As if in a dilemma, two separated and distinctive ways it was always presented in the whole celebration. It was a chaotic scene for the untrained eye. And it confused even the more habituated viewer, with huge horns in alternate pieces, the two horned adorned into “silly-gism” in which the followers (or rather, adorers) considered a divinity.
The believers are committed to the rest of their lives to accept one or another, each of which contradicts more the other. It is like a crossroad. Thus it only proposes a response to take a chance, take in a flight, and choose something between the two of them. And these are not so fine decisions, each with equally horrendous consequences, and believe in it, but being ready to pay the price for the choice one makes.
A complexity of spirituality and paganism, enriched by a gigantic wooden-made polychrome image of an African Saint, composed the whole scenario. And the mysticism evaporated its freshness by its own pores, spreading a kind of mist in the air which, nevertheless, could not disguise the unusual shadowy presence in the platform, like a spectrum of illusions. It was rather an assault to all the senses, though decency was never a necessity, being non-sense of what it was to censor.
Covered by the roughness on the surface, the sculpture’s form easily betrayed the lightness and elegance of the Saint’s eyes, all made of chrome. The body reflected the golden leaves which, in turn, replenished the whole ambiance with light, and all over the exquisite atmosphere, from the top to the bottom.
All the sculptures, set in a semi circle, illuminated the set with decorated wands that shivered conforming to the light that touched them, all colored and vibrant, with many rocks that scintillated and reflected the formation on the platform. An odd ordination of a clunky delight persuaded anyone less attentive to reach out to it and surrender to its power.
The Halloween conspiracy is nothing compared with what she was about to experience in a session of an exposed “dispossession” which literally means that your body was taken by a demon.
That is to say that when an evil spirit, or a bad intentioned soul possess you as a disembodied entity, sucking your magnetic field, you can even incarnate the devilish form, contaminating your body like an out of this world group of contortionists, penetrating it like invisible worms, and turning it into an ugly mess, I mean, mass... and you don’t even know it is all happening to you or to someone else, something takes control over your body.
It dominates you in such a way that you are now a believer. But others will take you to a session to release that force away from you. Where all that come from it? Please, I am still trying to explain why she was even there! She needed magic in her life. And she was hungering for an exotic scene to worship. She was eagerly waiting to contemplating an ocean of love. Only that the red sea of love that she was about to swim would be surrounded by blood. And she was willing to give up her soul in order to accomplish that.
In February 1958, three years after been first displayed as the playmate of the month in Playboy´s magazine Jane Mansfield was stripped to her waist in a Mardis Grass party in Brazil.
Mansfield and Mickey Hargitay attended a dance at Copacabana Palace Hotel. Jayne wore a very small dress with flowers all sewed on the bodice. As if possessed Jayne stood up in her chair and started to shimmy her whole body, until her companions were so excited that they pulled the flowers off her chest and made her appear nude, as in a topless. They had her stripped to her waist and they in turn pinched her so hard she had bruises all over her chest. She seemed to enjoy the whole ordeal and it did indeed look like it was the deal. She looked as if she was in a trance. Mickey pulled her down and covered her with his coat.
They suddenly broke out of the party and left the ballroom to take a limousine and headed up north to go to another party, in a more underground fashion way by striptease dancer Luz del Fuego naturist club´s Sun Island at the Bay of Guanabara. Jayne and her husband arrived in their motor launch as Luz and a companion were bathing naked in the sun. Luz and her companion friendly approached the visitors, and they gently said that they were more than welcomed to make a tour in the island as long as they left their pudency (and prudency) out. Although Jayne said she would like very much to see the island which was covered by a luxurious forest, she seemed to be hesitant. Luz del Fuego with her hot temper and her imperative demands with a fuzz covering her body with her luxurious black hair like Eve, and made a fuss out of what later would become the news of not only gossip magazines but serious newspaper at that time.
“Only nudists are allowed on this beach, bitch!” She repeated. Well, not the bitch part, for she was classy and very polite, she had been raised well enough as not to say a bad word.
“No clothes, no blows, only pros... she naturally glows!” Her friend said looking at his divine brunette partner.
“Now that´s a grit grater, I mean great greeter!” Jayne answered jumping off the boat. They went to the pier. Mickey was already throwing all his clothes off and put his ego away as he went out of sight, jumping into the warm water.
But when asked by Luz to strip her clothes off, Jayne oddly refused to disrobe completely as it was the rule to visitors who came to the island and then the couple left as they were forbidden to enter there. It seemed too much for Jayne to “bare”. Bear in mind that she had always been paid to show off her parts. Her modesty barred her visit to the nudist colony. Luz del Fuego complained that Jayne was implying that nudity was immoral.
“Too bad I´m not Marilyn Monroe, she is a naturalist.” Jayne said that with a bit of a sarcastic spit.
“I would not feel right...” She then replied to Luz.
“I won´t strip me off and I´m so sorry about that!”
“That volcano erupting like a bombshell in the sea of hypocrisy thinks she could break up my own rules and play all “no see on the sea”. Was she sorry, all right?”
And Luz del Fuego quoted her later on to the journalists. An island visited by international celebrities on the likes of Brigitte Bardot and Steve McQueen. Although McQueen, who had so many worldwide friends, so much so that he was the only celebrity to carry the Bruce Lee´s casket in 1973. He was a frequent visitor of the island. But once he woke up with a creepy snake rolled around his neck, and other insects which were all crawled over his body, he never came back since then. But he was used to this near death experiences, as he was next in the list of celebrities to be murdered by the Masons family, which included in their morbid agenda the actors Burt Lancaster and Elizabeth Taylor. But luckily the members of that sect were captured in 1969 after killing in cold blood and a brutal way Sharon Tate in her eight-month pregnancy.
Back to the sunny hot island with temperatures reaching over one hundred degrees Fahrenheit or 40 degrees Celsius, Jayne´s refusal had only ignited more fire on Luz´s tongue that spitted fire like a serpent. Funny enough, for moral purposes, besides clothes, alcohol beverage and sex practices as well as swearing language and profanities were forbidden in the island.
“But showing off her boobs in a cleavage-baring, barely provocative pose in a too tempting way to get attention to her breasts and her nipples falling on her plate while seated on the table next to Sophia Loren in a Beverly Hills party was not much to ask”, grasped Luz del Fuego going back to bake in the sun of her Sun Island.
Jayne and her husband then left back to Rio. But before that Mickey went back to the beach. He had no problems showing how so strong and powerful he was. Finally, as it was already dark when he came back to the boat, he saw a distressed Jayne. She was there, crying out all wondering if he would ever come back from that paradisiacal island.
“You had to see it, I couldn't believe it myself have I not seen this through my own eyes... there were birds everywhere with unimaginable beauty out there, all singing their own songs... Lizards so well-developed they look like alligators. And crocodiles so huge they looked like dragons. And many other reptiles so big they all looked like dinosaurs...” He was mesmerized by what he had experienced.
“And why do y
ou look so sour... Are you still sober?” To portraying a life as a Tarzan and Jane in an exotic island had always been their dream. But it seemed that for an urban Jayne, used to the artificial spotlight and not the natural sun, only burned her peroxide scalp.
They were both very athletic, but Jayne always had a weakness to too much drinking which caused her Hungarian and more healthier-inclined hubby to having pretending he was blind in more than many occasions.
“Too many rules in Paradise”, she replied. “Besides, no alcohol and no sex, that´s indeed too much to ask!”
Mickey didn´t pay much attention to his newly-wed wife and much less to what she said in despite of all her humiliation. After making him prove his love for her, by having to build a swimming pool in the shape of a heart before she decided that he was good enough to marry her, he didn´t know what else he could do for her, to make her happier. She was certainly really mad at his attitude of leaving her all by herself and waiting for him, and afraid of being attacked by a monkey or other sea creatures. But he didn´t quite get what was going on in her brain.
He hopped in the boat just hoping she wouldn´t complain much in their way back to the hotel. But as she kept saying how hard it was to stay there in that hot sun and frying her brains out, he started to get pretty cynical about the whole situation. He just made some mockery about the entire ordeal.
“Why did you come here, in the first place?” He said angrily. “Weren´t we supposed to have much fun?”
“Yes, but I meant it together... not only fun for you.”
“So you are implying that I do not care for you, that I'm cynical and selfish... is that what you are trying to say?”
“No, you misinterpreted me. I really want a tour in the Island.” Jayne tried to cool her husband down a little as she saw that she was swimming in hot water.
“Oh, so would you like a tour now?” Then he turned the boat side by side and went on making a tour bouncing back and forth, accelerating, making waves and leaving the boat in circles for hours, right there in the middle of the ocean.
“Mickey, honey, would you please stop that? I´m getting really sick...” The blond bombshell tripped into the lifeboat inside the barge. She was about to throw the beverage that she just had in her stomach over that shaking boat. She curled over and looked pale. It was a rough sea and scene.
“Didn´t you want a trip in the island? There you have it!”
“Why are you being so rude? Why do you have to be so mean to me like that? I didn't do anything...”
“Exactly! You just stayed there... but I did have some fun, and that´s why you are so angry with me?”
“No, darling, I don't mean that. I just thought we could both have some fun... that's all!” She thought that she was being the nicest person in the world... So why in heaven’s he would be so retarded to treat her like a bag of garbage. But he only heard her whining over her wine. This way she would never win.
The more she complained the more he accelerated the fast boat. And oh, man, he was fast! Speed racer (or “arsed”) was his second name anyway.
Jayne fell back again. As the launch turned and Mickey made a zigzag movement around the bay, Luz del Fuego could swear that this was just a play as she saw the whole show from the beach, and Jayne coming up and down like she was practicing for a dance presentation.
“See you next fall!” Luz greeted to Mickey, as he waved back for he had already promised her that he would be back to that Paradise, making sure that his next time he would come alone. And there Jayne felt the pain and fell once more.
So mysteriously are the ways that things happen in life, we cannot quite understand how and why the events following with enough coincidental points are presented with such lack of discrepancy, that they can only become myths. Those two daring women died in the same year of 1967: Jayne on June 29 (and with something related to the Goddess Juno) and Luz del Fuego on July 19, tragically murdered by a fisherman who she was about to denounce and he would surely be condemned for overfishing only if she had survived to tell the tale.
Mickey was possessed by his own sense of virility. His eyes turned to a reddish flash as he crossed the Atlantic Ocean.
And that was the same image recorded in my mind when I heard about a kind of shaman being possessed by an energy, his eyes turning into red, and he swirling his body around and spinning in and out like a dervish (or like a devilish being, I dare say) and who was doing his best performance in the terrain of Macumba in Rio de Janeiro.
It´s all a folkloric view: Chicken loose heads, people drink just a little too much and not only from an alcoholic source, as much as from blood. Women and men dance almost naked, all night and day. They sing and dance frenetically around the fire. And she could hear a cry.
A girl possessed by an evil spirit just fainted on the floor in the middle of the circle.
She thinks that she was overwhelmed by that session, the lack of oxygen, along with the intoxicating smoke from the fire, and with the entire circle to making they lose their senses, and giving them the total freedom for a contact with the darker sides of their souls.
A woman dances freely, a snake surrounding her body. She bounces back and forth and touches the image of a saint, shaking it and dancing, as if it was an animated character. Yemanja, the queen of the ocean is taken from the altar. They threw her at the sea, with white candles over her figure.
She then hears another cry in the night from a ghetto of Rio. Now it is not the girl but the whole ceremony is varnished by demons.
It is a tribal ritual that she will never forget. They danced in circle, and they all slithered their bodies in a rainbow shower with a colored wheel of ecstasies, all in trance. The sun came to show its immaculate face at the Copacabana Beach and the boys played Capoeira, traditional Brazilian moves and rhythms, a mixture of dance and martial arts on the sand; the whole group encircled them, pivoting not as a group but as an unique soul, chanting strange names while playing the vibrating instrument made of wood called Berimbau. She walks and she feels dizzy just by looking down, immersed on the zigzags from the sidewalks all embodied with the Burle Marx’s ingenious moves, of a rather sinuous design.
A man looks into her eyes. He looks intensely at her. Or I should say, he looks through her eyes. She felt so transparent that she fell down on his spell. Forgive me but this vibe requested another rhyme: “She feels the smell, and she fell over his spell...”
It seems that he is the devil himself, impersonated in a well-shaped human form, or he is the evil spirit who had just left the girl's body and tried to possess her. And she sees that it is not his eyes that see hers, but someone else is seeing through her eyes that look back through her. She starts to shiver.
She wants to leave the place, but he takes her and he starts to dance with her back touching his belly slightly against her, spraying his sweaty body all over her skin. Suddenly she sees many hands touching her body, wanting her possessed in what I call a total freaky Halloween.
Her hips swing, following the rhythm in a sequence of an almost choreographic movement coming from the sound of the bongos.
She first hesitates. Then she leaves her whole body bouncing, while she allows herself to take part of this. A strong sound so deeply inside her ears, in a symbiotic war of flesh and lust matches with her heart beatings. She loosens up and gives herself permission to lose control to their souls.
Now she is one of them, there is just no way back. Little would she know, and she would learn then that she had already lost all of herself. All is black.
She faints. They take her to the bathroom. They then take some fresh water from the sink and start to throw the liquid over her face. She comes back to her senses and starts to cry. They left her alone.
They were expecting the blond to get out of that toilet soon. Another woman with sunglasses was inside there too. She left before the blond. They kidnapped her instead.
One of the bad guys had a knife in his hand.
“She is no billio
naire’s wife!”
They grabbed her arm, and as they walked at the Hotel’s entrance, a man passed. She looked at him trying to make eye contact. In a desperate move she held his arm firmly.
“Call the police!” She shouted. The kidnappers left the Hotel with the blond. But the receptionist saw when they left with the victim, and after a rapid chasing them by the police officers, one of them jumped out of the car. The other two couldn´t hold her anymore and they were caught into their own equivocal plot.
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Mind Control and the Beta Program
Everything in the room is WHITE.
In fact I can’t even see anyone just white objects -
They cut me open
Like out of a raggedy ann doll—is given up—Arthur is disappointed—
let down.
Out of control from the mind program, Marilyn was taken by *spy-chiatrists (*yes, I know, I don´t have dyslexia anymore, only when I was a child and I didn´t misspell it wrongly. It was just wordplay among so many pranks and played stuff rolling over this statement) as she was found dead just after the following public event:
On May 19, 1962 after hearing Marilyn singing to him the most sensuous “Happy Birthday” from the world History JFK confessed and declared as not to forfeit such state of grace:
"I can now retire from politics after having had 'Happy Birthday' sung to me in such a sweet, wholesome way;”
And a year later he indeed did retire, or rather was forced through to get a retirement and he was about to break into a long, dreadful, forceful rest.
The Strenuous Life and Death of some Anna Nicole a.k.a. Marilyn Monroe Wannabe and who was compared to Jayne Mansfield. On February, 2007 she was found dead in a hotel room in Hollywood, Florida.
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