“Water” – A Short Film

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“Water”

 A Short Film

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Wednesday 15th October 2014

 

I <3 Short Films. i <3 water. i <3 waterfalls. i <3 rivers lakes streams. i <3 the oceans. i <3 waves crashing or tumbling onto the shore smoothing the sand.

“water” is a unique short film. approaching “water” inside its own world.

water is free. feel its freedom. its mysterious magical essence. water is a miracle. water washing over you. cleansing your body & soul. ridding your body of poisonous toxins. renewing you to a pristine state.

here, i give to you, “water”

Water - Morgan Maassen

An intriguing and not often seen view point with Water.

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I <3 Short FILMS

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

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
Not Suitable For Children.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
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.

M E N U

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

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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,
papaya,
figs,
grapes
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.
Night,
Madison

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 #83 “To the Light Shining “

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Private Moments #
“To the Light Shining “
Poem by Jennifer Kiley

Post 13th October 2014
Poem Private Writings: Chapter #83
“Blue Dreams” by jkm
 

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

blue dreams (c) jkm

blue dreams (c) jkm

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“To the Light Shining ”
By Madison Taylor
7th April 2009

To the light shining
the phantom ghosts gliding
streaming
beaming
knowing time is nigh
night filled with darkness

dreaming
waking the dead
to meet their destiny
the truth
in words
will be spoken

questions will be asked
the guilty will arise
facing
defacing
lies with memories still alive
now is time for the knowing

be prepared
don’t be scared
unless lies you tell
bear on these proceedings
turning death
to live again

© jkm

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

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“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

So You Want To Be A Writer

a writer's word polished or raw

“So You Want To Be A Writer

Written by Charles Bukowski

Post Sunday 12th October 2014

Created by Jennifer Kiley

So You Want To Be A Writer - Charles Bukowski – Read by Tom Bedlam

“so you want to be a writer”

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.

if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

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Charles Bukowski on Writing

Dragon Eggs in Your Basket …

the secret keeper:

The Dragon is an important part of the make up of the world. Their eggs are important & need protection in order that they yield a new genration of dragons. It is the Month of the Dragon. Learn more by following this reblog back to its origins. <3 jkm

Originally posted on MacKENZIE's Dragon's Nest:

It is a busy week here at WAFDE. Fire Safety Drills are a daily activity, Frost Dragons have been coming in from across the globe to confab about the alarming rate of polar meltage, and, with one day to go in the Falcor Fest, the Luck Dragons are feeling just a little under-mentioned (something which will be rectified tomorrow – sorry, Falcor!).

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For today, we are putting the shell before the scale. It’s World Egg Day. Time to think about nest and incubation and the glorious fiery miracle of coming shell crackling!

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It is also a time to give a huge shout out to those fortunate Dragonkeepers who have had the rare fortune to find eggs in the wild and nurture them to hatching. There is always a degree of sadness involved in such instances – an abandoned clutch means a lost Queen which is a tragedy of draconic proportions…

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“The Tree of Life” A Short Film [Music]

creative musings [dragon]
The Tree of Life

A Short Film

[Poetic Music Lyrics]

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 11th October 2014

Extremely moving video of music & visual imagery from the film “The Tree of Life” with Jessica Chastain, Brad Pitt & Sean Penn.

The song lyrics that follow are from Jose Gonzales.

The song is beautifully done & fits perfectly with the visualizations. <3 jkm

The Tree of Life | Stay Alive | Jose Gonzales | Adrian Conlon – Editor

Stay Alive
by Jose Gonzales

There’s a rhythm in rush these days
Where the lights don’t move and the colors don’t fade
Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams
In a world gone shallow
In a world gone lean

Sometimes there’s things a man cannot know
Gears won’t turn and the leaves won’t grow
There’s no place to run and no gasoline
Engine won’t turn
And the train won’t leave

Engines won’t turn and the train won’t leave

I will stay with you tonight
Hold you close ’til the morning light
In the morning watch a new day rise
We’ll do whatever just to stay alive
We’ll do whatever just to stay alive

Well the way I feel is the way I write
It isn’t like the thoughts of the man who lies
There is a truth and it’s on our side
Dawn is coming
Open your eyes
Look into the sun as the new days rise

And I will wait for you tonight
You’re here forever and you’re by my side
I’ve been waiting all my life
To feel your heart as it’s keeping time
We’ll do whatever just to stay alive

Dawn is coming
Open your eyes
Dawn is coming
Open your eyes
Dawn is coming
Open your eyes
Dawn is coming
Open your eyes

Look into the sun as the new days rise
There’s a rhythm in rush these days
Where the lights don’t move and the colors don’t fade
Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams
In a world gone shallow
In a world gone lean

But there is a truth and it’s on our side
Dawn is coming open your eyes
Look into the sun as a new days rise

sun moon stars

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I <3 SHORT FILMS