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Globe, October 12

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Devil cult burns JonBenet Ramsey’s grave

Page 2: Up Front & Personal -- Kaley Cuoco and her dog in a stroller in New York City, Donatella Versace off the coast of Italy, Johnny Depp gets a gander at fans in Spain

Page 3: Jude Law jogging in London, Mama June Shannon gets her roots dyed, Jon Stewart lends his voice to support U.S. military vets in Washington, D.C.

Page 4: Man-hungry Kathie Lee Gifford has a mad crush on Craig Ferguson but he’s married and since she’s isn’t about to be a homewrecker instead she cast him to play her kissy-huggy love interest in Then Came You a flick she penned and released a couple weeks back

Page 5: Tyra Banks has turned Dancing with the Stars into a miserable sweatshop behind the scenes -- Tyra is not only the host but an executive producer and she takes that title seriously and even with all these big personalities and egos Tyra wants it to run like a military operation which was how she did things on America’s Next Top Model -- Carrie Ann Inaba is seething and Bruno Tonioli is revolted and Derek Hough is huffing with displeasure, Chris Rock revealed he’s in therapy seven hours a week after being diagnosed with nonverbal learning disorder meaning he doesn’t understand nonverbal signals when talking to people

Page 6: Fierce fights during lockdown have shredded strong-willed sweethearts Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell’s 37-year love in -- Goldie and Kurt recently had their worst-ever clash which led them to axe plans to finally get hitched this winter, you’d think filming Elf would have been a ho-ho time but bad blood between star Will Ferrell and writer-director Jon Favreau killed plans for a sequel

Page 7: Shocked by the frighteningly gaunt and frail appearance of Bob Newhart friends of the hard-working star fear he’s working himself into his grave

Page 8: Queen Elizabeth’s personal wealth is estimated at $450 million but she could wind up in the poor house because most of her wealth is locked in her two sprawling country estates which cost a king’s ransom to run: Sandringham and Balmoral

Page 9: Prince Harry is sporting a choppy-sloppy short-cropped haircut that makes him look like a pauper apparently given to him by his wife Meghan Markle

Page 10: Kirstie Alley has been firing herself into a frenzy about everything these days from her weight to world affairs and her yo-yoing antics are driving friends batty and she’s also becoming more of a recluse

Page 11: Joan Collins claims she was haunted by her sister Jackie Collins after the novelist died from breast cancer in 2015 -- Joan recalls upon learning her little sis had passed away the electricity went out putting her and husband Percy Gibson in the dark, country music legend Willie Nelson admits to being far from a model husband in his no-holds-barred new book -- the four-time married Willie admits to cheating and says his wandering ways were too much for any woman to put up with

Page 12: Celebrity Buzz -- Gabourey Sidibe (picture), Lisa Rinna laughingly brushes off claims that her husband Harry Hamlin had a steamy 2018 affair near their Canadian getaway home, Jane Fonda believes in ghosts because she’s seen the ghost of her mother who committed suicide when Jane was 12, Kim Cattrall is still hot and heavy for her British boyfriend of four years Russell Thomas and the two start each day with a cup of tea, not even two weeks after testing positive for COVID-19 Robert Pattinson dropped his mask at a London park to kiss girlfriend Suki Waterhouse even though production on his big-budget flick The Batman was thrown into a tailspin when Rob tested positive for the virus

Page 13: David Harbour grabs a bite in NYC (picture), Rebecca Gayheart runs errands in Beverly Hills (picture), Michael O’Keefe of Caddyshack plays a real-life caddie on Long Island to raise money for charity (picture), Tiffany Haddish isn’t joking when she says she tried for years to be on The People’s Court

Page 14: The People’s Court’s judge Marilyn Milian enjoys filming her show from her Miami living room where she sees litigants testifying from their homes via remote and she can see how they live, it’s a true kiss and tell by Adam Levine who’s getting loose-lipped about a wet wild kiss he shared with the late Kelly Preston in the music video for Maroon 5′s hit She Will Be Loved, Fashion Verdict -- Gabrielle Haugh 3/10, Paris Hilton 2/10, Keira Knightley 5/10, Tilda Swinton 7/10, Janelle Monae 9/10

Page 16: Leah McSweeney of The Real Housewives of New York City is sporting black eyes after getting a nose job, Storage Wars star Rene Nezhoda bought a storage locker abandoned by Daniel Baldwin that houses $2500 worth of model trains

Page 17: The coronavirus plague, natural disasters, the stock market crash, civil unrest, raging wildfires and gruesome death are all signs we are now living in the biblical End Times as predicted by Edgar Cayce and Grigori Rasputin and Nostradamus

Page 19: 10 Things You Don’t Know About Drew Barrymore, Wendy Williams has come clean about using binoculars to get an eyeful of the naked dude next door in the shower, The Real Housewives of Potomac star Ashley Darby dishes that she and husband have engaged in threesomes

Page 20: American Justice -- dentist Seth Lockhart jailed for yanking a patient’s tooth while riding a hoverboard among other crimes, it’s game over for a deputy sheriff Pasquale Salas from Texas who was convicted of grooming and exploiting young girls he met while playing Minecraft with them online

Page 21: Blake Lively is fed up with husband Ryan Reynolds’ juvenile practical jokes and she’s ordering him to knock it off and after years of putting up with ridiculous Ryan’s weird pranks her nerves have been rubbed raw since COVID lockdown, dog lover Jon Hamm handed a twice-rejected rescue pup a new leash on life and now the pooch Splash is turning him to mush

Page 23: NeNe Leakes won’t be returning to The Real Housewives of Atlanta after a tumultuous season 12 which saw NeNe feuding with most of the cast, Lady Gaga claims superstardom helped feed her deep dark depression and she was terrified to leave the house and she was often catatonic and says she’d sit outside and spend hours chain-smoking and crying, the $6 crown that Notorious B.I.G. wore in his final photoshoot sold at auction for $594,750

Page 24: Cover Story -- JonBenet Ramsey’s family is facing new horror after the murdered child’s grave was defiled in a shocking incident investigators fear is linked to Satanic rituals

Page 26: Health Report -- anxiety linked to thyroid problems

Page 36: Lindsay Lohan has pulled a vanishing act while begging pals for much-needed cash -- she’s been living out of a suitcase for years and very few people know how to get hold of her or where she is -- now a high-profile book publisher has sued her after forking over $365,000 for a tell-all that she failed to complete so she’s hitting up all the big contacts she can and the word is she’s running on empty

Page 38: Real Life -- Alzheimer’s stricken granny’s home of 50 years was seized by cold-hearted bureaucrats because she owed a paltry six cents in back taxes

Page 44: Straight Talk -- we’re tired of scripted reality shows

Page 45: Just months after the deaths of Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna his mother-in-law Sofia Laine says a shocking rift has shredded the close relationship she had with her daughter and Kobe’s widow Vanessa Bryant, Tom Petty’s kin have ended their feud that got so petty they sued each other over salad dressing and now the clan’s uniting to re-release his legendary 1994 album Wildflowers which was almost scrapped due to nasty infighting between Tom’s widow Dana and the grown-up daughters Adria and Annakim from his first marriage

Page 47: Hollywood Flashback -- Jeff Goldblum as Tricycle Man in Robert Altman’s Nashville, Bizarre But True

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blackkudos · 4 years

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Rufus Thomas

Rufus C. Thomas, Jr. (March 26, 1917 – December 15, 2001) was an American rhythm-and-blues, funk, soul and blues singer, songwriter, dancer, DJ and comic entertainer from Memphis, Tennessee. He recorded for several labels, including Chess Records and Sun Records in the 1950s, before becoming established in the 1960s and 1970s at Stax Records. He is best known for his novelty dance records, including "Walking the Dog" (1963), "Do the Funky Chicken" (1969) and "(Do the) Push and Pull" (1970). According to the Mississippi Blues Commission, "Rufus Thomas embodied the spirit of Memphis music perhaps more than any other artist, and from the early 1940s until his death . . . occupied many important roles in the local scene."

He began his career as a tap dancer, vaudeville performer, and master of ceremonies in the 1930s. He later worked as a disc jockey on radio station WDIA in Memphis, both before and after his recordings became successful. He remained active into the 1990s and as a performer and recording artist was often billed as "The World's Oldest Teenager". He was the father of the singers Carla Thomas (with whom he recorded duets) and Vaneese Thomas and the keyboard player Marvell Thomas.

Early life

Thomas was born in the rural community of Cayce, Mississippi, the son of a sharecropper. He moved with his family to Memphis, Tennessee, around 1920. His mother was a "church woman". Thomas made his debut as a performer at the age of six, playing a frog in a school theatrical production. By the age of 10, he was a tap dancer, performing on the streets and in amateur productions at Booker T. Washington High School, in Memphis. From the age of 13, he worked with Nat D. Williams, his high-school history teacher, who was also a pioneer black DJ at radio station WDIA and columnist for black newspapers, as a master of ceremonies at talent shows in the Palace Theater on Beale Street. After graduating from high school, Thomas attended Tennessee A&I University for one semester, but economic constraints led him to leave to pursue a career as a full-time entertainer.

Early career as a performer

Thomas began performing in traveling tent shows. In 1936 he joined the Rabbit Foot Minstrels, an all-black revue that toured the South, as a tap dancer and comedian, sometimes part of a duo, Rufus and Johnny. He married Cornelia Lorene Wilson in 1940, at a service officiated by Rev. C. L. Franklin, the father of Aretha Franklin, and the couple settled in Memphis. Thomas worked a day job in the American Finishing Company textile bleaching plant, which he continued to do for over 20 years. He also formed a comedy and dancing duo, Rufus and Bones, with Robert "Bones" Couch, and they took over as MCs at the Palace Theater, often presenting amateur hour shows. One early winner was B.B. King, and others discovered by Thomas later in the 1940s included Bobby Bland and Johnny Ace.

In the early 1940s, Thomas began writing and performing his own songs. He regarded Louis Armstrong, Fats Waller and Gatemouth Moore as musical influences. He made his professional singing debut at the Elks Club on Beale Street, filling in for another singer at the last minute, and during the 1940s became a regular performer in Memphis nightclubs, such as Currie's Club Tropicana. As an established performer in Memphis, aged 33 in 1950, Thomas recorded his first 78 rpm single, for Jesse Erickson's small Star Talent label in Dallas, Texas. Thomas said, "I just wanted to make a record. I never thought of getting rich. I just wanted to be known, be a recording artist. . . . [But] the record sold five copies and I bought four of them." The record, "I'll Be a Good Boy" backed with "I'm So Worried", gained a Billboard review, which stated that "Thomas shows first class style on a slow blues". He also recorded for the Bullet label in Nashville, Tennessee, when he recorded with Bobby Plater's Orchestra and was credited as "Mr. Swing"; the recordings were not recognised by researchers as being by Thomas until 1996. In 1951 he made his first recordings at Sam Phillips's Sun Studio, for the Chess label, but they were not commercially successful.

He began working as a DJ at radio station WDIA in 1951, and hosted an afternoon R&B show called Hoot and Holler. WDIA, featuring an African-American format, was known as "the mother station of the Negroes" and became an important source of blues and R&B music for a generation, its audience consisting of white as well as black listeners. Thomas used to introduce his shows saying, "I'm young, I'm loose, I'm full of juice, I got the goose so what's the use. We're feeling gay though we ain't got a dollar, Rufus is here, so hoot and holler." He also used to lead tours of white teenagers on "midnight rambles" around Beale Street.

His celebrity in the South was such that in 1953, at Sam Phillips's suggestion, he recorded "Bear Cat" for Sun Records, an "answer record" to Big Mama Thornton's R&B hit "Hound Dog". The record became the label's first national chart hit, reaching number 3 on the Billboard R&B chart. However, a copyright-infringement suit brought by Don Robey, the original publisher of "Hound Dog", nearly bankrupted the record label. After only one recording there, Thomas was one of the African-American artists released by Phillips, as he oriented his label more toward white audiences and signed Elvis Presley, who later recorded Thomas's song "Tiger Man". Thomas did not record again until 1956, when he made a single, "I'm Steady Holdin' On", for the Bihari brothers' Meteor label; musicians on the record included Lewie Steinberg, later a founding member of Booker T and the MGs.

Stax Records

In 1960 he made his first recordings with his 17-year-old daughter Carla, for the Satellite label in Memphis, which changed its name to Stax the following year. The song, "Cause I Love You", featuring a rhythm borrowed from Jesse Hill's "Ooh Poo Pa Doo", was a regional hit; the musicians included Thomas' son Marvell on keyboards, Steinberg, and the 16-year-old Booker T. Jones. The record's success led to Stax gaining production and distribution deal with the much larger Atlantic Records.

Rufus Thomas continued to record for the label after Carla's record "Gee Whiz (Look at His Eyes)" reached the national R&B chart in 1961. He had his own hit with "The Dog", a song he had originally improvised in performance based on a Willie Mitchell bass line, complete with imitations of a barking dog. The 1963 follow-up, "Walking the Dog", engineered by Tom Dowd of Atlantic, became one of his most successful records, reaching #10 on the Billboard pop chart. He became the first, and still the only, father to debut in the Top 10 after his daughter had first appeared there. The song was recorded in early 1964 by the Rolling Stones on their debut album, and was a minor UK chart hit for Merseybeat group the Dennisons later that year.

As well as recording and appearing on radio and in clubs, Thomas continued to work as a boiler operator in the textile plant, where he claimed the noises sometimes suggested musical rhythms and lyrics to him, before he finally gave up the job in 1963, to focus on his role as a singer and entertainer. He recorded a series of novelty dance tracks, including "Can Your Monkey Do the Dog'" and '"Somebody Stole My Dog" for Stax, where he was often backed by Booker T. & the MGs or the Bar-Kays. He also became a mentor to younger Stax stars, giving advice on stage moves to performers like Otis Redding, who partnered daughter Carla on record.

After "Jump Back" in 1964, the hits dried up for several years, as Stax gave more attention to younger artists and musicians. However, in 1970 he had another big hit with "Do the Funky Chicken", which reached #5 on the R&B chart, #28 on the pop chart, and #18 in Britain where it was his only chart hit. Thomas improvised the song while performing with Willie Mitchell's band at a club in Covington, Tennessee, including a spoken word section that he regularly used as a shtick as a radio DJ: "Oh I feel so unnecessary - this is the kind of stuff that makes you feel like you wanna do something nasty, like waste some chicken gravy on your white shirt right down front." The recording was produced by Al Bell and Tom Nixon, and used the Bar-Kays, featuring guitarist Michael Toles. Thomas continued to work with Bell and Nixon as producers, and later in 1970 had his only number 1 R&B hit [and his second-highest pop charting record] with another dance song, "Do the Push and Pull". A further dance-oriented release in 1971, "The Breakdown", climbed to number 2 R&B and number 31 Pop. In 1972, he featured in the Wattstax concert, and he had several further, less successful, hits before Stax collapsed in 1976.

Later career

Thomas continued to record and toured internationally, billing himself as "The World's Oldest Teenager" and describing himself as "the funkiest man alive". He "drew upon his vaudeville background to put [his songs] over on stage with fancy footwork that displayed remarkable agility for a man well into his fifties", and usually performed "while clothed in a wardrobe of hot pants, boots and capes, all in wild colors."

He continued as a DJ at WDIA until 1974, and worked for a period at WLOK before returning to WDIA in the mid 1980s to co-host a blues show. He appeared regularly on television and recorded albums for various labels. Thomas performed regularly at the Porretta Soul Festival in Italy; the outdoor amphitheater in which he performed was later renamed Rufus Thomas Park.

He played an important part in the Stax reunion of 1988, and appeared in Jim Jarmusch's 1989 film Mystery Train, Robert Altman's 1999 film Cookie's Fortune, and D. A. Pennebaker’s documentary Only the Strong Survive. Thomas released an album of straight-ahead blues, That Woman is Poison!, with Alligator Records in 1990, featuring saxophonist Noble "Thin Man" Watts. In 1996, he and William Bell headlined at the Olympics in Atlanta, Georgia. In 1997, he released an album, Rufus Live!, on Ecko Records. In 1998, he hosted two New Year's Eve shows on Beale Street.

In 1997, to commemorate his 80th birthday, the City of Memphis renamed a road off Beale Street, close to the old Palace Theater, as Rufus Thomas Boulevard. He received a Pioneer Award from the Rhythm and Blues Foundation in 1992, and a lifetime achievement award from ASCAP in 1997. He was inducted into the Blues Hall of Fame in 2001.

Death and legacy

He died of heart failure in 2001, at the age of 84, at St. Francis Hospital in Memphis. He is buried next to his wife Lorene, who pre-deceased him in 2000, at the New Park Cemetery in Memphis.

Writer Peter Guralnick said of him:

His music... brought a great deal of joy to the world, but his personality brought even more, conveying a message of grit, determination, indomitability, above all a bottomless appreciation for the human comedy that left little room for the drab or the dreary in his presence.

Thomas was honored with a marker on the Mississippi Blues Trail in Byhalia.

On June 25, 2019, The New York Times Magazine listed Rufus Thomas among hundreds of artists whose material was reportedly destroyed in the 2008 Universal fire.

In popular culture

Bobby Brown portrays Thomas in the BET television series American Soul.

#12/15 #03/26

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theunbuttonedlife · 5 years

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Seth Godin, The elegance of nothing

What ever happened to details?

The red sole of a Louboutin shoe, or the elegant tag on a pair of Tom’s? The sweeping fenders of a Porsche 911 or the needless complications of a fancy watch…

Today, a certain kind of customer is using a Muji notebook, or wearing a plain Everlane t-shirt. Is this what we’ve come to? One might come to the conclusion that consumers have rejected all the effort that designers and marketers have produced in a statement that rejects design. Not so fast.

Design is the new marketing. It is the product itself, not the ads or the slogan. Design is the supply chain of Patagonia, the ethics of Purple Carrot and the customer service at Union Square Cafe. It’s design, not advertising, that turned Apple into the most valuable luxury brand (and the most valuable company) in the world.

But design requires a point of view. The confidence to make an assertion. And the skill to turn that assertion into something that resonates with the person you seek to serve.

It’s probably easier to create heavily adorned mash-up than it is to produce a Field Notes notebook. Stripping away the artifice doesn’t always leave something pure. It often creates banality, the simple commodity that’s easy to buy cheaper one click away.

The elegant nothing brands aren’t about nothing. Not all. They merely have a different, more difficult sort of artifice. The artifice of no artifice. The elegance of leading with utility as its own form of style.

And what is a brand? It’s not the logo, certainly. I have no idea what Everlane’s logo is. The brand is our shorthand for the feelings that an experience creates, the promises that a product or service brings with it.

If Nike announced that they were opening a hotel, you’d have a pretty good guess about what it would be like. But if Hyatt announced that they were going to start making shoes, you would have NO IDEA WHATSOEVER what those shoes would be like. That’s because Nike owns a brand and Hyatt simply owns real estate.

For a company that stands for few details to become a brand, then, there needs to be a promise associated with what they make and what you’ll get if you engage with it instead of buying the cheaper commodity.

In most cases where brands have been built, the brand has:

1. Served users who care about origin and elegance. They resist the idea of buying the cheaper commodity, because telling themselves they have the real one creates personal value. Beyond that, these users have the sensitivity (or taste) to be able to tell the difference between the real one and the knock off. Cayce Pollard (the fictional heroine of Gibson’s Pattern Recognition) only wears an authentic MA-1 jacket (you can buy a real life version right here). Her narrative about sensitivity, origin and authenticity makes the jacket worth the $675, even though she knows she could buy the knock off for 10% of that artificially high price.

2. Served users who care about status. The status of ‘people like us do things like this.’ These users know that their peers will recognize the invisible products they’re carrying, and this recognition is worth far more than the product itself costs. Seeing a designer with a genuine Uni-ball Signo UM-151 Gel Pen in her hand (from Japan) is to see someone who is better than you (perhaps). Better in the sense that she cares enough to go to the trouble. That she cares enough to know the difference. That she cared enough to pay a bit extra in time and money, because it matters–to her, and perhaps to you.

3. Found the intestinal fortitude to play a longer game. There are shortcuts everywhere, corners that can be cut, profits that can be taken. Once you get a small head start, you can license your name to others. You can cash out with a vodka or an affiliate deal of what sort or another.

The invisible brands that last, though, realize that the artifact is only an artifact. It’s not the point. It’s a souvenir of the point. The point is that people like us do things like this. Our tribe, our group. That when we see the others, we see ourselves.

Will the momentary mania among a small group who is busy measuring just how invisible they can be in their design fade away? Of course, it will. It always does. The cycle moves because the very people who drive the market, the neophiliacs, are in search of something new. Because something new gives them a new chance to tell a story, to earn status, to engage with that which is scarce.

But the brands that matter are voices that choose to matter. Voices that make assertions on behalf of their users. Who market with people, and for them, not to them or at them.

Work that matters for people who care.

#seth godin

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goodvibesatpeace · 5 years

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Personality Test – The Story Behind Your Date Of Birth

What is the story behind your birth date?

Once you have discovered your Birth Number/ Personality Number. Put your number in as a comment below for us to know who we are.

Have fun! Our birth dates describes who we are, what we are good at and what our inborn abilities are. It also points to what we have to learn and the challenges we are facing.

To figure out your Birth Number, add all the numbers in the Birth Date together, like in the example, until there is only one digit. A Birth Number does not prevent you from being anything you want to be; it will just color your choice differently and give you a little insight.

Example:

March 20, 1950

3 + 20 + 1950 = 1973

1 + 9 + 7 + 3 = 20

2 + 0 = 2

Keep going until you end up with a single digit number. 2 is the Birth Number to read for the birth date in the example.

#1 THE ORIGINATOR

#2 THE PEACEMAKER

#3 THE LIFE OF THE PARTY

#4 THE CONSERVATIVE

#5 THE NONCONFORMIST

#6 THE ROMANTIC

#7 THE INTELLECTUAL

#8 THE BIG SHOT

#9 THE PERFORMER

MEANINGS:

# 1 – THE ORIGINATOR

1’s are originals. Coming up with new ideas and executing them is natural. Having things! their own way is another trait that gets them as being stubborn and arrogant. 1’s are extremely honest and do well to learn some diplomacy skills. They like to take the initiative and are often leaders or bosses! , as they like to be the best. Being self-employed is definitely helpful for them. Lesson to learn: Others’ ideas might be just as good or better and to stay open minded.

Famous 1’s: Tom Hanks, Robert Redford, Hulk Hogan, Carol Burnett, Wynona Judd, Nancy Reagan, Raquel Welch.

#2 – THE PEACEMAKER

2’s are the born diplomats. They are aware of others’ needs and moods and often think of others before themselves. Naturally analytical and very intuitive they don’t like to be alone. Friendship and companionship is very important and can lead them to be successful in life, but on the other hand they’d rather be alone than in an uncomfortable relationship. Being naturally shy they should learn to boost their self-esteem and express themselves freely and seize the moment and not put things off.

Famous 2’s: President Bill Clinton, Madonna, Whoopee Goldberg, Thomas Edison, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

# 3 – THE LIFE OF THE PARTY

3’s are idealists. They are very creative, social, charming, romantic, and easygoing. They start many things, but don’t always see them through. They like others to be happy and go to great lengths to achieve it. They are very popular and idealistic. They should learn to see the world from a more realistic point of view.

Famous 3’s: Alan Alder, Ann Landers, Bill Cosby, Melanie Griffith, Karen Roundbutt, Salv! ador Dali, Jodi Foster

# 4 – THE CONSERVATIVE

4’s are sensible and traditional. They like order and routine. They only act when they fully understand what they are expected to do. They like getting their hands dirty and working hard. They are attracted to the outdoors and feel an affinity with nature. They are prepared to wait and can be stubborn and persistent. They should learn to be more flexible and to be nice to themselves.

Famous 4’s: Neil Diamond, Margaret Thatcher, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tina Turner, Paul Hogan, Oprah Winfrey

# 5 – THE NONCONFORMIST

5’s are the explorers. Their natural curiosity, risk taking, and enthusiasm often land t! hem in hot water. They need diversity, and don’t like to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learning possibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are well advised to look before they take action and make sure they have all the facts before jumping to conclusions.

Famous 5’s: Abraham Lincoln, Charlotte Bronte, Jessica Walter, Vincent VanGogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller and Mark Hail.

# 6 – THE ROMANTIC

6’s are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. A strong family connection is important to them. Their actions influence their decisions. They have a strong urge to take care of others and to help.They are very loyal and make great teachers! They like art or music. They make loyal friends who take the friendship seriously. 6’s should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot.

Famous 6’s: Albert Einstein, Jane Seymour, John Denver, Merlyn Steep, Christopher Columbus, Goldie Hawn

#7 – THE INTELLECTUAL

7’s are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don’t sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don’t like to be questioned themselves. They’re never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what’s not in the world at large.

Famous 7’s: William Shakespeare, Lucille Ball, Michael Jackson, Joan Baez, Princess Diana

# 8 – THE BIG SHOT

8’s are the problem solvers. They are professional, blunt and to the point, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grand plans and like to live the good life. They take charge of people. They view people objectively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss. They should learn to exude their decisions on their own

needs rather than on what others want.

Famous 8’s: Edgar Cayce, Barbara Streisand, George Harrison, Jane Fonda, Pablo Picasso, Aretha Franklin, Nostrodamus

#9 – THE PERFORMER

9’s are natural entertainers. They are very caring and generous, giving away their last dollar to help. With their charm, they have no problem making friends and nobody is a stranger to them. They have so many different personalities that people around them have a hard time understanding them. They are like chameleons, ever changing and blending in. They have tremendous luck, but also can suffer from extremes in fortune and mood. To be successful, they need to build a loving foundation.

Famous 9’s: Albert Schweitzer, Shirley MacLaine, Harrison Ford, Jimmy Carter, Elvis Presley

Remember after doing this don’t forget to indicate your birth number for us to know each other and dont forget to share it with your friends for them to know a bit of themselves.

#greatest versions #personality test #birthday #birth number #personality number

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naluzdoespiritismo · 5 years

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Os Obsessores, Gente Como a Gente

Qualquer abordagem à complexa problemática da obsessão deve começar, a meu

ver, com uma atitude preliminar de humildade e amor fraterno. Ainda que isto

possa parecer mera pregação com um toque de falsa modéstia, não é nada disto. A

humildade constitui ingrediente indispensável a qualquer tarefa de natureza

mediúnica, dado que é ainda bastante limitado o conhecimento dessa preciosa

faculdade humana. Temos de nos apresentar diante da tarefa com a honesta

intenção de aprender com o seu exercício, ainda que, paradoxalmente, munidos de

todo o conhecimento teórico que for possível adquirir previamente. Quando a

gente pensa que já sabe tudo sobre mediunidade, eis que ela se revela sob

aspectos que ainda não tínhamos percebido ou apresenta facetas desconhecidas e

aparentemente inexplicáveis. É como se cada sessão tivesse uma espécie de

individualidade diferente de todas as demais, ainda que semelhante em suas

características básicas. tal como as pessoas, ou seja, tão iguais umas com às

outras e, ao mesmo tempo, tão diferentes.

E por falar em pessoas, vamos colocar a segunda preliminar, a de que o trato

com a obsessão deve ser iluminado pelo amor fraterno. Por uma razão tão simples

e óbvia que parece infantil, mas que se põe como de vital importância para o bom

êxito do trabalho pretendido, ou seja, a de que os espíritos são gente como a

gente. E gente que sofre e que, portanto, precisa de compreensão e paciência.

São pessoas em conflito consigo mesmas e, portanto, com outros, com o mundo, com

a vida , com Deus e com o próprio amor. Creio que é em Emmanuel que a gente lê

que o ódio é o amor que enlouqueceu.. É verdade e tanto é verdade que mesmo este

amor enlouquecido ainda é amor; como temos tido oportunidade de observar tantas

vezes.

Lembro-me de um caso desses em que foi por esse caminho que encontrei o

acesso que buscava ao coração do manifestante enfurecido daquela noite. Sua

desesperada indignação dirigia-se a uma mulher que, aparentemente, manipulara

impiedosamente suas emoções no passado. Chegara para ele a hora da vingança e

ele a exercia com toda a força de seu ódio, tentando convencer-se de que o fazia

com o maior dos prazeres. Agora, sim, tinha-a em seu poder! Sustentava-se no

rancor secular e era isso mesmo que ele dizia. Sem aquele ódio, não seria nada

nem ninguém, pois aquilo acabara constituindo a razão de ser de sua existência.

Em situações como essa, o ódio e o ilusório prazer da vingança funcionam como

biombos atrás dos quais a gente esconde, pelo menos por algum tempo, as próprias

frustrações e procura abafar a voz incorruptível da consciência. Enquanto

procuramos cobrar faltas cometidas contra nós, esquecemos dos nossos crimes e

afrontas à lei divina.

Esse era o cenário e esse era o drama que tínhamos diante de nós. Que estava

ele na posição de um obsessor, estava. Não se importa se assim o

considerássemos. A vingança, no seu entender, era direito que ninguém poderia

contestar-lhe. “Ela não errou? A lei não diz que somos todos responsáveis pelos

atos que praticados? E não diz mais que quem fere com a espada, com a espada

será ferido? Esta aí no seu evangelho!”, dizem os vitoriosos. “Ela é uma peste.

Você nem imagina como aquela mulher é ruim! E agora que estou aqui, cobrando

minha parte, vem vocês com peninha dela! E sabe de uma coisa? Não se meta nisso

não. O caso é comigo. Deixa que eu resolvo!”

Esse é o tom. Como fazê-lo mudar, não apenas o discurso, mas o procedimento,

a maneira de avaliar a situação e de redirecionar suas emoções em tumulto? E

perguntam, às vezes: “Você não acha que eu tenho razão?” Até que sim, se

examinarmos o problema na estreiteza do seu contexto pessoal. É compreensível o

rancor, gerado por uma dolorosa decepção com a pessoa em quem confiou e à qual

entregou seu próprio coração e até sua vida. Mas esse espaço mental é exíguo

demais para se colocarem todos os dados do problema. A vida não é uma só, a lei

não é punitiva, mas educativa, e, acima de tudo, não há sofrimento inocente, a

não ser nos grandes lances do devotamento ao próximo, nas tarefas missionárias.

Por outro lado, se a lei permite ou tolera a vingança, embora não a aprove

jamais, é porque aquele que erra se expõe à correção. Os obsessores mais

experientes, sabem que somente conseguem cobrar aquilo que têm como crédito

pessoal, precisamente porque, segundo ensinou o Cristo, o “pecador se torna

escravo do pecado” e não sai de lá enquanto não pagar até o último centavo, ou

seja, enquanto restar um reclamo na sua própria consciência. Não é preciso que

ninguém cobre, mesmo porque a dívida é com a lei, representada em cada um de nós

no silêncio da intimidade, mas o vingador não quer saber de tais sutilezas.

Todo aquele que se expõe ao duro retorno do reajuste pode estar certo de

haver-se atritado com alei anteriormente. A conclusão lógica e inescapável é a

de que, quando o nosso querido passou pelo dissabor de uma traição ou do

abandono, estava na fase de retorno, na sofrida simetria de seus equívocos

anteriores. Isto, porém, nunca estamos prontos para admitir quando nos

encontramos na dolorosa postura do obsessor. Achamos, então, que esta é a nossa

vez. Que perdão, nada! Sempre que perdoei me dei mal, costumam dizer. Vence, no

mundo, aquele que grita, impõe e domina, não o que abaixa cabeça e marca a si

mesmo com o carimbo da covardia.

Em suma: o nosso querido obsessor não era diferente de nenhum de nós, ainda

prisioneiros de paixões milenares que repercutem e ecoam de século em século e

vão aos milênios. É um ser humano, uma pessoa, gente como a gente. O que ele

deseja, embora nunca o admita espontaneamente, é que tenhamos paciência para

ouvi-lo, compreendê-lo, cuidar da sua dor, ainda que, conscientemente, também

não a reconheça. Por isso após todo o seu catártico destampatório, ele se

mostrava convicto de estar coberto de razão e, por isso, vitorioso no seu

valente debate com o grupo. Só nesse ponto, contudo, tinha alguma condição para

nos ouvir. Até então fora dono absoluto da palavra, dos argumentos, da

indignação, da situação, enfim. Ele perseguia a moça porque queria e porque

podia fazê-lo e estamos conversados.

Estava, portanto, dando a conversa por encerrada e pronto para retomar logo

sua tarefa de ficar à espreita da sua vítima, como o gato que vigia o rato, no

preciso e curioso dizer de Kardec.

É nesses momentos, contudo, que a inspiração parece funcionar melhor e, por

isso, nosso doutrinador comentou, como quem apenas dá conta de um fato óbvio por

si mesmo: “Isto tudo quer dizer, então, que você ainda a ama, não é? Recuperado

do momentâneo aturdimento, ele teve a honestidade e a bravura de reconhecer que

sim, ainda a amava, a despeito de tudo. Tínhamos chegado, afinal, ao seu

coração, ao âmago da sua angústia, ao núcleo de suas dores e até de suas

esperanças. E mais uma vez tínhamos diante de nós não um implacável obsessor

convencido do seu legítimo direito de cobrar uma falta cometida contra si mesmo,

mas um ser humano igualzinho a nós, sofrido, solitário, perdido na sua dor, mas

principalmente, no seu ódio que, afinal de contas, não passava de um grande e

inesquecível amor enlouquecido. Pois não é isso mesmo que aconteceu com a gente?

Ou já aconteceu? Não é um irmão(ou irmã) que ali está ansioso, na secreta

esperança de que consigamos, afinal, convencê-lo de que ele ainda a ama? Por

isso sempre digo a eles , e a mim também, que amar é um estranho verbo, porque

não tem passado. Você não diz que amou alguém. Se amou mesmo, de verdade, então

continua amando. Mário de Andrade dizia que amar é verbo intransitivo e tinha

razão, mas é também defectivo, porque não se conjuga em tempo passado. O amor é

para sempre. Por isso, também dizia Edgar Cayce que o amor não é possessivo, ele

apenas é. Claro, ele é da essência de Deus e, portanto, do ser, isto é, de todos

nós. E ser é verbo e é substantivo.

Foi por essas e outras que acabei descobrindo que o amor é também da essência

da tarefa dita desobsessão e que prefiro conceituar como diálogo com

atormentados companheiros de jornada evolutiva que, eventualmente, estejam

vivendo dolorosos papéis de obsessor. Quem não se sentir em condições pessoais

de ver no chamado obsessor uma pessoa humana como a gente mesmo, então deve

dedicar-se a outra tarefa no grupo. A seara é imensa, não falta trabalho para

ninguém. Já alertava o Cristo, ao seu tempo, que era necessário orar para que o

Pai mandasse mais obreiros, sempre escassos e insuficientes. Com a sua

deslumbrante lucidez, Paulo explicou para a posteridade as inúmeras tarefas à

nossa disposição em qualquer grupamento humano que se propõe a servir ao

próximo. É só ler, para recordar, os capítulos 12, 13, 14 da sua Primeira

Epístola aos Coríntios, e que constituem o primeiro “Livro dos Médiuns” do

cristianismo. Aqueles que desejarem devotar-se ao trabalho gratificante da

desobsessão que leiam de maneira especial, demorada e meditada, o capítulo 13,

no qual o tema tratado é o da caridade, ou seja, o amor atuante.

Por tudo isso e mais o que não ficou dito, entendo que , na tarefa chamada de

desobsessão, o ingrediente básico é o amor, que sempre saberá como encontrar o

que dizer ao ser humano que temos diante de nós na mesa mediúnica. Doutrinação é

palavra inadequada para caracterizar esse trabalho. Que teria eu a ensinar ao

companheiro ou à companheira que comparece ao grupo mediúnico? Não há como

ensinar pontos doutrinários teóricos a quem está vivendo a realidade, que

conhecemos mais pelo estudo do que pela vivência. Eis porque costumo dizer que

muito pouco ou quase nada tenho ensinado às pessoas desencarnadas que comparecem

aos nossos trabalhos mediúnicos. Em compensação, devo a todos eles ensinamentos

preciosos, recortados diretamente das páginas pulsantes da vida. E por isso,

nunca saberia expressar toda a minha gratidão pela oportunidade que me foi

concedida de trabalhar junto dos queridos “obsessores”.

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21/12/20

Last night having 69 w Leonardo Di cap

My policeman

Was so tall and warm and funny but witty and t bland also spicy . He reminded me of one the guardians I see during Aaron’s meditation. He’s this like exemplary guy. What I would consider the perfect dude. Funny and strong and tall brave and beautiful in a offbeat unique way. Light eyes dark hair.

I was lost. My friends took cars and were already there and for some reason I chose to walk with Aries I believe and he rose me up so high and pointed to a highway or roads that curved to the right above or just next to the sea. He pointed like the soldier in my dream. I felt so safe and protected and cared for.

20/12/20

Mom and I leaving a white van on a hill or cliff ledge and getting out to go further up the mountain me leaving Aries and putting him outside or to one side to wait

Later a bigger van turned j to a robot

A super super tall Italian policeman who helped me find a place directions

It’s the ska jab thins and mosaics. J’y they are underwater I was going w two more friends one I had an affair with

Dean was mad there was an event with joe or lee

I kept carrying the heart earring in my mouth lest I lose it

Pearls ?

Mama had Lucy she took her and she lost her in Granada . She let her sleep outside and Lucy ran away. Trusting her with a big responsibility? But it seemed like genuine accident

19/12/20

777 briefcase dream

(Dad, money, work, business woman, travel)

7777 next day during Casino

777 on day of car inspection or day after

777= 21=3

7 is spiritual hero’s journey 7 is psychic phenomena 7 is unlocking the briefcase of knowledge through rosemary’s books perhaps is what they’re telling me

My Tom cruise dream

1. I admire him a lot since the Irish America movie. His work ethic. Ability to be convincing no matter what despite being annoying.

2. His name. CRUISE. As in, a long voyage on a SHIP which is what I’ve called the VW a few times.

19/12

Last night I dreamt Arshag either said it or I sensed it telepathically that he wanted to settle and have a family. Not necessarily with me. And I told him that it wasn’t the solution to his ailments or problems.

Later the entrance to a place where I would or could buy the VW. Except it was like a black tent nightclub entrance with gold ropes and a red carpet leading to it. It looked a lot like the entrance to an underground strip club or Soohisticats in London that leads to a stairway. Today my book said underground places can represent the subconscious. I need to access it to find my VW? 😅

18/12/20

O just napped

Dreamt I accidentally had left my patriots jacket in the machine before a wash and I was so upset bc it’s so special to me. Mostly ok but when I made myself try it on it shrunk . Some numbers were faded where it was blue it was now white no vie versa. And the back was now cheap plastic material and you couldn’t see the patriots logo anymore. Then I willed myself to see more and thought of the eagle on the jacket ? 53 on the sleeve . I remembered the last guy who told me how nice it was and I was chuffed he’d never find it online and now mine was ruined I wouldn’t be able to either

10/12/20

Dreaming in another language for the first time ever. “Le rôle de parleur ou commandeur ». Something about being in a chariot kind of position to make demands from others, for others to ‘respect’ or listen to. The car i think.

Something about delivering messages like parcels just like the podcast I listened to before bed. Same message.

8/12/20

Dream yesterday

Sex w two guys unknown. One to my right and another laying down underneath my long skirt. Possibly a period skirt. Think it was a wet dream. Perhaps creative energy surging with no place to go since I haven’t been meditating.

Last night I watched callas kennedy Onassis documentary and dreamt I was on a massive piece of land that looked more like Brittany but was owned by the kennedys. I remember saying the name Rose though it might’ve been bc of the mother. I was there asking for permission to film on their property. It was all very informal and they were all dressed rather casual not what I expected from Kennedy’s but they seemed to be out strolling or hunting with dogs. “Yes should be fine, Rose/someone should be around”.

2/12/20

Dreams

Jeremy again! Being nice getting along being almost flirty again being close. Him telling me which bread he likes (with seeds) and other things I didn’t write down soon enough. He still hasn’t replied to my last email about them. What could they possibly mean?

Something about Arshag which reminds me I can ask him my car q’s.

16/11/20

Last night’s dream: 2 very specific clear images.

First, a falcon. Perched. Alone. With hood so he couldn’t see. No owner but clearly had one.

This is the 5th falcon/eagle in a week not including the ‘one’ we found. There’s something about this animal I need to research or I really have to do that shamanic tunnel technique of finding my power animal. Clearly he’s waiting to give me something I need.

Second, the towers of Cologne cathedral. I even had the exact name. I think of the Manara Tower card with this illustration. Unexpected destructions and break ups. Gothic architecture. Hochi. He was a writer. The club and my time there. The first place my mother landed in Europe. Point zero? When Luca visited. Tower moment. What am I supposed to go back and explore. My time dancing? To write about it? The history of the cathedral? How to move through tower card moments?

Later completely separately. Being a mature student in a high school. Being very literally persecuted by yet another woman. A cop of some sort. Unequivocally irrationally triggered by my energy and person and felt she had to bring me down no matter what. I failed to follow some rules that actually most people were relaxed about but since she was on to me, she caught me and expelled me from the school. I was in her room sleeping when I should have been in class and she hadn’t noticed. And that was that, there was no turning back from her decision, she involved superiors and many others to make sure I would leave. I was sad and disappointed because I was learning and I still had 3 months left in my rent (which I think was here). Again, punishment didn’t fit the crime. It was blown way out of proportion: a Justice card from earlier echo. But then some friends came up with a plan for revenge and managed to make this huge party they knew she’d come to where I was at too with a huge gas mask so she wouldn’t recognise me. I don’t know if she died but she did suffer. Things were burned, evidence was burned. It wasn’t my idea, I don’t think I really cared. Aries and I were already planning our next venture. Lots of sand. Like a Texas Arizona America vibe.

Yesterday it was bizarre and disjointed, the kind that doesn’t seem to make any sense whatsoever. There was a Russian kid who looked pretty much like the Russian contestant on master of photography. I had to babysit him kind of and he was following me around and waiting for me everywhere. We went to the cinema where I spent 300€ in the kiosk shop on food and god knows what else, it felt justified and I just swiped my card like I wasn’t worried at all about money. It didn’t feel frivolous or reckless. He helped me with my shopping bags. It wasn’t romantic. I think my mom was driving us around? I had to choose between two movies to watch. One was like a romantic thriller with pinks and purples in the poster like a twilight type deal but I chose the more normal romantic Indian movie and there were huge queues at the cinema (despite the restrictions) with tons of people at the gate. Huge crowds and everyone was black because all the white people were too scared to leave their house because of corona. Then a black girl with boy short hair and tight black sports clothes and she needed my/our help because she said she’d done the shamanic power animal dance but she still couldn’t get the soil on her land fertile enough to build or just the salmon goo soil she had in this massive flat ceramic cauldron. You could make little turrets out of the goo but it never stayed solid enough to hold it would melt back into the soup so you definitely couldn’t build anything. Then, 3rd person sentences about me like it was a Cayce or Akashic reading saying I had “wholly embraced” all the angel information recently and that they were happy about that and “she may beautify cleanse and heal her environs” like it was my special ability or gift I had.

#dreams

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The state Court of Appeals has revived a lawsuit filed by a nurse who was handcuffed and forcibly led out of her Federal Way apartment after a Tacoma police SWAT team bashed in the wrong door during a 2011 drug raid.

The three-judge appellate panel found this week that King County Superior Court Judge James Cayce erred in 2013 when he dismissed Kathleen’s Mancini’s claim of negligence against the city of Tacoma and its police department. The judges also said Cayce should not have excluded testimony from the health-care providers who treated Mancini, now 68, in the aftermath of the Jan. 5, 2011, raid.

The appellate judges remanded Mancini’s case to superior court for trial so she can pursue her claims that police were negligent and that she was the alleged victim of assault and battery, false imprisonment and invasion of privacy.

“Reduced to its essence … police are liable for negligent actions, just like anyone else,” Mancini’s lawyer, Lori Haskell, said of the Court of Appeals opinion.

Haskell said she’s thrilled Mancini will get her day in court. “I think it’s important for a jury to hear the particulars of what happened to her,” she said.

The Tacoma City Attorney’s Office emailed the following response: “The Court of Appeals ruled on a strictly legal issue, not on the facts of the case, and the City of Tacoma is currently evaluating it carefully and determining its next steps. Any comment beyond this would be an inappropriate comment on pending litigation.”

The Court of Appeals ruling cites extensive legal analysis by late state Supreme Court Justice Tom Chambers on the public-duty doctrine, with judges writing that Chambers’ opinion in a 2012 Skagit County lawsuit controlled their decision in Mancini’s case.

The city of Tacoma had argued it was immune from liability for negligence based on the public-duty doctrine — basically, that if a government or its agents, such as police officers, owe a duty to the public in general, then it is not liable for a breach of that duty to an individual.

Cayce agreed and dismissed Mancini’s lawsuit on summary judgment.

The doctrine “was created to ensure governments are not saddled with greater liability than private actors as they conduct the people’s business,” according to the Court of Appeals opinion. But Chambers explained the public-duty doctrine didn’t apply to duties governments had in common with private individuals, the opinion says.

The appellate court ruled Mancini’s negligence claims are grounded in the common-law right to the sanctity of her home:

“This duty, the duty to refrain from invading a private individual’s home, whether intentionally (trespass) or negligently (resulting from the absence of due care) is one of common law origin and applies to all,” the opinion says. “Her neighbors could not invade her home. The same is true of the City’s agents.”

The 38-page opinion reads like a stinging rebuke of the Tacoma police, who immediately knew they were in the wrong apartment but went ahead and searched Mancini’s unit.

Mancini was forced to stand outside barefooted, in her nightgown and handcuffs for at least 30 minutes, after her front door “was blown off its hinges with a battering ram,” according to the unpublished opinion.

Mancini lived in apartment 1B, while the cops’ intended target — a felon with a long history of drug and firearms crimes — lived in apartment 1A in a different building in the same complex, according to the opinion and other court documents filed as part of her 2012 civil case.

In contrast to the way Mancini was treated, the police officers executing the raid later knocked on the suspected drug dealer’s door and then allowed him “to sit on his living room couch” without being placed in handcuffs while they awaited a warrant to search his apartment, according to the opinion.

The opinion notes that Officer Kenneth Smith, who was in charge of the raid, relied on a tip from a confidential informant (CI) who had been in the suspect’s apartment a month earlier “and had seen a sufficient quantity of drugs to indicate” he was selling drugs.

“The CI pointed to Mancini’s unit and identified it as the location where she had seen the drugs,” the opinion says. Smith then obtained a warrant for Mancini’s apartment.

“Smith subsequently admitted that, although he usually would have placed a suspected drug dealer’s apartment under surveillance and performed a ‘controlled buy’ prior to seeking a search warrant, he did not employ those procedures in this instance,” the opinion says.

In a deposition Smith gave in August 2013 as part of the civil suit, he said he didn’t do surveillance or set up a controlled buy at the man’s apartment before the raid because if he had done so, King County prosecutors would have wanted a full packet of information on his informant and more details about the investigation.

Prosecutors in Pierce County did not require the same amount of information, Smith said during his deposition.

The police-incident report Smith wrote after the raid described how police entered Mancini’s apartment after making a “knock and announce.”

“Mancini’s apartment was not searched and she was immediately released,” the incident report says.

The Court of Appeals opinion describes events very differently:

Then 63, Mancini was a nurse who worked the graveyard shift. Around 9:30 a.m., she was awakened by the sound of her door being busted in.

She encountered numerous officers, dressed in SWAT gear with their weapons drawn, in her hallway.

The officers shouted at her to get down and “pushed Mancini, who stands approximately five feet tall, face down onto the floor,” the opinion says.

Placed in handcuffs, Mancini was forcibly led outside, where she stood on the breezeway “wearing only a nightgown for approximately 30 minutes.”

Though the suspected drug dealer lived in Federal Way, which is in King County, Tacoma police organized the raid because it was Smith who received the tip from his confidential informant.

During the search of Mancini’s apartment, officers removed clothing from hangers in the closet, moved a bed, disturbed a number of religious icons belonging to her deceased mother, rifled through kitchen cabinets and searched her fireplace, the opinion says.

According to the police-incident report, a Pierce County judge later signed a warrant for the suspected drug dealer’s apartment, where Smith said officers found a stolen handgun, a sawed-off shotgun, meth, marijuana and marijuana plants.

It does not appear criminal charges were ever filed against the man in connection with the raid by the Tacoma SWAT team, court records show.

#2015

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When Enterprise as Normal Was Turned Upside Down A photograph retrospective of how the pandemic modified the enterprise world and ruptured the economic system in 2020 — creating some winners and, tragically, too many losers. By Alana Celii, Crista Chapman, Brent Lewis, Renee Melides and Brent Murray Dec. 30, 2020 The situation of the worldwide economic system and work power is well measured in information: 82 million individuals world wide caught the coronavirus; 20 million in the US have been receiving unemployment advantages as of the tip of November. However enterprise is about greater than information and the motion of capital and the pursuit of revenue. This 12 months, because the pandemic crippled the economic system, photographers fanned out to doc the virus’s toll on shops, eating places and factories, and the employees they depend upon. Companies massive and small begin as goals. For each Jeff Bezos, who stop his job in finance to start out Amazon, there are lots of extra like Hector Hsu, who whereas finding out for a Ph.D. at Massachusetts Institute of Expertise opened Very Glorious, a Chinese language restaurant in Bristol, N.H. John Tully captured that lakeside city in April, simply because it turned obvious that the pandemic would take an nearly unimaginable toll on individuals’s livelihoods. Because the virus unfold, our photographers captured the way in which individuals and corporations discovered to adapt. Tom Jamieson went on board a airplane to point out cargo strapped in the place passengers as soon as plugged in earphones and sipped beers on the way in which to their holidays. In Bernal Heights, a neighborhood in San Francisco, Cayce Clifford confirmed us a sale at Bernal Bakery, a pop-up began in a one-bedroom house by two unemployed restaurant employees, Ryan Stagg and Daniella Banchero. There was an eeriness to a lot of what we noticed in 2020 — and the bodily distance this 12 months between topic and photographer added to that feeling. You’ll be able to see that in how Joseph Haeberle captured Forrest VanTuyl, a musician in Enterprise, Ore., silhouetted with a horse for a photograph essay on the impression of the virus on rural communities in October. Joseph Rushmore’s picture of socially distanced individuals ready in a big corridor for assist with their unemployment profit claims is a reminder that in instances of bother, you possibly can really feel alone even in case you’re with many others going through related futures. All year long, we turned accustomed to seeing empty areas and forgotten buildings. In March, Haruka Sakaguchi toured boarded-up storefronts of luxurious manufacturers in New York Metropolis that had accepted the inevitable: Window purchasing was over in the interim. And {a photograph} by Eve Edelheit of an empty parking zone at Disney’s Hollywood Studios in Orlando, Fla., nearly requires no caption in any respect. Images at all times entails a component of belief between a photographer and the topic. However for these photographs one thing else got here into play — threat. Threat of catching the virus. Threat that from a distance, we would miss the nuance of a narrative. As a substitute, we noticed a combination of fear, doubt and livelihoods on the precipice of collapse. We noticed resilience, even hope, suggesting that every one was not misplaced. — Ellen Joan Pollock, enterprise editor Among the many many issues that modified due to virus-induced lockdowns and restrictions, the change in the way in which we store was maybe probably the most seen. In Manhattan this spring, the place the cobbled streets of SoHo got here to a standstill, quite a few elegant luxurious boutiques, together with Fendi, Celine and Chanel, didn’t simply shut storefronts; that they had them boarded up with huge sheets of plywood. A staggering 6.6 million individuals utilized for unemployment advantages in a single week on the finish of March, because the coronavirus outbreak ravaged practically each nook of the American economic system. Beforehand, probably the most unemployment filings ever recorded in a single week was 695,000 in 1982. The pandemic left practically 10 million Individuals out of labor over simply two weeks, a toll far surpassing the darkest instances of the final recession. Supply hyperlink #Business #turned #upside #usual

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#lisa rpg #lisa the pointless #tom cayce #our art

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New top story from Time: The Price of Insulin Has Soared. These Biohackers Have a Plan to Fix It

In a hip Oakland, Calif., neighborhood, just blocks from cocktail bars and swanky Mexican restaurants, is an enormous warehouse, home to Counter Culture Labs, ground zero for an audacious challenge to the high cost of prescription drugs. In the entryway stands a 1½-story cardboard T. Rex, and inside it’s a bit as if Dr. Frankenstein shared his lab with a hoarder: cluttered shelves hold piles of drying mushrooms, Clorox wipes, wires, kitchen pots, motor oil, two books about Darwin, ropes, a broken alarm clock, a telescoping magnifying glass, a heat gun, a 3-D printer and several jars of clear liquid with tubes running between them. One shelf holds plastic bins labeled Lab Coats, Paint & Brushes and Ebola Suits.

A group of professional scientists and amateur tinkerers founded Counter Culture Labs in 2013 with the goal of bringing biotechnology to the masses. At any time, it hosts dozens of projects; when I visit in July, there’s one whose objective is to make “vegan cheese” using yeast.

The Open Insulin Project has bigger plans. The group wants to reverse engineer how the world’s largest pharmaceutical companies produce insulin and then turn over the instructions to the public. In theory, anyone with a bit of cash could then build a DIY lab in their garage and make open-source insulin.

Photo-composite, photographs by Greg Kahn for TIME

Currently three companies—Eli Lilly, Novo Nordisk and Sanofi—control most of the world’s $27 billion insulin market, using a complicated web of regulations and patents to keep a hold on it. Open Insulin wants to rebuild it with no megacorporations and no profit. The project is probably months, if not years, away from actually making medical-grade insulin, but its objective is as much political as it is production-oriented: bringing a sharp focus to the stratospheric price of insulin and, more broadly, the predatory pricing of prescription drugs in the U.S.

Over the past 60 years, the list price of a vial of insulin has gone from about 75¢ to $250—an increase nearly 43 times the rate of the U.S. Consumer Price Index inflation. “High drug costs exist throughout the system, but insulin is the poster child of this broken marketplace,” says Representative Tom Reed (R., N.Y.), one of the chairs of the Congressional Diabetes Caucus. Some, in fact, think that the project is already working as a kind of provocation: a way to force the issue on what is really a policy problem. “If the price of insulin gets regulated, the project will just go away,” says Jean Peccoud, a professor of chemical and biological engineering at Colorado State University.

For now, the project seems to be in a regulatory safe space, but that may change as it gets closer to making actual medicine. In an email, a Food and Drug Administration (FDA) spokesperson acknowledged that the agency is aware of the Open Insulin Project, but noted, “We cannot comment on hypothetical situations or potential future states of regulation.”

Predatory pricing in the U.S. isn’t unique to insulin. A study of the world’s top 20 medications found that Americans pay an average of three times as much as patients in the U.K. do for a given drug. The science behind making insulin is old, which makes it a good first target for the disruption of the pharmaceutical industry.

Cayce Clifford for TIMEDi Franco, founder of the Open Insulin Project, works with yeast at Counter Culture Labs in Oakland, Calif.

Anthony Di Franco, one of the Open Insulin Project’s co-founders, has diabetes himself, and has watched as the price of managing his disease has gone up and up. He has a dual undergraduate degree in physics and math/computer science from Yale University and is currently on leave from pursuing his Ph.D. in computer science at the University of California, Davis. He lives on contracting jobs, doing data science and researching machine learning and programming languages. Like many freelancers, he doesn’t have employer-sponsored insurance. But unlike most with the disease, he knew enough about science to start thinking there might be a better way—and so, in 2015, he launched the Open Insulin Project.

“The current system was built to exploit people with diseases,” Di Franco says. “Historians will look back and say, ‘How could they have done such a terrible job?’”

Diabetes is caused when the pancreas can no longer make enough or any insulin, a hormone that regulates blood sugar, or when a person’s body builds up a resistance to the hormone. Insulin, which helps the body use sugar for energy and lowers its levels in the blood, was first used to treat diabetes in the early 1920s. Physician Frederick Banting and medical student Charles Best were working with dogs, inducing diabetes by removing their pancreases and then trying to figure out a cure. The two eventually extracted a substance from cow pancreases; purified it with the help of biochemist James Collip; and proved it worked by injecting it themselves and noting that they got dizzy, a sign of low blood sugar. By 1922, doctors were using insulin from cow pancreases to treat diabetes patients.

People with severe diabetes need insulin injections to stay alive. Without it, your blood turns acidic, your body dehydrates, your vision blurs, you get weaker and start to vomit. Over days, you slowly—and painfully—die.

This fact, coupled with the inefficiencies of the American health system, as well as a manipulable patent framework, has enabled pharmaceutical companies to steadily increase the price of the lifesaving drug, even as it’s become easier and less costly to produce. Generally speaking, drugs are cheap to make. The costs are mostly to pay for the research and development required to discover them. For example, one 2016 study that looked at 106 recently approved drugs from 10 different companies found that the average R&D cost for each was $2.78 billion, compared with only about $19 million per drug in costs of actual clinical trials.

Much of the industrialized world has some form of single-payer health insurance and strict price controls on drugs, usually determined by a board of doctors and experts. In the U.S., the pull of the free market was supposed to keep prices down, but instead has led to a complex system of profit-driven corporations, from manufacturers to insurance companies, who add cost at every juncture.

It wasn’t meant to be this way, especially not with insulin. Banting, who shared a 1923 Nobel Prize for his work on insulin, demanded his name not be put on the patent, believing profiteering off a medicine was unethical. His co-discoverers agreed, transferring their patents to the University of Toronto for $1 each.

The pharmaceutical corporation Eli Lilly and Company of Indianapolis offered to help the university develop the medication, and the school eventually agreed to license the technology. Eli Lilly contracted with slaughterhouses to receive pig pancreases by railroad car in order to squeeze out the insulin. It was crude, but effective—and cheap. Ads from the 1960s show vials of insulin available for 84¢ in the U.S., just $7.36 in today’s dollars. And then came a real breakthrough.

In 1982, Eli Lilly introduced insulin made by genetically modified E. coli bacteria. The new insulin was less likely to cause allergies than the animal version, and it could be grown in vats. Novo Nordisk started making its own bioengineered insulin in 1991, and it looked like the drug was about to get really affordable, thanks to the competitive marketplace. Instead, prices went up. A congressional report written in 2018 found the list price of competing insulin formulations “appeared to rise in tandem,” doubling from 2012 to 2018. According to the report, that was most likely due to limited market competition, and to the fact that “each part of the insulin delivery chain is controlled by a small number of entities.” The marketplace never became competitive.

In theory, the U.S. patent system, which gives manufacturers sole rights to a drug formulation for 20 years, should eventually enable other drug producers to bring cheaper versions of the same medication to the market. But as Reed and the co-chair of the Congressional Diabetes Caucus, Diana DeGette (D., Colo.), note, companies skirt this by “evergreening” their drugs—tweaking drug formulas slightly, often making incremental improvements, to renew the patent and prevent generics from ever entering the market. Lantus, a long-acting insulin patented by Sanofi in 1994, was due to enter the public domain in 2015, but instead the company filed 74 patents for newer versions of the drug, which delayed that until 2031. Novo Nordisk has done something similar with one type of insulin by upgrading the mechanics of its injection pen. These insulins are touted as improvements, although there is evidence these are typically minimal.

“People with diabetes experience different issues and complexities that can’t be covered by one solution, which is why we continue to bring forth programs that will directly benefit even more patients and work toward much needed longer-term systemic reform,” said a Novo Nordisk spokesperson in an email.

An Eli Lilly spokesperson told TIME in an email that the company does not evergreen. “None of our insulins is patent-protected and our most commonly used insulin, Humalog 100, lost patent protection in 2014,” the spokesperson said. While the patent for Humalog 100 has expired, because of the complexities of entering the market, only one manufacturer jumped in to make a version of the drug: Sanofi, which already makes its own formulation. Sanofi’s “generic” version of Humalog sells for just 15% less than its original price. Eli Lilly is also manufacturing an “authorized generic” version, currently selling for 50% of the price.

A Sanofi spokesperson, meanwhile, writes that the company’s original patent on Lantus has expired and subsequent patents “are related to new and unique inventions.” They also point out that despite increases in the listed price for Lantus, the actual price customers pay is lower than it was in 2006, a result of other inefficiencies in the market. The spokesperson added that “we also support a robust and competitive marketplace, including efforts by other organizations to develop new technologies and medicines—including Open Insulin Project.”

For insured diabetics, the high costs of insulin are borne primarily by their insurers, and so remain more or less hidden. But for those without insurance or for people on high-deductible plans that require them to pay for their own care until they hit a predetermined amount, these prices take lives. Alec Smith, a 26-year-old restaurant manager, couldn’t afford the $1,300 a month it took to manage his diabetes. In 2018, Smith was three days from a paycheck when he died alone in his apartment; investigators later found an empty insulin-injection pen in Smith’s home. The case made headlines, but the human price of the high cost of insulin isn’t hard to find. Some 13.2% of the 2.9 million people who take insulin in the U.S. do not take it as prescribed, and 24.4% asked their doctor for a lower-cost medication, according to the CDC.

It’s not going to take a Nobel Prize to make DIY insulin, just persistence. The good news for the Open Insulin Project is that it has the accomplished 33-year-old French biochemist Yann Huon de Kermadec as its lead scientist. He’s in the U.S. right now because his wife Louise Lassalle is studying for a Ph.D. at Berkeley. Huon de Kermadec donates his time, showing up at the lab five to six times a week to work long hours designing a new form of life: a yeast cell genetically engineered to produce a form of insulin people could use.

Cayce Clifford for TIMEHuon de Kermadec, lead scientist of the Open Insulin Project, at Counter Culture Labs

On his side is the fact that biotech is getting cheap. The same pressures that brought down the cost of total gene sequencing from a taxpayer-funded $2.7 billion project to a $200 drugstore test in under two decades mean you don’t need millions of dollars to start a biotech project anymore. The Open Insulin Project is able to do what it does because equipment has become so cheap—especially in the Bay Area, where high turnover in the biotech industry leads to a glut of second-hand, lab-quality gear—and, like your home computer, more powerful. There are now several companies that market vast databases of genes, searchable by utility, all of which are economical. Huon de Kermadec picked two sequences of genes: one that produces a protein that can be cut to make insulin, and one that makes the yeast resistant to a specific antibiotic.

Using these genes, he and the team created a formula for a plasmid, a tiny circular piece of DNA. Then he hired a company to manufacture a small quantity of these plasmids, which they sent to Counter Culture Labs in a tiny plastic vial. Dozens of companies offer this sort of service in the U.S., at prices as low as a few hundred dollars. Next, the team jammed the plasmids into yeast cells, and added an antibiotic solution to the cell cultures. That’s where the antibiotic-resistance gene comes in handy—the ones that successfully adopt the plasmid into their own DNA will survive, and those that don’t will die out. The next step would be to grow the surviving cells, which should contain the genes to produce both antibiotic resistance and the precursor protein for insulin.

The team thinks they’ve gotten this far. They know the yeast produces a molecule the size of insulin—which is a pretty good sign it is, in fact, insulin. But they’re scientists, so they’re not popping the champagne yet. They want to confirm that the molecule is indeed insulin by using mass spectrometry, a precise technique that allows scientists to identify specific proteins, before they say for sure.

Then they will have to prove their insulin is pure enough to inject into a person. They’ll also have to demonstrate they can make medical-grade insulin every time with their process. Then, to get it to the people, they’ll need to standardize the equipment so other people can manufacture or buy it.

When asked if he thought his team would eventually create a yeast that could produce insulin, Huon de Kermadec responded confidently. “Yes, of course,” he says, “it isn’t rocket science.” But then there are the regulatory hurdles.

Di Franco has been reading up on the history of democracy in ancient Athens and is trying to craft his organization’s bylaws in the spirit of the world’s first democracy. He also wants its product to be democratically affordable: Di Franco thinks roughly $10,000 should be enough to get a group started with the equipment needed to produce enough insulin for 10,000 people. Each of these $10,000 setups would be somewhere between a middle-school science experiment and an industrial laboratory, requiring rooms of equipment; think something closer to a medical-grade brewery than to a countertop bread machine. The resulting product, he says, would cost someone with diabetes dozens of dollars a month instead of hundreds.

That’s noble, in theory, but there’s a reason why the FDA puts a lot of effort into certifying the labs that make our medicines: mistakes can be fatal. The U.S. drug-development system may be expensive, but it does guarantee quality.

The Open Insulin Project falls into a black hole outside of FDA regulation, according to Peccoud, the Colorado State professor. For one thing, the project may skirt some regulations by being a nonprofit. Also, the FDA allows individuals to largely do whatever they want to themselves. “If you want to inject yourself with home-brew beer, there’s no law to stop that,” says Peccoud.

If it does reach a production phase, Open Insulin would have to conform to Good Manufacturing Practice, the FDA rules for factories that make medicine, food, cosmetics and medical devices. And because the group plans to share its insulin-production framework online, crossing state lines, there may be other legal issues on the horizon. One solution might be to partner with other players in the health care system, like hospitals and pharmacies, which create custom versions of everything from acetaminophen to opioids in a process called compounding and navigate the demands of the U.S. system already. However, that’s likely to make the final product more expensive.

Ultimately, it’s not clear that the Open Insulin Project’s real goal is to facilitate insulin minilabs across the U.S. The group intends to put the plan for their designer insulin-producing yeast online as soon as it’s done, but only for “research purposes,” says Di Franco. And without brewing facilities or the ability to check and purify the hormone, the plans themselves are a long way—scientifically and legally—from the point where anyone will be injecting homegrown insulin. Di Franco has offered up his own body as a proving ground once the lawyers sign off: “I’d be thrilled to be the first person to take the insulin,” he says.

There’s ample evidence that insulin doesn’t need to be as expensive as it is in the U.S., even without DIY labs. For one thing, just across the border with Canada, a vial of insulin costs $30. In January 2020, Colorado will become the first U.S. state to put a $100 cap on the co-pays insured patients pay for insulin. Minnesota is considering a similar law.

“It’s an old drug,” says Peccoud. “It’s not hard to produce. It should not be more expensive than Tylenol. Insulin is just pure greed. And a failure of government.”

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"You're putting off your questions,” Elaianna said, knowing when he was clutching onto a distraction.

Thomas smiled at Dagan, pausing as Elaianna spoke. "Mhh -- yer' annoyingly keen, y'know that? ... Sure, I'm puttin' it off. Yer' livin' now an' thas' tha' greater of ma' worries. But I'm inclined ta' ask what in the fuck gave reason fer' ya' ta' be torn from tha' dead ta' begin with." Tom itched his abdomen, affixing her with a stare.

Elaianna blinked slowly, brows knit together. She looked as if he had slapped her. "You.. you think i should have stayed dead." Her voice, though quiet as it had been, had grown even softer. Try as she may to keep the hurt from showing, the emotion laced her words.

Thomas loosed a short exhale. His shoulders deflated, body losing some of it's rigidity, even in his armor. "Fuck n' damnation -- ya' really imagine thas' what I was thinkin'? 'Course I don't think ya' ought ta ... stay de -- stay -- " Tom shook his head, fussing with his gloves. "'Course that ain't what I meant. I think ya' ought ta' never have been ... gone ... in tha' first place."

Dägän didn't even know how to respond but let the man either dig his own hole to Pandaria or try to clear his name as quickly as he could. She didn't know how or what to think at the moment being.

Elaianna's facial expression softened. "I didn't ask to be... gone.. as you put it."

Thomas huffed, "I'm sure ya' didn' ask. But we both know tha' difference between stayin' out a' trouble an' making tha' decision ta' put yer'self in tha' crosshairs."

She sighed softly, closing her eyes. "You want me to stay at home, have afternoon tea and eat cakes... Pretend there aren't things that need fixing in the world?"

He frowned, jaw clenching, "Y'know that ain't true neither. I want -- " Tom halted, pacing back and forth. He dips his head to Dagan before turning back toward Elaianna, "Fuck's sake Anna, we gotta have this talk now? Y'need ... rest."

Elaianna looked up to Dägän. "...Can we have a few minutes, please?"

Dägän nodded in return. "Sure, i'll be outside if you need anything."

Thomas crossed his arms over his chest.

Elaianna pushed herself to sit up, keeping the blankets tugged snug around her waist. "Calm down and use your words, Thomas. Please."

He looked to the floor, the windows, the ceiling, anywhere but her. His jaw clenches again. The color in his face flushed and the veins in his neck pushed against his skin. Despite this, he didn't speak, just shook his head.

Elaianna spoke weakly, putting inflection upon his name when she spoke it. "Thomas. Please." She tried to motion for him to at least come closer but without him looking at her, it was moot.

Thomas pushed out a long, harsh exhale. His hands came to rest against the table nearby. Words did not come out easily, and he looked strained and uncomfortable. "Please what? Damn't Light alive -- I know ya' gotta do what ya' have to. But piss, ya' got folk what count on you. Folk what ... care about you. An' a daughter who needs a mother. More'n fuckin' anythin' y'know that ta' be true, don't you?" Tom's jaw jutted out and his head tilted, looking at the ceiling. There is a bubbling of emotion in his voice, "Fuck."

She canted her head, looking at him with sad eyes. "Please -that-. Say what's on the tip of your tongue, what you're holding back." She twisted a bit, trying not to wince at the phantom pain in her stomach where the second wound had been. It was healed by Cayce as well, but Light only went so far. "..Aye. I know that to be true." Her voice was low, shame tainting her words.

He gritted his teeth hard in his maw. There was a creaking of wood as his hands grip the table. After a moment, he took two hard steps toward her, leaning forward until his face was only a few inches from hers. The blood is still thick in his face, and the vein his forehead is swollen. "Light damn't woman -- I care about you. I need you in a way I ain't felt need in a long time. I can't have you goin' an' dyin'. Nerina can't have that. There're plenty a' bags a' meat that can die in your stead, folk like me that don't swell with such purpose that you do. Y'understand?" Tom moved to speak again, but stopped. The rush of his blood slowing and leaving him standing there, looking pained.

Elaianna set her jaw as he came to her with hard steps. As she listened, her jaw slackened. She reached up with a clammy hand, giving his cheek a gentle pat as if that could wipe away the pained look on his face. "I have a hard time sending folk like you to do things that I wouldn't do," she said slowly. She measured and weighed her words, but even the careful nature she chose them with didn't keep the emotion from oozing from them. "I couldn't have people like you... especially you... die in my stead, because I need you. I can't lose you too... I've told you that, haven't I?”

Thomas softened at her touch. The swelling blood and hard line of his jaw relaxed with the simple pat of his stubbled cheek. Words came slowly, his voice much smaller than it was before. Pin pricks of water ate at the sides of his eyes for a moment, until he blinked. "I'm buil't for it, gal. I'm ... " A shaky exhale escapes him, "I feel like ... I know ya'. Perhaps better'n ... some. I know yer' ache, I feel it too. It doesn' get any less in time. Loss is tha' surest demon ta' pain yer' heart. But ... " Tom inhaled, then exhaled, repeating this a few times. He shook his head. "But tha' don't meant you can throw yer'self into tha' fray so mean an' willingly. Despite tha' fact ya' can handle a horde a' demons or void touched beasts or a plain sailor with a rifle better'n even I can -- y'just ... can't."

The warpstalker in the corner of the room, Warpson, let out a sharp snore as he slumbers in the corner as the two were busy pouring their hearts out in strained words. The snore behind him caused Tom to pause. One gloved hand scrubbed over his face before he looked at Elaianna from beneath his hood, eyes stained red at the edges.

The lady's dove grey eyes searched the red-stained eyes, only tearing away to look at Warpson when she heard the snore, before looking back. "Built for it or not... I'm not built for losing you." Her lips, twitched, as if she were to say more but hesitated. There was a pause as she chose to swallow those words. Instead, when she spoke again, her voice was defeated. "You do know me.. You know me better than most... Least, what goes on up here." She pressed a fingertip to her temple briefly. "...Which surely to goodness means.. you know I'm not -looking- for death. Contrary to tonight's evidence."

Thomas had difficulty holding gaze with her as she looked at him. His jaw came tight, and he swallowed. There is glimmer in the back of his eyes, something far away but clearly paining him. "I know ... I know y'aint lookin'. Yer' stalwart, n' strong, n' damn't smart. I know it ain' right ta' hound you this way I jus' ..." Tom halted, choking on his words. His throat swelled and he swallowed, shaking his head. "Don' fuckin' go anywhere, alrigh'?"

She reached up with her left arm, snaking it around the back of Tom's shoulder and neck to pull him down over the back of the second bench Korduun had pulled up to make a place for Anna to rest. It was just enough so that her other arm could reach and she could give him a hug. "I'm too stubborn for that. I'm not going anywhere. I'm anchored," she promised.

The Captain seemed startled at her touch, at first. The motion left him slack at the jaw, lips coming together and apart to try to find words. In their absence, he simply leaned forward into her embrace. His arms, rustling as his armor moves, came around her frame. He was gentle, not wanting to harm her in such an infirm state but -- there was an edge of desperation in his clutching at her. A low exhale escaped him, dusting over her shoulder. "... Anchored." His voice came at a whisper.

Elaianna gave his back a gentle pat. "That's right," she murmured.

[ There was SO much that happened in RP, and I plan on doing more posts about it, but while I still had the logs up on WoW, I wanted to get this down/edit some of the pretenses. Thank you to everyone for an amazing guild event. I’d love to tell more but not all the stories that happened last night were Anna’s to share.]

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