We Miss You Sanji

In Memoriam: Sanji Gupta – The Maharajah

Once upon a time, I was up late at night and from outside the window I heard small meows. I followed the sound from the back of the house to the front. Went out onto the front porch and from around the corner edge of the house a wee long haired black kitten poked his head. He looked frightened. I reassured him he had arrived at a home of safety.


Baby Sanji <3

He approached the porch and jumped aboard. Once my hand touched him, he was won over to me and I to him. He rubbed against my leg and I continued to pet him. I told him to stay here and I would be right back.


Sanji coming out after all clear from the storm <3

I went inside and woke Shawn to tell her there was a kitten in need of a home. Would it be alright to bring him in. She got out of bed, followed me to the front door, and we both joined the sweet kitten on the porch. Inviting him in, we fed him and groomed him. Shawn did the grooming and I supplied the endless amount of food his body needed to consume.


Early on into Jesus slippers our Sweet Sanji <3

Back then my name was marge but I changed it to Jennifer. And the wee black kitten grew into the name of Sanji Gupta. He did fall asleep in Shawn’s arms and he claimed her as his human. She was his new mom and I was his other mom.


Sanji taking on the Savage Beast <3

Since the summer of 1999 until July 1st 2015, Sanji Gupta, the Maharajah, lived a happy and secure life with lots of companions of various species. He even had special Lady friends he was very close to, especially Ellie and Gatsby.


“Do I really have to pose,” Sanji asked <3

He held the honor of being surrogate father to Carter, Poe, and Parker, Gatsby’s baby kittens. She was a cast away we took in, unknown to us her pregnancy. We kept her children and today they miss their Pop.

sanji and carter as a baby

Sanji [The Maharajah] & baby Carter [the Prince] <3

We all miss Sanji. He was a very important figure in our family. Now he is flying high and has joined his brothers and sisters who came before and have all gone on ahead. Love you Sanji Gupta, your other Mom <3

sanji & ellie

Sanji & Ellie together again always <3

Private Moments #84 of “Private Writings” ENDS on October 28th 2014]

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #84 
“Has a New Life Been Granted Me?”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley

Post 20th October 2014
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #84 “A Momentary Pause”
“Talking Serious Degrees of Time” by jkm

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

talking serious (c) jkm 2014

talking serious degrees of time (c) jkm

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“Has a New Life Been Granted Me?”
By Madison Taylor
29th April 2009

Has a New Life Been Granted Me?
Has a new life been born?
Awakening an energy
I forgot
The feelings for

Breathing in air clean
No feelings of expelling pain
Or the ability
To be attracted
To the sustenance
That maintains
Or excels life

I felt death tap my shoulder
Alerting me to its impatience
It was a battle
I felt loss circling my life
Pulling it away from me

Not suicidal
More the feeling of demise
Was on its own
Nothing in me
Was trying to participate

My struggle was to beat it out
Before it could claim
My weakening flesh

Somehow my angels
Pulled together their power
And rescued me
They did
But hopeful

Is the promise within
I will make it beyond
And the next day
Will care for itself
Building up my defenses
That which wants me
So insistently

Always playing at
Forcing my final

I am a survivor
And I don’t
And won’t give in
Or up

© jkm

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Theme to Film: Somewhere in Time – John Barry

Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini – Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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(c) jennifer kiley 2014

Private Writings: Chapter #83 “THE FEAST” aka “La fête”

private writings a novel of true fantasy by jennifer kiley [shawn's 2d blue name]

“The Feast”
Private Writings #83
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Tuesday 14th October 2014

Not Suitable For Children.
Anyone Resembling Anyone Living or Dead
Is Purely Coincidental.

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Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell psychoanalyst

I am the storyteller using imagination fantasy feelings & thoughts

to discover self soul eternal serenity & bliss

but to most importantly tell the best tale ever after upon a time.

see you down the rabbit hole.

Private Writings: Chapter #83 “THE FEAST”

Letters #83 “THE FEAST” 8th April 2009

Dear Maria,

Angela, [Angie], started to describe to all the ghosts and myself, not a ghost, what she remembered of the evening she was murdered. What the motives were. What the murder weapon was. A bite too much of something good. She heard her husband Clifford Huntington, of the New Port Huntington’s, who knows for sure. He was talking to a woman in full flirt with him. He wasn’t resisting. He told her he would be free soon to marry her. Poison was the name of the game, to go into her piece of game.

It was a terrible Movable Feast. There is much to say but I don’t want to wander. Angela belonged to the underground group publicly called WUFFDE [World Union Foundation for Doctors Everywhere]. A front. There funds helped the sick & weak unwanted in countries overseas. Barely noticeable to the World. Not really to WUFFDE either. It was a cover. They really didn’t give a shit. [tha truth stated in a song: “…”…some people were born not to help people…”]

They held a Private Party each year. The buy in was $500,000. “The Movable Feast” was the fond name they used to call it because each year “The Feast” moved to another unknown location, not even to members. Fear of being discovered. Reason, they eat endangered species of animals through their feasting.

But back to the murder. Angela thought her friends were real. Not so. They were sycophants sucking up to the succubus Clifford Huntington. He was actually having an assassin kill his wife so his hands would remain pure. Reason for the sacrifice: to earn points and lots of money and Power.

Where was the poison actually hidden, her husband, Clifford told his tramp girlfriend, it was in the main course. The server would have a special exotic rare flower on Angela’s plate. No flavor existing to detect its presence. Angela ate everything that was served her through the multi-coursed menu. From exotic animals, the Turtles from the Galapagos, turned into a form of soap, Okapi & Bonobo, both endangered of being non-existent. Did these heartless group give a shit. Of course not. Not one of them. They drank their Cristal, 1988

This Year’s Menu Galore: the Theme from the film “Babette’s Feast” blended with the theme of the jungle and barbarians.


Theme is In the Night of the Jungle

Choice of Film Feast

Babette’s Feast

An Exotic Meal

Three Choices of Meat: Okapi (Giraffe Family but Smaller)
A Bongo & Saiga (Last Are Variety of Antelope)

Turtle soup

Puffer fish (Fugu) – sushi-mi

Crystal 1988 & 2006

Caviar – Beluga

Makers Mark; Glen Fiddich ; Aquavit ; Welsh whiskey

Grey goose ; Cognac ; Absinthe


Babette’s Feast

The menu responsible for their pleasure features

“Blini Demidoff au Caviar”
(buckwheat cakes with caviar and sour cream);

“Potage la Tortue” (turtle soup); “

Caille en Sarcophage avec Sauce Perigourdine”
(quail in puff pastry shell with foie gras and truffle sauce);
[replaced with the choice of Okapi or Bonobo & prepared accordingly]

“La Salad”
featuring Belgian endive
and walnuts in a vinaigrette;
[altered to taste]

Les Fromages” featuring
Blue Cheese,
and pineapple.

The grand finale dessert is

“Savarin au Rhum avec des Figues et Fruit Glace”
(rum sponge cake with figs and glazed fruits).

Numerous rare wines,
including Clos de Vougeot,

various champagnes [Cristal] and spirits,
complete the menu.

Babette’s purchase of the finest china, flatware, crystal and linens with which to set the table ensures that the luxurious food and drink is served in a style worthy of Babette, who is none other than the famous former Chef of “Café Anglais”. Babette’s previous occupation has been unknown to the sisters until she confides in them after the meal.

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Not to mention the decadence and carelessness of such a menu but it disguised not only the murder of the wild creatures sacrificed but Angela was one of the rare who met her demise. And now we knew part of the picture. Huntington was a mastermind sociopath. What else was he capable of doing if her could cold bloodedly murder his wife without doing a thing except hire the assassins. There had been other attempts on Angela’s life but they never were pulled off successfully. But one murder is enough. But there were more and will be more if Huntington is not stopped.

Sylvia told me she figured out he killed her father Sidney Vincent, the film director. His people did. Her father was going to expose them in a film he was in the process of making during his off time from playing doctor. A bit bipolar was her father. It is what gave him his energy and his madness. Catherine couldn’t deal with his behavior. She turned to CH, Clifford. Yes, she had Sidney infected with the AIDS virus in a strong strain. He was dead in due course.

Sylvia had to be shut up because she found these things out after she died. Her father told her when they met up as ghosts. Those who were murdered were all coming forward. Their deaths were either deemed suicide or accidental deaths.

Madison felt she had to communicate this to the police as quickly as possible before so someone charted for death could be prevented.

What do you make of this Maria? A secret organization which arranges high profile deaths & they cover them up so deeply no one who speaks against the cause of death is believed. They are judged to be the crazy ones imagining the bizarre & weird. Everyone laughs and moves on continually.

Well, I plan on making a run at this one. Even though being in Redcliff might prejudice my case. I will have to have Scottie’s help. First by getting me out of Redcliff. It must be done. It is the only way the ghosts I have met will be set free. Released to go home or reincarnate. They may have had enough of life but maybe not.

That is enough for now. This one’s a whooper.

Ps. I am not crazy nor am I making this whole thing up. Ghosts told me the whole story. As much as they have been able to sort out on their own.

© Madison Taylor 2008

“I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.“ — Alice Walker

Schubert – “Serenade 

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“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

Le Chateau de Rocher - Home to Madison & Scottie   Their Cats & daughter Alison. She has her own place on the estate

Le Chateau de Rocher – Home to Madison & Scottie
Their Cats & daughter Alison. She also has her own place on the estate

play is not just play meryl streep“Pretending is not just play.
Pretending is imagined possibility”
— Meryl Streep

Private Moments #78 – “Traveling Paths In Multiple Directions”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #78:
“Traveling Paths In Multiple Directions”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Monday 8th September 2014
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #78
“Lock Me In Loneliness”
“Traveling Paths Split Multiple Ways”
Painting by Jk McCormack

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

traveling paths split multiple ways (c) jkm 2014

Traveling Paths Split Multiple Ways – Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2009

hands reaching out into rain

“Traveling Paths In Multiple Directions”
By Madison Taylor
3rd March 2009

The soul has a mind
looking for ways to understand
life’s direction
and then comes death
and screws up
all the plans

I dread the thought of dying
my own but more those around me
the ones I love
and would be heartbroken to lose
too many have vanished before
taken by the dark van with windows

at the cold plot
the cemetery
where caskets
are empty
or full
depending on the ashes

ashes over water
floating the rest of eternity
on clouds
of flowing waves
matching the sky blue
and the ground solid

© madison taylor 2009

candle flame flickering gif
Theme to Film: Somewhere in Time – John Barry

Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini – Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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