Tonight, I put up the Tchaikovsky and Beethoven images under the Themes of Barâ-t section of the Head Page. Searching to find out if amazon.com has any recordings of Beethoven's 9th Symphony, I, then, typed in New York Philharmonic into the amazon.com Search Engine under the Music catagory. It searched for a while. Then it came up with Captain Kangaroo reads Peter and the Wolf. It did this twice. And then there is the Big Black Cow. Then there is Christ's Millennium birthday last week. Saint Patrick knew that Christ was born the same day in 1 BC. It was his main inspiration. Christ missed it except for being in my apartment theoretically in the spirit.
I don't want Christ or this theoretical Jeanine or Big Black Cow in my apartment going through this any more!*&##!!?
I have 400 new hits on my web page that my hit counter has counted. I have sold absolutely no books or CDs. I cannot support this web page without some money. I need a financier. Is there anyone out there.
I am going to divide this letter into two sections: One for an independent financier and one for Jeanine as a smaller, personal, more vital person as a financier. First the broader financier.
I believe, from the Bede, and from the Legendary material, that the Welsh under the guidance of the deposed King Arthur or Cadwallawn, who was still living at the time of King Aelfred the Great as the swineherder and wife Legend of King Aelfred. His wife at the time was his second wife, Cynwise, the first Queen of Mercia and Great Britain! Aelfred was Arthur's son with Guinevere, who is now Lauren Bacall, the actress. But there is a longer history of the Welsh reconquest of Great Britain and the Crown.
King Cerdic was the first mainlander of Welsh descent to come across and take the throne of Wessex. He was the son of Percival {Me authentically and genetically at the Millennium.} and Percival's wife {Jeanine authentically and genetically at the Millennium.}. Cerdic, genetically and authentically was Edward R. Morrow, the television news correspondent during the late 40s and early 50s. His Queen of Wessex was genetically and authentically Queen Elizabeth II., the present Queen of Great Britain. He and she were our son and daughter when Jeanine and I were Percy's.
Walter Cronkite was Hlothere, also one of our sons. Edric was Don Henley of the Eagles. Egbert was Stevie Winwood. I think they were all brothers and sons of Percival and his wife, Jeanine. Bede says Edric was the son of Hlothere and Hlothere was the brother of Egbert, but I think they were all brothers and Arthurian sons of Jeanine and I. Egfrid was actually Captain Kangaroo, or Bob Keeshan, Walter Cronkite's brother, both sons of Percival and grandsons of King Arthur!! Read on. It is all in Bede's Ecclesiastical History of the English People.
Initially, Cadwallawn retired and went to Rome to die. Percival, his son, took the Welsh aristocracy to Northern France. They began to plot the reconquest of Great Britain and the crown.
We first tried Wessex with Cedric, but that failed when a young man we harbored fell ill with the same disease his nun sister got, which killed her, and the boys mother began a personal crusade against Cedric because he was Welsh. We had to fold. Next we tried Kent.
Egbert is the next monk and King of Kent that Bede mentions. The real Anglo-Saxons were very racist against the Welsh. The Welsh were the true Christians. Egbert authentically and genetically is now Stevie Winwood, the rock star from the sixties into the eighties. He was the son of Percival and his wife.
There is a very, most treacherous part in Bede, who wrote 100 years later. I find it curious that Oswy, a Northumbrian {the Northumbrians noted for there incessant attacks on the Welsh}, should go to Iona and under the guidance of Bishop Aidan, be converted and become King of the Northumbrians. Penda, a Christian, son of Arthur and Cynwise, Welsh Christians of Christ's very blood, attacks {?} Oswy the Christian {?}. Oswy theoretically has a son, Egfrid, later to become King of the Northumbrians after Oswy is killed by Penda {?}, and held hostage by Queen Cynwise {?}, Penda's mother?
I believe that Egfrid actually was also a son of Percival, grandson of Cynwise and King Arthur, wasn't Oswy's son held prisoner, wasn't related at all to Oswy, was brother to Egbert, Hlothere, Edric, and Cedric, and we all joined hands in allowing the Welsh King Egfrid to take the throne of the Northumbrians after Oswy was converted. This is all after Edwin's vicious attacks on the Welsh, and to legitimize a Welsh Arthurian as king of the Anglo-Saxon Northumbrians with a history of attacking the Christ-blooded Welsh.
Arthur and Cynwise wrote Beowulf. The original copy, on vellum, is still with us at the Millennium. There were two scribes, the second being obviously a female. Old English became a written tongue!
The Welsh reconquested the island from Northern French bases, gradually, posing {And they were part Anglo-Saxon from way back in the early genetic development of the island.} as Anglo-Saxons who spoke and wrote in Old English.
This whole theoretical reconquest of early Great Britain would make a fine novel for the world. It is factual. Even Bede and Gildas were a part of the whole immense genetic structure of the island. Eventually, after many tries and much learning of Anglo-Saxon ways and customs, we put Aelfred on the throne of Wessex, both because he was blonde and looked Anglo-Saxon and was from Guinevere or Gwainlod's Pictish, Scandinavian blood, but because we had become ready and now was the time to fortify the island. Aelfred is Jeff Rense. You can see the Aelfred jewel. It is him.
Tchaikovsky had a French mother. Her last name, in French, was d'Assier. Her father was a Marquis in France. Asser {named after the biblical Asser or Asher} was Aelfred's top advisor, teacher, and was a Welsh monk invited in to write the Life of King Alfred.
See???
The truth behind Albion would also be explored. Everyone, from the time of the Great Biblical Flood came to Great Britain.
This history book has the potential of being the greatest, most factual history book ever undertaken.
I believe, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am the reincarnation of Percival from his own and Arthur's genetic family trees. It has come to me that when I was a young boy about to reach puberty when a young boy becomes a man, I was out playing with one of the young Anglo-Saxon boys in our Welsh Kingdom. We had just been attacked by the Anglo-Saxon Northumbrians again. This young Anglo-Saxon boy was just coming into puberty also and was twisted militarily between defending the Welsh and joining the attack of his Welsh brothers. He was my friend. It was a painful time for both of us.
He asked me, "Why ya' wanna' be a stupid Welshman???!" I didn't know why and asked my father, King Arthur, the same question.
He was angry, but thoughtful. It was a thought provoking question.
We, of course, as Welshmen, were part Anglo-Saxon as well as everything else in the book.
Eventually it dawned on us that we should become Anglo-Saxons and try for the British or English throne that way. I went to Northern France just in case we had to reconquest from there. We put Guinevere's son on the throne of Wessex, not only because of his abilities, but because he too was blonde and looked Anglo-Saxon. His reincarnation is Jeff Rense. We had to learn their ways and customs, which we already were familiar with. In the end, we finally had to reconquest the Isle from Northern France with William the Conqueror.
I believe this to be true with all my heart. I think, if we looked carefully, with an entirely new perspective, that we would find much obvious proof for this theory.
In other words, the Welsh never once lost the British Throne and many people in Great Britain who think they are English are really predominantly Welsh, particularly the Aristocracy!!!
Is there a financier out there willing to work with me???
I hope so!!!
Now, Jeanine's part of the letter.
Last Christmas, my mother was talking about cleaning out the basement of my books. I said I'd take them all here. She didn't want to. I finally got her to bring them and in them I found the book on the Shroud of Turin.
I was elated!!!
I immediately took it down to the H.C. White Computer Lab to scan it into my Web Page.
I scanned my ID and got in line for a scanner. There was one gentleman ahead of me in line. A girl got up. He took her scanner. I began to wait again and I was first in line for the next scanner.
About 2 1/2 minutes later, while I was waiting alone in line, a girl pulled up behind me in line. She looked nervous and I got the impression that she was going to try to steal my place in line. I didn't say a word until a girl got up and my scanner was free.
I turned to the lady behind me and said, "I was here first!"
She responded, "I was here first!*$##!" and proceeded to walk quickly to my scanner.
I was prepared and followed her to my chair and put my arms across the arms of the chair so she couldn't sit down in my seat. I said, "I was here first!"
She looked offended at me and said loudly, so everyone could hear, "I was here first!*&%$##!"
The guy that was ahead of me in line and was seated at his scanner said, "She was here first!" which was a lie.
I backed off and silently took my place in line.
It was the most important scan of my life, and I was initially in such a good mood, and now, the scan was so important, I was perfectly going along with the liars and theiving women.
I didn't say a word and quietly waited for either the next assault or the next scanner and watched her scan a simple map of Wisconsin.
I had done absolutely nothing wrong!
After about 5 minutes, a gentleman from the Computer Lab desk came over and began to ask me if there was anything wrong. I said, "No??"
He then told me that he had a complaint about me from a lady. I told him I was standing silently in line waiting for my scanner.
Suddenly the police came up to me.
By the time they got done with me she was nearly in tears. I couldn't figure this out at all!!??
To make a long story short, told me the young lady who stole my scanner had said that I touched her on the hip, they arrested me, handcuffed me, I told them the truth, and then they let me go home.
I was to show up in court later; a perfectly innocent young man.
The next day, I was downtown and noticed a Bella Lagosie {I don't know how to spell the name.} poster downtown. He was the greatest Dracula actor. It was strongly coming to me that this girl who had pushed her way into my life was his former daughter.
In the preliminary court appearance, I found out that she was only here for three months, her last name was Corté, and it was now coming to me that this was the original Italian Vampire family.
When I went to court, I found out the judge had thrown out the case. I sighed a breath of relief and went home.
A few days later, I went to Ancora Coffee Makers for my Ethiopian French Press coffee I usually have once in a while.
They were behaving strangely and told me they no longer allow the use of the French Press, because someone broke one of them. I thought that was nuts and went next door for my coffee at a place called Café Continental.
Everyone there seemed Italian. Being related to Arthur, I am part related to the Roman emperor Constantine I. There was a lady waitress there, who was kind of cute and looked like she could be the former sister of the Italian lady who took my scanner and theoretically had been Bella Lagosie's daughter in Italy. It was coming to me later that I was Bella Lagosie's former son and married this waitress at the Café Continental. She rose up on her heels when she was up at the bar and gave me a big smile.
My mother is worth about 5 million dollars. She doesn't even spend the interest she makes. I am her and my father's first born son. I feel I deserve some of that interest.
Not only that, but back in 1970, the year I graduated from High School, my father withdrew $3,500 I had worked for myself for my college education. I never saw it again. What is the compound interest on it, plus interest on investment.
I figure my mother and father owe me about $60,000-150,000.
I am going to be straight with you Jeanine. The only way I can keep financing this Web Page alone is if I find a girl and get after my mother for what she owes me obviously and also my Inheritance as the First Born Son.
My Jeff Rense button stops in two months. I paid a guy from Texas $410 to Meta Tag 15 pages. He did none and now his phone has been disconnected so I cannot reach him. Unless you, Jeanine, are on my web page and come back on my birthday, it is over.
The Cranberries have a disgusting song out called Promises.
It seems to be a theoretical jealousy song from you, Jeanine, about my taking finanacial control of this Web Page by marrying a good woman. It is an insane song. Sounds like the Greek female headed screeching Harpies. I am doing this Web Page for you. I, now, have absolutely no more money and no more time to be indulged with this insane telephone game!!!&%##!!?
I don't even know if you are actually calling me. I have received many calls which were clearly done by the incorporeal God who is the body of the very Universe we live in.
The day before your birthday, when I figured you probably took the day off, I received a phone call at 9:30 am. This time, instead of a dead line, I could actually hear the sound of the room in the background like a normal through connection, but no voice. It hung up.
Apparently, you could have spoken and I would have heard you, but I still don't know if you are doing this.
If you did call me, then it is likely that you have been following my every move on this Web Page and knew that Christ was born 1 BC with a Saturn/Mars conjunction. At what time this was I can no longer check out because my Astrology software will no longer load alongside of other electronic problems I have been having with the incorporeal whose body is the machine. If there was a Saturn/Mars conjunction on Saint Patrick's Day 1 BC, then you probably surmised that either Christ would be back on his own by the time of His Millennium. Therefore it is probable that you would have waited for this to be shown. He did not show. You absolutely did the right thing! I am not really complaining about that. I am not really complaining. It is the Millennium. And you are primary. I want my Web Page to go on. I need either your help or someone else's and there are a lot of assholes in my life. It takes them, too, apparently. My neighbors keep slamming their doors as I'm writing this to you now. They seem to be psychic about me in a very irritating gnat-like fashion.
If you are going to return on my birthday; call me now. I will receive it and know. Otherwise...
END OF MILLENNIUM.
Either You Have Absolutely No Human Decency or You Are Not Conscious or Both or You Have Consciousness And Have Absolutely No Children You Care About, Either Way You Do Not Care About Me!*##!!??
She Called! And that's the way it was at 11:25 Saturday, April 3rd, 1999...
Ralph's dying last words in the HoneyMooners TV Series, and no one eats a pickle like she does!!!:
