Mysterious Murder of Marilyn Monroe Page 9

  “I stink!” she said to herself.

  “You sound like a school girl!”

  “Ha, ha, ha! Look at what I became.”

  “What?” he laughed back at her.

  “A schoolgirl?”

  “Oh, man!” Now he had really thrown her right from the higher level of the tallest skyline, right at the top of the highest building of New York City, a title which is now back to the Empire State.

  She had just felt like being crashed and smashed her skull right there on the sidewalk. And here it came, another word and she felt like a truck had split her up into two pitiful pieces of shit.

  “I weep as I whip myself up.” She thought; then she calmed down.

  “Yeah, yeah, I am like a child right now. What can I do to get this ecstasy out of my body? Bad girl!”

  “Shame on you!”

  That is still she saying all that to herself, and beating her up, just to shake her out of her shame and back to her senses.

  “But since you got my man, I became a child eager to be taught how to live again all by myself.”

  “I’m so sorry!” she said instead. “I do not know what is happening with me.” She said so, sobbing a little, and then weeping like a crow. And she continued to drag.

  “I think that I am just too stressed out and I needed to talk to someone. I am so ashamed. I am so sorry!”

  Oh, did she say the forbidden word for all métiers: “Sorry?”

  Since she had watched the movie Love Story she had put into practice that special advice that Ryan O’Neil, playing that mixed of sweet/sour character Brian, gave to his father.

  “To love is to never say I am sorry!” Well, he didn’t say that. But at least that is what she heard from her heart. He whispered over the phone instead.

  “I do remember you like coffee. So why don’t you come over one day and we have a nice cup of coffee.”

  “Cup of coffee sounds great. Besides you owe me that a long time ago. I am still waiting and the coffee is getting cold.”

  “Maybe coffee doesn’t sound like a crazy idea, after all. Maybe this way I can wake up from this bad dream and smell the coffee.”

  Later that day, Christie went to the prison. There where he lied, her once loved now hated, now loved again Dawson. There he sadly waits for her. She looked at him, and he looked so pale.

  He didn’t say much. She kept questioning him about the whole stuff. He pretends he cannot hear her.

  She quit. When she was about to leave, he calls her, softly.

  “Christie,” he says. “Would come over here for a sec? I’d like to say something.”

  “Oh, finally!” she said.

  “Just one thing...” he touches her ear and spread his three most favorite words that he used to tell her every time she looked mad. And that would be the very last time that it would come out of his mouth and that she had just read inside his head: “I love you!”

  She slapped his face. He looks at her even more perplexed.

  “How dare you say that you love me? Do you know how much I have been suffering all these months?”

  “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t say anything to spare you of suffering, and look what happened?” He starts to cry.

  She grabbed his head, looked deep inside his beautiful deep dark eyes, and she looked at him as if he was not made of flesh and blood, as if he was only a spectrum of that man who she once knew.

  “That is okay!” she said, almost whispering. “I will try to get you out of here. I don’t know. I am going to call my brother, and see what he can do about that.”

  He stopped crying and he dried his tears with the tip of his sleeves.

  “I just have one more question to you, and I promise I will leave...” She turned her back, as she dried a tear or two coming down her eyes, and she faced back at him. She completely tried to disguise her own exasperation.

  “What exactly happened that night? What about the girl?”

  “She was a girl from Colombia. I didn’t know her. She was there to bring more drugs to the people there...”

  “And the guy you kissed, you said, darn, draw, or you meant Daw? Was that a boyfriend of yours that I didn’t know?

  “You seem more like a Pandora’s Box full of astounding surprises: the more we shake it the more we take it.”

  “Which boy?”

  “The boy who kissed me and then you kissed him... I was high, but I saw the whole thing... I mean, scene, didn’t you know that?”

  “Oh, man! You might have misunderstood...He was no boyfriend, sweetie. He was just a man there I was trying to save...”

  Well, at least that is what she wanted him to believe. Oh rather that's what she was trying to make him believe first and foremost.

  “He was having troubles as he was unable to breath. I think he got too much smoke in his lungs. And then, I was there trying to make mouth-to-mouth breathing... See, baby, you´ve got that all wrong!”

  “And it seems that another guy, who later I found out, was an undercover agent was doing exactly the same first aid procedure on you.”

  “All right, then. I will call my half-bro and see what he can do about that, ok?”

  “Thanks, sweetie!”

  She was leaving the room but before that she turned her back to take a last look at him; he pointed at his heart, and said in a wordless way like he always did to her.

  “You will be always in my heart”

  Two days have passed since she visited Dawson into prison. She couldn’t get any sleep ever since. She went to the drugstore to get some aspirins. As she drove back home she found a place at the Walnut Street where there was written in neon lights: “Psychic READINGS for five dollars”.

  She definitely needed that right now. Five dollars, to pay the meter... But then she remembered that she had some coins left in her purse, so she decided to give it a try and get a reading.

  “Who knows what I could find out about this case...” she said to herself.

  A woman in her early fifties and a red turban on her head came to her aid with a smile that showed all her teeth made of gold.

  “May I help you?” She finally said revealing a chain worth a million dollars.

  “I hope so!” She said

  She looked at her as if she had seen her before.

  “Yes, I know. It is about your boyfriend and that night when you saw that black cat.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I know everything about it. Don’t need to tell me. It is already here” and she touched Christie in her forehead. “It is written right there in your mind. Girl, you’ve got some issues in your heart too. Let me see your hand.”

  She extended her arm and let her hand being open by the gypsy lady who stared at her with hypnotic eyes. She let her read her palm. But instead the woman just looked at her eyes. And she did that with no hesitation.

  “I see a black cloud in your eyes, like a hole of a dark tunnel.”

  Christie had a smirk; she couldn´t bear being so bare in front of that woman who tried to strip her off like a banana. And she took a step back.

  “Anything that is not lived becomes to you like a devil.” She spells out like a curse.

  She took her hand off of her reach. Christie shook he whole body nervously.

  “I don’t know. Maybe I came to the wrong place. I am not so sure about that. I think it was not a good idea to come here after all...sorry! Good-bye!” And she went her way to the door to leave as fast as she could.

  She looked outside the window. The leaves of the fall ran with the wind, and a twister was created with the circle of a stone, or more like a rock, dancing in the middle of the streets.

  The sun embraced the sidewalks in a calm and lucid kiss.

  Christie was about to leave when the woman stopped her.

  “Wait!”

  “What?” Christie took her hand off the door handle.

  The gypsy pointed her index finger which seemed to have an implante
d red nail, so big it looked like a huge stream of blood right at her heart; she did touch Christie´s blouse, even after she had turned back to the door.

  “I'm going to give you a tip and this will be for free: Take a nice look at your heart, and then you can find the answer.”

  “It is in there that all the answers that you´ve been so eagerly seeking can be found.”

  “Oh, man! I really have to get going. This was not indeed the right place. What a fiasco that this all have been. She´s so fake! This woman knows no tiny thing... “

  “Before you leave, just know that there is no wrong place to go. They are always right in the time that they are supposed to happen.”

  Christie gets into her car that she had parked just beside the shop where she left Stephanie. She had gone to her friend’s house and she drove to the detective´s office. She really needed some things to be explained to her. And there was no psychic who could let the words out for her. She didn’t get it all, why it all happens the way they do, with no clues about the whole situation that seemed unbearable now more than ever.

  Then she decided to ask the detective some questions now. She was tired of just having to give him answers. It was her turn to inquiry. She felt definitely going in the right path, as she had decided that it was time for him to reveal himself and answer her about things that has been bothering her. And she needed to clear things out.

  On the way to the office, a black cat crossed the street just in front of her. It looked directly at her eyes, like saying, “I do know you, I met you before.” Then, it ran as if it was scared by something.

  She went for the meeting with the detective. She started to ask him questions, about the girl, and especially about her boyfriend.

  “Don’t you know? Nobody informed you?” He asked her, after all her talking and no responses.

  She had her heart bouncing from one side to the other. The day was already full of surprises for her. The sun was hot, unusual for the end of November, and the blue sky melted with the white clouds.

  “A coffee-shop hacker used a side-channel signal to attack computers. And researchers found the strongest signals came from computers operations that had their processors access off-chip memory.”

  “Could you put it in blunt English, please?” she said.

  “Your computer was hacked...”

  “How come?” Her heart was pounding out of her chest.

  “The criminals, who they later found out were teenagers, broke into the Department of Defense and used your data to crash into the military organizations. They had stolen Top Secret US government files.”

  7

  SPIRITUAL ALZHEIMER

  Robin Williams’ interview with David Letterman at the Late Show on November 30, 2009 about Rio winning as the 2014 City Host of the World Cup over Chicago created a fuss, at least in Rio. The comments were terrible indeed. After all “50 strippers and a pound of blow” to compete with Michelle Obama and Oprah wouldn´t buy a thing, and wouldn´t do FIFA any good, not even give a laugh out of it. But it surely enough cost him his life! He became so depressed of having to apologize about it and his apologetic words didn´t have any effect after all.

  Some strange coincidences in Robin Williams death though. His death on August 11, 2014 in a full moon had people perplexed. Two days later, day 13 and the candidate for the Presidential Elections in Brazil, Eduardo Campos died on a plane crash, at 13:13 (i.e. one pm and thirteen minutes; in Brazil we use to count time in a round until 23:59 to then go back to zero). Again some considered it a well planned plane “Accident”.

  The British BBC3 channel was shocked when they heard about Williams´ death since they had just aired an episode of the American adult animated sitcom Family Guy showing him in many facets, and then in the end he is so overwhelmed by all his personae that he tried to kill himself.

  In the movie What Dreams May Come where the character who played his wife had committed suicide he goes to the doors of hell to go try finding her. Then when he did die he encounters his heavenly friend saying to him, “what´s the point of living until you are sixty “free” for eternity”.

  He died at sixty-three.

  No wonder he was a controlled man. In the movie Bicentennial Man he was a robot, in Hook off the hook he was Peter Pan, a man who didn´t want to grow up, and in Aladdin he was a slave genius, but then there he finally got his freedom, although he was so happy that he didn´t know what to do with it at first.

  A cartoon showing him as many characters, manipulating him to the bones, blowing his mind up, all that sounds like a creepy satirical way of making someone want to dig a hole and bury himself on it. But more manipulating than that it was to make a whole story happening before it did actually happen and showing it off in our faces.

  There is an episode from The Simpsons which aired where they predicted that Germany would win the World Cup in Brazil, after Homer Simpson as the judge of the last game didn´t comply with the organized crime that tried to manipulate him into making Brazil win. So it was still March when they aired it saying that Germany would become the champion over Brazil, overshadowing so many years of glory for Brazilian craziness for soccer. And then they depicted the whole cheerful spectators in Brazil.

  “They never saw Brazilians so depressed!” the narrator says.

  So if that´s not mind blowing, that´s no coincidence. It´s just to show how much a manipulative scheme is made simply to demoralize an entire nation. And sure they did. If you notice the frowned face President Dilma Rousseff made while near German Chancellor Angela Merkel who in turn had a big smile over her face before the game was on and won, you would know what I mean. Dilma already knew that the game was lost. And that was even before it had begun. That´s called match manipulation in favor of a marketing plan.

  A big scheme was made and ADIDAS was the target. It was just so that the brand would be engraved in our brains while we watched the whole thing.

  There is a corruption going on a global scale. But then again, some can even blame the Indians (the Germans chose to stay with the Natives from the Pataxo tribe, in an isolated patch in Bahia). And one can only guess that was due to the place and its magical effect, and the Indians giving herbs to the German team so that they would be so powerful to win the World Cup. And sure indeed they were incredible... Bravos!

  And there is so much more in this than meets the eyes. The only one place where you are as safe as hell (or Nirvana) is in your third eye, or while you can be in a deep sleep.

  But even in your dreams you may be manipulated by all things mundane, from the external excitements, as it may well show up for you.

  If you dream of a train crash and you have seen a movie about it some days earlier, then your mind has been manipulated. But if you happen to dream of a kidnap (which I did a couple of days ago) and you wake up and watch in the news the very same morning that we were in this nightmare and at the same time that when you were dreaming about the kidnapping there was really happening a kidnap in your own city, so close to you, you may not have been dreaming that after all, but this could easily be a case of a lucid dream or you were having an astral projection.

  But then if you dream of a plane crash and that happens some days later, this might well be a premonition. Thus to be certain the only place where you may well be one hundred percent sure you are who you are with no influence from other parties whatsoever is in your third eye. The inner eye in your brow works as a self God and it sees everything, that´s the only safe realm where no one can touch your mind, but you.

  Movies are made to be mind controlling. Movies created as dreams such as George Melies did, the first and maybe the only one who made it his own illusion to become a way of freedom from mind controlling.

  The knowledge of Hitler´s use of propaganda to manipulate, mobilize and elate the masses is wide spread. And he also used movies to create a mass emotion, commotion and devotion from people. And so did America in the awakening of the Industrial civilization.

 
Facebook studies of behavior reached to the point of having them declaring that they did manipulate information; they messed up with their data and omit others in people profile´s timelines just to see what would be their reactions towards good and bad news.

  Facebook manipulates masses. Period.

  FIFA manipulated masses. Period.

  They are all weapons of mass distraction. But if you see in another point of view they pretty much signify a lack of judgment from our parts. Because honestly thinking in a clear way we are the ones who can control what we see and what we do, and if you are willing to be manipulated so easily like this that should be your problem. The problem is that now there are even some conspiracy theorists (or terrorists?) saying that they are putting Fluoride in our water supplies because Fluoride is supposed to debilitate the pineal gland, the one located in our third eye and responsible for a spiritual response. They supposedly shut down any possibility for our spiritual awakening. And by them, I mean, who specifically? Have we been all drinking too much fluoride that scientists say it´s good for your teeth but in the end that´s all planned to kill any evolutionary state in order for us to keep being dumb? What we should fight against is a virus that spreads too rapidly. And I´m not talking about Ebola in Africa or the avian flu that´s back in China and had already menaced the West. It´s “the virus of stupidity” just to quote David Letterman in his recent program where he was showing some videos to the style of America´s Funniest Home Videos reality TV programs. Those are the Weapons of Self-Destruction.

  Back on quoting the super fantastic comedian Robin Williams in his movies, a Goodreads group made me think of a movie not yet been mentioned there, The Final Cut. As I stated there, I know it was not his best film, and it features not his best asset which is his comic way, when he plays the best characters.

  But I guess he couldn´t help portray a bit of a dark humor in a particular saying, that makes now people who are fans of the movie and the actor wonder if it was in the script or if he added that line (like a deadline) with a bit of pepper.