respond, so no worry - is that if you are not interested in communicating with me anymore, to please say so. I thought you might be alluding to it in the beautiful cover song you recorded a month or so ago, because of the lyrics of that song. But anyhow, enough of that for the moment.....Just know that I am here if you want me to be. :):)
For the time being, well.......I would just say read at your own risk, because I am gonna discuss aspects of stuff that happened to me, and it will sound crazy. But it's not. Reality can be crazier than any made-up story (or shall we say "truth is stranger than fiction?)......The following is part of a much larger story of something that happened to me in 1989, and tonight I am just gonna deal with some of the unusual aspects of this one incident, and I am gonna make observations about those aspects, as Lt. Colombo would. If you read any of the old Myspace blogs about this subject, it might already be familiar to you, and thus (and hopefully so) the Weirdness will Seem Less Weird.
For me it was Real Life........
I will try to keep it brief :
In September 1989, I was kidnapped by a man named Jared Rappaport. He was - and still is! - a professor at CSUN who teaches film studies. He is also a psychopath.
That September, it might have been around the 2nd of the month, I responded to a knock at the front door of my family's house at 9032 Rathburn Avenue in Northridge. A man was standing on the porch. I am not sure if I knew him at the time, my guess is no. Perhaps I had seen him, but I am pretty sure we'd never spoken before. For historical purposes, I will note that he and his wife moved next door to us in approximately the Fall of 1988, give or take a month or two.
So maybe I'd seen him once or twice, but I sure did not know him when I answered the door that night. Neighbors aren't close anymore, especially in L.A.
On the porch that night, Jared Rappaport used a ruse to get me to come out of my house. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I can remember him standing there, probably introducing himself, and then soon after that I was accompanying him down our walkway, toward the sidewalk.
Maybe he said he was looking for his dog, or something like that. "Have you seen him"?.....
Well, when we got to the corner (we lived at a corner house, and our walkway met the corner sidewalk), that is when Jared Rappaport changed his tune. It was about 10 at night, on a Labor Day weekend, the neighborhood was quiet and no cars or people were passing by.
He then pulled a gun on me, from out of his jacket, and proceeded to stick it in my side. He said what you would expect, that I'd better keep quiet or he would kill me. What he did was to grab my arm and pull me next to him, while we were walking, so that he could stick the gun in my ribs and have me half a step in front of him and slightly to his side, with his free hand still holding my shoulder or upper arm. He was bigger than me, about 6'1", or 6'2", and with an athletic build. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept walking down the sidewalk towards his house, as he instructed. I halfway thought it was a joke, but a deeper part of me knew it wasn't.
His house was about 75 to 100 feet down the sidewalk, and we walked that way, me a half step ahead and just to his side, with him holding my arm and his gun hidden away in my ribcage. It was dark out. Nobody drove by, nobody was outside. It was just me and him. I remember the way he kept looking around, though, to see if anybody was there. But nobody was.
Soon, probably within 20 seconds, we were at his back gate, which opened off of Sunburst St. For reference, my family's house was at the corner of Rathburn and Sunburst, and Rappaport's was next door and behind us at Sunburst and Etiwanda. Google Map it for reference, if need be.
Well anyway, before I knew it, I was taken through the back gate, and then I was inside the house, and then I was Jared Rappaport's prisoner. For real; no joke.
Now, I will not go into my time in his house. That is for another day. No worries on that score either, but suffice to say that Jared Rappaport should be in prison, rather than teaching at CSUN.
What I wanted to get into instead was the unusual aspects of what happened afterward, and because this story - even one incident or even one single aspect of an incident - takes a very long time to cover - I will probably just add a detail or two tonight, and then continue tomorrow or whenever.
I was inside Jared Rappaport's house for about 24 hours, give or take.
As far as I was aware, nobody knew I was in there. Nobody but me had been home at my house when he came to my door.
Now, in my memory, one or two people came to his door while I was in there, to try and persuade him to let me go. And in my memory, a guy I know ( a close friend of my brother) actually came into the house , with Mr. Rappaport himself, as an associate of Mr. Rappaport, and this guy saw me there, in the state that Mr. Rappaport had me situated in, and this friend of my brother then tried to persuade Mr. Rappaport to let me go.
But Mr. Rappaport wasn't having any of it.
So finally what happened was that some guys busted through the door, using flash/bang devices. ///
A whole lot of stuff happened after that, which I will perhaps relate at a future time.
But for now, what I would like to say tonight, is about the nature and response of the crime itself.
You would expect, in a kidnapping or hostage situation, for the police to respond, probably with their Swat Team. Or maybe the FBI would be there too, with their black armor military gear on.
But this response, the one that ended my captivity in Jared Rappaport's house, was undertaken by some guys in jumpsuits. Just a couple of guys, two or three. They used flash/bang, and they were very fast and agile - like lightening - and before I knew it, the whole nightmare was over (that particular nightmare, anyway).
So, because I have to go to bed (got choir in the morning), my question for tonight, which I may or may not have the answer to, is :
Why did the police Swat Team of the FBI not rescue me from Jared Rappaport's house?
That would be the case in almost any hostage situation, would it not? Swat Team and helicopters, or FBI..
But my rescue was done by just a few highly efficient guys.
Special Forces guys. Guys not in uniform, per se, even who have long hair, and who just look like "dudes" so to speak, but who move with lightning speed and precision. Military precision. Guys in jumpsuits with long hair, scary and fast.
So that's question #1 for tonight. Why, when Jared Rappaport kidnapped me, did some guys - certainly military - rescue me instead of LAPD Swat, or local FBI?
We shall take our guesses as the story continues........
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Well, I have no idea if you are still with me or not. I hope you are, and Happy Late Night in any case. I know - or rather I surmise - that you are working non-stop on your current projects, so I certainly understand that. I won't go into a diatribe about communication problems. All I ask (and all I have ever asked) - and this is only when you have time to respond, so no worry - is that if you are not interested in communicating with me anymore, to please say so. I thought you might be alluding to it in the beautiful cover song you recorded a month or so ago, because of the lyrics of that song. But anyhow, enough of that for the moment.....Just know that I am here if you want me to be. :):)
For the time being, well.......I would just say read at your own risk, because I am gonna discuss aspects of stuff that happened to me, and it will sound crazy. But it's not. Reality can be crazier than any made-up story (or shall we say "truth is stranger than fiction?)......The following is part of a much larger story of something that happened to me in 1989, and tonight I am just gonna deal with some of the unusual aspects of this one incident, and I am gonna make observations about those aspects, as Lt. Colombo would. If you read any of the old Myspace blogs about this subject, it might already be familiar to you, and thus (and hopefully so) the Weirdness will Seem Less Weird.
For me it was Real Life........
I will try to keep it brief :
In September 1989, I was kidnapped by a man named Jared Rappaport. He was - and still is! - a professor at CSUN who teaches film studies. He is also a psychopath.
That September, it might have been around the 2nd of the month, I responded to a knock at the front door of my family's house at 9032 Rathburn Avenue in Northridge. A man was standing on the porch. I am not sure if I knew him at the time, my guess is no. Perhaps I had seen him, but I am pretty sure we'd never spoken before. For historical purposes, I will note that he and his wife moved next door to us in approximately the Fall of 1988, give or take a month or two.
So maybe I'd seen him once or twice, but I sure did not know him when I answered the door that night. Neighbors aren't close anymore, especially in L.A.
On the porch that night, Jared Rappaport used a ruse to get me to come out of my house. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I can remember him standing there, probably introducing himself, and then soon after that I was accompanying him down our walkway, toward the sidewalk.
Maybe he said he was looking for his dog, or something like that. "Have you seen him"?.....
Well, when we got to the corner (we lived at a corner house, and our walkway met the corner sidewalk), that is when Jared Rappaport changed his tune. It was about 10 at night, on a Labor Day weekend, the neighborhood was quiet and no cars or people were passing by.
He then pulled a gun on me, from out of his jacket, and proceeded to stick it in my side. He said what you would expect, that I'd better keep quiet or he would kill me. What he did was to grab my arm and pull me next to him, while we were walking, so that he could stick the gun in my ribs and have me half a step in front of him and slightly to his side, with his free hand still holding my shoulder or upper arm. He was bigger than me, about 6'1", or 6'2", and with an athletic build. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept walking down the sidewalk towards his house, as he instructed. I halfway thought it was a joke, but a deeper part of me knew it wasn't.
His house was about 75 to 100 feet down the sidewalk, and we walked that way, me a half step ahead and just to his side, with him holding my arm and his gun hidden away in my ribcage. It was dark out. Nobody drove by, nobody was outside. It was just me and him. I remember the way he kept looking around, though, to see if anybody was there. But nobody was.
Soon, probably within 20 seconds, we were at his back gate, which opened off of Sunburst St. For reference, my family's house was at the corner of Rathburn and Sunburst, and Rappaport's was next door and behind us at Sunburst and Etiwanda. Google Map it for reference, if need be.
Well anyway, before I knew it, I was taken through the back gate, and then I was inside the house, and then I was Jared Rappaport's prisoner. For real; no joke.
Now, I will not go into my time in his house. That is for another day. No worries on that score either, but suffice to say that Jared Rappaport should be in prison, rather than teaching at CSUN.
What I wanted to get into instead was the unusual aspects of what happened afterward, and because this story - even one incident or even one single aspect of an incident - takes a very long time to cover - I will probably just add a detail or two tonight, and then continue tomorrow or whenever.
I was inside Jared Rappaport's house for about 24 hours, give or take.
As far as I was aware, nobody knew I was in there. Nobody but me had been home at my house when he came to my door.
Now, in my memory, one or two people came to his door while I was in there, to try and persuade him to let me go. And in my memory, a guy I know ( a close friend of my brother) actually came into the house , with Mr. Rappaport himself, as an associate of Mr. Rappaport, and this guy saw me there, in the state that Mr. Rappaport had me situated in, and this friend of my brother then tried to persuade Mr. Rappaport to let me go.
But Mr. Rappaport wasn't having any of it.
So finally what happened was that some guys busted through the door, using flash/bang devices. ///
A whole lot of stuff happened after that, which I will perhaps relate at a future time.
But for now, what I would like to say tonight, is about the nature and response of the crime itself.
You would expect, in a kidnapping or hostage situation, for the police to respond, probably with their Swat Team. Or maybe the FBI would be there too, with their black armor military gear on.
But this response, the one that ended my captivity in Jared Rappaport's house, was undertaken by some guys in jumpsuits. Just a couple of guys, two or three. They used flash/bang, and they were very fast and agile - like lightening - and before I knew it, the whole nightmare was over (that particular nightmare, anyway).
So, because I have to go to bed (got choir in the morning), my question for tonight, which I may or may not have the answer to, is :
Why did the police Swat Team of the FBI not rescue me from Jared Rappaport's house?
That would be the case in almost any hostage situation, would it not? Swat Team and helicopters, or FBI..
But my rescue was done by just a few highly efficient guys.
Special Forces guys. Guys not in uniform, per se, even who have long hair, and who just look like "dudes" so to speak, but who move with lightning speed and precision. Military precision. Guys in jumpsuits with long hair, scary and fast.
So that's question #1 for tonight. Why, when Jared Rappaport kidnapped me, did some guys - certainly military - rescue me instead of LAPD Swat, or local FBI?
We shall take our guesses as the story continues........
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Happy Friday Night
Hi my Darling,
Happy Late Friday Night. I did see a couple posts on FB today that related to you. One was about a screening of "Prairie Burns" and the guy mentioned you were there, so maybe another film festival? Tons of things are happening. You will have to become twins to keep up with everything. :)
The other post was from a band member who just finished a tour, so that is maybe a band you are working with?
Well anyway, I am glad you have so much work.
I went out to Santa Susana this afternoon for a hike to the top of The Slide and back. That's always a good one, and gets the legs in shape for some of the steeper hikes like Rocky Peak, which is a once or twice a year thing, and usually saved for when it's 100 degrees or more, lol.
I didn't take a lot of pics today because I've kind of covered Santa Su, unless there are awesome cloud formations or dramatic lighting conditions. But on a bright, blue sky day, I've already shot it from every angle.
Gotta take some time to Google more trails for photo opportunities, though I am pretty sure I've exhausted everything in a 20 mile radius..
This eve, I took The Crew (Pearl & Kobi) to Lake Balboa. We had fun as always.
Well, for the time being, now that you are working on so many projects, I may just begin writing as I used to. I've gotta do something, y'know? But the thing is, when I write "for myself" so to speak (or "to myself"), it's usually about really weird stuff. Just so you know in advance...... :)
But I am still here, and you can cut in any time, and if you do, I will go right back to my usual form of correspondence. If you are able to start posting again on FB, I am right here and will correspond, and of course I still support you 1000%. It's just been hard for me because they have taken so much of my Facebook away, when they removed my news ticker, which was probably on purpose, because I have reported it about five times and it has never been put back. It has been very hard to communicate with you for a while now because of this.
So just know that I am trying to hang in there, and trying to keep the communication going, but anyhow....
I will write probably about 1989 for the time being, but instead of covering old ground I may try to look at, and dissect, The Weird Aspects of things.
That subject takes a Ton of mental energy, however, and due to the nature of my job and my other hobbies (like hiking), the consistency may vary.
If you are still with me, I will be here. In any case, I think it's awesome how well things are going. :)
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Happy Late Friday Night. I did see a couple posts on FB today that related to you. One was about a screening of "Prairie Burns" and the guy mentioned you were there, so maybe another film festival? Tons of things are happening. You will have to become twins to keep up with everything. :)
The other post was from a band member who just finished a tour, so that is maybe a band you are working with?
Well anyway, I am glad you have so much work.
I went out to Santa Susana this afternoon for a hike to the top of The Slide and back. That's always a good one, and gets the legs in shape for some of the steeper hikes like Rocky Peak, which is a once or twice a year thing, and usually saved for when it's 100 degrees or more, lol.
I didn't take a lot of pics today because I've kind of covered Santa Su, unless there are awesome cloud formations or dramatic lighting conditions. But on a bright, blue sky day, I've already shot it from every angle.
Gotta take some time to Google more trails for photo opportunities, though I am pretty sure I've exhausted everything in a 20 mile radius..
This eve, I took The Crew (Pearl & Kobi) to Lake Balboa. We had fun as always.
Well, for the time being, now that you are working on so many projects, I may just begin writing as I used to. I've gotta do something, y'know? But the thing is, when I write "for myself" so to speak (or "to myself"), it's usually about really weird stuff. Just so you know in advance...... :)
But I am still here, and you can cut in any time, and if you do, I will go right back to my usual form of correspondence. If you are able to start posting again on FB, I am right here and will correspond, and of course I still support you 1000%. It's just been hard for me because they have taken so much of my Facebook away, when they removed my news ticker, which was probably on purpose, because I have reported it about five times and it has never been put back. It has been very hard to communicate with you for a while now because of this.
So just know that I am trying to hang in there, and trying to keep the communication going, but anyhow....
I will write probably about 1989 for the time being, but instead of covering old ground I may try to look at, and dissect, The Weird Aspects of things.
That subject takes a Ton of mental energy, however, and due to the nature of my job and my other hobbies (like hiking), the consistency may vary.
If you are still with me, I will be here. In any case, I think it's awesome how well things are going. :)
I Love You. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
Friday, April 1, 2016
Calendar
Happy Late Night Elizabeth,
I'm just checking in to say hello, guessing you are still working on your movie and band video. I am back at Pearl's and will settle in for my next work cycle. Just starting another Joe Farrell book, "Thrice Great Hermetica And The Janus Age", which, according to the preface, will feature the hidden history of the Knights Templar, about whom much has been speculated over time, regarding the discovery of the Holy Grail (which nobody knows exactly what it is in any case).....
All fascinating stuff going back to the Middle Ages, and I am always especially fascinated when I consider that it's not all that long ago. Even going back to Christ is not long, at all. I always think of an analogy of counting, say dollars. Count, or spend, one dollar at a time until you reach 2000 (or 2016). It goes by pretty fast, and so in reality, all of recorded history going back to the Year Zero has taken place very, very recently.
It only seems like a long time. And a lot of that history has become hidden. That's what this book is about : the Templars' excavation of the Temple of Jerusalem, and what they may have found there, and their subsequent persecution and annihlation afterward.
The real history of the Human Being is hidden, and no one really knows how far back it goes, but what we do know is that our calendar - the one that most nations of the world agree to run the years by - is numbered according to the birth of Christ. I say this not to bring up religious points but historical ones.
In this age of high science, we still have a calendar with names of Gods for the days of the week, and the year (2016) is numbered for the birth of One Single Person (Jesus in human form).
No matter what one's views on religion, that is a pretty powerful and provocative fact, that our whole system of annual time is based this way.
Science gives us a lot of material about evolution and linkage of the forms of primitive man that led to Homo Sapiens. You'd think that the influence of science would have done away with the numbered annual calendar by now.
But science is new, too. Even newer than Jesus Christ, and as we discovered in counting from 1 to 2000 a minute ago, we know that's pretty new.
So what we have here, is that a lot of stuff really hasn't been figured out yet, and therein lies the Ancient Schools of Hermeticism and Esoterism, which have kept the secrets for all these years, the real secrets of human history. These secrets are why The Templars were killed off, because they had this knowledge.
Science has worked separately all this time, independent of religion and the Mystery Schools, to give us incredible knowledge about the physics of the World, which has brought us tremendous technical progress, but we still don't know the "why" of things, i.e. "what exactly is a Human Being", "why is he here", and "where is he going"......
Somewhere, that knowledge is available too. Available right here on Earth. But it has been hidden away within the occult disciplines of the Mystery Schools, which are out of reach to most of us, unless we are members of Skull And Bones or a European equivalent.
We have discussed the elasticity of time and how it can seem to stretch or contract, and when you are my age, you can look back three or four decades and it can seem like "another lifetime", which is a phrase used to describe the feeling of the way time recedes in the memory.
But three or four decades can also seem like just yesterday.
So the Middle Ages, and the Time Of Christ, and even the Stone Age were not very long ago. And especially going back to the year Zero, or whatever divided BC from AD.
It wasn't that long ago (count to 2000 to be sure), but a lot of it is set in myth, especially right after Year Zero. Even a ton of stuff is known about the ancient Greeks and going back further, the ancient Egyptians.
But around Year Zero BC or AD, the info is scant.
And that's because it's been hidden and buried.
We need to study history all over again, not just the story of what we've done, and who fought who, and what political systems passed by, and what progress was made in science.....
But who we are in the first place.
And why we have - to this day, in the age of High Science and Technology - a calendar based on daily Gods and numbered annually according to something which was apparently important enough to set permanently as our governing standard of time.
In short, something happened 2000 years ago that, on the surface, would seem - in this scientific age - to be mythology.
And yet, we run our annual calendar by the number of years since that event happened, and our annual calendar is our representation of time, as it is currently perceived.
This is why history is so important. History, if accurate (or as close as humans can get to accuracy) is truth.
And a drive toward a correct history of the Human Race is the most important thing to strive for now, if we are to avoid many more decades of the same old thing......
Who fought who, who developed what, what political systems passed by and failed, et al.
That is all I will say tonight.
I will see you in the morn. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
I'm just checking in to say hello, guessing you are still working on your movie and band video. I am back at Pearl's and will settle in for my next work cycle. Just starting another Joe Farrell book, "Thrice Great Hermetica And The Janus Age", which, according to the preface, will feature the hidden history of the Knights Templar, about whom much has been speculated over time, regarding the discovery of the Holy Grail (which nobody knows exactly what it is in any case).....
All fascinating stuff going back to the Middle Ages, and I am always especially fascinated when I consider that it's not all that long ago. Even going back to Christ is not long, at all. I always think of an analogy of counting, say dollars. Count, or spend, one dollar at a time until you reach 2000 (or 2016). It goes by pretty fast, and so in reality, all of recorded history going back to the Year Zero has taken place very, very recently.
It only seems like a long time. And a lot of that history has become hidden. That's what this book is about : the Templars' excavation of the Temple of Jerusalem, and what they may have found there, and their subsequent persecution and annihlation afterward.
The real history of the Human Being is hidden, and no one really knows how far back it goes, but what we do know is that our calendar - the one that most nations of the world agree to run the years by - is numbered according to the birth of Christ. I say this not to bring up religious points but historical ones.
In this age of high science, we still have a calendar with names of Gods for the days of the week, and the year (2016) is numbered for the birth of One Single Person (Jesus in human form).
No matter what one's views on religion, that is a pretty powerful and provocative fact, that our whole system of annual time is based this way.
Science gives us a lot of material about evolution and linkage of the forms of primitive man that led to Homo Sapiens. You'd think that the influence of science would have done away with the numbered annual calendar by now.
But science is new, too. Even newer than Jesus Christ, and as we discovered in counting from 1 to 2000 a minute ago, we know that's pretty new.
So what we have here, is that a lot of stuff really hasn't been figured out yet, and therein lies the Ancient Schools of Hermeticism and Esoterism, which have kept the secrets for all these years, the real secrets of human history. These secrets are why The Templars were killed off, because they had this knowledge.
Science has worked separately all this time, independent of religion and the Mystery Schools, to give us incredible knowledge about the physics of the World, which has brought us tremendous technical progress, but we still don't know the "why" of things, i.e. "what exactly is a Human Being", "why is he here", and "where is he going"......
Somewhere, that knowledge is available too. Available right here on Earth. But it has been hidden away within the occult disciplines of the Mystery Schools, which are out of reach to most of us, unless we are members of Skull And Bones or a European equivalent.
We have discussed the elasticity of time and how it can seem to stretch or contract, and when you are my age, you can look back three or four decades and it can seem like "another lifetime", which is a phrase used to describe the feeling of the way time recedes in the memory.
But three or four decades can also seem like just yesterday.
So the Middle Ages, and the Time Of Christ, and even the Stone Age were not very long ago. And especially going back to the year Zero, or whatever divided BC from AD.
It wasn't that long ago (count to 2000 to be sure), but a lot of it is set in myth, especially right after Year Zero. Even a ton of stuff is known about the ancient Greeks and going back further, the ancient Egyptians.
But around Year Zero BC or AD, the info is scant.
And that's because it's been hidden and buried.
We need to study history all over again, not just the story of what we've done, and who fought who, and what political systems passed by, and what progress was made in science.....
But who we are in the first place.
And why we have - to this day, in the age of High Science and Technology - a calendar based on daily Gods and numbered annually according to something which was apparently important enough to set permanently as our governing standard of time.
In short, something happened 2000 years ago that, on the surface, would seem - in this scientific age - to be mythology.
And yet, we run our annual calendar by the number of years since that event happened, and our annual calendar is our representation of time, as it is currently perceived.
This is why history is so important. History, if accurate (or as close as humans can get to accuracy) is truth.
And a drive toward a correct history of the Human Race is the most important thing to strive for now, if we are to avoid many more decades of the same old thing......
Who fought who, who developed what, what political systems passed by and failed, et al.
That is all I will say tonight.
I will see you in the morn. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo :):)
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