Friday, November 27, 2020

New Approach Needed

I read this article by Craig McKee.  I think the article is very good.  You can link to it -->

Here are my comments in reply, published on Facebook.  Dennis P. McMahon

Very good article. We need a new platform, a "Banned in Boston" type website(s), available to everyone. RFKJr has recently prescribed one such new platform where nothing is censored. THAT is what's needed (already very late; hopefully it arrives soon). Youtube, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc. need to be regulated as utilities, and competition needs to be allowed to emerge. Meanwhile, ignore the psychopathic algorithms, and seek the Truth. Hard to find Truth nowadays, since the psychopaths (Gates, Fauci, Ferguson, WHO, CDC, etc.) are manipulating the world, via the COVID19 Plandemic scam. Trump has been very weak in response. Clowns like King Cuomo and Major deBlankio in NY, and their ludicrous and disastrous lockdowns, show that they too are mindless puppets (at best) of the psychopaths who are currently in control of the plandemic. Most other politicians, especially Democrats (FDR must be turning over in his grave) follow that plandemic path as well.

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Tango During the Plandemic

I have been tango dancing since before 9/11.  One key aspect of tango for me always has been holding a woman I've never met before in my arms, and leading her to make certain steps, and allowing her to embellish as we connect.  Outside of tango, where can one embrace a total stranger, so intimately?  You can swing, salsa, merengue, etc., but you'll never get so close as you can during tango.  Well, that has been my experience.  I'm sure there are exceptions.

Nowadays, during the plandemic, there are virtual tango classes on the internet.  But where is the touch of a partner? I don't see "touch" happening virtually.  Or am I behind the curve?

Check out the Central Park Tango (CPT) July 13 post on Facebook.*** According to that post, if tango is permitted at CPT, and you want to tango there IF that opportunity actually arises, you must wear a mask and not change partners.  Ugh! 

As of this writing, idiotic lockdown rules are destroying not only lives, careers, small businesses, and the economy etc., but also the mystique of tango. I have no plans to attend CPT or any tango event that requires wearing a mask. 

***KEY Update - July 13th - CPT / Parks Dept Info Exchange Underway !
Last Week, the PARKs Dept provided the Mayor's Office guidance. The CPT response, incl. requested info, has been submitted, so upcoming exchanges will confirm the status of CPT's season.
Meanwhile, (Outdoor Experimental) TANGO INTERLUDEs will continue - For Couples Only.
"Couples Only" Means >>> NO CHANGING of Dance Partner !
(Reminder: Initial Request for Long Term partners was DROPPED a While Ago)
Other IMPORTANT requirement - EVERY Person Must Wear MASK at ALL Times !
Sincere thanks to All who have participated so far, in the Proper manner, given these uncertain times.
Although there has been increasing interest in these INTERLUDEs,
They Continue to be LIMITED to 10 COUPLES ONLY per gathering.
If Interested, please email to (Need to include your partner's name).
STAY TUNED for Further CPT Updates.
Thanks Again for Your Understanding ! ! !

Tuesday, June 23, 2020


I am poised to be a superstar, if someone discovers me.  Two books I've written could be a movie or TV hit series.

Sadly, it is clear, that no one (most likely) will make that discovery.  

A million-to-one shot.

Maybe a billion or trillion to one.

Sunday, May 31, 2020


During the lockdown, I've taken long walks, usually along Sheepshead Bay Road to the Bay itself.  And then back again.

Recently, during those walks, I had perceived that there seemed to be many hookers infiltrating the area.  

It took me two days to figure out that those seeming ladies of the evening were actually just local women flaunting their physiques and looks.  They were not actually hookers.  Instead, they were dressed hooker style.

I asked about this "hooker style" mode of dress (very revealing/flashy) to some of my contacts with whom I connect via text messages.  A couple of women responded.  

One said, "Sounds like the Kardashian-Jenner look..complete w extremely long nails/nail art."  

Another commented, "Yes Sheepshead Bay Very Gucci Prada Mercedes and Bentley’s.  Been trendy for a long time."

I guess I was out of the loop.

Not complaining.  Those women pretty up the area.  Few, if any, wear masks.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Nothing's Gonna Change My World

For some reason, when I go out for a walk during the plandemic lockdown, and put on my headphones to listen to music on my iPhone, I begin my walk while listening to "Across the Universe" by the Beatles.

A repeating refrain in that song's lyrics is "Nothing's gonna change my world."  Not sure why, but I like listening to those lyrics while the world is changing so dramatically via the plandemic and lockdown. A fascination with irony is one suspected proclivity.

Recording at the link below.  Lyrics follow thereafter.
Across the Universe
Words are flowing out
Like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless, undying love
Which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai Guru Deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul McCartney
Across the Universe lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Thursday, April 23, 2020

The Corona Virus (COVID-19) Has Struck . . .

. . . I don't know what to say about it except that the mainstream media is a tool of the powers that be, who reside above Trump, Putin, the Chinese Government, etc.  Here is one podcast I would recommend on this 23rd day of April, 2020.

And check out David Icke, on various places, including .

This is a good story:

Saturday, February 29, 2020

Mom and Dad Connection Day

"Yesterday," at 2/24/20, while driving along Ocean Parkway to get to downtown Brooklyn, I hit a horrid traffic jam.  My middle brother was at my right side in the front passenger seat.  

While in that traffic jam, telepathically, I “heard”our deceased father say, “This [traffic jam] will help arrange for you to have an empty elevator car ride to the seventh floor of 9 Bond Street.”  Or something like that.  And that is exactly what happened, about an hour later.  That gift was most welcome.  I detest crowded elevators.

Later my brother and I drove to Hoyt and Schermerhorn Streets, a street corner which our father had often mentioned when he was alive.  I forget why.  

Driving on Schermerhorn, I made a left on Hoyt and we went passed the rehab center where our mother, also deceased,  had spent so much time.  

It was a (deceased) Dad and Mom Connection Day!

Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Soul Part

Mary (not her real name) had undergone some sort of trauma in her childhood, I was told by credible sources.  This resulted in the loss of part of Mary’s soul.  The shamans call that “soul loss.”   

Mary's soul loss continued into her adulthood, and was still there, last time I observed, in retrospect. 

Interestingly, and uniquely, the lost soul part came to me and asked me to use my (very rusty) shamanic skills to restore her (the lost soul part) to Mary’s soul.  It was a heavy metaphysical experience that weighed upon me.  

I told the soul part that I could not participate in that type of endeavor unless Mary came to me and requested that a soul retrieval be done (I'd probably refer her to an expert).  It was a matter of ethics.

I know Mary.  She will never make such a request.  But if she does, and if I can help, I will.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

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. . . but you should be able to find the story at:

You may have to copy and paste vs link.  Of course, the story may disappear at any moment.

Thursday, January 23, 2020


Back in 1969, I had a premonition—that I would die at age 23. The thought would just pop up and into my mind seemingly out of nowhere.  At other times, a license plate number might jump out at me screaming “23” as part of the plate number. For some reason, that would trigger a vision of my impending death at age 23.  I forget the details, but I remember the premonition.
I remember telling my "date", in the Summer of 1969—a great year in New York City—that I would die at the age of 23.  As I recall, we were both smashed on pot and each other.  She didn’t seem to take me seriously enough, or maybe she did, I forget.  We’d be done in a few weeks, for unrelated reasons.
In 1969 and 1970, I believe I mentioned the premonition to others a few times.  Or maybe it was just a couple of times.  At least once, of that I am sure. 
Admittedly, I cannot recall everything about the premonition.  I especially cannot remember the first time I received the message that I would die at age 23.  But the premonition was clear at age 21, and Death was clearly associated with the number 23.
Back in the day, pretty stoned on whatever was available, I had no fear of dying, even tho I actually thought I would be dead before reaching age 24.
Many years later, after my 23rd birthday had passed, I became spiritually minded and came to know that in my previous past life, I had died young. Perhaps that had colored my premonition in this life.
In any event, after age 23 came and went, I forgot about the premonition.  Until the 23rd of January, 1982, when my son Ryan was born but doomed to die soon thereafter, due to medical malpractice.  It was then that the premonition returned, painfully.  All that was 38 years ago to the day, as of this original writing (I've done some editing afterwards).
Obviously, during my premonition stage, 23 and Death had been clearly linked, tho I was way off in thinking that I would die at age 23.  While I do get signs from the Spirit World, now and then, it has been my experience that I often misinterpret those signs, as in the scenario discussed above.  Thus, I have no plans to open up a Psychic Shop.