"Bagin the Beguine", Black Bag Bagism

January 08, 2010 11:11a.m. EST Planet Earth/SolarSystem of Ra / Universe: Milky Way
"somewhere in the very back- - back-- of my mind..."





This is a "John Lennon" initiative: by the spirit of John Lennon:
in whatever fashion or / way / or by whatever means- - I have
managed to return. . or- - break back through- - to the level of
consciousness that comprises the three-dimensional universe-
or World: of Gaiai: Planet Earth. Third rock from the sun: "Ra"-
in his Solar System. . with other planets- like.. Mars, Venus,
Saturn, Jupiter... I think you get the drift and location*.

*for any who don't know where I am speaking of: it is probably
none of your business anyway- so - just be calm and carry on..

This is my Present Bagism Event.

The point of the Original "Bagism" event- which was done in the
1960's/early 70's - Earth Time / Place / Space continueum
.. was to deal with the problem of racial / ethnical / social prejudices
within and among the inhabitants of that planet at that time..
"If a black man went for a job interview in a bag: then you would have
to judge him on his qualifications- not his skin color".. that is- unless
he was speaking Rastafarian- or Swahili- and women could still
be segregated- mostly by femine voice map imaging- -
and short people would get noticed- unless they brought along
pillows- or something to fill out the space..
tall people would have to fold massively..

any way- that was the original intent. Wipe out the prejudice against
blacks, hispanics, asians, and long-haired John Lennon hippies...

and we used a white bag.

So the Karmic Joke is: I never thought they would be so prejudice
against someone in a BLack Bag. I mean: the prejudice that
goes with black skin is- a universal understanding.(Meaning- planet
Earth- and it's surface population: people at this present time/space..)

But I did not count on how strongly- people would react to -
or REJECT- someone in a black bag:
which- theoretically- for our purposes here: is where I am- or
was last seen: just before the crematorium- or whatever...

So , this is John attempting one last Black Bagism- Bag-In.
Bagin the Beguine!


this message has come to you through the medium of Joanne Rizor:
a mother of twelve children who lives with me in oblivion.

P.S. In case something happens and we don't get to say it at the
Right Time: Happy Birthday, Yoko. I miss you terribly.

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"The Princess and the Unicorn" (A Story We All Know)... >>>

Let Me Take You Back. . .

Let me take you back. . .
In the mid-nineteen forties: the United States,
acting as part of the allied forces, put the then
raging World-wide conflict: known as "the Second
World War" / or - WWII- to a decisive end: through
the use of hydrogen bombs on a handful of Japanese and German cities.
These bombs were the pre-cursers of our present
nuclear age. During this time as they were being
developed: in secrecy: they were referred to as:
"The Manhattan Project".

Yoko Ono is one small girl who, survivng the
bombing raid on Tokyo, Japan: a raid which
created a fire storm which was equally destructive
- and killing more people than the initial blasts
on Hiroshima and Nagasaki-- grew to be one of the
firts life-long activists for world peace.

As a grown woman, Yoko: making her home among
the English, and using the mediums of Avant Garde
Art and music: she brings her pleas for Peace, Love,
and Sanity to the world-wide public attention.

During the late 1960's she became the close
companion of yet one other child born, and
survivor of WWII: namely, John Lennon.
(who happened to be renowned world-wide as
a "Beatle")

{{this is not a reference to one or
any of the planets which are populated primarily
by bugs: this was a phenonmenon known to
Planet Earth,(also more commonly known as
"Gaiai"- which is positioned as the 3rd planet
orbiting the star "RA"- in his solar system- and
the term "Beatle" was used by a set of four
(or more) humans- which were musically inclined.)

In the face of growing horrendous public opposition:
the two team up: and eventually marry.

They fight and work together. They stand up naked
in the midst of their peer group: whose minds and
actions are bent only on war.

They force them, through naked shame- to re=think
their purposes, motives, and directions.

Thier story unfolds in the forefront and dead center
of the public's eye on the world-wide scale. They
are a daily wonder in the minds and hearts of
people ( and here, we are specifically refering to
surface dwelling Gaiaiiains- or "Earthlings" as they
refer to themselves;)
of all ages in every household , on every continent,
in every (human)*nation.

*{They were noticed in and on planets accross the
entire star system- but these planets had no direct
or imminent contact with these beings in thier space-
time / 3rd dimensional continuum: other than
through dream / vision- and the receptors of such
were few: the ones being mentioned here being
prime channels at this particular space and time)}}

"The Princess and the Unicorn: A Story We All Know"
is this: their story: in the telling once more. I have
named it, "The New Manhattan Project:" in honor of
Yoko, and remembering every person who is maimed
-physically, emotionally, and psychologically by the
on-going aftermath of our often and repeating global
struggles. This is the antitheses of the original
"Manhattan Project".

My hope is that by bringing this story to life yet once
again: new energy will errupt to bring our races
together to make peace a world-wide reality.
(and I must note: that since I have lifted pen and key
pad once more to this project: already there is a
surge of energy errupting in this very manner as I
speak: and this is very encouraging indeed.)
Let's make our dream together.
Joanne Rizor
(gillies)

"For Cyn: A White Feather"

April 15, 2009; 7:30-ish/EST/A.M.          "For 'Cyn' : A White Feather"

Having recently read Cynthia's book "John": thoroughly enjoyed it- and dealing with the

inevitable 'aftermath'- the floods of emotions and thoughts-

Running the risk - but knowing not how else to get in contact from here:

Canada- north woods-{{{ "oblivion" per sey-}}}  

we had ended the book at about 2:00 in the morning (est)- and gone to sleep- then woke up

with the weight of dreams: more-than-half-not-remembered-- and struggling with

who to talk to-

why even to bother to try to talk at all-

what to say

how to say it

 and just re-read Cynthia's account of John's reaction to hearing of Stuart's death-

hysterical laughter - then tears-    same as when he heard of his uncle George's death-

-same as at his mother's funeral- "his way of Coping with the shock."

John- "I wonder why anyone at this day- would care-"  (ie. he means- care about him- and

                    whatever he felt- or feels now - about anything-)

and, I had been seriously contemplating attempting one more time to contact Yoko Ono

-seriously- about certain phenomena and a story/// book that was written in 1985-

have wrassled and wrangled and endured and- well---// let's just say that:

 life has sort of been like an ongoing fever- ever since- 

and then, as I was in the process of composing such said letter in my

mind I came across Cynthia's book- and read it.

I have often wondered whether it would be better to try to contact her, - - yeah- - so. . .

"I wonder why anyone at this day would care- about me - or what I think or feel about

any given topic.     but my mind is tempered now-  with the thoughts of time- the 

superfiicallity of it - of "Being" - as just - "Being" .. not in time- - in and Out of time- like-

all through- as - - part of "All That Is" - on that level - it makes sense - has some "matter"

to it - like - it is significant just for Love- to Be.  as opposed to hate- or - indifference.

As to "Why Bother: to speak, or try to answer- , or try to publish- whatever- "- one has to

do what one has to do-   we are.  we exist.  we feel.  we can choose- to do or to not

do-  but 'Being' is still there- and - whatever is 'happening' - is  'happening'

and whatever "will happen" has yet to pass- and seems to be affected - one way or 

another- by what we choose- to do - or not do- and this time?

I want to choose love.  - I want to connect with the people I love- and let them KNOW- 

that I love them- and that I am - sorry- and I wish- - that if there was a way I could- thank

them for all their love they gave to me - and somehow right - the wrongs I did to them - then

that is what I wish - Want- to do.  Now.  In and out of time- as an eternal thing- as something 

REAL."

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hello

hello from Canada.
This message comes to you from a woman-in-the-bush-of-Canada.
Northern Ontario to be more exact.
I am just getting started.

Have you ever wondered about paranormal, extra-terrestrials, quantum theories, past lives, Atlantis...
I have. Recently I came across a book by the name of 'Atlantis Rising'. and - wow. It blew me away. {{{Patricia Cori: no2 of Sirian Revelations Series}}}{see www.sirianrevelations.net}
I am waiting for the other related books to come through the mail so I can read them.

Wonder has been a constant companion for me: youth to married life to children (X12!!- ? un-hunh!!)- to Unmarried life: single-mother-of-the-eight(8)-youngest ones- - {=10 years in near 3rd world conditions} - - to now.

I spent most of my years unplugged, and either OFF or barely dangling on- the fringe of 'the grid'.
this means that I cannot tell you the names of the actors on most sitcoms, movies etc. and I have not watched Oprah, or Dr. Phil (but have spent enough time in emergency hospital lobbies to be aware that they exist- yes, you know how I mean..)

I recognize a few of the more recent- or should I say, less archaic- actors. . .

{{{I saw Dustin Hoffman jogging to the Women's Gate in NYC in spring of 1986)}}}

but mostly I watch the sky, the trees growing, and whatever dial-up at snailmailpace can bring-

and when I get the chance, I visit crop circle, and john lennon sites on the interweb. :-->)