#Michele Di Monte

[marcogiovenale]

roma, palazzo delle esposizioni, 31 gennaio: "vedere, pasolini"

a cura di Andrea Cortellessa e Silvia De Laude

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Sacra di San Michele - ITALIA

[jeanlib]

I forgot to post the TG2 and TGR Lazio reports on The Count of Monte Cristo previewed at the Rome Film Festival

[who-vian01]

Bille August to Direct Mediawan Series 'The Count of Monte Cristo'

Nah guys! I'm so excited for this!! The moment these two italian beauties land on international screens it is OVER for everyone!!

(Lino Guanciale on the left and Michele Riondino on the right)

[t-annhauser]

Basta aprire un fico e metterci dentro il dito per capire come mai fica era già usato dai greci e dai latini per indicare l'organo sessuale femminile, non ci vuole un professore, figa è invece la variante settentrionale ("fica, non figa", Michele Apicella, Ecce Bombo, agevolo filmato). Fessa è invece prettamente meridionale, con il significato di fessura ("quella fessa che tieni ov’han la bocca le persone", Carducci). Mona è veneto, di origine incerta (si potrebbe arrischiare un'assonanza con monna, ma fermiamci qui). Passera è toscano, come topa, a suggerire una predilezione dei toscani per il crine, idem sorca, ma romano. Patata con riferimento forse al monte di Venere. Dove sono cresciuto, nel basso mantovano, erano in voga due termini: gnal, cioè nido, e brögna, prugna, entrambi di facile lettura. Il napoletano, sempre esagerato, la chiama pucchiacca, da portulaca, o erba fratesca, ma c'è chi ne dà un'interpretazione a dir poco epica, dal greco pyr (fuoco) e koliòs (fodero): fodera di fuoco. Vulva è latino che richiama le valve, mentre vagina è latino per guaina/fodera (gladius vagina vacuus, cioè la spada sguainata dal fodero vuoto, vacuus). Prossimo excursus: il pene (ho preferito iniziare dalle signore per galanteria).

[wormwoodandhoney]

quarter one favorites! tw: suicide, grief, murder & depression mention in descriptions below.

Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner - a memoir about a young woman & the death of her mother. Reading about other people's grief helps me understand my own.

The Sword of Kaigen by ML Wang - a fantasy about a mother with a violent past and her teenaged son struggling to prove himself as he begins to realize that the empire he serves may not be as pure as he once thought. Really cool use of elemental powers here, and incredible fight scenes. I love reading books with unique characters/relationships, and these are definitely unique. Graphic made here.

Everyone on this Train is a Suspect by Benjamin Stevenson - sequel to one of my favorites from last year (Everyone in My Family Has Killed Someone). Funny and voicey and incredibly meta, I love these books and I hope there are more!

Lonely Castle in the Mirror by Mizuki Tsujimura - Translated from Japanese, this is such a unique blend of fantasy and coming-of-age. Kokoro is a middle school student who is can no longer bring herself to attend school. As she struggles with her depression, she finds a portal in her mirror to a mysterious castle. Six other children are there, and they begin to understand each other. Trigger warnings for depression & suicidal ideation. Graphic here.

The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels by Janice Hallett - I LOVE Janice Hallett's books, which are all mysteries told through emails, interview transcriptions, diary entries, chat logs, etc. This one is about a journalist investigating a years-long cold case about a cult who brainwashed a young woman into believing her baby was the Antichrist. When the young woman realized her mistake and called the police, the cult committed suicide and the baby & mother disappeared. As the journalist digs through case files in order to find them, she finds herself drawn into becoming part of the mystery.

Anita De Monte Laughs Last by Xochitl Gonzalez In one timeline of 1985, Anita De Monte is a rising art star married to a much more famous man. She dies unexpectedly and her legacy in lost. In 1998, art student Raquel begins to uncover the truth as she does her thesis on Anita's husband.

The Butcher of the Forest by Premee Mohamed A mean little fantasy horror novella that pulls no punches. Middle aged Veris is the only person who has ever successfully rescued a child from her village's surrounding wild and magical forest. After the land's tyrant's children disappear into the forest, he commands Veris to fetch them.

The Vanderbeekers of 141st St by Karina Yan Glaser This one came in right under the wire as my last read of March! It's just an incredible, sweet, cozy middle grade novel about a large family desperate to stay in their beloved brownstone. Graphic here.

[anglo-norman]

Shrines to St. Michael.

"Mountains figure prominently at the mighty ganglia of the story of Christianity... As Jesus prays atop the holy mountain, the other world intersects with ours as the divine comes down to the human, as the eternal touches the temporal and mortal. And that other world is the ultimate reality, not this one. No wonder that St Michael, ‘Quis ut Deus,’ has his shrines on lofty peaks; no wonder the Celts worshipped on hills and mountains...

The spirit of the Archangel Michael permeates discussion of the world of the Celts—shrines such as Skellig Michael on precipitous mountain-tops in the cold and wet Celtic desert; early connections with the ancient Eastern world; guardianship of Tuscany, Provence, Normandy, and Cornwall; safe-keeping of wanderers and hermits; motifs of spear, sword, and stone; waging of the war in Heaven and the downfall of Lucifer; the communion of the Grail."

St. Michael: Early Anglo-Saxon Tradition, Raymond JS Grant

(1) Mont St. Michel, Normandy, France; (2) St. Michael’s Mount, Cornwall, England; (3) Castel Sant’Angelo, Rome, Italy; (4) Saint-Michel d’Aiguilhe, Le Puy-en-Velay, France; (5) Abbey of San Galgano, Siena; (6) Skellig Michael, County Kerry, Ireland; (7) Sacra di San Michele, Mount Pirchiriano, Turin, Italy; (8) St. Michael’s Tower, Glastonbury Tor, England

[logi1974]

Cornwall 2024 - Tag 21

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Für den Besuch des St. Michael´s Mount buchten wir insgesamt 3 Termine bzw. Zeitfenster. Denn wir wussten ja nicht, wie das Wetter sich entwickeln wird und wer will schon im strömenden Regen oder bei starkem Wind hier herum tapern - wir jedenfalls nicht.

Dank unserer Mitgliedschaft beim National Trust können wir hier sehr großzügig verfahren, denn der Besuch dieser Hauptsehenswürdigkeit Cornwalls wird ebenfalls davon abgedeckt.

Es handelt sich um eine Insel, die nicht weit von der Küste entfernt liegt, gerade einmal 300×300 Meter groß. Ein Hügel, ein Kloster und ein gepflasterter Weg, den man bei Ebbe auch zu Fuß benutzen kann.

Über Jahrhunderte hat eine Gemeinschaft dort eine Klosteranlage mit Hafen und kleinem Städtchen gebaut und einen unglaublichen Garten angelegt.

Die Insel hat eine lange Geschichte, die bis in die prähistorische Zeit zurückreicht, aber ihre Berühmtheit verdankt sie vor allem der mittelalterlichen Benediktinerabtei und dem Schloss, das auf ihrem Gipfel thront.

Wir sind nicht etwa in der Normandie, am Kloster Mont-Saint-Michel, sondern in Cornwall am Sankt Michael’s Mount.

Die Ähnlichkeiten zwischen Mont-Saint-Michel und Sankt Michael’s Mount sind nicht zufällig, denn Mont-St-Michel heißt auf Französisch nichts anderes als St. Michaels Mount. Auch optisch sehen sich die beiden Inseln irgendwie sehr ähnlich.

Eine kleine Gemeinschaft von Mönchen aus Mont-Saint-Michel in der Normandie ließ sich hier nämlich ebenfalls nieder und die Architektur auf der Insel wurde tatsächlich vom französischen Vorbild inspiriert. Dies war der Ursprung des Namens „Sankt Michael’s Mount“.

Im Jahr 495 n. Chr. soll St. Keyne hier eine Kapelle errichtet haben, aber die eigentliche monastische Siedlung entstand dann im 8ten Jahrhundert.

Die Gemeinschaft der Mönche, die sich niederließen, verehrte den Erzengel Michael und der Berg wurde zu einem wichtigen Wallfahrtsort. Im Laufe der Jahre wechselten die Besitzer der Insel und sie wurde zu verschiedenen Zeiten von Klöstern und Königen kontrolliert.

Im 12. Jahrhundert wurde auf der Insel eine Abtei im normannischen Stil errichtet, die dem Erzengel Michael gewidmet war. Die Abtei diente als Pilgerstätte und wurde im Laufe der Jahrhunderte weiter ausgebaut. Die heutige Burg, die im 14. Jahrhundert hinzugefügt wurde, ist ein beeindruckendes Bauwerk, das auf dem Gipfel der Insel thront.

Die Insel ist bei Ebbe über einen Damm erreichbar, der bei Flut jedoch überspült wird, wodurch sie zu einer echten Insel wird. Dieser natürliche Damm und die Gezeiten machten die Insel zu einem leicht zu verteidigendem Ort.

Während der "Reformation" im 16. Jahrhundert unter Heinrich VIII. musste die Abtei aufgegeben werden, und im Jahr 1659 kaufte Sir John St. Aubyn die Insel.

Sankt Michael’s Mount hat im Laufe der Jahrhunderte viele Veränderungen erlebt, darunter Belagerungen während des Bürgerkriegs im 17. Jahrhundert, aber es hat seine beeindruckende Präsenz und seinen historischen Charme bewahrt.

Die Insel mit Burg hat auch einen gewissen Joachim von Ribbentrop (1893-1946) begeistert. Ribbentrop war von 1936 bis 1938 Botschafter des Deutschen Reichs in London. In diesen Jahren hatte er eine besondere Vorliebe für Cornwall entwickelt und für St Michael’s Mount insbesondere.

Großspurig und arrogant ließ er bei einem seiner Besuche in Cornwall, nicht lange vor Ausbruch des Zweiten Weltkrieges, die Gastgeber wissen, dass er beabsichtige seinen Wohnsitz nach St Michael’s Mount zu verlegen, denn Hitler hätte ihm nach der Eroberung Großbritanniens für seine Loyalität Cornwall versprochen.

Wie wir wissen kam es anders und St Michael’s Mount gehört seit 1954 dem National Trust. Die ehemaligen Eigentümer, die Familie des gegenwärtigen 5. Barons St Levan of St Michael’s Mount, James Piers Southwell St Aubyn, wohnen aber immer noch auf der Insel, zusammen mit dreißig weiteren ständigen Bewohnern.

Die Felsformation mit dazugehörender Burg ist schon sehr imposant, leider aber auch in der Reisehauptsaison total überlaufen. Während der Ebbe kann man sie trockenen Fußes erreichen, sonst nur mit dem Boot.

Der Besuch muss deshalb sehr gut geplant werden. Tickets sollte man unbedingt vorher buchen und nicht vergessen, dass man - je nach Tide - auch den Bootstransfer buchen muss.

Man kann die Insel nur zu Fuß erreichen, wenn Ebbe herrscht, denn es ist eine Gezeiteninsel. Wer zu Fuß hinüber möchte, der muss eben darauf warten, bis sich das Wasser zurückzieht.

Aber dann muss man auch nicht durch das schlammige, matschige Wattenmeer spazieren. Es gibt einen befestigten Weg aus groben Steinpflaster, auf dem man ganz bequem und trockenen Fußes zur Insel gelangt. Bei Flut ist von diesem Weg natürlich nichts zu sehen.

Wir waren stellenweise fassungslos wie unvorbereitet viele Besucher hier aufschlagen und weder ein Ticket besitzen noch die Gezeiten oder Öffnungszeiten im Blick haben.

Viele laufen einfach rüber und werden dann entweder abgewiesen und wenn es ganz Dicke kommt, zusätzlich noch von der schnell ansteigenden Flut überrascht.

Jedes Mal, wenn wir hier vorbei kamen, sahen wir schon von weitem, wie sich Menschen durch das Wasser kämpften. Teilweise nur kniehoch, manchmal aber auch schon hüfthoch. Viele davon hatten noch Kinder dabei. Unfassbar!

Wir starten am Strand, reihen uns in die Menge der Menschen ein, die über den Causeway hinüber läuft. Auf der Insel angekommen, werden wir sofort nach Tickets gefragt und - nachdem das bejaht wurde - einem Mitarbeiter des National Trusts zugewiesen. Dieser scannt unsere Ticket Codes und ebenfalls unsere Mitgliedschaft im National Trust.

So dürfen wir schon an all denen vorbei gehen, die gleich am Tor abgefangen wurden, weil sie vielleicht gar keine Tickets oder erst für ein späteres Zeitfenster Tickets gekauft haben.

Mit unserer National Trusts Karte sparen wir zwar die 26 £ (ca. 30 €) pro Person Eintritt, mussten aber dennoch Tickets für einen Timeslot buchen.

Auf der Insel angekommen sieht man rechter Hand eine Häuserreihe. Eines dieser kleinen Häuser ist an der Seite mit einem schönen Gemälde verziert. Es zeigt diesen englischen Küstenabschnitt inklusive Insel und Segelschiffen in historischer Form.

Bei unserem ersten Besuch halten wir uns linker Hand, am Friedhof vorbei, in Richtung des Gartens. Eine große Wiese empfängt uns, hier kann man ausruhen, spielen, Picknick machen, was die Briten auch mit Begeisterung tun.

An einem Kontrollpunkt werden erneut die Eintrittskarten, dieses Mal für den Garten, geprüft. Erst wissen wir gar nicht, wo denn der Garten sein soll, denn wir sind schon irgendwie am Ende der Insel angekommen und die Burg liegt unmittelbar vor uns – nur eben sehr hoch oben.

Nach wenigen Metern begreifen wir es dann auch: Der Garten ist steil, extrem steil, in den Hang gebaut.

Die Burg überragt die Insel und ist umgeben von tollen Gärten, die sich den steilen Hang hinauf ziehen. Der Walled Garden wurde etwa im Jahr 1780 angelegt.

Wie das mit Felsen nun einmal so ist, nisten sich in ihren Spalten gern unerwünschte Unkräuter ein.

Zum Aufgabenbereich der St Michael’s Mount-Gärtner gehört also auch die Beseitigung von Unkraut an den bis zu sechzig Meter hohen Felswänden.

Wer nicht schwindelfrei ist und unter Höhenangst leidet, sollte sich besser nicht auf diesen Job bewerben.

Unser 2ter Besuch verlief in ähnlicher Reihenfolge ab, nur dass wir nach der Eingangskontrolle rechts herum gehen.

Bevor es jedoch hoch zur Burg geht, muss noch ein weiterer Kontrollposten des National Trusts bewältigt werden.

Hier werden ebenfalls noch einmal die Tickets kontrolliert, dieses Mal auf die Berechtigung zum Zugang zur Burg.

Danach steht dem steilen Aufstieg zur Inselspitze nichts mehr im Wege und so macht sich bereits am frühen Morgen eine Menschen-Karawane auf den Weg in die Höhe.

Oben angekommen ist der Blick in die Ferne, über das Meer, schon ziemlich sensationell.

Anschließend geht es über sehr ausgetretene Treppen, an denen der Zahn der Zeit stark nagt, in das Innere des Castles.

Dort werden die Besucher zu Gruppen von etwa 15 Personen zusammen gefasst, bevor es von Raum zu Raum geht.

In jedem Raum steht ein weiterer Mitarbeiter des National Trusts, der sicherstellt, dass sich alle Besucher regelkonform benehmen.

Auf Fragen, die Interessierte stellen, wird gerne umfassend und kompetent geantwortet.

Fotografieren ist erlaubt, allerdings ist es schon schwierig um die ganzen Menschen drumherum zu knipsen.

Für den reinen Besuch der Burg muss man ungefähr 1 Stunde Zeit veranschlagen. Dazu kommen Aufstieg, Abstieg und natürlich der Weg zu Insel überhaupt.

Wer alles zusammen an einem Tag erkunden möchte, muss mit mindestens 3 Stunden Zeitaufwand rechnen. Kommen noch ein Cream Tea oder gar Afternoon Tea hinzu, wird man mit der Zeitspanne des Niedrigwassers nicht hinkommen und benötigt noch einen Bootstransfer (£ 2,80) zusätzlich.

Alles in Allem lohnt sich alleine schon hier der Touring Pass des National Trusts.

Good Night!

Angie, Micha und Mister Bunnybear (Hasenbär)

[fiftysevenacademics]

April 12, 2024

Bennett Braun, a Chicago psychiatrist whose diagnoses of repressed memories involving horrific abuse by devil worshipers helped to fuel what became known as the “satanic panic” of the 1980s and ’90s, died on March 20 in Lauderhill, Fla., north of Miami. He was 83.

Jane Braun, one of his ex-wives, said the death, in a hospital, was from complications of a fall. Dr. Braun lived in Butte, Mont., but had been in Lauderhill on vacation.

Dr. Braun gained renown in the early 1980s as an expert in two of the most popular and controversial areas of psychiatric treatment: repressed memories and multiple personality disorder, now known as dissociative identity disorder.

He claimed that he could help patients uncover memories of childhood trauma — the existence of which, he and others said, were responsible for the splintering of a person’s self into many distinct personalities.

He created a unit dedicated to dissociative disorders at Rush-Presbyterian-St. Luke’s Medical Center in Chicago (now Rush University Medical Center); became a frequently quoted expert in the news media; and helped to found what is now the International Society for the Study of Trauma and Dissociation, a professional organization of over 2,000 members today.

It was from that sizable platform that Dr. Braun publicized his most explosive findings: that in dozens of cases, his patients discovered memories of being tortured by satanic cults and, in some cases, of having participated in the torture themselves.

He was not the only psychiatrist to make such a claim, and his supposed revelations keyed into a growing national panic.

The 1980s saw a vertiginous rise in the number of people, both children and adults, who claimed to have been abused by devil worshipers. It began in 1980 with the book “Michelle Remembers,” by a Canadian woman who said she had recovered memories of ritual abuse, and spiked following allegations of abuse at day care centers in California and North Carolina.

Elements of pop culture, such as heavy metal music and the role-playing game Dungeons and Dragons, were looped in as supposed entry points for cult activity.

Such stories were fodder for popular TV formats that reveled in the salacious, including talk shows like “Geraldo” and newsmagazines like “Dateline,” which broadcast segments that promoted such claims uncritically.

The psychiatric profession bore some responsibility for the growing panic, with respected researchers like Dr. Braun giving it a gloss of authority. He and others ran seminars and distributed research papers; they even gave the phenomenon a quasi-medical abbreviation, S.R.A., for satanic ritual abuse.

Dr. Braun’s inpatient unit at Rush became a magnet for referrals and a warehouse for patients, some of whom he kept medicated and under supervision for years

Among them was a woman from Iowa named Patricia Burgus. After interviewing her, Dr. Braun and a colleague, Roberta Sachs, claimed not only that she was the victim of satanic ritual abuse, but also that she herself was a “high priestess” of a cult that had raped, tortured and cannibalized thousands of children, including her two young sons.

Dr. Braun and Dr. Sachs sent Mrs. Burgus and her children to a mental health facility in Houston, where they were held apart for nearly three years with minimal contact with the outside world.

By then Mrs. Burgus, heavily medicated, had come to believe the doctors, telling them she recalled torches, live burials and eating the body parts of up to 2,000 people a year. After her parents served her husband meatloaf, she had him get it tested for human tissue. The tests came back negative, but Dr. Braun was not convinced.

Dr. Braun kept other patients under similar conditions at Rush or elsewhere. He persuaded one woman to have an abortion because, he convinced her, she was the product of ritualistic incest; he persuaded another to undergo tubal ligation to prevent having more children within her supposed cult.

The satanic panic began to wane in the early 1990s. A 1992 F.B.I. investigation found no evidence of coordinated cult activity in the United States, and a 1994 report by the National Center on Child Abuse and Neglect surveyed over 12,000 accusations of satanic ritual abuse and found that not a single one held up under scrutiny.

“The biggest thing was the lack of corroborating evidence,” Kenneth Lanning, a retired F.B.I. agent who wrote the 1992 report, said in a phone interview. “It’s the kind of crime where evidence would have been left behind.”

Many people distanced themselves from their earlier enthusiasms; in 1995, Geraldo Rivera apologized for an episode of his show that covered the falsehood. However, even in 1998, the NBC series “Dateline” ran an episode claiming to show widespread satanic activity in Mississippi.

Mrs. Burgus sued Rush, Dr. Braun and her insurance company over claims that he and Dr. Sachs had implanted false memories in her head. They settled out of court in 1997 for $10.6 million.

“I began to add a few things up and realized there was no way I could come from a little town in Iowa, be eating 2,000 people a year, and nobody said anything about it,” Mrs. Burgus told The Chicago Tribune in 1997.

A year later Dr. Braun’s unit at Rush was shut down, and the Illinois medical licensing board opened an investigation into his practices. In 1999, he received a two-year suspension of his license — though he did not admit wrongdoing.

Bennett George Braun was born on Aug. 7, 1940, in Chicago, to Thelma (Gimbel) and Milton Braun. His father was a professor of orthodontics at Loyola University. He graduated from Tulane University with a bachelor’s degree in psychology in 1963 and earned a master’s in the same subject in 1964. He received his medical degree from the University of Illinois in 1968.

Dr. Braun was married three times. His marriages to Renate Deutsch and Mrs. Braun both ended in divorce. His third, to Joanne Arriola, ended in her death. He is survived by five children and five grandchildren.

After temporarily losing his medical license in Illinois, Dr. Braun moved to Montana, where he received a new state license and opened a private practice.

But in 2019, one of his patients, Ciara Rehbein, sued him for overprescribing medication that left her with a permanent facial tic. She also filed a complaint against the Montana Board of Medical Examiners for allowing him a license, despite knowing his past.

Dr. Braun lost his license to practice medicine in Montana in 2020.

[frangipanilove]

"Home" is North o’clock

Through this entire first season on TWDDD we’ve seen Daryl on a mission to find a way to get back home. He’s been desperately searching for a functioning radio in every episode, and has managed to stay laser focused on traveling north, to find a way home. Despite constantly getting sidetracked along the way, he’s now nearing Le Havre, where the people of Union of Hope have promised to help him find a ship to America.

In TWDDD 1x5 Deux Amours we see Daryl, Laurent and Azlan make their way up the river, heading north, to The Nest. We get to know Azlan, whose story involves a tragic loss which took away his reason to live.

We also heard how a clock represented a turning point for him. It saved his life, he explains, and gave him a purpose to live. I took one look at that clock and realized it was the French equivalent to Beth’s DC spoon from 4x12 Still.

I’ve written a lot about the intersection between Sirius symbolism and North Star symbolism (here and here), and once again, in TWDDD Deux Amours, we see a representation of how “north” represents “home”.

In TWD season 5 we saw it explained by Carl to Judith; that if you’re lost at night, just find the North Star, it’s at the end of the Little Dipper:

Of course we all remember Beth picking up the DC spoon/Little Dipper in Still…

Daryls entire time in France has revolved around traveling north, to the place called The Nest, where he’ll deliver Laurent and get a ticket to a trans-Atlantic cruise in return.

When Azlan dies he gives the clock to Daryl, tells him to follow the river north, until they arrive at the place depicted on the clock, The Nest (which in reality is Mont Saint Michel). When Genet’s people catch up to Daryl and Laurent, Daryl gives the clock to Laurent and instructs him to follow the river until he sees The Nest.

So the navigational themes are strong around both the clock and Beth’s DC spoon. The DC spoon for obvious reasons; the North Star is at the end of the Little Dipper, as Carl explained. The North Star will help you find your way, it’s a compass in the sky.

Azlan’s clock on the other hand, is pretty much a regular compass, in that clocks can be used as compasses. I’m not making that up, a clock can be used as a compass. That is an actual thing that people do.

Basically, what we’re seeing here is that Azlan’s clock is synonymous with Beth’s DC spoon.

And remember how all of Daryl’s efforts of getting to the north involves constantly searching for functioning radios? He’s been talking about radios non stop since he washed ashore in Marseille.

Well, in 1x5 we finally saw him get a hold of a radio. It was in a flashback from right before he was taken aboard the French Research Vessel of Horror, where we also saw a character randomly named Grady!?!???

Totally side-eying that, particularly because we also met another dude named Juno, which @wdway brilliantly recognized as a reference to the Alaska state capital Juneau! Which, again, ties right into the north symbolism because of this license plate from 5x16 Conquer:

That’s the Big Dipper and Polaris (North Star) there on the Alaska state flag!

And remember how I in this post from last week talked about how tptb sometimes uses silly word plays as symbolism? Words and phrases that phonetically sound similar? Like serious/Sirius, beer/bear, Monet/money and the classic Del Arno Foods/"there are no foods"… (which was interestingly also taken from 5x16 Conquer, where we saw the Wolves luring walkers into trailer trucks, in a perfect parallel to what we saw in Daryl’s flashback from Maine,..)

Yeah, speaking of phonetical similarities...

In TWD 10x17 Home Sweet Home we heard Beth's name for the first time in a very long time...

Maggie has no reason to believe that Beth isn't dead so I wouldnt worry about that part. What's interesting is what she's calling her sister; Bethie!

If I was ever instructed to find a name that phonetically sounds like Bethie...

...Bessy sure as hell would be among my top contenders...

Bessy, as in the name the radio operator has assigned to his radio...

I have talked about how radios are Sirius symbolism, right? (that's a rhetorical question, I have talked about it ad nauseum)

And I think I have explained that Sirius means "return/resurrection/coming back" a couple of times as well...

Bessie the Radio sure seems to be well tuned into the symbolism around "returns" and people "coming back"...

You’re free to do with that as you please...👀

[gregor-samsung]

" Il mio bisnonno Dorino, classe 1888, diceva di aver combattuto tutte le più grandi battaglie della Prima guerra mondiale. Di certo, era stato protagonista di almeno due conquiste storiche, quella del Carso e quella del Monte San Michele. Militare semplice di fanteria, raccontava incredulo di aver assistito alla morte, al ferimento e alla mutilazione di decine di suoi commilitoni durante i combattimenti, ma di essere rimasto completamente illeso. Neanche un graffio, un proiettile di striscio. Nulla. Tirava fuori questa storia ogni volta, durante le feste di Natale, con la famiglia riunita e qualche bicchiere in corpo. Si commuoveva ricordando gli amici caduti e non si capacitava del proprio destino di miracolato. L’episodio più sbalorditivo però gli era accaduto dopo le battaglie del Carso e del San Michele, quando l’intero battaglione era stato inviato in Albania. In seguito ai successi conquistati anche su questo campo, la truppa aveva ottenuto una licenza premio per tornare a casa qualche giorno. Si era dunque imbarcata al porto di Valona su una nave diretta in Italia, ma pochi attimi prima della partenza è giunto un gruppo di ufficiali e per fare posto ai graduati alcuni militari semplici sono stati fatti scendere. Fra loro c’era anche Dorino. Le sue vibranti proteste per questa ingiusta e improvvisa sostituzione sono rimaste inascoltate. Tuttavia, pochi minuti dopo la partenza la nave è stata silurata e affondata dalle flotte nemiche e l’intero equipaggio è perito nell’attacco. Ancora una volta, la sorte aveva deciso di graziarlo, e nel modo più plateale possibile.

Per quanto fossi molto piccolo, mi ricordo del bisnonno che raccontava queste storie trattenendo a stento l’emozione, anche se solo diversi anni dopo ne avrei compreso il contenuto. Mi sono trovato anche a riflettere sui suoi racconti e sulla sua inspiegabile sorte. Forse è insito nel mio DNA: sono destinato a sopravvivere. È un lascito ereditario che scorre nel sangue della mia famiglia. Proprio come Dorino che ripeteva la sua incredibile storia a chiunque volesse ascoltarla, anche io sono sopravvissuto a una guerra perché il mio ruolo è raccontarla. "

Matteo B. Bianchi, La vita di chi resta, Mondadori, 2023¹; pp. 57-58.

[kabuki-draws]

{Meet the French Exorcists!}

Aoex has such an extensive universe with so many different True Cross Order branches around the world. Today I want to present to you a couple of high-class Exorcists from France!

Hector Cessart - Upper First Class Exorcist, all meister, speciality: Dagoon & Tamer, principal of the Exorcist Academy of France, also located in Paris.

Joseph Aury - Former Paladin, now Chancellor (Honorary Knight), all meisters, speciality: Aria, leader of the French True Cross branch (HQ located on Le Mont-Saint-Michel) until he died in the Blue Night

Joséphine Legouix - Upper First Class Exorcist, all meisters, speciality: Knight & Doctor. One of the leading experts when it comes to complicated demonic possessions of human bodies. Her own sword is possessed by a powerful demon from the Gargoyle-category with whom she has a blood pact.

Ophélie de Lys - Upper First Class Exorcist, all meisters, speciality: Tamer & Aria, Member of the Demonic Members Control Office and student of Pater Chevalier. She takes his place as Arc Knight and Head of the Control Office after his death.

Augustin Chevalier - Arc Knight, all meisters, worldwide known Tamer expert, Head of the Demonic Members Control Office within the True Cross Order until he dies due to a possession by Satan.

Oriax - No Title, no meister, yet he is the guardian of the great library of the True Cross Order Europe, located under Notre Dame in Paris. Since decades he serves as a librarian and historian in the most extensive collection of exorcist & demon records in the world. He is a Nephilim and son of the Demon King Lucifer.

[sabinerondissime]

Sacra di San Michele Monte Pirchiriano, in Val di Susa, provincia di Torino

[jeanlib]

"NOooOo NooOuuo" LMAO SAM

[vecchiorovere]

Scorcio del bellissimo borgo medievale di Cleto (Petramala in dialetto locale, Kletè, Κλητή in greco antico ) un piccolo comune della provincia di Cosenza, posto sulle colline di fronte alle Isole Eolie posto sul versante esterno della Catena Paolana ai piedi del Monte Sant'Angelo, nell'alta valle del torrente Torbido, affluente del fiume Savuto. arroccato tra le colline, con le sue stradine medievali e il maestoso l Castello Normanno con vista panoramica, la Chiesa di San Michele Arcangelo, passando per Palazzo Arnone e i sentieri naturalistici nei dintorni che invitano a escursioni nella natura incontaminata È conosciuto come il "Comune dei due castelli", perché sul territorio comunale esistono due castelli medioevali: il Castello di Petramala (di epoca normanna, tardo-bizantino) e il Castello di Sabuci (di epoca angioina, XIII secolo).

[my-mt-heart]

Hey,

Just a bit of (hopefully) "positivity", or sort of:

The good news is that its starting soon, wich means its ending soon (6 ep, right?) Wich means we can focus on s2 soon

In the meantime, i'll personnally try to avoid at all costs reviews, réactions, twitter and blablabla, unless Daryl somehow mentions Carol or dreams abt her or hallucinates her or whatever. I might watch the scene, and the scene only, then.

Laurent is probably a nice kid and character, but im not watching the shipping fest on the net that (canon or not) Isaberyl or whatever their ship name is gonna be, because there will be a ship name, no doubt..

So yeah, end of season 1 soon, in a way!

Ps: have Clemence been seen on the s2 set? I dont follow really, in fear if disappointment. Maybe Isabelle dies in s1! Who knows

I think you laid out a good strategy for getting through the next several weeks and I would encourage anyone who’s feeling especially vulnerable right now to take the same precautions or just step away for a while. It’s been rough enough already, it’s going to get rougher, so please decide what’s best for your own wellbeing. You don’t owe AMC and co anything. They owe you a show you can be excited about.

If you do stick around, remember there’s an entire community of people just like you who have found comfort in Caryl’s story all these years and are more than willing to talk. My inbox and DM’s are always open, although I do not plan on watching the show or reviewing. I will check out relevant Caryl/Carol clips, I’ll post links from the one reviewer I trust, and I’ll share a few big thoughts after the season is over.

I’m not confident the transition from S1 to S2 will be smooth. I think a lot of work will have to be done, but I do look forward to not having to deal with any of this ridiculous promotion anymore or lies constantly being spread. I’m looking forward to Shalaka’s and Vanna’s Caryl podcast that’s going to breathe new life into me, ISTG. And most of all, I’m looking forward to Carol/Caryl hopefully getting the stories they deserve in S2.

Thanks for trying to spread a little bit of positivity, anon.

I think CP filmed at Mont St. Michel in May, but I haven’t heard anything other than that. I don’t need her character to die. I need AMC and Zabel to not use her as the latest prop for Daryl’s masculinity.