Film - "The Mountain Between Us"

Mel,

It's true that,
no-one can understand
the trauma that
we went through together,
except the two of us.

And,
me physically walking away from you,
is NOT a NO.

                                                                                             Deeply in love with you,
                                                                                             Sondra 


text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Poem - "Gypsy Goodbye"

Gypsy Goodbye

For Mamma

                                               Memories clear,

                                               Of Mamma dear,

                                               Singing soulful lullabies,

                                               In my ear.

                                               Violins,

                                               And other strings,

                                               She could play,

                                               Almost all, things.

                                               What happened then ?

                                               That London evening, when,

                                               Vanished, they like the smoke.

                                               I do not ken.

                                               Alone I stand, just me,

                                               At the edge, and see,

                                               The field,

                                               So wide, so empty.

                                               "Get the wood!"

                                               Pappa had said, as he stood,

                                               Towering above,

                                               Imposing, cruel, and never good.

                                               So, I had walked away,

                                               The grass did sway,

                                               Searching for sticks,

                                               The fire to lay.

                                               But hard to find,

                                               I began to wind,

                                               Far from camp,

                                               Then I looked behind.

                                               Hunted from our forest home,

                                               Forced to roam,

                                               Our caravans,

                                               In the gloam.

                                               Those of us who had been saved,

                                               And to Mamma, I waved.

                                               She answered me in kind,

                                               Then I braved,

                                               The narrow streets that were paved,

                                               Searching, then waylaid.

                                               Locked in a room,

                                               And there I stayed,

                                               'Til morning light,

                                               Gladdened my sight.

                                               The door was open,

                                               And I made flight.

                                               Alone I stand, just me,

                                               At the edge, and see,

                                               The field,

                                               So wide, so empty.

                                               So I try,

                                               Not to cry,

                                               Mamma ......,

                                               It wasn't, Goodbye.

                                               text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Film - "Three Summers"

Hi Everyone,

This afternoon / evening
I went to the
Sydney Premiere
of the film
"Three Summers",
written and directed by
Ben Elton.

And,
there was a  Q & A  session afterwards
with Ben Elton himself,
and one of the principal actors,
Michael Caton.

It is an engaging film
highlighting the present
socio-political issues
in Australia today.
It makes you laugh
(which can be hard for a film to do)
but is serious too.

Ritz Cinema - Randwick
(Sydney, Australia)

The  Q & A  session
was entertaining in itself !!

And I thoroughly enjoyed both  :)

Ben Elton

Michael Caton

photo of cinema (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Cruel Words

(V)    Violence

(M)    Medical Procedures

Cruel Words

Mel,

Am I remembering ?
Is it something that I heard when I was "dead" lying on the operating table ?

Because I think my father shouted at you,

"YOU KILLED HER ! GET AWAY FROM HER !"

Would that be the case ?

If this is correct,
then after I had died (clinically),
my body was still sensing things,
though I was not consciously aware of anything.

This is not what I want, Mel.

YOU DID NOT KILL ME.

My father sabotaged the air line pipe,
by making a cut in it previously and deliberately.
He's responsible for what happened.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO AWAY FROM ME !!

I think this is a good time to show one of my MRI images,
which depicts the damage done to the front of my brain
by the impact of my father's fist on my forehead
(3 times)
when I was 1 year old,
as punishment for playing the piano.

The indentations in my brain, that were left by his knuckles,
can be clearly seen.
My brain has shrunk backwards away from the impact.
Normally, the brain should sit right up against the skull,
so this is obviously damaged.

The MRI also shows damage from other head injuries,
which I can connect to my father.
So, here is the documentary proof.

(c) Katherine Stuart 2017

I Forgive You

(M)    Medical Procedures

(V)    Violence

I Forgive You, Mel,

for what you did to me.

I know that you did not know, that there was no oxygen 

coming through the air pipe and the oxygen mask 

that you were holding over my nose and mouth,

in the "operation".

Did my father tell you to hold it there, tight ?

He was a frightening and cruel man.

Yes, I did suffocate and die.

My heart stopped.

I don't know for how long.

When I was revived, you were gone.

Maybe they used electric paddles to start my heart again.

I think that's why I have always been lethargic, 

with very shallow breathing.

It makes a person weak and tired, permanently.

And there was no transcendence.

I just blacked out, and that was that.

I'm sorry that you had to see my dead eyes.

It will be a memory that you will never get rid of.

Neither of us knew, that that was going to happen.

If we did, we could both have done something to stop it.

But, it happened.

And we both failed.

I think it's important to understand the context of the situation.

You were 12 or so, I was 6.

We were expected to perform duties

that only trained adults can undertake.

We were bound to fail.

We were not then, and are not now, surgical experts.

You won't be expected to help perform any surgical operation on me again.

My father won't be doing it !! 

And Robyn won't be attending as nurse !

(/This message is intended for Mel Gibson, the Actor, Director etc)

The image is from the film, "Flatliners (2017)"

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017 

In Person

Mel,

I want you to tell me
why you are angry at me,

IN PERSON,

otherwise,

I'M NOT GOING TO LISTEN.




(This message is intended for
Mel Gibson, the Actor / Director etc)

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017 

Angry ??

Mel,

Why are you angry at me ??

Sondra









(This message is intended for Mel Gibson,
the Actor / Director etc)

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Missing You, Mel

I'm missing you, Mel .......

You know what I mean ........









(This message is intended for Mel Gibson,
the Actor / Director etc)

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Animation Program

Mel,

I'm still working on this
computer program
to teach people
the basic concepts
of digital animation  :)

I'm still working on the maths
for plotting points of a circle
on the co-ordinate plane.
I need this for making shapes
which can be stamped,
as opposed to drawn.

I'll be working on this for quite a while, yet !!

It's fun !


(c) Katherine Stuart 2017
Dochas Books Film

Film - "Gifted"

Mel,

Another reason why I love you deeply,
is because you fought to save
the animals,
including my favourite ginger cat.

So, not only do you care deeply
about all of your children,
you also care deeply
about all of our animals.

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Alone

Mel,
I don't want to be alone anymore, either  

(This message is intended for Mel Gibson,

the Actor / Director etc)

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Father's Day

 Mel,

Happy Australian Father's Day,
for tomorrow
(Sunday 3 September)  !!








I know you care deeply
about all your children.

Loving you deeply for this.

 





Acknowledging and celebrating
your role.



Sondra





(This message is intended for Mel Gibson,
Actor/Director etc)

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Film - "Terminator 2" in 3D

Last night ( Sun 20 Aug 2017),
I went to the Sydney Premiere,
of "Terminator 2 - Judgment Day 3D"
at the Ritz Cinema.

There was an introductory Q & A,
with James Cameron,
in a previously recorded Berlin session.
And also,
a specially pre-recorded welcome
from James to our audience at the Ritz !

Seeing the film in 3D,
certainly makes a greater impact,
as I've also seen it in 2D.

Here are some highlights from the night  :)

The Ritz Cinema lighting up
after sunset.

Announcing !!

A more modern version
of the bike used in the film.

This was available
for anyone to sit on,
and to take a photo of themselves.

The Red Carpet.

Waiting for it to start !!

There was a competition
for the best costume
if anyone had dressed up
in character,
and it went to a guy
wearing a silver mask
reminiscent of the
Terminator who was after
John Connor.




(c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Mel, EAT !!

Mel, you need to EAT !!

I CAN'T EAT FOR YOU !!

You are BREAKING ME,
FINANCIALLY !!

I'm only on government assistance  :(
I CAN'T AFFORD TO EAT FOR YOU.


text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Xandra's Game (10)

(SN)    Supernatural Themes

The Triad

Slowly, I put the big biscuit back into my satchel.

Then suddenly, a strong wave of uncomfortable energy passed through me.
"Why do I feel like my throat has just been cut ?" I thought.
Reeling inside from the impact,
I was aware of the deep hole behind me.
Standing strong, I stood as still as I could as the ledge was narrow.
I did not want to fall backwards.
"Been there, done that !!" I exclaimed, silently to myself.

Running away from this situation, I realised,
was not the answer.

Slowly taking out my written work, I  pondered,
"The answer lies in this maths problem."
When, all of a sudden,
the orc appeared behind Corinne, the Witch, and her two friends !!

Surprised by the suddeness, but not surprised that he was there,
I turned to my left to look at the man in leather.
When, I noticed that he was wearing a medallion around his neck.
At that moment,
a rumble emanated through the surrounding rock,
passing a deep vibration through the area and myself included.
It was then that I realised,
that the hole was in fact the cone of an extinct volcano,
and that was why there was iron oxide rock in and around it.
Maybe it wasn't so extinct !!

The man in leather and I exchanged looks,
and a deep unspoken communication.

Turning back to face the Stargate,
I saw that another figure had appeared, behind the orc.
"Is that......?" I thought, focusing my vision.
Immediately, the woman turned her back on me, under my gaze.
A moment later, she decided to turn back again
I looked again.
"Yes...... it is !!" I decided.
It was a woman who had been staying at Herdwick Manor,
whom I had made a dress for.
She looked every bit, the Witch.
Old, ugly, short,
and dressed all in black,
with a wide brimmed hat, waisted short coat, and pants like a man !!


text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Sydney Observatory

Today I went to see the Sydney Observatory
(Sydney, Australia).

It was an afternoon well spent,
having a look at all the displays.

I find all the old equipment and methods,
for telling the time
and finding latitude and longitude for travel,
by the stars, fascinating.

There were also displays
on measuring the weather,
which was done at the observatory as well.

It was all extremely interesting.

Here is a telescope in the South Dome.


















(c) Katherine Stuart 2017

The Monster

Mel,

after watching the film,
"A Monster Calls"
on the weekend,
I should say this  -

That I have always understood
your feelings.

But, you have to stop running away,
when a piece of equipment
                                                                                           breaks down............


text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

MS Paint

How good  is the
Microsoft program "MS Paint"  !!

(Included in the Windows 7 computer
Operating System )

I know that I'm behind the times,
and I'm only learning these things now,
but I spent the afternoon
making this picture.

It would seem that images can be created
for animation and game backgrounds.
I will have to investigate this further !!






(c) Katherine Stuart 2017
Dochas Books Film

Xandra's Game (9)

(SN)    Supernatural Themes

"Spiders !!"

Curious, I wandered over to the Stargate, which was now covered in a layer of snow.

Was it open or not ??

From what I'd been told,

a Stargate was open to another world,

when its round surface appeared as a rippling pool of water,

and it was closed to another world,

when you could see and walk through the round surface

to the normal area of the world that you were in at present.

Well, the round surface did not appear as a rippling pool of water,

so it must be closed.

Then that tunnel that I could see through it,

must be the tunnel in my world at present.

So, I carefully went up to it,

and put my hand up to the area of the round surface.

To my surprise,

it felt hard like glass, but was not glass,

and the harder I pushed, the harder it pushed back.

I couldn't get through !!

By what I knew,

that didn't seem to be the normal way.

"How odd," I thought.

Musing on this, I turned to my left, around to face the other way,

and saw a man all dressed in leather,

standing, a way up further along the left hand ledge from the Stargate.

He was turned, motionless, looking away from and askance at me. 

Surprised but not alarmed, 

I turned slightly back around to my right,

and slowly pulled out a package of food from my satchel, 

that was slung around my neck and over my shoulder.

Sensing something,

I turned to face the Stargate,

and saw a reflection of myself in it !!

Was that me ??

"Nooo !!" I realised, "It's Corinne, the Witch !!"

Had she seen me ??

Did she appear, because she could smell the food ??

She turned to look towards her right,

where I saw two of her school companions.

In a momentary flash,

I perceived their true shapes as spiders !!

Could they get through the Stargate , or were they blocked like I was ............. ??

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Xandra's Game (8)

(S)    Sexual References

"Full Circle - Reflections"

Sitting still in my spot, I pulled my coat tighter around me against the chilled air.

Stargates didn't stay open for long, did they ? I had heard.

Well, I was slow in a way, maybe from my past injuries,

so, I could not rush my decision as to what to do.

If the Stargate closed soon, I would have to let it happen.

I didn't know much about them, or how to open them.

It didn't help that Rose could action ahead of time itself.

That was her special ability, and maybe it was necessary for control of the Stargate.

I couldn't.

Considering where I knew they had gone the last time,

I hesitated.

I didn't want to go through that again.

And, considering, that the orc had followed them in,

that was dangerous. How could I help them !?

I thought that I had recognised him !!

He was in human disguise, 

and he was "the gentlemen who had stayed upstairs at Herdwick Manor" !!

He had also pretended to be an English Literature teacher,

at the Ladies' School that we had attended !!

We had quickly realised that he was no such thing,

as his ideas were very disturbing,

not human-like at all.

And "Corinne the Witch" had also been one of the girls at the school.

I just wonder if she was behind what Julianne did to me,

I could have died down there in this hole.

Maybe that was Corinne's plan.

It was said that I was the one who had tried to kill myself !!

When it was all of us, trying to stop Julianne.

But it was all a ploy, wasn't it !!

Back in this place where it all began,

this was the start of Corinne's campaign against me, wasn't it !!

And all because, I had spurned her sexual advances towards me.

But, that's because I'm straight.

And, I also don't like Corinne as a person.

So Corinne, you Witch, still,

"I DON'T, WANT YOU !!"

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Corinne the Witch #5

                                            (D)    Drug References

                                            (H)    Horror

                                            (S)    Sexual References and Sex Scene

                                            (V)    Violence

                                            (M)    Medical Procedures

The Nightmare

Soon after I was locked up in my room, the nightmare began.

I was given a hot drink of sweetened milk at night,

to help me sleep, I was told.

Little did I know, that the sweetener masked the sour taste of a drug,

which slipped me into semi unconsciousness.

Though drowsy, I did register things that were going on,

but they took on the premise of a nightmare.

When they were sure that I was under the influence,

they came in through a secret entrance in the back of the fireplace,

rolled me onto a canvas stretcher,

and took me through that secret entrance, into the secret passage behind.

Slipping in and out of consciousness, I awoke to a true horror.

Underground, there was a dungeon of sorts.

Here, I was subjected to all manner of sexual abuse and cruelty.

Those perpetrating the abuse, wore brown habits as if they were monks,

with hoods, to mask their identity.

But I could tell that they were members of the family household.

And here, I witnessed the same being done to others, including, I despaired,

my precious school friends who had been kidnapped at The Pinnacles.

Terrible cruelty was enacted upon them, and I was powerless to stop it.

The hatred of the abusers knew no bounds.

And of course Corinne was there, reveling in, and enacting the abuse !! 

Among the many things she did, was, 

she was implanted with a set of twins, most possibly at her insistence, 

by "the gentleman" who had been staying upstairs at the manor,

that I had conceived, another boy and girl, but yet foetal in form.

She became their surrogate mother.

I am so happy to say, 

that I helped to save them both from her and her accomplices !!

On one occasion, a group of the abusers, a few men,

took me up from the dungeon, through a church and up into the tower.

There they had a sex party at my expense, under the bells.

Then, when they were done,

they pushed me out from the top of the tower,

so that I fell to the ground many feet below, injuring my hip, and who knows what else.

It was the dead of night, but when I looked back at the building, 

I could see that it was Tavistock Church.

Three long years I was locked in my room, and three long years this abuse continued.

Until a kindly soul who worked at the manor, stood up for me and said enough was enough,

so they had to let me out.

To all my children who were born before this, during this, and after this,

and who were all cruelly taken from me,

you all belong to me, and I love you dearly.

And Corinne, you Witch,

my man wants ME, and,

"HE DOESN'T, WANT YOU !!"

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Corinne the Witch #4

(V)    Violence

My Two Little Dandelions

So, they were very angry about me saving my little boy.

So much so, that when I was sent back to the manor,

I couldn't walk and was in a wheelchair for a long time.

I suppose, they were even more angry, 

because I had enlisted the help of a very kind nursing sister to carry my babies.

We escaped out of the asylum, and down to the Plymouth docks,

where my adopted father had his shipping-line offices.

I was hoping that Francis Jnr would be there, as he did work with his father's ships.

But he wasn't, and the asylum staff were hot on our heels, catching up with us quickly.

"Nooo!!" I cried, "I don't want to go back!" pulling back away from their tight grasp.

But no-one would intervene to stop them, so they took us back and punished us.

They told me that my children were dead.

After seeing what the cruel nurse did to my little boy, I had no reason not to believe them.

But, they weren't.

Terribly injured and grief stricken, I sat in the wheelchair for so long, 

in a back room at the manor that they had relocated me to,

with bars on the window, and a door that was kept locked.

But, I recovered.

To my two little ones, 

if that was you both who were brought to visit me,

my heart goes out to both of you,

because now I know the truth.

(c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Corinne the Witch #3

(V)    Violence

(S)    Sexual References

In the Asylum

The asylum was run by a religious order, but there were also lay staff there. 

Some were kind, but those in control were cruel.

Terrible atrocities were done by them, to myself and the other inmates.

Their sexual abuse of us was rampant.

A female imposter inmate carved her name in my forearm, with a sharp knife.

Parts of my brain were cut out, and I was given electric shocks,

by "the gentleman" who had been staying upstairs at Herdwick Manor.

And I have no doubt that Corinne was actively involved.

But, the worst for me was this  -

A month or so, after entering the asylum,

I gave birth to two beautiful little babies, one boy and one girl.

The staff left them in the room with me.

But, they had heavily sedated me with some drug,

which left me conscious, but barely able to move.

During the night,

a certain, particularly cruel nursing sister came into the room.

In the pale light, I saw her take the blanket that was wrapped around my little boy,

and she smothered him with it, dead, then left the room.

Well, no drugs were going to hold be back from saving him.

I fought those drugs, no matter how hard it was to get up from that bed.

I went over to him and seeing his lifeless body, frantically tried to think of what to do.

Then I automatically bent down and gave him mouth to mouth resuscitation,

something that was not yet known in that world.

With overwhelming relief, I saw that he started to breathe again.

My little boy was alive !!

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Corinne the Witch #2

(V)    Violence

(S)    Sex Scene

Attacked !!

Sometime later, I was asleep in bed one night, amongst the red drapery,
when something woke me.
It was the sound or movement, of someone slipping out from under my bed !

I'd been lying on my back, but instinctively rolled to the left,
as my pair of open dressmaker's shears came down upon me,
from Mary-Ann's silhouette, framed against the moonlight from my window,
one side digging into my right elbow, the other grazing along my right hip.

I screamed !!

But thank goodness she had missed my abdomen !!
As I was heavily pregnant with Francis Jnr's child.

I scrambled across the bed to get off it on the left side.
Edward ran into the room, and she stabbed him in the left shoulder with the shears.
There was mayhem, and others entered the room.
I was grabbed, and Mary-Ann pretended innocence.
It was said that I had gone mad and tried to kill my baby, and Edward.
And I was sent to the Plymouth asylum.

Reflecting back on this,
earlier on that day, after lunch, when I'd finished work in the kitchen,
I had gone up to my room, opening the door,
to find Corinne lying on her back on my bed,
with one of the boys deeply inside her, in the middle of having sex.
Shocked, I had closed the door,
and gone to sit on the stairs until they had finished.

I now realise, that Mary-Ann was sweet on that boy.
And Corinne must have kissed him at my window,
where Mary-Anne could see from the garden below,
having been led out there by Corinne's accomplice,
and thought it was me !!

Well, no more I was Mary-Ann's friend !! I decided there and then.
She had shown her true colours !!
And Corinne was becoming more hateful and evil every day.


text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017
                                                               

Corinne the Witch

(H)    Horror

Corrine the Witch

Let me tell you a story,

Not of past glory,

Of a girl named Corinne,

With great evil within.

So the story goes  -

I was in the kitchen, late, cleaning up, as I was a scullery maid, 

and the last to leave for the night, when Corrine came in.

She went to the griddle iron over the fire, and put something on it.

"Cook this lamb's fry, for the gentleman staying upstairs. He wants some supper !"

she snapped.

I went over to see, but that did not look like lamb's fry to me.

Opening my eyes wide, I said, "No !"

"Oh my goodness," I thought, nearly fainting from horror, and backing away from her.

"It's a human foetus ! It's from Corinne. She's deliberately miscarried it !"

text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

Green Light

GREEN LIGHT,    Mel      :)









text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017

The 2 Mona Lisa's

Right -
The painting that everyone knows.

Left -
The painting that
lies beneath,
discover-ed by
the French scientist,
Pascal Cotte.

It has been suggested that these are two different women.

I think that it would be obvious that it is the same woman, most likely Lisa del Giocondo,
but that she has sat for the artist, Leonardo da Vinci, on two occasions.
Once when she was relatively young,
and the second time, when she was of more mature age.
The second time being when Leonardo opted for reworking the first painting,
in order to "update" it.

So, Mel,
do think there is a family resemblance ?

I don't usually mention
that I have Italian forebears,
as I identify as Gaelic,
but in this instance,
my family line may well be linked.











text (c) Katherine Stuart 2017