THE BRITISH INVASION BLOG

 Because I was a child when we got 'engaged' in some kind of ritual...  Because my mother did all the arranging... Because it was a secret...  Because my dad probably opposed it... Because the doctors wiped my memory... Because my mother was much closer to his ideal woman and I was just a miniature version of her... Because at 14 I was quite immature even for my age... Because no one thought to ask me... Because in the fairy tales the princess generally keeps her mouth shut but I disobeyed the rule and had to be silenced... Because the event was so traumatic I split off and created an alter that remembered past lives while blanking out this one... It was a classic Double Bind situation where what was said contradicted what I knew to be real. " a psychological predicament in which a person receives from a single source conflicting messages that allow no appropriate response to be made"

When I came across this video in 2020   https://youtu.be/tp5onz4dW04 It's a precise depiction of our summers in Canada in the early 60s. The scenery, the people, the corn roasts, the wharf, the church suppers, the clothing and hairstyles. The lyrics... are exactly the conversation that we would have had, if there had been a conversation. But others did all the talking apparently and the girl was not included. No one thought to ask her if she knew their plan for her.  Without a doubt this is the craziest thing I ever heard of, but it happened.  In Mohawk there is no word for "I apologize" -- there is only "I will make this right." If I had known, I would have got down to business and making it right. But (as I have explained) they made it impossible for me to know anything. Too many cooks spoil the soup 😋

You can add your name in the comments. Or remain anonymous. I'm not sharing the link with anyone. I'm writing this for the purpose of self-discovery. And to make peace with my ancestors. That's the best I can hope for. I'm also doing it to repair broken or damaged relationships with everyone affected by the catastrophic decisions of the past. Most of the time we just go along with what we're told to do. I am trying to become conscious of my own role in this story.  It's not so simple. I was given a choice before I was even aware of the stakes. "True character is revealed by choices made under pressure." -- Robert McKee In my case, the choice had repercussions far beyond anything I could have imagined. 

I  befriended a new old Greek word: Anamnesis: or Recovered memory A teachable moment  together with the Mohawk  Gayanashagowa or Great Law of Peace

I admit to not buying or paying much attention to this album in 2005 when it appeared. I was attempting to salvage my life by moving to Greece as an old lady in my 50s. In light of what I now know, I realize I should have listened more carefully. But lacking knowledge of the real background, I would not have understood what Mick was going through - or at least I wouldnt have connected his pain to me.  I'm not the girl (s) in these songs - but "Laugh, I thought I'd die" has a special resonance today. Everyone in this story is a victim. We all walk the streets of love in a daze of misunderstanding.  When I was 26 someone - Ken Hertz, a survivor of childhood Experiments at McGill -- took me to New York for my birthday. We spent the weekend there - it was early April, cold and rainy. It was supposed to be a "life changing experience" for me - that's how it was presented by the friend who insisted on paying for my trip. It was so out of character of him that ...

  Happy Birthday, Mick!

July 25, 2022 Dear Ann, Your beloved Rolling Stones are supporting NATO. Surely you must have known that they would after they supported the lockdown, etc.? Check your twitter account.  Max Blumenthal on Twitter: "“You can’t always get US boots on the ground, but if you try sometimes, you just might get $40 billion in military aid”" / Twitter It's so sad what's happened to you since 2019 & you listened to my podcast with Jasun Horsley and decided you thought it was a good idea to tack on parts of my life story (being in London's music scene at age 12) to your MK Ultra narrative. What's happened to me in the meantime is that I've come to the conclusion that the *entire* British Invasion has absolutely no importance whatsoever. I've been completely disabused of all interest in it. It was merely part of the cover-up of the assassination of JFK, and of course it helped lead to the perverted state we're in today. What convinced me especially of this...