Tara Reid

Tara plays a spoiled trophy wife who thinks she should be getting more in The Big Lebowski.

Any 1 who understands my reality knows that I was framed into just such a picture by D and HK and it was all on purpose.

Then D comes along and tries to put the trophy wife illusion on herself to frame Elvis - when that’s not a trophy to him.

“It’s all true.”

Tara asked me to look at YouTube to see the stink that is being created around her. So it’s another - D is doing the same shit to all of us.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“The pressure they are putting on us to back down is unbelievable.”

We have Tara and Tana, almost the same birthday. My birthday 11.6 adds up to 8 and Tara’s birthday is 11.8. We are both from outside of Manhattan.

This chart is a beautiful reflection of our connection which I didn’t know about until now. I’ve been deliberately brainwashed to see people incorrectly. This is what D is doing to the public through her sneaky control of the media. She needs to be removed from power now.

“It’s all true.”

Tara & Elvis, it’s very clear: Powerful fighters.

Also please note how the story around Tara here is the opposite of the distortion D is whipping up around Tara on YouTube.

“Exactly.”

The narrator inexplicably finds himself in a grim and joyless city, the "grey town", where it rains continuously, even indoors, which is either Hellor Purgatory depending on whether or not one stays there. He eventually finds a bus stop for those who desire an excursion to some other place. ("The grey town" is only called such; the destination later turns out to be the foothills of Heaven). He waits in line for the bus and listens to the arguments between his fellow passengers. As they await the bus's arrival, many of them quit the line in disgust before the bus pulls up. The driver is an angel who casually shields his face from the passengers. Once the few remaining passengers have boarded, the bus flies upward, off the pavement into the grey, rainy sky.

The ascending bus breaks out of the rain clouds into a clear, pre-dawn sky, and as it rises its occupants' bodies change from being normal and solid into being transparent, faint, and vapor-like. When it reaches its destination the passengers on the bus— including the narrator—are gradually revealed to be ghosts. Although the country they disembark into is the most beautiful they have ever seen, every feature of the landscape, including streams of water and blades of grass, is unyieldingly solid compared to themselves: It causes them immense pain even to walk on the grass, whose blades pierce their shadowy feet, and even a single leaf is far too heavy for any to lift.

Shining figures, men and women whom they have known on Earth, come to meet them and to urge them to repent and walk into Heaven proper. They promise as the ghosts travel onward and upward that they will become more solid and thus feel less and less discomfort, and more truly real; this process is also in an aside called "thickening". These luminous psychopomps, deemed "spirits" to distinguish them from the insubstantial ghosts, offer to help them journey toward the mountains and the sunrise. (One of the earlier ghosts, the narrator learns with a start, had committed suicide by throwing himself under a train, whereas one of the final spirits had died peacefully in bed in a nursing home.)

Almost all of the ghosts choose to return to the grey town instead, giving various reasons and excuses. Much of the interest of the book lies in the recognition it awakens of the plausibility and familiarity–and the thinness and self-deception–of the excuses which the ghosts ultimately refuse to abandon, even though to do so would bring them to "reality" and "joy forevermore".[2] A former bishop refuses, having grown so used to framing his faith in abstract, pseudo-intellectual terms that he can no longer definitively say whether he believes in God; an artist refuses, arguing that he must preserve the reputation of his school of painting; a bitter cynic predicts that Heaven is a trick; a bully ("Big Man") is offended that people he believes beneath him are there; a nagging wife is angry that she will not be allowed to dominate her husband in Heaven. However one man corrupted on Earth by lust, which rides on his ghost in the form of an ugly lizard, permits an angel to kill the lizard and becomes a little more solid, and journeys forward, out of the narrative.[3]

The narrator, a writer when alive, is met by the writer George MacDonald; the narrator hails MacDonald as his mentor, just as Dante did when first meeting Virgil in the Divine Comedy; and MacDonald becomes the narrator's guide in his journey, just as Virgil became Dante's. MacDonald explains that it is possible for a soul to choose to remain in Heaven despite having been in the grey town; for such souls, the goodness of Heaven will work backwards into their lives, turning even their worst sorrows into joy, and changing their experience on Earth to an extension of Heaven. Conversely, the evil of Hell works so that if a soul remains in, or returns to, the grey town, even any remembered happiness from life on Earth will lose its meaning, and the soul's experience on Earth would retrospectively become Hell.

Few of the ghosts realize that the grey town is, in fact, Hell. Indeed, it is not that much different from the life they led on Earth –joyless, friendless, monotonous and uncomfortable. It merely expand its sprawl forever with its new occupants, and becomes more and more isolating, with some characters whispering their fear of the "night" that is eventually to come. According to MacDonald, whilst it ispossible to leave Hell and enter Heaven, doing so requires turning away from the cherished evils (repentance) that took them to Hell in the first place; or, as is characterized by Lewis, embracing ultimate and unceasing joy itself. This is most grossly and strikingly illustrated in an encounter of a blessed woman who had come to meet her husband: She is surrounded by gleaming attendants whilst he shrinks down to invisibility as he uses a collared tragedian who is chained to him—representative of his persistent use of the self-punishing emotional blackmail of others—to speak for him. The narrator is unsure whether her husband had become an insect crawling on this chain, or if his sin had, ultimately, consumed him.

Penultimately MacDonald has the narrator crouch down to look at a tiny crack in the soil, and tells him that the bus came up through a crack no bigger than that, which contained the once vast grey town, which is actually minuscule to the point of being invisible compared with the immensity of Heaven and reality. An inconclusive dialogue about the unfathomable mysteries of eschatology and soteriology ensues in which the visions of Swedenbourg and Hildegard of Bingen, the crux of the matter being eternity vis-à-vis time.[4][5]

In answer to the narrator's question, MacDonald confirms that when he writes about it "Of course you should tell them it is a dream!" Toward this end, the narrator expresses his terror of remaining a ghost in the advent of full daybreak in Heaven, comparing the weight of the sunlight on a ghost as like having large blocks fall on one's body –at which point his falling books awaken him at his desk during The Blitz.

The framing of the dream follows that of The Pilgrim's Progress in which the protagonist dreams of judgment day in the House of the Interpreter. The (metaphysical) use of chess imagery as well as the correspondence of dream elements to aspects of the narrator's waking life is reminiscent of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass. The book ends with the narrator awakening from his dream of Heaven into the unpleasant reality of wartime Britain, in conscious imitation of the "First Part" of The Pilgrim's Progress, the last sentence of which is: "So I awoke, and behold: It was a Dream."

Iman

I am very glad to connect with Iman for several reasons. I want to thank her because I see all kinds of help and support coming from her direction. She can validate for me that David Bowie really is in the middle of this. She says that is absolutely true and I want very much to hear what she has to tell us.

I’m understanding that immense pressure is being inflicted on her to back down and continue tolerating the horrific abuse and enslavement. She will not do this nor does she recommend submission to Luciferian rule for any 1. Our time is coming and we will act in accordance with God’s will.

I can feel Iman’s energy and this is a fierce warrior.

“David is always with us.”

I can always feel him. He’s another force of nature.

We are so connected although it doesn’t seem that way. Elvis loves David too.

We are all moving as 1.

Iman and Elvis’ synastry reflects that they are spiritual friends with immense strength and power.

“That’s true.”

Our synastry mirrors what I wrote above. We are fighting together against mafia slavery. Iman is another force of nature.

“It’s true.”

“We just have to keep going. We’ll get there and we’ll come back together.”

“Elvis is a doll. It’s is horrific how Diana frames him, steals from him and ruins his life. She should go right now.”

If the publicists unite -

If we can unshackle ourselves from all the ridiculous pretending . . . .

If we can share knowledge with the people who can think.