September 4th

12:30 AM

I have a long time to go (and many fishes to fry) in my semi-chronologic autobiographic notes until i reach the end of college. So i have to come here with a preview i need to prove something.

Under the suspicion that sex magic is an ubiquitous practice in media, cinematography and even news, with more and more sexy "anchors". But first an example. Dee Dee Gatton and her colleague who is even sexier, i forgot the name.

With Dee Dee Gatton i once met at a Walgreens pharmacy recently, she acting as a pharmacist and performing and act of arousal on me. She seemed very open and accessible however she had this peculiar accent, maybe Asian, not present on TV.

But ABBA. There was this woman at CPL Bacău (again, wood processing) where Angela worked in the IT first and then became head of the accounting department while i was still a student, who was a data input operator. However she looked exactly like Frida from ABBA and also seemed not very happy to be there. That attitude made her sort of unattractive though she had a body of a model and everything.

I remember the head of IT department, her female boss was affectionately calling her Baba Nela (old lady Nela), apparently a an allusion to her age and still being unmarried which could have been a play word for me to remember. There was an engineer in the maintenance department Virgil Atonoaiei from Brusturoasa who looked (and talked) like the artist known as Boy George.

Together they once came to a party in 4 in our new apartment. We had a brand new stove in the kitchen and they brought a... whole rabbit and she was very suspicious of the way Angela was handling it to cook, she was looking over her shoulder with an obviously concerned attitude, which surprised me given her official social status. (In other words, very fussy).

We only had furniture in the bedroom and we danced together in there around the bed. But as some point which was pretty early in the evening they chose to leave and in the door he made an allusion, like maybe we could do other things (like swapping maybe).

No it's not only those two songs. There are many others, can mention now though i'm pretty tired, Does Your Mother Know, which is about underage activities.

Truth is, through these guys and many others we are/were fully immersed in sex symbolism, all the time as soon as we start the radio or open the TV or go online. Is that the path they chose for us in the 19th century? Self developing through sex magic?

Talking about ABBA. Yes, i had an encounter with the pretty girl from Ace of Base too, she was acting as an accountant in an Italian timber firm i worked last time in Romania teaching them how to use my accounting app i was selling to firms in Bacău. After the first, probably real accountant left one day and i had to start over.

We were all talking Italian because of the owner and were cooking and eating pasta every day.

Together one day we walked from one end of Bacău (beyond city limits) where that firm was all the way to the other end or Energy street where we lived (yes, this is an occult keyword, see above).

Some 10 miles i guess. We talked and talked and i lost track of time and distance (was i in a trance?).

She was nice and social and easy to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in me. But when we got there at our building i did not invite her in. It was pretty late and Angela was one hour from coming home from work. I didn't want to, she was too nice, too much, would have fallen in love with her.

I remember the day before i got in the plane to leave for the US they called me for a modification (yes i was afraid something could go wrong and did not tell anybody except a few relatives) and Mihai Clivetti, the chief or president of whatever of Bar Association was having a heavy argument with her (yelling at each other) while i was in the other room. Blackmailing was common during those days in Romania.

1:25 Talking about sexual energy. Anybody heard about Wilhelm Reich?

9:30 Ok now i remember. One day the always percolating French teacher (who might have been a real Frenchman) came into class with this theme. "Faites l'amour, pas la guerre". I think he had some postcards of which one i remember, it was with a gorilla or something. He even asked us to write down a one page essay about it (yes of course in French). Yes i remember what i wrote about.

Yeah i guess no matter what and how it's always better to. Make love and not war. I think i stuck with that idea from that day on. But i was just a stupid, overgrown kid with no money and one set of clothes on me. No way he wouldn't have known that.

3:30 Sincer pe mine Nicușor Dan începe să mă sperie. Mai este legitim un președinte care nu respectă Constituția?

September 3

5:05 PM Media horoscopes or the poor man's daily link to the occult and irrational are not what people think they are.

First of all, horoscopes proper are calculated by astrologists on demand, customized on personal basis for those who afforded to pay, like in the past for royalty. The root of the word, latin hora means hour implies the real horoscopes are calculated by hour of birth rather than sign or month.

But here are a couple of more reasons horoscopes written in media can't be real.

Pope Gregorius shifted the calendar by ten days because over millennia of missing Venus observations which being part of a cult probably were deemed heretic or magic by the Church it became misaligned with the astronomic new year. Which means overnight some people who were by example Gemini, became Cancer.

Another reason, more complicated to understand is the shift (of the apparent view) of constellations themselves due to Earth's precession, a motion that can be viewed in whirligigs (top spins) towards the end of their rotation, when they start to slow down and is due to gyroscopic forces. Good luck in understanding that.

However i believe there is some truth in sign based zodiacs. People by example born right after summer solstice perceive, subconsciously in their tiny unformed brains a continuous decrease in daylight for about 6 months or most of all the others, and they become the most pessimistic persons and those born right after winter solstice, the boldest. Libras born after fall equinox are the most balanced, etc.. Same goes for temperature cycles in northern hemisphere, etc.. 

6:15 You can see how purely psychological or neurological phenomena turned into the magic of constellations for mass horoscopes.

Over millennia people observed things. They memorized, categorized and used them without knowing the true force behind them. In time they rediscovered that knowledge hidden or suppressed by the Church for about 1000 years and started the counter movement of occultism away from public (and Church's view), beginning with Renaissance. Sometimes they mixed the two, like in Rosicrucianism.

Over the year the (Catolic) Church gradually backed up to more scientific points of view, like in the case of Galilei and  egocentrism geocentrism and continues to this day to do so.

Like sex magic that comes to us all the way from Inanna, the Sumerian goddess of sex.

Sex can be, subconsciously a very strong motivator. In Japan it is believed lack of sex for soldiers by example can bring bad luck. I believe during Hitler they (almost) created the first mass produced inflatable women. To this day in Japan the name for sex toys are datchi wifi waifu. For this reason they prevent their greatest enemies for having sex.

So yes, if someone puts something in mind when being attracted or someone else or while having sex (thinking here of the erotic play called chastity or denial), it can stick in their subconscious and transmitted to others around him/her subconsciously and in the end make it happen.

Just came to mind. Could it be chastity of the monks of all kind, catholic priests a form of sex magic?

I once have been talking to a "Romanian" guy from around here and asked him what was/is the reason we are seeing so many pure bred sexy Arian people in movies. That would not turn us over night into them, so that cannot be the purpose.

I believe it is all sex magic, meant to make in real life those kinda people more desirable and a a myriad of other associations, according to the writer of the script and director's whishes. An alchemic transformation? 

But could they believe that making a noise while i write something "bad" about Japan and generally white Arians, like starting the black BMW would somehow magically interfere with the information i already put here or are they just trying to disassociate my mind from those ideas (correcting) or maybe they just performed another magic ritual taken from their scriptures or traditions? To alchemically transform my ideas into something else?

What do you mean by What Arians? Straight materpieces. 

BTW what kinda alchemy is this? I go to the kitchen area to eat something, i see a car at the kindergarten. But in the morning usually the market goes up when i go there like today or everyday.

The two ladies of Romania and Moldova i just wrote about met, this time dressed in blue, as i mentioned about the school uniforms during communism.

8:38 And their language was a form of ancient Sanskrit. 

The Spider Web II

Continuing

In September 1974 after being admitted to Tehnoton HS in Iași, my father drove me there.

At the end of school after the very last class, the physics/chemistry teacher, the sexy one with miniskirt, Mrs.Mezinu, asked me where i wanted to go after school and i said there was a professional school for phone techs in a nearby town. And she went,  "You, professional school? You should go to high school!" (i was second in class).

I was really submissive at the time and ready to do everything teachers or people with some authority were telling me. So was my father. Though there was a good HS in Câmpulung (called Dragoș Vodă, or Lord Dragoș, the supposed founder of Câmplung and Moldova) from where most grads were admitted to a college (again didn't know what that was at the time), i wanted to learn electronics.

My preference was to go to Bucharest, after what i saw during that filming at the National Television.

School and sometimes boarding (if you could catch room) were free of charge at all levels during communist period, but it was an 8 hours ride by train.

He went there (later he told me he also wanted to get me out of the influence of my mother) and when he came back he heard from a guy in the train about a new HS tied to the new company Tehnoton in Iași (yes they were lots of technical HS in Romania besides professional which were shorter, 3 years only all tied to companies in order to prepare workers.

Iași was at about 4 hours away only. So he went and filed my application. In late June i went for an exam and passed it. Can't remember what place i was on the list i was but not among last for sure. Though i did not have a real math teacher in grade. That teacher Popescu from Câmpulung proved to be wrong.

Tehnoton HS was about electronics and electrotechnics because Tehnoton firm was building radios. I will come later with details. They also had a 3 years only professional school but a (technical) HS also kept the door opened for college while a professional school was a dead end which i really did not care about at the time.

But unlike those guys at professional, i had to pay for the food at the self serve food court (they called them canteens).

But surprise. We got there late? and they had no more room in the dorms. Father had to scramble to do something. And he went to the nearby IPL (again, coincidence, wood processing plant), it was right in the back of the HS where, again coincidence, party secretary was a guy he knew from IPL Suceava.

To me, he looked again like Botnăraș (from memory and today's POV), this time in suit with gray hair.

Anyways. He arranged for me to stay free of charge in a building between the HS and the plant, the so called non familyist dwellings, in a room with a supervisor from the factory. They were small rooms in a concrete block building and it was right across the always stinking common restroom and showers.

He was a short guy and again he looked like a Japanese man. Titi Pancu was his name. In his 40s, he was always smiling and had this peculiar, penguin like, hypnotic walk. They were two beds but can't remember if there was a table for my homework.

I remember the first day of HS. The class master (diriginta), a very short woman with a very strong voice was in the backyard or inner side of the L shaped new building on the stairs with a list in her hand and was yelling each of our names and i said to my self, i'm screwed, she seemed very "severe". (First cut, the deepest).

When i was in Lake Oswego, many years after (2010 - 2015), i somehow ran across this video with the Romanian soprano (of Greek and Russian origin, by name), Marina Krilovici who at the time was officially "escaped from the regime" in Germany and i said must have been her, who in turn must have been Hungarian soprano Gabriella Zsigmond.

A very short woman with lots of energy, heavy smoker, Mrs. Ionică (a diminutive of my last name), her husband was an agronomic engineer working outside Iași and was missing a lot from home. And in the end she proved to be not severe at all, almost human during an inhuman regime, though she always kept a safe distance.

Enough to say in advance, during the years when she acted both as class master and Romanian language teacher (not a lot of lessons i recon, we were more like free talking in the class) she replaced (and taught us all) in conversations the title "tovarăș" (comrade) with domnul or doamna, (Mr, Mrs) usually when naming other teachers, and i think it might have spread from there in other places if not all of Romania.

And so the show at Tehnoton HS began.

One of my first memories there? One night i was in line at the canteen and they seemed to be opening late (or was i too early) and the line grew bigger and it was then when i met what was about to be my friend and mentor for the whole time, a guy named Gabriel Ringhilescu, from Ștefănești Botoșani.

Lately i started to suspect he was the actor Adrian Pintea, who was 6 years my senior.

I remember on top of the 3 steps of the stairs of the canteen door stood a guy who now by visual memory i think was a young version of Miscavige, though with black hair who was acting as the "pedagog" or the ruler of the dorm. So now i recon, if i was given a bed in that dorm, i would have been under his rule.

He kept us there long enough for me to start talking to Gaby. I remember that night we walked together on the street going all the way to Podu Roș, a nearby neighborhood in Iași, then each going to his place which to him was a newly built unfurnished empty apartment in the west of Iași and me the non familyst cramped room.

He was very friendly though i was really scared during those first days alone in Iași. I remember one thing he told me that night. His purpose there was to learn how a computer works which to me then was an enormous impossible task though over the years, i myself did achieve that goal which helps me a lot with my writings here.

I think he and possibly his protectors had a dual nature though. Officially he was sent there by some nationalist patriots nested in the Romanian Communist Party, maybe Ceaușescu himself or possibly Soviets who were crawling at the construction site of Stânca barrage near Ștefănești to teach me things i was lacking from my family, and the other was secret sabotage of the first.

Among other things, he was an expert in yoga, doing things like rolling his stomach up and down and sideways and had a sculpted body, but more in the style of ascetic monks than body builders.

He was reading good literature and gave me numerous books to read when i became his roommate in first trimester of the 2nd year. and started a passion for Romanian poets of which i translated a few poems (32) in this blog though laely it turned they were heavily influenced by occultism. Yeah who knows what would have become of me if it wasn't for him. But it all was a plan.

Was it in the second year also when we got a new teacher, of sociology, who came from a different HS to ours to teach one class a week. He once even told me, he came there especially for me (where did he know me from?). That guy, prof Manea, turned out to have been none other than the musician known to us all as Elton John and there is little doubt in my mind about it.

There are many (juicy) stories with both i will tell later, but since i am at knowing Gabriel i have to write this one now.

In the summer or fall we went together swimming in different areas of the town, sometimes joined by the guy who was also my roommate for one trimester and looked like Travolta. One glorious summer or early fall day we went at Ciric Lake and were doing turns as one would row and the other would swim behind the boat along the lake.

After that he took me to Manea's apartment in nearby Tătărași (Doi Băieți), one of the two ten stories towers there where he gave us to drink brandy and made a few sexual allusions. This is so from the beginning one would not make false ideas about who Gabi was.

But about Man_ea i was warned by the master teacher (diriginta) Ionică though i did not understand what she meant at the time. "He is crazy and he and Gabi and others want to make you crazy too" she said one day when we were alone on the street when she became emotional.

One more story about Ciric Lake. I went there with Angela after we got married and i was still a college student and again rented a boat (they were cheap to rent) and i was swimming near the boat and my wedding ring fell in the water but i caught it while it was going down, inches away from the surface (they were very expensive, like one month wages for one ring).

In the first days and weeks i was wearing a type of cheap uniform, made of the same material as for winter military clothing, though navy blue in color. It was a nasty material, irritating especially when  new and would wrinkle developing large ballooned knees and thin out in time, the kind i was wearing throughout grade school. I was the only one in class wearing that and diriginta told me to tell my father to buy the more expensive one, made of "tergal".

Yes i was very tall, almost the height and weight i've been through my whole life after until i got here and became overweight. I think it was the milk i grew with we were buying from our neighbors, the Erhan family (a Turkish name, left since Turkish rule of Moldova and Bukovina).

Soon after, i think in November 1974 ex two term post revolutionary (1989) President (of Romania) Ion Iliescu was officially moved through one of those shuffle like movements (rotația cadrelor) to be the Party General Secretary at Iași where he stayed until i finished HS (another coincidence).

I think in reality he was the famous Hungarian director György Illés who directed the whole political show in Romania starting with that time or possibly earlier, until he died, it is unclear when.

(to be continued, it will be part of a series of posts)

September 2nd

2:02 AM I heard a commercial on TV while moving my PC from bedroom back to living and did a search just to see if heard it right, cause i could not believe my ears and memory. So they found a way to put together the word Xfinity (X infinity or X finity) and force field.

9:45 They were two Angelas in my stories and lots of references about Germany. The meaning of this visit? No meaning, just the occult trying to dilute some of the shock of some readers. By the way, my memoirs could never be printed op paper, yes, because of the numerous links.

And as i was expecting, a myriad of articles in Romanian press and not only, with subtle or sometimes direct references to things in my post. Lechatch, Leipzig. Too many to mention, basically all of then in one way or another. 

Vast majority of the things i wrote so far in this first chapter covering first 14 years of my life were already written in my blog started in 2012 however they were bits and pieces, written in different styles and formats as i was advancing in English and writing skills, and most people could never see them as parts of a whole or see the connections.

Beware of their power to erase things from reality with their sophisticated media apparatus.

10:40 Harleys in the US were the transportation of choice of millions of veterans who returned from WWII. With them they terrorized the white collar wad dodging Cadillac driving middle upper class at home. Also because they could not afford a car (not right away anyways).

To this day it remained the same symbol, with more veterans added to the movement. I bet in the beginning the bikes were noisy because of tecnologic and prices limitation, but they stayed that way and it became a tradition.

But nowadays? I see on Harleys young unidentified guys that sometimes prove to be... Japanese when they remove their helmets. More of the veterans became quiteley integrated. Those generations are more and more gone and you cannot know who is doing it and for what purpose anymore.

Because of what i wrote here last night, the stories with the motorcycle (yes they never punish unprovoked), this morning, minutes after i awoke, one started with the pulsating sound way about 100 dB in the pressing silence that started at the complex after what i wrote last about Sciento. Within minutes i started to have a congested noise, because of dust and rage and then palpitations and chest discomfort. He repeated it 2 more times.

11:00 It started. Kinda early though but the rain is welcome because of raging fires. This is the weather in Oregon. When it rains, it pours but actually is more like a drizzle and rarely a proper rain. Small amounts of water spanned over months of fall, winter and spring where the Sun rarely shines.

I remember a pastor Swift's joke during a sermon before year 2000 at the Church (of the Nazarene, yes the church of the city). "In Oregon it rains from above but a lot of times sideways and i could swear sometimes it feels like it rains from underground".

After cooking ourselves in the last couple of months in scorching temperature sometimes over 100 degrees with a poor man's AC in the balcony door blowing cold air which was bad for my wound, now we get to see the dark for the months to come. It might help with dust outside, but inside the dust never leaves because it's coming from walls.

September 1st

10:55 PM Oculta, ramura Dinescu, mascota gibonul sinistru al evoluției, lovește din nou.

Motivul pentru care l-au scos la înaintare pe acest Pahonțu de care nu a auzit nimeni până acum este de a avea o caricatură nouă, neuzată, pe care s-o vânture la nevoie în fața ochilor dvs., "milioanele de prostiți". Și ăsta e doar un exemplu, e plină presa controlată de ei mereu de asemenea devieri subliminale.

Absolutely not funny.