A Princess of THE REVOLUTION

There is a certain freedom that no one read my blog from the other day.  It is like protection from another realm.  I just want to be able to express the road that I travel.  I felt James Masters coming through yesterday and today.  He was Spike on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  He is Irish and has many offerings for world community.  There is a heat in the atmosphere that he can vent fairly easily with his poetry.  James, your name is a family name for me.  My grandfather, uncle, and cousin on my mother's side, are all named James.  My brother also is associated with that line.  I look to Lutherans today to begin to excavate the rubble I sit in.  I have hit the pay dirt of industry that hit me when I was in Chung Moo Quan.  It had to do with a free concert Prince gave at Paisley Park, in Chanhassen, MN.  The Dinner Theater was involved which was connected with my father's theater, Old Log Theater, from the 70's.  It has more recently been renivated, thus all deceit has been covered up.  I was out dancing at The Mall of America (at Gator's) with the one other female from my dojo.  Prince's bodyguard came over and personally invited us to the show.  It was blizzarding, but we went and did arrive without getting stuck or in an accident.  Prince had been a member of Park Ave United Methodist Church where he eventually got married.  It was my father's church and my siblings and I would attend when we went to stay with my father at his house by Powderhorn Park.  It was a predominantly African American population.  It was the only United Methodist Church like it.  Now I see the space between.  The scene there and at Paisley was brutal physical and sexual torture, and that is all I will say, but the lattice that is forming is painting the picture of why I wanted to stay off TV and out of industry.  I knew I lacked protection, especially from wagging tongues, thus I chose to immerse myself in CIA recovery and a relationship with the universal master of Pagan tradition, Jeff.   I think that Jeff knew about this Paisley incident because he had been in industry since he was 3, but it made him just be tender with me at times, and listen to me the one time that he yelled at me.  He curled up on the bed with me and said that he was sorry and held me for about a half hour.  My Chung Moo Quan Master Mike now has seen the evidence and it is all clear.  The man (Prince) was not the man in the mirror or dedicated to the women of dance.  Behind the scenes, he was always UMC, and a patient of my father's.  My father would treat him, even for a guitar playing arm broken when he fell off a ladder trying to change a light bulb.  He should have gone directly to Abott and had surgery to fix it with pins and a fiberglass splint.  No it was never the same, and Prince went after the master he saw as me especially in Muncie, IN.  My karaoke performance of "Purple Rain" at Dill Street was a smash and a group of U.S. Marines, just back from Iraq took me home and then pulled a gun and had grenades all ready to leap to the other side.  I was degraded and humiliated, and I will not discuss the crime any more than that, but it still clings to my lack of sense of self in my memory.  My thought of military would never be the same.  I saw them as clones, BECAUSE THEY WERE.  Well, Line Deputy Jeremy Dye took care of them after he and I spent a lovely night together after his karaoke show at a bar by the airport.  Today, Iam sure that he found the evidence of payment from Prince to these ignorant military masters.  Prince was actually not Pagan, he was Jehovah's Witness like The Jackson Five.  The UMC is woven into the fabric in a way that, in the end, no one knows who they are.  The whole world, and even space, is defamed, deranged, and destroyed.  I write to release this and say that sexual abuse survivors from UMC nation should write their story down on one page (in your own handwriting) and give it to a Lutheran minister (They are not Pagans, thus their tradition does actually believe in an external God and repercussions for all sin, especially verbalizations of inappropriate sexuality.), but no one who has ever had anything to do with Mount Olivet Lutheran in Minneapolis, MN.  Walk up to this white male minister and silently hand them the paper.  Put the name of any perpetrators you can remember.  Buddhist monks will tunnel through, especially Rinpoches, to give you the courage and creativity to do it in a style that you leave the experience with dignity.  Keep a photocopied copy for yourself.  Do not go to the police or to the FBI.  Do not speak to the press or anyone in L.A. or industry.  We call on Lutherans to come clean and for all to know that as long as you entertain the disease and want to be on TV, you too, will be brutalized when they call for you.  Maybe Jews can finally understand what I do.