“Reflections”

REFLECTIONS

Reincarnation
Listening to Lao Tzu sketch
Philosophy’s plans

Symbol’s treatise
Faith opening meaning’s door
A fathomless depth

Understanding thoughts
Traveled through time’s corridor
Enters our mind’s eye

(c) jk 2015

( “Reflections” haiku 1st appeared on Ben Naga blog )

Soulfire Phoenix

Soulfire Phoenix

The Phoenix is a universal symbol of rebirth, reincarnation, transformation, renewal and immortality. The Phoenix represents all that is good and kind and is often thought to be the ‘feminine’ counterpart of the yin/yang of Universal Energy. For thousands of years the tales of the ‘Bird of Fire’s’ immolation and resurrection have been told.

The Phoenix is a self reliant creature, only one ever existing at any one time. It is it’s own father, mother and child. All spring from the ashes of it’s fiery transformation.

The Phoenix can bring forth past life memories and aide in the healing of past emotional traumas, both from this life and those you have previously had.

“Reflections from Uyuni” – Timelapse

REFLECTIONS

The Universe greets
From the grandest sky above
The echo of Earth

(c) jk 2015

Reflections from Uyuni – Enrique Pacheco

Reflections from Uyuni is a Time-lapse short film that shows the intrinsic beauty of the sea salt of Uyuni and the province of Potosí in Bolivia.

The reflections produced by the water flooding in the rainy season, are the main protagonist Enrique Pacheco´s camera, who invites us to dream with impossible images from another world, where the sky meets the earth forming an infinite mirage.

Amazing Visions: Mirrors of Light

amazing visions
Amazing Visions: Mirrors of Light
Notations by Jennifer Kiley
Created 13th February 2014
Posted Wednesday 26th February 2014

MAGNIFICENT CREATION OF KALEIDOSCOPIC IMAGERY
AWE INSPIRING VISUALIZATIONS
MAGIC IN THE SMOKE AND MIRRORS

Mirror City Timelapse
from Michael Shainblum Plus 6 months ago Not Yet Rated

When I first started Mirror City, I wanted to create a video that was completely out of the norm. I wanted to showcase something unique and artistic, which takes Timelapse photography into a more abstract direction. Mirror City is a visual story through some of the great American cities: Chicago, San Francisco, San Diego, Las Vegas and Los Angeles. These clips were all processed from their original form, into the kaleidoscopic visuals that you see in this video. Many people visit these large cities every day, and all of these places have been shot and filmed, but I wanted to emulate these urban landscapes in a way that nobody has even seen before. I wanted to put man-made geometric shapes, mixed with elements of color and movement to create less of a structured video, and more of a plethora of visual stimulation.
The video starts off with simple mirrors and recognizable architecture, as the video progresses, so does the visual stimulation, showing the real abstraction of the piece.
I have worked on this piece for an extremely long amount of time. I have spent time mirroring images and videos for the past five years, and I have been working on this specific piece for about four months. I felt it was time to combine Timelapse photography and the simplicity of a kaleidoscope, and create Mirror City.

Directed, Filmed & Edited: Michael Shainblum
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Music: Bassnectar
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SAME ARTIST CREATED THE VIDEO ABOVE
DIFFERENT PLACE
OTHER VISUALIZATIONS
TO KNOCK YOUR SIGHT INTO ORBIT

Welcome Home Timelapse – Shainblum

Ever since I was a kid, I have always been mesmerized by extraordinary beauty of my hometown, San Diego. The city has many hidden treasures that have always captivated me, and they continue to do so. Most people only get to experience the tourism side San Diego, but I wanted to show the city through my own eyes and artistic vision. I wanted to showcase San Diego from the eyes of somebody who has lived there their entire life. I have been working on this piece for about four months to really harness the details and create a visually striking Timelapse film. I wanted to make something that was unique to my own perspective of filmmaking. I also wanted to create this video to encourage people to go out and witness how beautiful San Diego really is.

Filmed & Edited By: Michael Shainblum

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Existence – Shainblum

Michael Shainblum created all three of the Vimeo Videos I am presenting in this Post: Amazing Visions: Mirrors Reflection. A visual artist to watch out for.

This is my film “EXISTENCE A Timelapse Project”

Original Project Description:
This short video is called EXISTENCE. The video is a statement not only about time and progression, but also a statement about the world we have created for ourselves. The basis of the video contrasts the two extremes of life itself: the urban metropolis, and the beauty outside the city. I love to stargaze. Watching the milky-way float across the sky is one of the most therapeutic experiences I have ever felt. If you haven’t experienced it, then I strongly recommend taking the time to do so.
Enjoy.

Directed: Michael Shainblum

You Will Find Contact Information for Artist Who Created These Three Videos Under the Top Video.

Hope You Enjoyed His Visions.

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Private Writings: Chapter #37 — Raindrops Falling from My Eyes

private writings to a psychoanalyst (c) Jk 2013

Private Writings: Chapter #37 — Raindrops Falling from My Eyes
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Illustrated by j. kiley
Introduction & Chapter #1
Published on March 19th 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted 3rd December 2013

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
ANYONE RESEMBLING ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell, psychoanalyst extraordinaire,
my choice in form of storytelling is using letters with dreams, thoughts, poems, images,
music, art, describing my scripts, recent one ‘brief sacrifice,’ film is waiting for release,
psychotherapy, psychoanalysis, inspirations, reflective comments, the inner & outer workings
of the mind, soul, body, emotions, and bipolar—prefer mentally creative, or interesting,
or a brain misfiring; in the mix are abuse, crashes, near drownings, illegal drugs presently,
hallucinations, hypersexuality, time warps, finding answers to unsolved mysteries, infatuations,
imagination, fantasy, the never ending need to discover my self, my soul, my eternal serenity, my bliss
see you down the rabbit hole.
namaste! madison taylor

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paris view from notre dame at night eiffel towerParis – View from Notre Dame at Night of Eiffel Tower

paris Fontaine des mers reflection Place de la ConcordeParis Fontaine des mers Reflection Place de la Concorde

Private Writings: Chapter #37 — Raindrops Falling from My Eyes

Tuesday 27th May 2008

Dear Annie,

It was a warm Spring night in Paris. A slight mist in the air, weaving through a light rain, was touching the naked flesh our clothes hadn’t covered. We walked over the golden, glistening bridge, lit by the antique lamp posts, which crossed over the Seine. Lovers & romance come to life out of dreams & faery tales on this particular kind of night. The setting was that of pure perfection.

Scottie held my hand so gently in hers, as our arms touched while we walked. We weren’t alone on the bridge or in that night, but everyone else had escaped into their own fantasies, playing out in their own dreams.

My dream was to be with Scottie. Close. Moments alone. Celebrating our last night in Paris, the city created for decadence but, also, for love, true love. I love her. I confess. In the first moments, looking through my eyes into hers, my soul recognized her. She was the person for whom I had been waiting.

Who came before, were lessons of life. Crushing blows. Smashing hearts. Painful endurance. Touches of love. All passing through time, heading in different directions & for a few moments, they crossed into my time & stayed a short while. Just as suddenly as they were before me, oh, so quickly, they disappeared. Their time pulled away & vanished from mine.

A few people do stay. They are meant to be part of our travels. Hold them dear & let the rest be on their way. We all have things to do & lives to lead.

I want to separate those few people & shine the light on only one tonight. The lover of my life. My guardian angel on Earth, we protect one another. Yes, we have those we are close to, our special friends, they are precious to us. But tonight, I want to write about Scottie. My life comes into focus with her in my life. The crazy world in which we are surrounded, is only possible to survive with our true love. My demons fear her. She frightens them away. Her love & tenderness stop time in her presence. Hours may pass without our awareness. Too short is time then, it feels stolen away.

Let us return to the bridge taking us gliding on a cloud over the Seine. The rain touching our heads, floating down, making our eyes fill with tears & fall from our lashes. Happiness is within our hearts & the drops are are filled with our love & inner laughter.

Feeling Scottie stop & turn to face me, I repeat the same motion & our eyes fill the space between us. Her hands find their way to my face & hold my head softly. I look deeply into her eyes as they look down at my lips, saying “I love you.” Her lips touch my cheek as she starts kissing me. I am hypnotized. The feeling of heat flushes over my face. Her mouth finds my lips & the sensation of her lips touching mine are that of the light touch of a fluttering butterfly bearly landing on the petals of a budding rose.

I am breathless & floating on the mist as the power of her kiss sinks inside of me. Her lips softly melt into mine. One sensation of depth inside of me growing. I wrap my arms around Scottie’s body, feeling her warmth entering through my skin. I feel naked with her nakedness falling through my skin entering my body, becoming one person. We are above Paris. Floating over the city. All the beauty being absorbed in one infinite moment between the seconds.

When I returned to consciousness, Scottie & I are lying together naked, under the covers of the Coco Chanel bed in our Suite at the Ritz of Paris. Levitation, mysticism & magical whimsey carried us intertwined in our lovers embrace to our place of privacy. Making love without boundaries. No sensations stopped in mid-air. A continual motion of love making the way it originated with free flow & stream of consciousness responses through spontaneity & freedom of creation to make love with a fullness of intensity. No darkness. No interfering nightmares. No interruptions from the past flashing forward or flashbacks setting limits or slamming doors. Just pure sexual freedom. Sensations like molten lava, spilling forth & over the top, pouring down, smoothing the edges, heating up the liquids, while rolling with the golden waves of the sea at dawn.

Are you blushing Annie? I tried to be poetic as much as possible. Feeling so innermost touched by sensations I thought had been stolen. Ones I thought I would never have the chance to feel. Being in Paris. Spending time with Scottie in the late nights. Meeting Jonathan & having a great time with him. Being able to talk honestly & openly in the same place. And Paris is beyond anything one can imagine. It is a dream inside a dream.

Now that we are on the plane flying home, I miss it but I want to be home with Scottie there. See our wonderful babies, Toker, Mikey & Patrick. I want to sleep all together in the same bed all night & all day until we stop missing each other. And just to be in our own home.

I want to see you, too, Annie. I missed you. Yes, I know we talked & could see each other on our laptops. But I couldn’t feel our hugs. I need one of your hugs so badly. They nurture me. You nurture me. I miss hearing your voice while sitting near you.

I didn’t get much writing done except my letters to you. I miss James & Carter, my “Brief Encounter” gang. I love my characters in that screenplay. It will be on the screen really soon. I hadn’t thought of this before, but would you like to come to the premiere? Your whole clan would be invited. It would be fun. Just think about it. I will make sure Celia gets good seats for you. You could all come to the party at our home, Chateau de Rocher, afterwards. I told you Scottie gives great parties. You’d meet some very fun & famous actors. You never know who. Think about it. No pressure. Just let me know.

Now for my closing line from “Brief Sacrifice.”

“Time can be folded and joined with all elements in all places as the one ultimate moment when time is all at once. In this place everything happens on a continual loop following into a continuum of time forever into infinity. In the “Silver Box,” there is contained the ability to draw time into itself and create the perfect infinite moment.”

“The moment between seconds.”

For you, I will end this letter in “the moment between seconds.”

Love Fondly,
Madison
@>-;—

© madison taylor 2008

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Somewhere In Time – John Barry

paris springtime eiffel tower CUT OFF WORDS BOTTOM

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“Reflections”
By Madison Taylor
27th May 2008

Images reflections
Out of dreams sight
Symbols imagined
Explosions
Death’s awakening
Slipping away
Into time backwards
Moving ahead
Melting mountains
Running away
Danger
Hiding

Wanted to harm the flesh
Take away feelings
Never know what was lost
Once taken never returned
Difference changes
Sensations empty
Where heart would be

Love follows journey
Begin new
Remember nothing
Far away inside a nightmare
Held in time’s past

Other dimensions
Taken dark away
Now it burns
Within a volcano
Absorbed by fire
Poured in lava
Out to sea

What does the sea swallow?
Shadow memories
Darkness created
Happened in the mist
Imagined pain
Devoured by the deep

Nothing ever goes there
Except creatures
Eating demons from dreams

Life is respun
Feelings restored
Numbness be gone
Let Go
Let senses start again

© madison taylor 2008

Seeing Out of the Dark by J. McCormack (c)McCormack 2007 [created 11.26.07 by J. McCormack - a pseudonym for Madison Taylor]

Rising Out of the Darkness by Jk McCormack ©J.McCormack 2007 [created 11.26.07 by Jk  McCormack – a pseudonym for Madison Taylor]

Warm Winds [Theme for Madison & Scottie]

“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

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paris louvre palace at night water in foregroundParis – Louvre Palace at Night Reflection in Water

paris louvre pyramid at night goldenLouvre Pyramid at Night Golden Reflection – Paris

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paris Versailles - Marie Antoinette's FarmMarie Antoinette’s Farm – Paris Versailles

jonathan stephens imaginary framedJonathan Stephens is Madison Taylor’s friend in Paris, France

actresses-with-long-hair-hairstyle frenchHunter Marx [ 7 years ago in 2001 year Hunter & Madison met]

play is not just play meryl streep

Private Writings: Chapter #33 — They Shoot Movies, Don’t They?

private writings to a psychoanalyst (c) Jk 2013

Private Writings — Chapter #33: They Shoot Movies, Don’t They?

Written by Jennifer Kiley
Illustrated by j. kiley
Introduction & Chapter #1
Published on March 19th 2013
Published Early Tuesday AM
Posted 5th November 2013

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT.
NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
ANYONE RESEMBLING ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell, psychoanalyst extraordinaire,
my choice in form of storytelling is using letters with dreams, thoughts, poems, images,
music, art, describing my scripts, recent one ‘brief sacrifice,’ film is waiting for release,
psychotherapy, psychoanalysis, inspirations, reflective comments, the inner & outer workings
of the mind, soul, body, emotions, and bipolar—prefer mentally creative, or interesting,
or a brain misfiring; in the mix are abuse, crashes, near drownings, illegal drugs presently,
hallucinations, hypersexuality, time warps, finding answers to unsolved mysteries, infatuations,
imagination, fantasy, the never ending need to discover my self, my soul, my eternal serenity, my bliss

see you down the rabbit hole.
namaste! madison taylor

Private Writings — Chapter #33: They Shoot Movies, Don’t They?

Tuesday, 29th April 2008

Dear Annie,

You want to know how I met Hunter Marx. It was one of Scottie’s wild industry parties. Anyone who was anyone was invited. And our casting director was asked to invite potential actors of both sexes, who might be right for the roles in my new screenplay. This was back on 2000. I wasn’t wary of this party. In fact, I welcomed it.

It was when I first saw Hunter. She was sitting motionless across the room. I watched her for a while. She was strikingly sensual. Her mystique resonated with me. My feelings told me she was different. I believed in my first impression, which I felt was positive. I trusted it. I was greatly mistaken. Now she haunts me. She gets inside my mind. What once I thought was the beginning, of something special turned into a nightmare. The feelings of closeness we shared disappeared. She was a mirage. What I felt existed was smoke and mirrors, signifying nothing.

I was working on the script tonight and now, the pages are filled with memories of times spent with Hunter. If she could only know what she did to my life, what she made me feel. I cannot believe she wanted me to be so tortured. Coming back into our lives, knowing how she ended it. When I listen to what was our song “Come What May,” from Moulin Rouge. The line that kills me, “I will love you til my dying day.” I still feel her arms holding me. Her eyes looking into mine, mine searching deeper into hers. I missed her so much, simply because I loved her, even after she deserted me.

I was nearly destroyed until I realized exactly what she had done. I was used by her and what I felt meant nothing to her. Her desires were to get close to Scottie and I gave her my blessing to steal everything that was mine. From the beginning, her mind was set on the role. Seducing me, the gullible writer, would convince Scottie to give Hunter Marx the part. Scottie was the wise one, she didn’t want Hunter. Because of me, she did get the lead in our film, anyway. That was her goal, at any cost, She never wanted me, my friendship, my love, but a role I created and the bitch is it made her. Now she gets anything she wants. She fucked with me to get my character that I created. It made her famous and what she is today. A bitch who gets what’s coming to her.

And now she is back. Scottie cast her in my new screenplay, “Touch of the Spirit.” I begged Scottie not to cast Hunter. She just didn’t understand back then or now, why I didn’t want her near either one of us, then or now. Poison, not blood ran in her veins, and a touch of evil lingered around her soul.

Scottie knew I had a crush on Hunter. I was always flirting with the women in our films. Nothing meant to go anywhere. It fed my muse. But with Hunter, the strength of the feelings she brought up inside me, I never expected her to have such a magnetic draw on me. I think I became a touch obsessed, which scared the shit out of me. My attractions didn’t bother Scottie. She knew I was innocent. Scottie always worried I would be hurt but she knew they were an inspiration for my muse. My muse loved the feelings the flirtations created, even if they were innocent with no intent on action. Hunter didn’t understand the rules. She was relentless with her intentions and they were not honest.

A strong physical attraction developed with Hunter. Stronger than anything I had felt in a long time. It was in early 2001, when Scottie finally decided she was going to cast Hunter Marx for their first film together. Hunter’s first major film as the lead. It was still an innocent enough time in the world before the impending insanity that descended and overwhelmed the world.

I did have someone to turn to when I needed to talk outside of therapy. Jonathan Stephens was my long-distance friend. We started chatting years before that time. It was primitive compared to having Skype now, which we both converted to. Chat rooms were weird and I never felt really comfortable using them. But after finding Jonathan, it became okay. With Skype, though, we can hear each other’s voice. Jonathan lives in Paris and has a flat in London. An artist by trade, doing mostly painting, but occasionally, enjoys writing, jumping around in various areas, from poetry to prose, to opinion commentary. It all supplements his income, to that of being an internationally known artist with a strong following. Exhibitions, selling his work on both sides of the Atlantic, Collectors follow him around the world. And then those who buy his art because they love his work and to have the pure pleasure of hanging a painting of Jonathan Stephens on their walls. Those are the people he absolutely adores. Yes, he makes a good living from the collectors, but to them he is not an artist but an investment. If he could, he would refuse them any pieces of his work.

I love what Jonathan paints. His art is predominantly in Abstract, which is my favorite style. My favorite artists after Jonathan are Jackson Pollock, Kandinsky, Vincent van Gogh and a great Monet. Claude, of course. I must say I use to get Monet mixed up with Manet, not because of their art but their names being so similar. I was young and more naive then.

Jonathan knows every detail about Hunter. All the excruciating pain she caused me to feel and the whys. I even told him how she seduced me and made me hide my feelings for her in front of other people. Also, my hidden pleasure, mixed together with confusion, huge amounts of emotional anguish, and her convincing me I was delusional. That I had imagined everything that went on between us. She denied we ever had a relationship. That is why Scottie thought I made the whole thing up about Hunter using me.

Jonathan was the only person who knew the truth. How my soul was filled with joy from the kindness and love Hunter showed me. I felt it was real. It only demonstrated to me the evil content of Hunter’s soul. The treachery and manipulation that surfaced after it was over. Her coldness set in and froze me out. All I could feel was total loss and abandonment. I told every minute detail to Jonathan. My witness to what Hunter did and how it made me feel crazy. The Bipolar mood swings flying me higher and lower. Her presence in my life practically destroyed everything inside of me.

This was the beginning, when the agoraphobia made its strategic hit and thoroughly immobilized my life. Between Scottie, Jonathan and a therapist I saw for a short time. A long story, but the short version, she couldn’t handle the combination of pot and lesbians and a gay man all at one time. She had some kind of cleansing conversions during the therapy sessions. Plus she had to make house calls. It freaked her out being in a lesbian couple’s house all alone. She may have thought or felt being around us lesbians and Jonathan’s gay image on a computer screen was far too contagious. We paid her a small fortune, so it wasn’t the money. Well, after her, there entered Dr. George. We all know how that turned out. Of course, at first, I thought he had an open mind and was a relatively good Psychotherapist. He got me out of the house again, sort of, I would, at least, go to his office.

Tomorrow is Scottie’s wild cast party, before heading over the France. I am still really nervous about the flying. But, at least, I got some of my anxiety out on paper about Hunter. Our first head to head will be at the party. Oh, give me strength. I don’t ever watch her films. I would close my eyes during her scenes in my screenplay. I, so, did not want to see her. I don’t know what I am going to do if I react badly to seeing her near Scottie. And what if she tries to say anything to me? What then?

I promise I will behave and bring this letter to you next week, our last session before flying to Paris. It is going to be hard to go, more because I’ll miss you. I know we are going to be doing Skype sessions and you will make sure I have all the scheduled appointment times for the whole month I am away. That is a really long time. I will write to you. It will center me. And I finally will be in the same city as Jonathan. You may wonder why we have never met in person before now. I will explain that when I see you next week.

I am exhausted and need to stop, Writing about Hunter has really messed with my brain.

Thank you for listening and being there. I already miss you.

I will keep you in the loop in the new film and I promise to catch you up more on “Brief Sacrifice” in my next letter. Too much is going on right now to think about it. I will leave you a quote from my last letter to hold you.

“Time can be folded and joined with all elements in all places as the one ultimate moment when time is all at once. In this place everything happens on a continual loop following into a continuum of time forever into infinity. In the “Silver Box,” there is contained the ability to draw time into itself and create the perfect infinite moment.”

I will end this letter in the moment of now.

Fondly,
Madison

© madison taylor 2008

Finale Moulin Rouge I Will Love You Til Our Dying Day

Annie Haskell --- Madison Tayler's Psychoanalyst's Office

Dr. Annie Haskell’s Office as a Psychoanalyst

Somewhere In Time – John Barry

red_flower_garden poppy field sunrise  pwRed Flower Poppy Field at Sunrise

rain in garden gif

Heart Break
Thrice Haiku
By Madison Taylor
6th May 2008

Heart break broke in two
Repairs are like Frankenstein’s
Stitching strings will pass on death

Electric circuits
Strikes lightning’s power preferred
Surging force toward love’s purpose

Awakens beauty
Life less in silence ending
Kissing’s spark brings breathes return

© madison taylor 2008

the red dragon black fire abstract robert-r  pwThe Red Dragon — Artist Robert R.

“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

jonathan stephens imaginary framedJonathan Stephens is Madison Taylor’s friend in Paris, France. 1st time meeting. Skype.

Patrick is our Bengal cat in tree. He loves Scotties. They are buddies.   1612x1212 Patrick-our Bengal cat up in his tree-Scottie’s buddy

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Havana Brown Kitten Madison & Scottie’s. This cutie is Toker. He has a twin brother Mikey

actresses-with-long-hair-hairstyle frenchHunter Marx [taken 7 years ago in 2001 year Hunter & Madison met]

play is not just play meryl streep

“Diana” — The People’s Princess

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“Diana” — The People’s Princess
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Wednesday 10th July 2013
Illustrated by j. kiley
Movie trailer & Interview
Posted on Friday 12th July 2013
FILM FRIDAY
dedicated to roger ebert film friday

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Diana Princess of Wales

“A whole younger generation never experienced the shock of the news of Diana’s death. It is strange remembering how sensational her death was? 9/11 now being the biggest thing imaginable. Diana’s death existed before Twitter and Facebook, before social media made everything common knowledge instantaneously, when it was still possible to tell people, face-to-face, about important news.” [Edited from an Offensive Article being Dismissive of Princess Diana. The part above which is edited in its content, was the only salvageable decent material that existed in the complete article. Otherwise, the rest was complete TRASH.]

diana with blue gem and tiara

I was shocked by her death. I was up late and a news report broke into the show I was watching saying that Princess Diana had been in a car crash in Paris, France.

diana looking depressed

There was so much speculation and disbelief. It wasn’t possible. But I felt that it couldn’t happen that she would die. I held out hope in my state of shock. I woke up Shawn, my partner, and told her what had happened. She got up and watched the report coming in directly from Paris, just outside that tunnel.

diana

For all we knew Diana was still alive. She spoke. Why didn’t they take her right to the hospital? They waited so long. She needed blood transfusions.

diana_princess_of_wales lounging

I hoped and watched. Shawn went back to bed after a while but I watched and waited to hear the news that she was going to be alright. That news never came. The news that came put me into a further state of shock and a deep feeling of mourning.

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Diana in Angola Landmine Halo Trust Photo by Tim Graham

I had loved Diana and admired her. The one thing that she did that amazed me the most was when she publicly touched and hugged someone with AIDS. Before that moment, people just were not doing that. After Diana showed everyone that it was alright, it made such a major difference to those who had AIDS. They had become the new lepers of our society.

Diana-and-the-boys

I think Diana brought a humanity into the world. She was beautiful. She loved her children. She surrendered her life to satisfy the ghoulish cravings of a media out of control. They were like hyenas seeking their prey. Her openness taught people they didn’t need to be perfect.

Diana--Princess-of--Wales-princess

The way the royals treated her is not forgotten. Charles may have won the hearts of his royals but he fucked Diana over. She was an innocent when he thrust her into his life and rebuffed her when he got his two heirs. He was awful to her.

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First Look at Naomi Watts as Princess Diana

Let’s face it, there are a great many people who haven’t forgotten what he did to her. His insensitivity and use of her as a baby breeder and rejecting her once he got what he wanted. He was a shit. He may be a good father now. But he threw out his sons beloved mother. He trashed her in public. Yes, it was a public battle but she didn’t deserve anything that the royal family put her through.

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Hello Magazine: Naomi Shines in New Role of Diana

Diana’s death was a tragedy. The way she affected the world produced such positive energy. Her causes received attention. She may have had some emotional problems but if you had to live through what the Windsor’s put her through you would have some deep emotional issues to deal with. Plus she was hounded everywhere she went.

lady diana with sons william and harry young

I don’t like to be around people and if I have to, then only one or two at a time. Can you imagine being thrust into the middle of a mob scene of flashing light bulbs and insensitive hustlers wanting the best photo so they could earn the bucks off of Diana’s soul. The Native Americans believed that your soul was robbed if a photograph was taken of you. How many souls did Diana have and lose to stay alive as long as she did.

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Lady Diana

I believe on the night of her death she was killed, murdered by vultures who circled her until she was dead and they could pick from her carcass at long last. Photographers wanted to get death shots. How horrible is that to be that insensitive and inhuman. They stalked her to death. The people she chose to love fucked her over every way that they could for most of her life.

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Naomi Watts and Naveen Andrews as doctor 642×832

Even as a child she was left, abandoned by the people who professed they would love her. And Charles, he was the worst of all. He paraded her in front of the public as his Cinderella. Diana was being offered the Fairy Tale Dream every child wants. To be rescued by your Prince. She thought and believed Charles’s sincerity. He was going to be her Prince and love her, and they would live happily-ever-after.

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Naomi Watts as Diana

Well, Charles had his Camilla. How fucked up was that to be fucking around while casting off casual comments about, well, what exactly is love, after all. This film of “Diana” with Naomi Watts brings up my anger. And to write a story in the mainstream media that no one cares any longer. They won’t even remember.

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Naomi Watts as Diana Running from Paparazzi

Well, I am not most people and Diana is still alive in spirit for me. How callous can someone be to degrade her memory to say she is gone and who cares. Well, I do hope that people still remember. I know her sons William and Harry remember. They needed her there to love them and they needed to love her, also.

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Naomi Watts and Naveen Andrews in Character in “Diana”

To cast away someone’s life so easily and turn to the celebrities of today as having any kind of importance in comparison to what Diana did for the world. She was trying to love everyone. To help stop Landmines. To help those who accidentally stepped on them and lost limbs and needed help to become whole again.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana

Personally, I believe deep inside the theories that she was a hindrance to certain people and needed to be dealt with and it needed to be done quickly. She was too powerful and her presence in the world was something that had to be taken care of and it had to be done soon. I do not believe for one minute that they needed to take so long to get her to a hospital. Hours passed and they waited. WHY?

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana First Look

When the news came out live to announce that Princess Diana was dead. I broke out in tears. I woke up my partner to tell her the awful news. She got up to sit with me. It was unbelievable that any of this was happening. I cried for weeks. I watched the funeral and listened to the service. I was so upset. I felt inconsolable. Tears rolled down my face. When I heard Elton John sing the song he originally wrote for Marilyn Monroe and adapted it for Diana, there was a certain symmetry to that as I think of it now.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana First Official Still

They both were hounded to death by the press and treated like shit by men who tried to use them and control them but because they were too much themselves and much more popular than the men they were with they were thrown away. They were also made to look mentally unstable when I would say in all reality it wasn’t instability but plain sensitivity and abandonment and being used. And the lies that were created and spread to make them appear less than the royalty they both truly were.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana in Director Oliver Herschbergels “Diana”

Marilyn and Diana both died under the strangest of circumstances. I do not believe either died necessarily. Their deaths were well planned and carried out according to plan. Now you will probably think I am just a bit over the edge on this one. But think about the world we live in. Think of all the evil that exists in this world. Evil just gets good PR.

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Naomi Watts “Diana” Naveen Andrews getting into car

Goodness makes people think you are weak and they can do with you what they want because who are they going to believe. The Prince and heir to the throne or the Princess that only earned that title by marrying the Prince with all the power. Don’t doubt that the Royal Family has power and connections and can have anything accomplished if they order it to be so.

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Naomi Watts “Diana” with Naveen Andrews

The intrigue in this world and what we are told to what actually happens. I would say there are more lies told than any truth that we have ever heard. The truth is buried. What is represented is what those in power want us to hear. They make up the stories and they spread them all over the media so effectively that we believe what we hear are the facts, the truthful facts. There is no such thing. Look at what they are doing with Trayvon Martin’s murder.

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Naomi Watts films “Diana” 879×1120

The media and courtroom coverage and the way the case is being played out makes me sick that they are pushing the falsehood that Trayvon was the pretended villain here. When he was stalked by a bully who just wanted to kill Trayvon because George Zimmerman said: “They always get away with it.” He was out that night to prove his point with the intent of murdering Trayvon Martin so he could put down the black man and show what a hero he was. You don’t think that jury isn’t lapping that all up.

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Naomi Watts with Naveen Andrews “Diana”

Those in power make up the truth. Anything could have proven Princess Diana was murdered but the facts are twisted by those who want the story to go a certain way. What better way to cover your complicity then to go and retrieve her body. All the deaths of famous people who are young and so suddenly die are always so questionable.

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Naomi Watts on set as Princess Diana walking with Naveen Andrews

And most of the time the comeback is suicide or accidental death. How many times do we have to hear that as the claim of how they died? When are we going to stop believing it. Facts are controlled and twisted and fixed to show the results that the powers that be want as their conclusions.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Di

So do you really think that Diana couldn’t have been saved if she were taken straight to the hospital? Why did they wait so long? Diana didn’t die accidentally any more than Marilyn did or that Marilyn committed suicide. It was the intent on those fateful evenings that both Diana and Marilyn died the way they did.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana

It was good for all involved that it happened the way it did and the results of their deaths turn out in the final report to read the way they did. Due to accidental causes. Nothing could have been done to save them. BS. All was wrong about the way both of them died. They were where they were when they died because it was set up that way. You don’t know who you can trust. Anyone is suspect.

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Naomi Watts as Princess Diana getting out of car into paparazzi 734×1093

I hope some truth comes out in this film “Diana.” They are going to deal with a story that is not known by the public. Diana was involved with Dr. Hasnat Khan. And from the reports the relationship was extremely painful for Diana. Is that why she turned to Dodi? She wanted to play. To forget about who the world wanted her to be. To really let go and get away from her stalkers. What is it that makes someone draw the evil to her like a powerful magnet? They swallowed her up by it.

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Naveen Andrews as Dr. Hasnat Khan in “Diana”

A fictional example is like the children did Sebastian in the Tennessee Williams play “Suddenly, Last Summer.” It starred Katherine Hepburn, Elizabeth Taylor and Montgomery Cliff in the film version. The children were starving and poor and Sebastian was Gay and wealthy. He would offer money to the children but they kept on wanting more. They started to chase Sebastian. He ran from them and they kept up the pursuit. He ended up at the top of a hill with no place to go. The children surrounded him. The nightmare ended by the children devouring him.

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Naomi Watts playing Princess Diana on her last night

That is what happened with Diana and that is what happened to Marilyn. Everyone wanted a piece of them. They hadn’t a chance to survive all those vultures. It was their destiny. They were murdered for their innocence, their generosity and their true spirit of life.

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Princess Diana in pale blue jacket

Diana’s funeral was given to her begrudgingly by the Crown. The people demanded it. It was an unusual spectacle but the people who truly loved Diana needed to say goodbye to what she once was and the memory she would become. She is not forgotten. No matter what the media says.

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Diana is the mother to the future King of England. And her grandchild is about to be born. If the baby hasn’t been born already. Oh, I do hope that the heir is named Alexandra. It’s a Girl. Diana would be pleased. I can feel her smiling now no matter what but I think a granddaughter would make her truly delighted.

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Princess Diana with quote from Antoine St. Exupery

I hope the film “Diana” with Naomi Watts and Naveen Andrews (“Lost” & “The English Patient”) will portray Princess Diana in a light that glows. If people really need to be reminded of who Diana really was, I hope they do her justice here. She was a blessing to the world that only knew her as their savior. The children she helped and the AIDS victims who felt like the untouchables until Diana came along and made them feel what a hug felt like again.

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Princess Diana practically a kid

That is what won me to Diana. When she showed the world they could have compassion for those in need. She wanted the ones who needed love to receive it. She wanted the broken to feel they were not forgotten. Her work wasn’t for photo opportunities. She had all that. She used her fame to help others be noticed and receive the help they needed.

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Princess Diana with baby William

She was killed to stop her from campaigning against Landmines, for loving a Muslim, for embarrassing the Crown. For just being more popular and noticed and cared about while the Crown was being rejected and people were beginning to talk about why the hell do we need a Monarchy anyway.

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Princess Diana working on Landmine Project

She truly was the people’s Princess but not just of Great Britain but of the World. And I miss her.

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I was so surprised when I saw the Movie Teaser Trailer. Naomi looks enough like her one can escape into the story of the film, I believe. It will be voyeuristic to see this private side of Diana’s life that people do not know anything about.

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Once again we will be looking from behind the closed doors and peering into Diana’s inside world. I hope she doesn’t mind if we want to take another look. They are going to show the side where she goes all out for the Landmine cause.

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I do hope it is a Great film and not something that is filled full with gossip. That would really bother me. I want more from seeing “Diana” than that. Written by Jennifer Kiley

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Princess Diana unique images of a Diva


Definition of Diva in this instance: 1.to describe a person who exudes great style and personality with confidence and expresses their own style and not letting others influence who they are or want to be. 2. A person whose character makes them stands out from the rest.

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Diana — Official Teaser Trailer 2013 [HD] Naomi Watts

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Naomi Watts on playing Princess Diana

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“Diana” film on location in the Mediterranean


Princess Diana Funeral – Elton John – Candle In The Wind (Goodbye England’s Rose)

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Princess Diana

QUOTATION by MARCEL PROUST:

“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling broad.” ― Marcel Proust

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Princess Diana

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Soul In Darkness Or In Light

Soul In Darkness Or In Light
X-TREME HAIKU: “DEPRESSION”
WRITTEN BY JENNIFER KILEY
ILLUSTRATED by j. kiley
POST CREATED MAY 26TH 2013
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touching air to water dark yet light

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soul in darkness or in light by j. kiley © jennifer kiley 2013

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twisted japanese maple

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Evanescence — My Heart Is Brokensilver divider between paragraphsQUOTATIONS on DEPRESSION:

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral’s Kiss

“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” ― Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

“The best thing for being sad,” replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, “is to learn something. That’s the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then — to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.” ― T.H. White, The Once and Future King

“When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.” ― Elizabeth Gilbert

“When you’re surrounded by all these people, it can be lonelier than when you’re by yourself. You can be in a huge crowd, but if you don’t feel like you can trust anyone or talk to anybody, you feel like you’re really alone.” ― Fiona Apple

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” ― John Keats, Letters of John Keats

“Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don’t believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it’s good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.” ― Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression

“Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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