A Trek Through the Valley…Enchanting

[Note to everybody involved in Super Technology Project Weather Modification: Each and every one of you will be exposed, and punished, GUARANTEED.  cc all Mormon barristers!]

To Mormon computer gremlins:

I must post a picture of a Mormon CIA agent on line to see Donna Summers musical, showcasing a Book of Mormon musical advertisement on an umbrella with a message “I’M WET WITH SALVATION” and the Mormon CIA agent wearing blue/white checkerwork jacket on line in front of him, and the two women in back of him, one wearing an Idaho UHaul African zebra print jacket and the other an Afro-centric Kenta pattern umbrella, and some other pictures to post with the following information, tomorrow.

You must STOP illegally preventing me from accessing my Google Photos!

And STOP illegally preventing me from accessing Newseum.org front pages for today.  And STOP illegally preventing me from accessing Republic Bank website (I did not take a picture of the umbrella, Mormon Church of Satan’s Hamilton musical line) and Richman Group website (I did not take a picture of the umbrella, Mormon Church of Satan’s Hamilton musical line) and I did not take a picture of the TREK brand bike parked at the curb in front of Mormon Church of Satan’s Marriot Marquis alleyway.

A trek through the valley is an enchanting experience
Like what you see?
Capital Reef NP, Utah
(Popup scenery on my computer, May 16, 2018)

[Mormon computer gremlins ILLEGALLY prevented me from posting Oskar and Sam advertisement:]



Matka sat up in bed. “Ade?” She threw back the blanket and ran to him, their silhouettes dark against the light from the kitchen. “Where’s Zuzanna?”

“I haven’t seen her,” Papa said. “When I couldn’t find Kasia, I went to the postal center and took my files outside to burn. Information the Germans will want. Names and addresses. Military lists. They’ve occupied the postal center in Warsaw and cut the telegraph line, so we’re next.”

“What happened to the staff?” Matka said.

Papa glanced in my direction and did not answer.

“Our best guess is German troops will be here in a week. Chances are they’ll come here first.”

“Here?” Matka gathered her housecoat around her neck.

“Looking for me. I may be useful to them.” Papa smiled, but his eyes stayed dark. “They’ll want to use the postal center for their communications.”

No one knew the postal center like Papa.  He’d run it for as long as I could remember. Did he know secrets?  Papa was a patriot. He’d rather die than tell them anything.
“How do they even know where we live?”

Papa looked at Matka as if she were a child.  “They’ve been planning this for years, Halina. If they take me, hopefully they’ll need me enough to keep me alive.  Give it two days.  If you don’t hear from me, take the girls and go south.”

“The British will help us,” Matka said.  “The French—”

“No one is coming, my love.  The mayor is evacuating, taking the police and fire brigade. For now we need to hide what we can.”
Papa pulled Matka’s jewelry box from the dresser and tossed it on the bed. “First, wash and dry any tin cans.  We need to bury anything of value—”
“But we haven’t done anything wrong, Ade.  Germans are cultured people.  Hitler had them under some kind of spell.”
Matka’s mother had been pure German, her father half-Polish.  Even woken from sleep, she was beautiful.  Soft but not fragile, a natural blonde.
Papa grabbed her by the arm.  “Your cultured people want us gone so they can move in. Don’t you see?”
Papa went about the apartment gathering our most valuable possessions in a metal box with a hinged lid.  Matka’s nursing certificate, their marriage license, a small ruby ring from Matka’s family, and an envelope of family pictures.

“Get the bag of millet.  We’re burying that too.”

(Lilac Girls, Martha Hall Kelly, pages 28-29, emphasis added)

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Tomb said to be Annie Palmer’s at Rose Hall, Jamaica

The White Witch is a legendary story of a haunting in Jamaica.


Rose Hall House, Jamaica

Rose Hall Spillway, Montego Bay: Jamaica

According to the legend, the spirit of “Annee Palmer” haunts the grounds of Rose Hall Plantation near Montego Bay. The story states that she was born in Haiti to an English mother and Irish father and spent most of her life in Haiti. When her parents died of yellow fever, she was adopted by a nanny who taught her witchcraft and voodoo. She moved to Jamaica and married John Palmer, owner of Rose Hall Plantation. Annee murdered Palmer along with two subsequent husbands and numerous male plantation slaves, later being murdered herself by a slave named “Takoo”. A song about the legend called “The Ballad of Annee Palmer” was recorded by Johnny Cash[1] and the satanic band, Coven made a song called “White Witch of Rose Hall[2]


Rose Hall may refer to: