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Annie Chapman,
Our Dead Lady of Whitechapel
Written and Edited by Karen Cole Peralta
An ordinary domestic dandelion is a beautiful, golden yellow weed that may gradually take over your house’s garden. It is up to you to decide if the people in this are dandelions. There is a young British woman who died long ago. Is she something that needs to be rooted out of a giant lawn, namely, London, England? Before she takes it over, ruling and dominating it with the world’s most lengthy and painful possible forms of death?
Or is it Charles, a stranger in a strange land, who might seek his eternally lost soul, which he thought was in the future, who is the real dandelion? Lastly, is it possibly the person or people you would most suspect of such a status – murderers? Some think death is something to be imitated, though it may be a weed in all of our gardens. And one of the world’s most famous killers, oft imitated, is a part of the following story.
“This will never be easy,” thought me to myself as I gazed out the filthy panes of the room I was renting. It was a beautiful day in our many districts of London, one of which inhabited England of the 1870’s. I knew, however, that I was special and different. I had been favored by the gods that be for some unusual purpose, or I was imagining things. Some unnatural thing had been telling me what to do for my life’s purposes.
For my name was Annie Chapman, born of two parents as all such usual people are, but I was definitely stuck now living in the Whitechapel area of a small but scattered parish of London, a city of multiple desires and random lost causes, but mostly punishment. In my time, it was well known - and all our mortal souls had to suffer its bitterest stings. So far as I could tell, women and children seemed to suffer most of these prejudices. The men had a hideous freedom to their causes widespread throughout Victorian England, in spite of the fact we were ruled by a queen. Feeling permanently depressed about this, I gazed out the window, looking at an autumn tree beginning to sprout its wondrous and small leaves. I recalled my father, a man of austerity and grace, who had been impoverished. The fact he was stuck presiding over an ant farm bothered me.
I sensed to myself, that although I was some colored and unfavoured, as I was not very coloured, I could perhaps get a job from the Jews down the street at one of their many small perfume, antique and trinket shoppes, a jewelry store, or perhaps a lasting slot as a flower girl in another district. Still, as my parents had told me to trust Jesus our Lord and Saviour, I was curious. I had found Whitechapel district, and it seemed to me that we were so overcrowded and under favoured in London of that time and place that it would be best to end my existence here. I did not much apply at the shoppes. I saw my looks to be somewhat freakish - and felt work for me was scarce in all known quarters.
I was not certain of suicide, but had taken to light drinking of the only local beverage that afforded me any substantial pleasure at all, which of course was small beer. I noticed these imported beers were oft German or Irish. As I was with the other local “girls” who inhabited the lodgings of our elderly female landlord, who winked at me and let me know that only pleasures of the evening or money could reconcile her duplicate balance sheets, which I was dead sure she was forced to keep, I was sad, for I knew my eventual end must come from intractable diseases. On the other hand, nightly I dreamed of a time when I could experience genuine sexual pleasure. This often involved fornication in broad daylight, which I only imagined. Sometimes I also envisioned a husband, who looked peculiarly like my father. He was finally killing me to get rid of enforced existence, and I hated this as much as anyone would in near same situation.
I loathed being only a girl in a men’s world, and did not want to be anything else. For to me, it would make no difference if I lived or died, as it seemed to be for all others in my time, but in some way I would have liked to lead an entire human existence.
My sole body was to be for the filthy old men - and the younger, equally filthy rogue, lordly and absurd - but well dressed middle aged gentleman of that era, and whatever else came my way, one which would only be stifled as far as ultimate heartbreak and pain needed to be hidden. I cheerfully went about my business, sometimes wondering if a time would come when I would meet my true lord and savior of the world, Jesus Christ. For I could not forsake the duty that God Himself had apparently handed me. I was surely to leave this world too soon. With the juxtaposition of a name like Annie Chapman with Whitechapel, I knew my end would not be pleasant, nor a good example. I understood my tale that was never told was not for your children, the god fearing, or the happy.
I often thought: the Word between me and Whitechapel was simply the word “chap,” almost a common word used in English at that time. There was a logical explanation for my concupiscent unstoppable fate. Perhaps our local, bitter deaths were supplying its greater usage. Yet after having applied at a dozen small shops, including apparently two Jewish ones, and after several episodes of being winked at, tormented by flies and insects, and smelling the street garbage, I felt something like a voice telling me where to go. I knew I was no such “chap.” I was a crappie and would never be a dowager. I had to learn that man is the dominant life form, and that woman was only a feeling appendage.
I headed for Whitechapel based upon this. There was simply nowhere else to go. But I wondered. Was there some other place for one like me, I thought as I looked down the length and breadth of my home’s glowering streets, wandering for the sake of exercise alone, during the day. I thought, it is time. I must gather my long skirts to myself, and reflect upon what I must do. It will not a good thing be. I must never gain too much weight, or I would lose the one job I had left my family early to access.
I will have to sell myself at night to these strange men, as I cannot seem to get another job. Yet, it is not so much because of my eerie skin color, I reflected. Surely, although I am “dirty,” and “filthy,” and all of those things, this could not be a pre-ordained fate. I am as much blonde and blue eyed I decided, as I am a lady of colour, although I am only one person, who must decide if she is a person. Surely a lady of the evening could never be let to be. Although at one time, I found myself at a veterinarian’s office, being told that the only living I could have was cleaning animal cages. I wondered to the man in charge if I could have any facial coverings for this. “No, chit, hurry up and clean those cages, or you are terminated from this job. Get over here, and when you are done, come in the back. I have a big surprise waiting for you, chippie.” He wanted it clearly for free. As I left, I told him, “Next time, supply the “chippie” with a mask of some kind.”
Needless to say, once outside this office, I realized what my definite fate would have to be. I had been too defiant in my own way of something I could not understand or relate my life about. I was rooming near the Whitechapel district at the time, in a rundown and filthy hovel, and I simply went to the office of the renting hostelry, talked to the manage, and was told I owed sixteen farthings for rent, even though I owed none. I knew I needed a certain amount of farthings to make my way in the world, and had oft lost count, as the varieties of pence and farthing, quid and crown danced through my growing mind. I had not met the level of souls who needed only pence, as that would come later.
I remember thinking, damn you, God in the highest. You are simply some concept dreamed up by man. I am going to live in Whitechapel district, alone, and away from you. But at night, I cannot even dream of a man. I must face down the British Empire beasts who think they are lions at night, one at a time, until “it” finally happens. And the unicorn can never help lasses who cannot see straight after two days of life. As the seal of the British Empire dictates, something is a lion, and something is a freak.
Therefore the first is a predator, it casts around for what to feed upon, and it must eat in order to survive. If this is its wife, its husband or its own land, it must make its statements, sign onto its “just” causes, and take on its own workloads. But these are always assigned to it by another force, one which subsumes it to cause its death.
Casting about for the dozen girls whom I was to work with, whom I had first met at a trade school, I found Cecilia, and Mary. I asked Mary if there was anyone else named same as her in Whitecap area. I immediate thought there ought to be two such Maries. “I should like to live in the same rooms with her,” I told Cecilia. “What, are you an invert? Do you like women? You don’t look dark or short enough. I’d think beer and some high life would be enough for you. I have a nice man who wants to see you. His name is Charles. He’s the cutest bloody bloke in England. Come back here.” She was indicating the deep interior of the tavern we congregated at, to speak between us.
I paused for a moment. “What, is Charles not lit up? Is he, ah, a drunkard, and perhaps not white or something?” I had been introduced for breeding purposes to many such. Having turned them all down as unsuitable, I had slept only with white men.
“Whatever would make you say that? He has a name and a pedigree. Don’t you think you would like to meet him? By the way, he wants to discuss an arrangement with you. He told me he wants to organize us ladies into sort of union. Can you imagine, Annie, we could work for decent wages for a change?” She giggled. “Really, he thinks he’s bonnie Prince Charlie, oh, he’s a rough but good hearted cuss. No, he’s out for blood.”
I had read in the newspapers, having been a schoolgirl and able to read, and having greatly enjoyed this period of time in my life, of things such as unions and also how men only took advantage of women. Still, I knew how men lived and died on the job. My father had perished away from our apartment, and we had never known what had happened. There had been a story in the papers out of Sussex about an industrial accident in the silver mines of Brazil. I wondered how my father had traversed the waters; maybe easily, maybe hard. In a ship, or in a slave boat? Such had begun my long slow slide downwards. I had taken to drinking and also carousing with the local men. But I had also contemplated drug abuse, especially cocaine, and had turned aside. I had thought of my education. But my mother ran out for our four other children, all younger than me, and I had to go work for my living. For a time, I had to suffer cocaine withdrawal, but we were tough girls at the time and no problem was had waiting out the shaking. You see, the elaborate clothing of our times dictated our existences almost completely. It took well nigh unto fifteen minutes to lace up one’s high button shoes, and they cramped one’s feet sufficiently to cause intolerable agony, although removal of them felt like surrender.
Most fortuitously, in Leeds I found a new style of shoes that were less ponderous. These simply laced up to the ankles and had become widespread in America. Made of patent leather, they were expensive but not impossible to buy with our wages.
Penny small pence for my thoughts, where I could ever head them, as my dark friend Cecilia, who was good at slipping in and out of the shadows and back alleys as she introduced me to the Life, dragged me to the back of the dingy tavern and I came across Charles. He was standing there, and sure enough, I had to think what I thought. He was indeed a Negro man, and he had on the most arcane African grin I had ever seen.
“Would you care to make more money at what you are bound to do?” Charles asked me, taking my hand quite gently and giving me an obviously acquisitive peck on the back of my hand. “I’ve never been treated so like a lady before, Charles. Is’t your real name?”
“Yes, but you are now to have a new name. I want to call you something else, but you may select it, my fair lady. What would’ a care to be called, now if you work for us?” He was a scant taller than me, but loomed larger than my desires could push him back.
I reflected upon how much I loved my Lord and Saviour, and how much Charles looked like the Devil. As he stood there, he resembled pictures of the Moors I had seen in my book. They were treated as the enemies of our England, and I wondered. Would this man help secure me better fortunes? No, there was no such thing as hope. He held my hand for the briefest of moments, and then released it as his gently slid downwards.
“I’m sorry, Charles, but I do so work alone. I will reside in Whitechapel, and, ah, I will await the coming of the one who will save me from my appointed task. Upon the coming of my Lord, I will then go home. Do you understand this, my Charlie?” I decided to give him his grin back, and smiled the smile of one I knew was quite uncertain. Perhaps this boyish man had something in mind along the lines of gathering up our monies. His hat was cut of the finest cloth, and his costume smacked of recent times and extremely well adjusted accouterment. He looked like a good “old boy” from say, Liverpool, where I understood the fine arts were gaining in attention, and there were nice museums. But I doubted he’d long attended school, from his overly active mannerisms. His frown was too like his smile; arduous, songlike, and full of evil implications.
“Ah, I understand. But would you like me to buy you a beer first?” The fellow stood there, looking at me proudly and far too arrogantly to be thinking he would be in any trouble for accosting me. I knew now what my prospective clients would also probably be. There would be no mercy whatsoever from the disease threat. I knew now beyond all certainty what I was going to be forced to become. And it might last longer than long. There were growing hospitals that could take me in, and the treatments there for disease were as medieval and arcane as any I had studied in my way at school.
I would be taking some of the men of England with me on this unpleasant Biblical Job like journey, I decided. If not many a long year would await my misfortune, I should be a slit throat. It would help make up for some of I and my girls’ lack of good circumstance. It was not the men folks’ fault; I could not see it any other way. And yet they all seemed to think that sex was something they owned or otherwise could throw away as some sort of ungodly machinelike contraption. I was sure I myself would turn out to be one . . .End of Brief Excerpt from Story
Don’t Drink Your Calories!
Sample of a Health Related ArticleWritten by Karen Cole Peralta
It may well be that soda pop is mankind’s worst ever discovery. If you drink soda pop, especially the caffeinated kind, it could kill you, as shown recently when a man’s death seems to have been associated with his over consumption of diet soda. But most especially, it can go right after your kids’ health. Pop gives the average teenager approximately 12.5 teaspoons of refined sugar a day. It works out to that much more than what our US government has determined people need in unrefined sugar per day. Also, your kid and you are using soda pop, in all probability, as a food. In 1977-78, teenagers drank twice as much milk as soft drinks, but by 1994-96, it had turned around; they were drinking twice as much soda as they were drinking milk. And such consumption is linked with lower intake of nutrients, such as vitamins, minerals and fiber.
Meanwhile, empty calories are all those soda pops contain, aside from ulcer-causing acids. The ingredients in both regular and diet pop can eat away the inner lining of your stomach, eventually causing severe digestive problems. And the average small bottle or can of soda contains over 200 calories, none of which harbor any real nutrients for your health whatsoever. If you consume one can of pop per day, you will gain 12 pounds in only one year. Pop is contributing to major health problems, particularly obesity. Such a condition has been proven to injure your health by the USDA Economic Research Service. Several studies by them have shown that weight gain is directly related to soft drink consumption. Weight gain itself is the prime risk factor for Type Two Diabetes, which can make you go blind, cause lifelong paralysis and finally death. It can be controlled only through a daily regimen of diet or medication. Do you want that sort of thing in your life? If not, cut back on your drinking of soda pop.
Also, fruit juices and drinks like iced tea, Gatorade, Snapple, and other such common drinks which are promoted to be “healthier” than soda pop are often no such thing. Check the label before you buy fruit juice. It may contain only 10% real fruit juice. And the drinks that claim to contain 100% real fruit juice have just as many calories as soft drinks and are not that much more nutritious, either. Many fruit juices are simply loaded with sugar, either refined or unrefined. A glass of apple juice holds 10 teaspoons of sugar, as the juice is concentrated from a much larger amount of apples. You’re much better off eating a single apple and getting the smaller amount of calories and the roughage instead. The sugar in apple juice is concentrated, unlike when in the original apple, and it will raise your insulin level, making your body burn excess blood sugars rather than fats.
And our average alcohol intake is certainly not any better. Hard liquors contain a high amount of calories, and even a light beer has about 100 calories—all empty. Alcohol is quite dense in calories; one gram of alcohol is worth seven calories. Although an occasional glass of fine vintage red wine is good for your heart, it contains a high amount of alcohol, which is high in calories and contains no nutrients. And alcohol does not satisfy your body’s hunger cravings, as your body will burn alcohol for fuel before it begins to burn your body fat. So you will continue to eat commensurate to your hunger, thus piling on the calories. This is not to mention the facts that alcohol also destroys your brain cells and causes a remarkable amount of vehicle accidents and deaths.
It may well be that soda pop, alcohol and other such empty calorie consumption is a major problem in America, especially for teens and adults. That’s why they’re trying to remove it from the schools. And as you get older, being overweight can give you coronary disease, strokes from blood clots building up in your arteries, and cancer. Cancer is like being eaten away by your own body, literally a piece at a time.
Also, always downing that two-liter of soda pop increases the risk of osteoporosis in both men and women when they drink soda pop instead of milk, which is rich in bone-building calcium, and dentists are especially keen on people not drinking sugar-laden, no calcium, hopelessly empty soda pop. All it seems to do is taste good, it would appear. Dental experts say that if you drink it between meals to quench your thirst, you get tooth decay
and dental erosion due to the sugars and the acids in pop.
Some of your desire for pop puts you at a risk for kidney stones and a slightly higher risk of heart disease. There needs to be more research done in these two areas, but there has been a fair degree of documentation done by the University of California at Berkeley.
Caffeine, on the same hand, has been proven to be a highly addictive drug. If you drink a cup of coffee or more per day, day in and day out, you are technically addicted to coffee. It’s a stimulant and has been proven to help people’s sex lives somewhat, but it also increases the excretion of calcium. Other ingredients in soda pop such as Yellow Number Five promote attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder in some children. Yellow #5 also induces allergic reactions such as asthma in a sizeable portion of individuals.
Soft drinks are one of the most heavily promoted items in all of human history. You can find them in gas station stores, the 7-11 or the AM-PM, vending machines are everywhere, and they are lining the school halls also. You need something wet to quench your thirst, and that’s the secret reason people are going to bars anyway. To get a drink. But neither the soda pop nor the booze, as both caffeine and alcohol are addictive drugs.
US companies spend $700 million or more per year on media advertising for soda pop per year, and hundreds of millions on other promotional activities. They even make contracts with your public school systems to sell soda pop in the halls. Parents and educators have recently, however, been making a concerted attempt to reign in that form of merchandising. Several states have banned at least the non-diet soft drinks from some or all schools, but that could be more of a step backward than a step forward. It does cut the calories, and diet soda has been proven to not quench hunger by some studies, again done at the University of California. Your kids will not do much better on diet soda, but at least they’ll be more prone to eating or drinking something else…unless they don’t. Diet soda is still full of those same acids they mentioned, and have no sugar in them to help them along in your digestive cramp. They can cause nausea, diarrhea and constipation, not to mention those same allergic reactions, including asthma, as regular soda does. Diet soda alone is not an “easy way out.”
Nonetheless, the Center for Science in the Public Interest makes these recommendations: that governments should require chain restaurants to declare the calorie content of soft drinks and all other items on menus and menu boards; the Food and Drug Administration has been told by them to require labels on non-diet soft drinks to state that frequent consumption of sugar-laden drinks promotes obesity, diabetes, tooth decay, osteoporosis and other health problems; governments should provide water fountains in schools, government buildings, parks and other public places; school systems and other organizations, and all those organizations which cater to children should stop selling soft drinks, candy and junk foods in hallways, shops and cafeterias.
Until this month of September, 2005, there was no hard and clear evidence through science that soda itself alone can make kids fatter. But reporting in The Lancet, a British medical journal, a team of Harvard researchers had found the first evidence absolutely linking soda pop drinking to childhood obesity. Twelve year olds who drink soft drinks regularly are far more likely to become or to be obese than those who don’t.
Obesity experts at Harvard found this to be highly important and spent 19 months following the children rather than simply following them around for a week or so like many studies gone before have done. Statistically through many similar studies it’s been found to be more important to use a lengthy study than a sporadic or shorter study. And in this study, it was found that schoolchildren consume who drink pop take in some 200 calories per day more than children who usually don’t. It supports the notion that long-term obesity is an ingrained behavior, starting in childhood, and that we don’t compensate well for calories in liquid. In short, water or milk is simply better.
In fact, the answer to this problem is patently obvious: drink water, and more water. Milk is good, but you should always remember that it’s a food, and not that useful for thirst purposes. Whole milk especially is high in both fat and calories, so go easy on the milk. Water, on the other hand, has no calories and is the very thing you should drink to quench your thirst. You should drink a minimum of six eight-ounce glasses of water per day, say all the experts who have studied this subject. And water, without adding on any calories, can take the edge off your hunger and help you fill up. A good time to drink a glass of water is just before a big, calorie laden meal; it will slow you down. One strategy that works is to always carry a bottle of fresh, clean water with you, and to take sips from it frequently. This also helps prevent daily dehydration, which can be exacerbated by overconsumption of alcohol, soda pop and coffee or tea, which all produce excess thirst.
A small daily consumption of coffee and/or tea is fine, as long as you don’t add lots of sugar to your caffeinated or decaffeinated beverage. Both coffee and tea contain antioxidants, which are anti-cancer agents benefiting your overall health. Green tea has been discovered to have terrific health benefits, less caffeine, and to boost your metabolism, helping you to burn fat. You can even drink it before you go to bed, calming hunger cravings for that “midnight snack” which might cause you to gain weight. But avoid the “designer drinks” you find at Starbuck’s and other such shops which are loaded with high amounts of milk fat and sugar. If you must have your latte, put cinnamon in it, which helps slow down your absorption of sugar--and which also has no calories and tastes delicious. And add honey or turbinado sugar and low-fat milk to your drink.
Although fruit juices are not the best bet to quench your hunger and your thirst, as they contain too high of amounts of insulin-raising sugars, vegetable juices such as V-8, Welch’s, and Heinz tomato juice are fine, as they are both low in calories and do not have a high sugar concentration. However, don’t depend on them too heavily, as they are high in salt content, which again like soda pop, alcohol and caffeinated beverages make you thirstier. Too high of salt intake is also associated with major health problems. And you should not substitute “veggie” juices for fresh fruits and vegetable, which contain fibers and other nutrients than you will find in the juices from them. In fact, if you eat fresh fruit and vegetables in large quantities, they will help you with your thirst problem and fill you up with proper food and nutrients as well. Have a slice of watermelon instead of a beer. Fruits and veggies will help quench your thirst, as well as drinking plenty of water.
But soda pop has been shown to make you thirstier, and that does lead to the further drinking of it as you attempt to quench your thirst. Something about the combination of chemicals in many soda pops dries out people. So then they reach for another can of soda, thus becoming committed to a vicious cycle. And that greatly increases their calorie intake, especially since pop today is now coming supersized as well, filling up those larger and larger plastic single-serve looking bottles. It might not be a bad idea to try to follow the serving suggestion, at least, on the bottle. And it might be a better idea to drink either soda pop or alcohol of any kind from a plastic or glass bottle than an aluminum can, as the aluminum has been shown to seep into the can. This may have something to do with the formation of Alzheimer plaques in the human brain, as aluminum may be a cause of Alzheimer’s disease, a dreadful illness that causes people to forget everyone and everything that holds any meaning whatsoever in their lives.
Is it worth it, to worship a can of a kid’s drink that was invented as a snake oil remedy in a poor man’s fireplace by bubbling a concoction of chemicals together that tasted good? He only intended to sell it in small amounts to adults as a tonic, as it did seem to settle people’s stomachs, and stimulate them. That’s because original formula Coke’s main ingredient was cocaine, not caffeine, but eventually cocaine became illegal. Caffeine and alcohol are both heavily addictive drugs which have been overly promoted as beverages. Water is not. Water is good for you, where caffeine and alcohol can actually hurt your body and eventually cause long-term health problems leading to great pain and death.
The Coca-Cola Company finally removed cocaine from its product. Perhaps someday, we should follow suit on caffeine and alcohol. But until that day ever comes, we are stuck having to police ourselves and our children. Please do it wisely.
The Antichrist Version 666 - Timeline
For book formerly entitled "AC 666"
Original idea by Cloise Orand III
Ghost written by Karen Cole Peralta
The timeline below has recently been altered to suit revisions to the book.
1,000,000,000 BA, beginning of real vegetation and life on Venus -- when Noah and the mystery spacecraft actually land on Venus (Primitive Past Earth)
2,000,000 BC, beginning of Pleistocene Era (first use of stone tools by primitive humans) -- when the Antis' and the Antichrist's spaceship was supposed to land on Venus (Past Earth)
1,000,000 BC -- when the Tower of Babel was actually built; the Antichrist founded the militia of the Antis, which separated into the Antis and the Illuminati; the Antichrist disappears for a million years; beginning of the Ice Age and land bridges
12,000-10,000 BC -- end of the Ice Age; roughly when Lemurian Atlantis was covered in water and became a sunken, domed city, where the Antis were told to move by the aliens whom they eventually became
10,500 BC -- when the Great Pyramids of Giza were actually built by the Antis; when the Antis began making the blueprints of the spaces
8000-6000 BC -- when scholars believe the Tower of Babel was supposedly built (roughly)
3750 BC -- approximately the time when the Earth was supposedly created by God (Jewish religion)
3114 BC, August 1 -- beginning of the Tzolk'in, the Sacred Mayan calendar, based on the 26,000-year cycle of the Pleiades; 13 cycles of 400 Mayan years will pass and then the calendar will end in 2012 AD, December 27
2500 BC -- when scholars believe the Great Pyramids of Giza were built; also when the beginnings of the Mayan culture were formed in the Yucatan, Mexico
1313 BC -- supposed time of formation of the Jewish people, when God revealed the Torah; beginning of the cultural and religious mythos and prophesies about the Antichrist in the Old Testament
500 BC -- the pyramids of Teotihuacan are built in central Mexico by the Toltecs, who are the Mayan and Aztec precursors and relatives
20 BC to 20 AD -- when Jesus appeared and performed his miracles; beginning of the major and elaborate Antichrist and Second Coming mythos of the New Testament
250 AD -- the Mayans rise to prominence in central Mexico
666 AC -- time of great significance to the Antis, when they actually began building the spaceship, having finally secured the needed technology and metallurgy; on the 666th cycled trip through time, they will begin evolving into the gray aliens
1776 AD -- when the Freemasons/Illuminati were officially born and recognized in America
1976 AD -- Mabus the Antichrist (the AC) is born
1989 AD -- the AC is 13 and has a terrible encounter, is raped and injured, and is rescued by the aliens, which he doesn't know at the time
1992 AD -- AC is taken in by a carpenter and begins to form his theories about the Egyptian pyramids being the exact same ones as the Cydonian pyramids of Mars
2004-2006 AD -- Mabus comes to the realization that he's the AC; Jupiter is hit by a meteor on 6-6-06; AC begins his prophesied 7-year reign of the world
2007-2010 AD -- AC rebuilds Jewish Temple at Jerusalem as the sixth Great Pyramid
2012 AD -- the Second Coming of Jesus occurs, the AC and the Antis leave Earth for Venus, and the Earth is hit by the giant meteor, all on December 27; the reign of the Illuminati on Earth begins; end of the world on the Sacred Mayan calendar
2013 AD (2,000,000 BC) -- the AC and the Antis are supposed to land on Venus (Past Earth)
2013 AC (1,000,000,000 BA) -- Noah and the mystery spacecraft actually land on Venus (Primitive Past Earth)
2500 AD -- all human life on Earth (Primitive Future Mars) has died out
Story About the Nazis
Written by an Anonymous Client
Copy Edited and Rewritten with
Annotations by Karen Cole Peralta
Chapter 1
Berlin, Germany
Friday August 23rd, 1940
Summer sunlight warmed the streets of Berlin throughout the morning as the day slowly passed into an amiable Friday afternoon. Headlines in Berlin’s “Borsen Zeitung” paraded success after success, culminating in [klp1a]Hermann [klp2a]Göering’s latest boast: that if the beleaguered British ever managed to drop a single bomb on Germany’s capital city, “You can call me the Jew Meister."[klp3a]
To the vast majority of Berliners,[klp4a]the war was simply held at arm’s length, and nearly over. But to certain others, daily life was only a continuously savage misery, ever since Chancellor Adolf Hitler’s Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei (National Socialist Party) finally attained its dictatorship powers on January 30th, 1933.
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Be careful, thought Anna, as she crossed the road and walked onto Kurfürstendamm.[klp5a] As a half-Jew, a Mischlinge, Anna Mahler knew she shouldn’t be there, but it was the quickest way to Goethestraße, where the former[klp6a] Dokter Jutta Sandler, a Jew, now lived in hiding from the Gestapo.
The street was full of people. Don't look at their faces, she thought; one of them might point, and loudly scream, “Jude!” Despite having visited Sandler before, she still felt nervous. Life under the Nazis had taught her this all too well. She passed a bar, a hotel, a restaurant, then even a public toilet the law barred from her usage. But she was strong, and she knew she could make her way.
As she quietly walked, Anna thought of her husband, and how much she loved him. He was so brave, so emotionally tough. It would’ve been easy for Dr. Christian Mahler, an eminent mathematician at the Friedrich-Wilhelms Universität, and classified by the Nazis as a true-blood German, to have divorced her as advised. But Christian stood by Anna, and she still felt responsible for his immediate dismissal from the university. Crossing the street, her thoughts turned to Dr. Sandler, and of the law removing Jutta’s right to practice medicine two years ago. She recalled her outspokenness, and the circumstances leading to her enforced isolation. It had all been so tragic, and so completely unnecessary.
Anna reached the corner of Bleibraustraße, a street whose north branched off towards the Bahnhof Savignyplatz.[klp7a] A group of German Army officers were drinking beer outside a small cafe´. Afraid, Anna drew away from them. Nearing the Knesebeckstraße revenue office, she noticed a disturbance outside the Hotel Roxy. A large crowd was assembling, with more people exiting the U Bahn station off Uhlandstraße, many heading the same way. Bravely disregarding everything experience taught her, and in spite of realising being caught on Ku’damm meant being incarcerated in a KZ, a concentration camp, Anna furtively approached.
Through a mass of bystanders, Anna caught sight of a slightly built man being baited by a drunken mob of SS soldiers. She overheard someone say they were SS, “Totenkopf” Division. They wore black dress uniforms, with the silver skull and crossbones insignia Anna detested, and the double runic “S” of pagan Germany, which totally disgusted her. Their belts were emblazoned with the ludicrous motto: “My honour is loyalty.”
One of this highly dangerous group, a tall, well-built man whom the others called Unterscharführer, an SS-corporal, was certain the petrified man was a Communist he’d known several years ago, before the war had begun.
“Communist!” he screamed. “I recall you; you’re from the Moltke School. You were always with the Kozy-loving bastards!” The Unterscharführer pushed the hapless man, scoffing at him. “I bet you developed into the perfect Marxist. I’ll wager the Gestapo is interested in you.”
The man, falling back, sharply protested his innocence. “I’ve never seen you before in my life! I’m a National Socialist. I voted for der Führer, even before 1933!” He frantically searched the crowd’s faces for help and support. Not finding any, he turned to his attackers. “Please! I’m telling you the truth. I swear it! Wait, I’ll show you my papers.”
The group of soldiers closed in, a pack of self-proclaimed wolves surrounding their terrified prey. “Shut your filthy lying mouth!” barked the Unterscharführer, slapping down the man’s arm, which held his shakily outstretched papers. “Papers can be bought or forged. Anyway, I never forget a face.” The drunken decision had been made. Anna noticed several people silently turning away, and a small boy swiftly covering his eyes. She nervously fidgeted; her plain-colored clothes needed adjusting.
‘If you’re not a Communist,’ the Unterscharführer went on, briefly pausing to look over his audience, which was hushed completely in a sober silence, “perhaps you’re a depraved pervert who requires the Queer Squad. Well, should you be wearing a pink triangle, you f-----g pervert?”
Laughing maniacally, he poked at the man’s chest vigorously, his eyes wide with pleasure. His faltering, pitiful captive bounced back and forth like a demented puppet, flapping his outstretched arms now merely to keep his balance.
‘Then again, maybe you’re a f-----g Jew.” If this was decided, the small man’s life was over. They would simply take him over to the nearest wall, make him kneel and shoot him in the head execution-style. That was one of the many "seduction" methods of the Nazis, meant to lure certain people into the submission of an easy death.[klp8a]
Piteously, the man shook his head hard, as moans escaped somewhere from within the crowd.
The Unterscharführer ignored the man’s most heartfelt denials. “Look,’ he joked to the crowd, “I believe we’ve caught ‘Israel’ corrupting our good Aryan streets.” Haughty and merciless, he slapped the man twice across his pale face; the man lifted his arms high, attempting to stop him.
This, of course, only encouraged the Unterscharführer’s drunken hatred. Again, he slapped the helpless man, backhanding him with all his strength. “No,” he snarled. “I remember you, all right.”
Breathing heavily, the man continued to vociferously proclaim his innocence as the crowd murmured with uncertainty. Anna carefully edged closer, preparing for the worst possible of sights.
The Unterscharführer had decided. Taking a well-practiced boxing stance, he punched hard into the man’s protesting face, obliterating his nose, disintegrating it into a wound of open flesh.
“Go on, Gunther!” shouted one of his beer and power-drunk men. “Do what you did to that Tommy[klp9a] at Le Paradis!” Laughing, the haughty figure known as Gunther joyfully remembered their hugely victorious engagement.
Part of the 2nd Totenkopf Regiment, he and his men had followed retreating British troops of the Royal Norfolk Regiment the previous May. After gaining an easy victory, the Nazis shot all those surrendering, in the paddock of a farm off the Rue du Paradis, in northern France.
The injured man simply dropped to the ground. Raising his hands to his throat, he found himself choking on his own blood. Finally, he managed to breathe, but it was far too late.
Others in the group, unable to resist an easy target, joined in. For now, it was as if they were back in Poland. A volatile SS-Private, SS-Mann, began to wade into the defenceless man’s head, followed by another who kicked at his body. While this horrible scene kept on, the Unterscharführer stepped around the man’s twisting form, roughly separating his legs. Anna sucked in a deep, heart-clenching breath, unsure what to do. Nonchalantly, the Nazi lifted a foot, then catapulted it powerfully down into the man’s scrotum with an audible thud. After a final thin cry, the lost man fell blessedly unconscious, if only for a while.
The crowd ebbed back in silent waves of wonder. The German people had always been told the soldiers of both the Wehrmacht, the armed services, and the SS were the flag bearers of goodness and honesty. This terrifying scenario was relentlessly neither good, nor at all truly honest.
Suddenly Anna’s attention was drawn across the road to a black Mercedes. It screeched to a standstill. Even before it stopped, one of its occupants was out and running, and a patently Gestapo agent followed him from the car. Anna felt herself go rigidly cold. She’d heard all about the Gestapo prison, the Hausgefängnis, on Prinz-Albrechtstraße, and the Kripo cells on Alexanderplatz, “The Alex.” No one who went there was ever heard from again, they said.
Inconspicuously as possible, Anna started to walk. She kept her head down to draw no Jew-hunting attention to herself, but all the while she was afraid how she’d left had given her away. The street moved past on either side, a blur in a different dimension. She heard a torrent of shouts, but dared not turn back. Her shoes never clicked, and were only a silent breeze against the pavement.
Surely, if she was extremely quiet, she would get away. Surely, she would!
But then the very idea of Christian calmed her down. She slowed, thinking, he’d be annoyed that I put myself in such danger. I must try to be calm, and think clearly, she thought.
She realised how right he’d been. Christian was always right. If she followed his plans, she knew she’d be safe. All she had to do was act naturally. It was as though Christian was walking next to her, guiding her. She could even hear his composed voice, achingly familiar and resolute. Act naturally, she’d heard him say again. She cautiously adjusted her skirt, walking steadily back to Kurfürstendamm,[klp10a]and the former Dr. Jutta Sandler. Anna was only one shopper amongst thousands of others; if she could somehow mind her own business and stay completely silent and circumspect at all times, maybe she could stay alive indefinitely. But this crystal-clear fact did not make her happy.[klp11a]
1 [klp1a] Should state Göering’s specific position in the Third Reich.
2 [klp2a] I’m used to this spelling of “Göering.”
3 [klp3a] Couldn’t find “Meier” in my German-English dictionary. The closest meaning, oddly enough, was "monger." If you meant “monger,” you could use “Jew-Kramer.” It might be less confusing to the reader. However, I'm pretty sure you meant "Master" from the sentence structure's meaning, so I used "Meister."
4 [klp4a] I add phrases and lines like these for color and emphasis.
5 [klp5a] Is this a street? Sorry, I really couldn't tell. Please explain. The reader probably can't, either.
6 [klp6a] Spelled in first instance, abbreviated in all following instances.
7 [klp7a] Please elaborate.
8 [klp8a] I simply added this, knowing that the Nazis sometimes operated this way in the Berlin, Germany of 1940. But it might not be exactly what you have in mind here. You seem to be a WWII expert, so let me know and I can rewrite this part. I have a German-English dictionary and can invest in any other related books. If I have questions about certain matters, I will e-mail them to you as I run across them while editing. Please also feel free to email me with any questions or comments.
9 [klp9a] No need for quotes around this use of an ethnic pejorative. However, you might want to tell the uninformed reader what a "Tommy" is, namely an English soldier in this case.
10 [klp10a] Again, it’s not obvious what this is. A street? A plaza? You need to explain it the first time, but probably not later, unless it's sketchy or seems unclear as to what you're describing.
11 [klp11a] I made several additions--such as this one--for dramatic effect. It helps guide the readers along and keeps them guessing. I hope you like them. If not, please let me know exactly what you don't like or want me to do so that I can revise my editing accordingly.
I wrote this
poem in honor of any non-Japanese who
kept Japanese-American property safe on Bainbridge
Island, WA, during the WWII Japanese-American
Internment. If there even were any such people. Most
other Americans ripped off J-A property, and bought
their houses from the US government for cheap.
Are broken sideways.
The moon is the guide,
time and time again,
muddy as bean-paste
mixed with vinegar.
Oars hit waves.
My old self sits again,
with a bit of madness in me.
A big ball of snow,
not quite his fill;
piercing alarms to drive a badger away,
the beautiful pears ripe in his garden,
who my neighbor truly is.
In a way, it was fun not to see Mt. Fuji in foggy rain.
Letter of Query Sample
Written by Karen Cole Peralta
(Literary Agent or Publisher)
(Today’s Date)
Dear (Literary Agent or Publisher),
Don’t you find it amazing how women will spend thousands of dollars to improve their lives? Plastic surgery, diets that don’t work, exercise machinery, therapy--it seems that women are willing to spend whatever it takes to improve their looks and feel a greater sense of control over their lives. What these women don’t realize is that with a few simple, extremely inexpensive and carefully applied holistic steps, an improved lifestyle can be achieved both naturally and quickly. You don’t need to spend the money. What you need to spend is the time.
My book, Forever Young & Beautiful: A Woman’s Health and Wellness Guide for the Body, Mind, & Spirit, is almost guaranteed to bring about such positive and natural lifestyle changes. I am a professional motivational speaker, group counselor, and author of several published articles on health, beauty, and nutrition. I have also been a licensed beautician and cosmetologist who owned and operated several beauty salons. I have long been a natural, holistically-oriented beauty expert, and am aware of many industry secrets. And along with many medical experts and nutritionists, I am totally convinced that healthy dietary changes and better lifestyle choices have a lot to do with the quality and longevity of women’s lives. In Forever Young & Beautiful, I share the many holistic secrets I have found over the years that aid women in feeling wonderful, looking younger, and living longer--naturally. This book covers a wide and extensive range of topics, ranging from well-balanced nutrition and the postponement of aging to successful parenting and almost everything you need to know about the early child care years. Techniques for achieving outer beauty and inner peace as well as a holistic segment on spiritual health are also included. Forever Young & Beautiful is sure to teach readers everything they need to know about staying young, healthy, and more than exuberantly delighted with their lives!
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Forever Young & Beautiful is approximately 250 double-spaced manuscript pages (50,000 words). I received a lot of positive feedback from the book’s general audience. It was first published in December 2001, and I am now looking to publish a completely revised version, one which will reach a much broader mass-market audience.
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Thank you for your time and attention. I look forward to hearing from you. I’ve enclosed a biographical note, a comparative market assessment, and an SASE for your reply. Return of any of the materials is not necessary.
With the Warmest Regards,
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P.S. This is a multiple submission.
VINCENT DECAMPO
Brief Biography
Written by Karen Cole Peralta
Vincent G. DeCampo was born in Yonkers, New York. At age eight, his family moved to Washington D.C. After WWII and his mother’s death, the family moved to Maryland, where he grew up, going to school and working there.
Vincent, an extremely passionate and strong-blooded Italian-American, first turned on to writing while attending the University of Maryland, where he worked as Manager of Campus Projects in the Engineering and Architecture Department. But a time-consuming job and the science of raising three talented children stalled his writing career, until his retirement fully commenced.
His first novel, Tales of Mellwood, an adventure-laden historical novel, was released in September 2003 by Publish America. He also had three short stories published by Infinity Press. They appear in an anthology, Peanut Butter and Jellyfish, which will be out in December 2003. He also belongs to the Ormond Writer’s League, a critiquing group of fifteen local published writers.
Vincent says he is much like the characters in his books: multi-faceted, tough-living and hardboiled, and possibly even a little mentally disturbed. Like Jared in Escape Into Hell he has sudden, mysterious attacks of morbid fear and heartfelt passion. But unlike Jared, Vincent is totally in control of himself, and does not own a ten-foot-long blacksnake. He doesn’t need one, for he knows no one can defeat him. Well-built both physically and mentally, he feels that no man can ever drive him down, or beat him up.
Vincent now lives in Ormond Beach, Florida, with his lovely and wonderful wife, and is finally doing what he likes best: writing mystery stories. He is currently churning out several hard-hitting mystery/horror novels, the first of which is Escape Into Hell; but he still has plenty of time for playing jazz, collecting old recordings and sport cards, doing volunteer work, and walking on the beach with his wife.
Quote from Vincent: “The many moods of the sea stir the imagination, yielding an eternity of story ideas.” You may also visit his website at www.writerbytheocean.com .
THE DEATH DEFYING
WAREHOUSE PARTY LIFE
Interview by “W. of Orange” (Karen Cole Peralta)
About an entire local music industry that’s rarely heard from, briefly navigated by a remote being that coalesces, rarely, around music scenes and their absurd atrocities; published by "The Stranger" weekly newspaper of Seattle, WA.
Sonny Chelf is the orneriest house party producer I know who hails from Tacoma. In fact, he’s the only such producer I know from Tacoma. Most of those kind of guys hang about the Seattle area, drifting back and forth in their musical skeins and ongoing search for monetary angles.
Jason Alley’s from Issaquah. They both operate forklifts in warehouses for their real livings. And I met them over coffee awhile ago at Starbucks on Broadway for a happy, peppy interview with two of the greater Seattle area’s own warehouse party producers.
Sonny, casual, relaxed and vivacious, wore “Portuguese” golden earrings; Jason, soft-spoken and shy, wore a diamond-blue ball cap over his sweet blue eyes and blond hair. Sonny is fair and Black, but doesn’t sound that way until you press him, and then a trickle of southern Blacklish begins to filter in, conversationally speaking.
How long have you been involved in the warehouse game, I suddenly asked.
Sonny: The first part of this took place in 1981. That was in Germany. Parties in Germany used more hype. Parties here seem to be more about money and competition.
Jason: I joined TUF Productions for the last party. I joined with another party than ours…some producers have a different agenda than others…(indicating Sonny, giggling.)
What is your agenda? I ask the cute black dude.
Sonny: First we sit there and have a headache. Nah, usually I like to find a space first. That’s kind of a last minute thing you have to do.
Jason: There’s been a lot of problems with the city. The city is pushing hard to shut the shows down.
Sonny: There was a battle over permits being in order.
Jason: The city would threaten to take the house over.
Sonny: Yeah.
Jason: The city would intimate that a party would be through. The owners of the building would refuse to rent to those who produced shows, for fear their properties would have police action taken against them.
These statements led to general murmurings amongst us.
So, whatever is your “agenda” now, I softly inquired.
Sonny: (About) the agenda? Line up the DJs!!! They come from everywhere, basically. When we produce a flyer, we try to promote it (the party) day in and day out. During that time, we finish producing the rest of the show. Lights, sound, security, permits, “etcetera.” And then it’s showtime! I like to get in a building at noon, but it never happens. Just to fine-tune the building! (He laughed, sliding slowly backwards in his seat.)
Jason: If we have decorations, some people put up fences. (I never found out what “fences” are.) It needs all completed. The sound system usually arrives in the middle of things.
We joked around about the house movement….”Yeah, the houses are moving!!!” as I’m not much of a raver m’self, yet. The joints do indeed jump.
What message to others, anyway, do you guys have to impart?
Jason: Positive energy.
Sonny: Peace, love, joining one another together. But after the party comes the teardown. I hate it, but it has to be done.
I asked Sonny if that’s his real name. Yes, it is. He was wearing a hunting cap, Polynesian earrings, and he vaguely resembled a certain letter of the alphabet due to his glasses.
Jason’s blue ball cap was fastidiously reversed. Two more either-bread and mayonnaise guys could not be found, but they were definitely having to skirt the law.
I finally found out what happened last spring, which had been the current House Party Mystery Scenario.
Sonny: A dividing of the whole scene here occurred. There were occurrences of two parties being thrown on the same night. Something had to stop. Seattle’s not that big. It’s not that good here, we need more party room. Evolution (back in October, and partially run by a close relative of mine named Joachim, incidentally) just had 1500 people. It was over 1500, really.
Jason: We had over 1200. But Seattle is not really a good indicator. In LA (what doesn’t begin, end, and stall out in LA?) they have BIG huge parties, with a couple hundred thousand people, easily.
A couple…what? I stupifiedly intoned, slurping my Starbucks. That couldn’t be real, I thought, they’d need a football stadium…which they have, somewhere.
I dreamed to myself, the party interview vortex has been reentered. I’ve been being told that everyone and no one ever interviews these warehouse party guys. Now I see why. No one ever believes them when they talk about the party sizes.
Sonny then said he begged in on things with Jason through a mutual friend of theirs named Tim. On Tim, Sonny said, “we’ve talked to Tim. How’re you?” This, referring to my earlier interview more on the Seattle end of things, with Joachim. Tim, there, is not a part of the company anymore. I guess that’s the party vortex for you.
Sonny next managed to imitate the world’s blandest, meekest expression, which was already on Jason’s wan, pink face.
Jason: All I have to say is we hope people keep supporting the shows.
Sonny: I’m the quiet person of all this. I like to come in like the wind and leave…like…the wind….
Jason: I like to be around the people. I like to be around the friends. (I always got the impression this is a tightly-knit, hard-to-enter crowd. But I asked them about making a living at it.)
Sonny: I like to be around this for the money. If I didn’t do this for the money, I wouldn’t do it.
It feels like I’ve learned, after several interviews with Seattle/Tacoma’s warehouse partying folks, that there’s no money in this, really. Off the last shows, they don’t seem to have made a dime.
PeaceFrog’s Civilization party in November barely broke even, in fact losing at least $200. One of the PeaceFrog producers told me only about half the people coming in even paid. I don’t think Joachim got his cut at all. But their group is still plugging away at making the lively, eventful, and appreciably loud parties continue to happen.
Sonny said, the way I feel…it might make the WRONG money…(I think he meant the probably drug revenues from hangers-on selling at the parties.) Me, I broke in with: But, what if you were, say, normal?
Jason: Good point.
Sonny: What if everybody else was like what’s on the street, already there. (Recall that Sonny’s Black, please.) You’re gonna get ‘em “thowed in jay-al.” I’ve done two (parties) in Tacoma (an infamously Black establishment, in some ways.) There’s a problem with that. Seattle people don’t travel. The Dome is too commercial. This isn’t…a commercial event...that I do.
Go to shows, Sonny said. I have a real job. I work, in a warehouse, driving forklifts. I’m a laborer. Saturday nights are my date. That’s the party date. (He pretty much implied this is his social life. I am forced to think both Sonny and Jason are house-devoted, maximally.)
After this pleasant, caring interview time was spent, one happy writer left those two fine, unrude, music-bestrewed dudes to hit their next appointment in town. The memory lingers, but the music is fortunately elsewhere, waiting for the next major warehouse debacle to begin. From the general sound of things, I would suggest checking out Los Angeles if you want to hit the biggest party scenes.
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