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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 5 years ago

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Sun Myung Moon’s lost Paraguay Eco-Utopia

▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han visited their Puerto Leda mansion only once.

Outside magazine by Monte Reel February 20, 2013

Full story: https://www.outsideonline.com/1913791/sun-myung-moons-lost-eco-utopia

Extracts:

A decade before his death, Sun Myung Moon—multimillionaire founder of the controversial Unification Church / FFWPU—sent a band of followers deep into the wilds of Paraguay, with orders to build the ultimate utopian community and eco-resort. So how’s that working out? Monte Reel machetes his way toward heaven on Earth.

... In addition to overseeing the church, which he said aimed to fulfill Jesus’ unfinished mission by establishing a new “kingdom of heaven on Earth,” Moon managed vast commercial interests and called himself a messiah. He was frequently accused of cult practices, in part because some of his hundreds of thousands of followers turned over very personal decisions—including the choice of marriage partner—to him. More than a decade ago, Moon told some members of his church that he wanted them to lay the foundation for a new Garden of Eden in one of the least hospitable landscapes on the planet—northern Paraguay.

Moon was notorious for attention-grabbing gestures: conducting mass weddings in Madison Square Garden, taking out full-page ads in major American newspapers to support Richard Nixon during Watergate, spending 13 months in federal prison for tax fraud and conspiracy in the early ’80s. But during the final years of his life, his Eden-building project kept chugging along well out of the public eye, germinating largely unseen in this remote wilderness of mud.

In 2000, Moon paid an undisclosed amount for roughly 1.5 million acres of land fronting the Paraguay River. Most of that property was in a town called Puerto Casado, about 100 miles downriver from Puerto Leda. Moon’s subsidiaries wanted the land to open commercial enterprises ranging from logging to fish farming. But a group of Puerto Casado residents launched a bitter legal battle to nullify the deal. While that controversy continued to divide Paraguayans, the Puerto Leda project proceeded under the radar. Moon turned the land over to 14 Japanese men—“national messiahs,” according to church documents, who were instructed to build an “ideal city” where people could live in harmony with nature, as God intended it. Moon declared that the territory represented “the least developed place on earth, and, hence, closest to original creation.”

... The [twentieth] century brought utopian colonies of Australian socialists, Finnish vegetarians, English pacifists, and German Nazis. They all failed.

So how are Moon’s followers—or Moonies, as they don’t like to be called—holding up? Hard to say. I’m aware of two other journalists who’ve seen Puerto Leda. One, a British Catholic missionary, visited after the first colonists arrived and was unable to fathom their motives. Maybe they were smuggling drugs, she insinuated in a church magazine [The Tablet December 16, 2000].

... By the time I boarded the Aquidaban, I’d begun to suspect that the National Messiahs in Puerto Leda might have no clue we were coming.

[It was a three-day journey] aboard this muggy cargo boat [in 2012].

... one man, a portly Paraguayan navy guard in military fatigues, awaits [Toni Greaves and myself] at the end of the gangplank.

“Do you have repellent?” he asks.

My skin is lacquered in a stiff coat of stale sweat and deet. “Lots.”

“Good,” he says. “You’ll see at night. We can’t even talk to each other because of the mosquitoes that fly into our mouths.”

... The building in front of us has a peaked terra-cotta roof, brick-and-stucco walls, expansive glass windows, and no fewer than five remote-controlled Carrier air-conditioning units. At the front door, a dozen pairs of leather slippers wait for us. “Very Japanese,” Greaves observes. We remove our dirty shoes and take our first steps into Reverend Moon’s Victorious Holy Place.

All is silent. Wilson flips a switch, throwing light on what appears to be a dining hall. The large wooden tables, each covered with a plastic tablecloth, could accommodate about 100 people. They are vacant.

... A few hundred yards from the guard station, I spot a sportfishing boat docked at the riverside. It’s big—about 30 feet long, fiberglass, with a prominent cockpit. I ask Mister Date about it.

“Ah yes,” he says. “Reverend Moon designed that boat himself. It was brought here from New Jersey.”

... Apparently, the True Father’s fishing jones was a deciding factor in the placement of Puerto Leda. Moon first visited the Paraguay River on fishing trips in the 1990s, and by decade’s end he was cruising down it and ordering church members to wade along the muddy banks to plant 63 signposts demarcating the land he had decided to buy.

▲ Japanese “National Messiahs” with Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han (The Heavenly True Parents 天地父母님 ) on September 23, 1999.

In 1999, Moon called his most devoted Japanese followers to join him on a 40-day spiritual retreat outside Fuerte Olimpo, about 25 miles south of Puerto Leda. I’d read a brief description of those days on a church website. One Messiah had written: “It was very hot and we wanted to bathe in the water. But we could not because piranhas would come. It’s a big problem! Also there are problems with ants. One National Messiah became very sick from an ant bite. It’s a dangerous place. There are all these problems, but Father just says, ‘Ah, the purity of nature!’”

... In addition to calling for a return to Original Creation here, he told his devotees, in 2000, that “we need to build the best underwater palace in the world.”

... Near the end of their [40-days] together, Moon instructed them to build an ecologically sustainable city that could serve as a model for the whole world. The plan, such as it was, lacked specifics; not all of the founders agreed on what the city should look like. Yet they forged ahead, determined to create something extraordinary in a place where wilderness reigned.

Now, as I glance at the scene, I see huge dormitory buildings, guesthouses, and sheds for mechanical repairs. I count seven freshwater fish farms, fully stocked with pacu, a toothy species that looks like an overgrown piranha. I see no other people.

“Normally, there are about 10 of us who live here,” Mister Date tells me. “But this week six are away in Asunción. So there are just four now.”

We walk through early-morning light on smooth sidewalks, past manicured gardens of hibiscus and bougainvillea, beside an Olympic-size swimming pool. A young man hired from a nearby village slowly sweeps a filtering net through the deep end. Nothing—not a single foreign particle—seems to mar the clean blue rectangle of water. We enter a two-story communal building that resembles an office complex. I see Wilson in a small room, tapping away at a computer. We climb a stone staircase to the second floor, following Mister Date into what appears to be a rec room. There’s a television hooked up to a satellite system, and Mister Date pops a disc into a DVD player. The DVD, Mister Date tells us, explains everything.

The footage that flashes across the screen dates from 1999. We see the founding Messiahs walk across untamed wastes—the grounds where we now sit. They lay bricks in wet mud. They sand metal frames. They wash dishes in the river. They wear heavy clothing, light fires to keep the mosquitoes away, and sweat in the wavy heat. They stagger through gale-force winds.

Then, in a clip from 2000, we see Moon himself, touring the partially cleared grounds, wiping sweat from his brow, eating lunch, leaving in a private plane. The footage segues into scenes of the men working feverishly to build a luxury house for Moon and his wife, Hak Ja Han, who visited for a second and final time in late 2001.

▲ Sun Myung Moon and Hak Ja Han visited Puerto Leda twice, but only once after the mansion they ordered built for themselves was completed. They inaugurated the mansion on November 30, 2000 (above). Takeru Kamiyama is standing close to Moon, wearing a pale blue shirt.

▲ The view from the mansion.

The rest of the DVD covers more recent developments, and the highlights—set to swelling orchestral music—unfold like a training montage from Rocky. Messiahs erect the water tower. Man-made fishponds materialize on the grounds. A landing strip is planed flat by tractors. The Messiahs unload saplings from the Aquidaban, then plant them in sprawling groves. A group of about a dozen visiting Japanese students—the children of Unification Church members—help the Messiahs build a school in a nearby village. When the DVD ends and the lights come up, I’m exhausted just from watching all that drudgery. I look at Mister Date’s corded forearms, his gaunt face, his waspy waist. Every aspect of his being seems molded by toil. Even with the help of the local hires, the Messiahs labor all day, usually outside.

“It’s a lot of work just to maintain,” he admits.

The fact that only 10 men live here comes rushing back to me. The colony has actually lost population since its inception, despite all the construction. Four of the original Messiahs have returned to Japan. Only the hardest of the hardcore have stuck it out.

And this raises a couple of questions: Who are these guys? And why have they put themselves through this?

Mister Auki walks across the dining hall carrying a basket filled with whole fish freshly yanked from the river. He’s a short, balding Messiah whose task this morning, as on most days, is to catch something for the grill.

“I caught lots of piranha today,” he tells the men, his face splitting into a smile. “And also a five-kilogram pacu.”

The pacu is now part of the lunch buffet, which the four Messiahs plus Wilson, Greaves, and I spoon onto plates.

... In the beginning, the colonists hoped they would be joined by their wives (as well as many, many more followers). Every August, they invite children of Japanese church members to visit for a couple of weeks, but so far none have chosen to stay on. “My wife thinks that it is not realistic for her to move here yet,” Mister Owada says, “because we still have to raise the standard of living more.”

When I press him on how tough and lonely this must get, Mister Owada says it doesn’t bother him. Moon sanctified his personal sacrifices, promising the men that spiritual rewards would make up for their suffering. “Even if you die, what regret will you leave behind?” Moon asked the founders in 1999.

“We’re risking our lives for this cause,” Mister Owada says, his left eye twitching convulsively. “I like to risk my life,” he continues. “That is doing something worthwhile. We have continued to stick with this.”

Months later, after Moon’s death from complications from pneumonia, I will once again reach out to Mister Date to see if the True Father’s passing affects the Messiahs’ dedication. It doesn’t. They have the blessing of his widow, Mister Date says, and the ongoing feuds among the Moon children won’t affect them. They plan to work on Puerto Leda for at least another decade.

“Of course there is ecotourism potential here,” says Mister Date. We’re standing outside an unfinished three-story brick building near a shed that protects three car-size generators. Mister Date refers to the brick building as “the hotel,” but for the moment its only occupant is a stick-legged baby goat nosing around the food pellets being stored on the ground floor.

... “Why did you stop work on the hotel?” I ask.

He pauses and smiles politely. “In a small place, you can have disagreements easily,” he says. “They’re expecting us to be financially independent, but that’s not easy here.” The Messiahs, it seems, don’t always see eye-to-eye on the best way to reduce their dependence on member donations. Some want to concentrate on agribusiness and scrap the ecotourism idea. The hotel is unfinished because they aren’t sure whether opening the place to outsiders is a good idea.

▲ Puerto Leda from the air.

We walk on, past planted fields of lemongrass, oranges, mangoes, grapefruit, asparagus, sugarcane. The crops are struggling. If agriculture alone is expected to support the colony, there are some kinks to work out. The men have planted thousands of jatropha trees, which can be used to make biodiesel fuel, but hundreds of parrots zeroed in on them and ate all the fruit. During the most recent wet season, rising waters flooded many of the thousands of neem trees.

“It’s been a hard year,” Mister Date admits. “A lot of things have died because they were three months underwater.”

It’s clear that these guys have faith in miracles, and that’s exactly what’s needed here in Puerto Leda. Without one, the Victorious Holy Place seems destined to be another curious monument to human ambition and folly. But watching how hard the Messiahs work, I can’t help but admire their tenacity. The fanaticism that underlies their devotion to this cause must burn hot, but they hide it well. They’re not evangelical. They’re friendly and welcoming to those who don’t share their beliefs. They’re reflexively humble and generous and—whatever I might think of their motives—admirably tough. They’re underdogs. The kind of guys you root for.

During the last hours of my visit, Mister Date shows me something that might actually work out. “Japanese yams,” he announces, staring down at a plot of tilled soil. “They grow very large underground, up to 10 kilograms. They do well here.”

My immediate impulse is to celebrate this victory with hearty congratulations. I’m thrilled for his indefatigable yams. Maybe all the sweat that Mister Date has sunk into this plot will bear a little fruit. Maybe little victories like this can help other people in the Pantanal live richer lives. Maybe that’s enough.

Mister Date stares down at the dirt. “Unfortunately,” he says, “they taste very bad.”

... I head out toward the pool.

▲ The swimming pool at Puerto Leda.

He’s still there, the man with the net, sweeping as if he hasn’t let up since dawn. A shame: I didn’t bring any trunks. But I do have a pair of heavy cotton cargo shorts in my backpack. I walk to the dormitory and return wearing them. I ask the sweeper, “Does anyone ever use this pool?”

“Only the tourists,” he says.

The tourists? Based on a guest book I flipped through earlier, he must be referring to those Japanese students who visit every August, the occasional Paraguayan government official, and Greaves and me. ...

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Outside magazine https://www.outsideonline.com/

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Monte Reel’s Between Man and Beast: A Tale of Exploration and Evolution was published in March 2013 by Doubleday.

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/between-man-and-beast-monte-reel/1113244445#/

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Sun Myung Moon organization activities in Central and South America

Actividades de la Secta Moon en países de habla hispana

FFWPU President of IAPP Prosecuted for Money Laundering and Drug Smuggling in US Court; may be connected to UC / FFWPU Leadership

#Paraguay #Puerto Leda #Moonies #Sun Myung Moon #FFWPU #Family Federation for World Peace and Unification #Unification Church #天地父母님

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simulacrahelps · 6 years ago

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matematicofractal · 4 years ago

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Escritos que no son de mi autenticidad, pero sí de mi pasado y me remontan a aquel bonito recuerdo 1.°

«SEÑORA, MÁS GENTIL DE LO QUE SÉ EXPRESAR.

Señora, más gentil de lo que sé expresar,

por quien no hago más que gemir y suspirar,

éste, tu fiel amigo, bondadoso y cordial

-seguro lo conoces y comprenderás cuál-,

te dirige y envía la salud que él no tiene:

jamás tendrá algún bien si de ti no le viene.

Hace mucho, señora, que intento comprender

cómo conseguiré decirte mi querer,

mi pensamiento y los fines de mi intención:

por mensajero o por mi propio corazón;

por mensajero no me atrevo, temeroso

de que ello te moleste y resulte enojoso.

Lo dijera yo mismo, pero estoy tan turbado

por el amor, que, al verte, olvido lo pensado.

Remito para ti un mensajero muy fiel:

una misiva mía sellada va con él.

A ningún mensajero conozco más cortés

hi hábil para esconder lo que realmente es.

He aquí el consejo que me ha inspirado Amor,

a quien todos los días dirijo mi clamor:

ya que lo quiere, Amor me ha ordenado escribir

aquello que la boca no se atreve a decir.

No me atrevo a buscar ni pretexto ni excusa

al mandato en que Amor no tolera recusa.

Escucha pues ahora, señora, si lo quieres,

lo que mi carta te dirá donde estuvieses.

Señora cortés, dueña de un saber exigente

que te vuelve agradable para toda la gente,

eres poseedora de toda perfección

en el pensamiento, en la palabra, en la acción:

la gracia, la belleza, el encanto sutil,

el habla, la cultura, el cuerpo gentil,

tu radiante sonrisa, tu color, tu valor,

y demás cualidades; la mirada de amor,

las hermosas acciones y dichos de alegría,

son materia que me hacen meditar noche y día.

Cuando ocurre que no te voy a poder ver,

ni gozo ni deleite me es posible tener;

ni gozo ni deleite tengo, y soy como un muerto

si finalmente no puedo llegar al puerto;

porque la larga espera y el deseo de oír

de ti, y el mucho velar y el poco dormir,

el anhelo de verte y la preocupación

incesante me oprimen cruelmente el corazón.

Cien veces, noche y día, pido a Dios el horror

sombrío de la muerte si no tengo tu amor.

¿Cómo obtendré tu amor?: ya no tengo albedrío.

Sabe Dios que soy tuyo cien veces más que mío;

porque de ti, señora, conozco que me viene

lo que bien hago o digo, y cuanto me conviene.

El primer día que te vi, Amor penetró

en mi corazón con tal fuerza que encendió

una hoguera, que no menguó una vez prendida

y no se extingue: a diario aumenta, enardecida.

Mientras más alejado estoy de ti, señora,

más y más se acrecienta el amor, que te adora;

pero cuando sucede que te consigo ver,

o admirar, nada siento, no me sé conmover.

Sé que el dicho que suele decirse es falso: miente

lo de "ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente."

Señora, el corazón me duele al comprender

que no te podré ver. Y ya no sé que hacer.

Mi corazón fue allí el día que te vi;

nunca más ha podido separarse de ti:

no se aleja de ti ni un segundo, día y noche

vive contigo y te corteja,

día y noche está contigo allí donde esté, y no reposa

incapaz de pensar en cualquier cosa.

Si creo pensar en otra cosa, un mensaje

recibo: el corazón, proclive a tu hospedaje,

como tu mensajero, razona, me recuerda,

y de tu ser gentil la memoria se acuerda:

tu hermosa cabellera rubia, tu clara frente

que es más blanca que el lirio, tu mirada sonriente;

la nariz recta, el rostro de encendido color,

más blanco y sonrosado que ninguna flor;

la boca breve y húmeda, y los dientes, más blancos

que la plata acendrada, mentón, garganta, blancos,

y el pecho cual la nieve o la flor del espino;

tus bellas manos blancas, de largos dedos finos

y delicados, tu agraciada figura

donde nada es innoble y todo es hermosura;

tus respuestas sinceras y finas, tu agudeza,

la gentileza de tu trato, tu franqueza;

y el hermoso semblante que al fin me dirigiste

la primera ocasión que te vi y tú me viste.

Si el corazón te evoca y me dice todo esto,

me arrebata a tal grado que actúo descompuesto;

porque ya no sé adonde voy ni de donde vengo,

y es una maravilla si apenas me sostengo;

el corazón me falla y se me va el color:

tanto así me tortura, oh señora, tu amor.

De día padezco el rigor de esta batalla

y, con todo, en la noche sin piedad me avasalla.

Porque en el momento en que me he ido a acostar

y pienso que por fin lograré descansar,

comienzo a dar entonces vueltas y vueltas, giro,

me revuelvo, pienso una y otra vez, sí, suspiro

y después me levanto para luego sentarme,

sólo para enseguida regresar a acostarme;

y me recuesto entonces sobre el brazo derecho

y luego lo hago sobre el izquierdo y del lecho

arrojo las cobijas apresuradamente

para después taparme de nuevo lentamente.

Cuando creo que me he esforzado bastante,

saco los brazos y, las manos delante

del pecho, con los ojos hacia el sitio en que sé

que estás, voy repitiendo esto que contaré:

"¡Señora excelentísima, perfecta y agradable,

quiera Dios que en su vida le fuera una vez dable

a este fiel enamorado tuyo conocer

el día o la noche en que pueda ver por fin ver

furtiva o libremente, tu cuerpo deseado,

grácil y gentil, entre mis brazos, y besado dulcemente tus ojos y tu boca, que un beso

me valga más que cien, y me ate el embeleso!"

He dicho demasiado, pero no pude más;

he dicho demasiado, ya no debo hablar más.

Si bien únicamente una vez he expresado

lo que en el corazón mil veces he pensado.

Cierro los ojos, dejo escapar un gemido

y suspirando me voy quedando dormido.

Entonces va mi espíritu a ti, señora,

a ti, cuya presencia anhela a toda hora,

y de la misma forma como yo lo deseo

noches y días, cuando medito en ello, veo

que a placer te corteja, besa, abraza, acaricia.

Ser conde o rey desdeño: soñar es mi delicia.

Pues he aquí que prefiero dormitar disfrutando

a, anheloso sin fin, languidecer velando.

Ni Rodocesta, Biblis, Blancaflor, Tisbe, Elena,

ni Semíranis, Leda, Antígona, ni Ismena,

ni la hermosa Isolda, la de rubios cabellos,

gozaron con su amor de deleites tan bellos

ni la mitad de la dicha ni del deseo

que yo tengo contigo, o al menos eso creo.

De dulzura suspiro, y luego al despertar

abro fébril los ojos y contemplo el lugar

despacio, aquí y allí, y me imagino hallarte,

a mi lado, señora, mas no logro encontrarte

ni verte: cierro los ojos, vuelvo a la cara

junto a las manos, por si eso me deparara

el dormir; y sin éxito me reintegro a la dura

batalla de amor que me vence y me tortura.

Señora, no puedo ni la centésima parte

de mis penas ni de mis males enumerarte;

ni de los sufrimientos, angustias y dolores

que padezco, señora, por tu amor, Amor es

causa de mis tormentos: me abraso estando vivo

y en medio de esta hoguera me consumo cautivo.

Ahora te suplico, señora, por piedad,

que me absuelvas si peco o yerro, en soledad.

Escucha, señora, esta plegaria, la criatura

más gentil que en el mundo concibiera natura,

mucho más bella que bello día de mayo,

sombra de estío, sol de marzo, rosa de mayo,

lluvia de abril, flor de gracia, espejo de amor,

llave de leal mérito, recipiente de honor,

sol de juventud, germen y flor de discreción,

lugar de encanto, cámara de deleites, mansión de libertad... No sé decir, señora,

más ni puedo mejor. De rodillas ahora

te ruego que me aceptes como tu servidor

y que no dudes en prometerme tu amor.

No pido nada más porque ello no conviene;

todo queda en tus manos y a tu merced se atiene.

Y puesto que de mí mismo hago tu alabanza,

cuando menos prométeme brindarme tu esperanza

para que me consuele, si acaso tengo suerte,

magnífica esperanza mía, sí, hasta la muerte.

Pues prefiero con buena esperanza morir,

a despechado arder y dejarme abatir.

Señora: no me atrevo a insistir ni a rogar,

pero que Dios salve y te quiera guardar;

y, si quieres, devuélveme esta salutación.

¡Puesto que Amor ha obrado mi capitulación

por causa tuya, pido ahora, por mi bien,

que Amor que todo vence, te venza a ti también, Señora!»

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10 Mujeres aviadoras de América Latina que lucharon por cumplir su sueño de volar

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La participación de las mujeres en la aviación es escasa, principalmente en América Latina, y quizá sea porque el pilotaje de aeroplanos es considerado un trabajo netamente “masculino”. Sin confiscación, a lo abundante de la historia existieron mujeres de origen latino que derribaron los tabúes y consiguieron cumplir su más sobresaliente sueño: volar. Para hacerlo tuvieron que enredar todo tipo de retos con gran audacia, valentía y esfuerzo. Sin confiscación, lograron hacerlo, dejándonos un enorme mandatario.

A Genial.guru le impresionó conocer cómo 10 mujeres latinas, tanto del pasado como del presente, consiguieron hacerse un ocupación en la historia por sus importantes logros en el mundo de la aviación, y ahora quiere compartir más datos sobre ellas contigo.

1. Thereza di Marzo (1903 — 1986)

En 1922, Thereza di Marzo se convirtió en la primera mujer brasileña en obtener la abuso de piloto. Sus maestros fueron experimentados aviadores de la Primera Guerra Mundial, y, aunque su padre se opuso a su sueño, ella consiguió licenciarse. En 1923, a posteriori de mucho disputar, abrió el hangar “Thereza di Marzo”, sede de la Escuela de Aviación Ypirangaa.

En 1926 se casó con uno de sus instructores de planeo, Fritz Roesler. Ese bodorrio causó gran revuelo en la sociedad de entonces. Finalmente, su marido le prohibió retornar a volar. También clausuró la Escuela y el Club de Planeadores creados por Thereza. A pesar de este alejamiento, en 1976 recibió la Orden del Mérito Aeronáutico, como agradecimiento por su breve carrera en la aviación.

2. Anésia Pinheiro Machado (1904 — 1999)

Por un día de diferencia, Anésia Pinheiro Machado no fue la primera, sino la segunda mujer en obtener la abuso para volar en Brasil. A ella le fue mucho mejor que a Thereza, pues nadie se opuso a su carrera como piloto, en la que cosechó varios éxitos. En 1922, a posteriori de licenciarse, fue la primera mujer en aceptar a un pasajero en su avión. También fue la primera en participar en vuelos de equilibrismo.

A los 18 abriles, solo cinco meses de percibir el carné de piloto, Anésia realizó su primer delirio interestatal entre São Paulo y Río de Janeiro. Esto representó una gran correr para la época, pues el planeo se realizó en condiciones muy riesgosas. Le tomo cuatro días ascender a destino, donde las autoridades la recibieron para entregarle un premio: una medalla de oro obsequiada por el mismísimo Alberto Santos Dumont, pionero de la aviación brasileña.

3. Ada Leda Rogato (1910 — 1986)

Desde mancebo, Ada Rogato sintió pasión por el planeo, lo que la llevo a obtener la abuso para pilotar en 1935. Además, fue la primera mujer paracaidista. Destacó en acrobacias aéreas y, tiempo más tarde, trabajó como piloto agrícola en Brasil.

A partir de la plazo del 50, sus hazañas comenzaron a chillar la atención del mundo. Por ejemplo: fue la primera en cruzar los Andes, en ascender a Alaska, al aeropuerto de La Paz, Bolivia (el más detención del mundo en ese entonces), en cruzar la selva amazónica con solo una brújula, en ascender sola a Tierra del Fuego, Argentina, entre otras valientes proezas. Por su impresionante currículum, Ada fue la primera mujer en percibir el premio de la Orden del Mérito Aeronáutico, adicionalmente de otros importantes reconocimientos.

4. Margot Duhalde Sotomayor (1920 — 2018)

Tenía dieciséis abriles cuando decidió ser piloto de avión. Para ganar su objetivo, mintió sobre su antigüedad e ingresó al curso de pilotos en Chile. Una vez graduada, viajó a Europa, donde llegó a ser la primera mujer piloto de conflicto. Gracias a esa cometido, Margot tuvo la oportunidad de volar más de cien tipos de aviones. En 1947 volvió a su país procedente, donde trabajó como piloto privado y comercial.

Tiempo a posteriori llegó a ser la jefa de la torre de control en la Fuerza Aérea de Chile, cargo que mantuvo durante cuarenta abriles. Su increíble vida fue plasmada en un libro autobiográfico escrito por ella misma. Por supuesto, fue reconocida a lo abundante de su carrera con varios e importantes premios.

5. Mirta Vanni (1924)

Mirta Vanni fue parte del MGAP, durante tres décadas. Ingresó como piloto del Servicio Sutil y fue nombrada jefa de esa radio. Allí tuvo a su cargo a una planilla de 11 pilotos entre los que solo había dos mujeres que fueron contratadas por ellahttps://t.co/CWUXy4FVZq#8M2020 pic.twitter.com/SbiYM1VelG

— Silvia Flores (@floresimosquera) March 8, 2020

Nacida en Uruguay, Mirta Vanni decidió que quería ser piloto a los dieciséis abriles. Su comunidad le dio permiso, por lo que realizó el curso y recibió su carné en 1941. Se desempeñó más que carencia en el sector agrícola, realizando vuelos de fertilización y siembra. En ese ámbito tuvo una carrera repleta de logros y éxitos, los cuales la hicieron merecedora de importantes reconocimientos nacionales e internacionales.

También destacó como instructora de planeo y mecánica de mantenimiento. Llegó a ser Directora General del Servicio Sutil del Ministerio. En 1959 colaboró en el trasporte de personas y medicinas durante una gran inundación que afectó a su país. Finalmente, a posteriori de 43 abriles de trabajo y más de siete mil horas de planeo, Mirta se retiró de la actividad a la que dedicó su vida entera.

6. Joana Martins Castilho D’Alessandro (1924 — 1991)

Con tan solo 14 abriles, Joaninha, como solían llamarla, se convirtió en la acróbata aérea más mancebo del mundo. A esa antigüedad asimismo fue la primera en volar en solitario. En 1940 ganó el campeonato de equilibrismo y, a partir de ese momento, fue conocida como “la novia del aire”. Sus orgullosos padres apoyaron la creciente carrera de Joana solventando sus gastos de planeo.

El objetivo de la mancebo era que muchas más mujeres se animaran a participar en carreras aeronáuticas. Aunque nació en São Paulo, Brasil, creció y vivió en Taubaté. Se hizo tan famosa, que una bebida refrescante producida en la región llevaba su fotografía.

7. Berta Zerón (1924 — 2000)

Comenzó como secretaria en el Servicio Sutil Panini, en México, su país procedente. Dentro de ese entorno crecieron sus ganas de volar. En 1964 entró en la Escuela de Aviación Nacional, y a los 25 días experimentó su primer planeo en solitario. Obtuvo su abuso de piloto en 1965. También fue paracaidista e instructora de planeo, y en su acontecer hubo varias carreras, de las cuales ganó una en 1972.

Berta fue la primera mujer mexicana en obtener la abuso de Transporte Manifiesto Ilimitado (TPI) y en tripular aviones turborreactores. Se retiró en 1996, con más de diez mil horas de planeo y dos condecoraciones.

8. Olga E. Custodio (1953)

Olga se convirtió en la primera mujer piloto marcial hispana. Nacida en Puerto Rico, su padre era mangonero del Ejército de Estados Unidos. Este hecho, sumado a los viajes que experimentó desde pequeña, la animaron a volar. De mancebo intentó unirse al Cuerpo de Entrenamiento de Oficiales de Reserva, pero en ese momento solo podían hacerlo los hombres.

Abriles más tarde, con el apoyo de su cónyuge, solicitó cupo en la Escuela de Entrenamiento de Oficiales de la Fuerza Aérea de Estados Unidos y fue aceptada. Se graduó un año a posteriori. La asignaron a una saco en Texas, donde asimismo fue la primera mujer latina instructora de planeo. En 1988 concilió su trabajo en la Fuerza Aérea con el cargo de piloto comercial en American Airlines, siendo la primera capitana comercial latina. En ese puesto pudo tripular diferentes tipos de aviones tan grandes como el Boeing. Tras casi 24 abriles de servicio, Olga Custodio se retiró, y actualmente vive en Texas inmediato con su comunidad.

9. Marisol A. Chalas (1975)

De origen dominicano, Marisol Chalas comenzó su carrera como piloto marcial en Estados unidos, en 1990, posicionándose como una de las mejores en la Escuela de Aviación del Ejército. En 2001 recibió su comisión como Teniente Segundo, y, a partir de ahí, su carrera solo ascendió. En los abriles que lleva como piloto ha servido en varios puestos de liderazgo, e incluso tiene otros importantes títulos universitarios y una carrera en curso.

10. Andrea Cruz Hernández (1990)

Tiene 30 abriles y ya hizo historia. Andrea Cruz Hernández se convirtió en la primera mujer mexicana en ingresar al Colegio del Aire luego de que se abrieran los cupos femeninos. En 2009 realizó su primer planeo en solitario, pilotando un avión Bonanza. Ese mismo año se graduó como piloto, y en 2011 recibió la Licenciatura en Ciencias Militares Piloto Aviador. Su nombre será recordado por siempre porque ayer de que ella lograra entrar en las Fuerzas Armadas Mexicanas para tripular un avión, las mujeres no tenían golpe a estudiar esa especialización.

¿Cuál es tu anciano sueño? ¿Qué cualidad imitarías de estas mujeres para poder hacerlo efectividad? ¡Cuéntanos en los comentarios! Queremos leerte.

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1. Thereza di Marzo (1903 — 1986)

2. Anésia Pinheiro Machado (1904 — 1999)

3. Ada Leda Rogato (1910 — 1986)

4. Margot Duhalde Sotomayor (1920 — 2018)

5. Mirta Vanni (1924)

— Silvia Flores (@floresimosquera) March 8, 2020

6. Joana Martins Castilho D’Alessandro (1924 — 1991)

7. Berta Zerón (1924 — 2000)

8. Olga E. Custodio (1953)

9. Marisol A. Chalas (1975)

10. Andrea Cruz Hernández (1990)

¿Cuál es tu anciano sueño? ¿Qué cualidad imitarías de estas mujeres para poder hacerlo efectividad? ¡Cuéntanos en los comentarios! Queremos leerte.

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A Galaxy of Women, Chap. 4

The entire work can be found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11836590

The creators are looking for more contributors to this story, so if you’re interested, contact @afrenchclone or @salixsericea.

As always, I love me some feedback.

On their third morning in San Juan, Puerto Rico, around four o'clock, Delphine's phone rang. It was set to receive calls and texts from anywhere in Latin America, and the number calling was Costa Rican.

“Sí, hola?” Delphine said, pushing her hand through her hair and squinting at the sudden light as Cosima switched on a lamp. Her Spanish was good, but she preferred to have a little more warning before embarking on a conversation.

The woman on the other end said she was Marta, a bartender from Cahuita who'd gotten Delphine's number from Cosima several days earlier, when they were looking for Erika Maria Santos. Erika Maria, Marta told her, was in the hospital, and the prognosis was not good.

“Your friend, she said she was Erika's sister,” Marta said.

“Sí,” Delphine said, still reeling from sleep. “Sí, gracias.” She got the name of the hospital and confirmed that Marta was calling from her own personal phone and could receive calls. “One more thing,” Delphine said. “Does Erika know we're coming? Does she know about Cosima?”

It had been tricky figuring out how exactly to present themselves to all of the unaware Ledas. For those not presenting symptoms, it was simpler because they didn't have to rush. First, they got in touch with their medical providers and explained that they were conducting research on women with certain characteristics, and provided a financial incentive to women who participated. They were as specific as possible without identifying individuals, but in addition to the Ledas, they still ended up with a number of non-Leda women getting placebo injections, some money, and a pleasant smile from Dr. Cormier. It didn't catch nearly as many Ledas as they'd hoped, though, so they moved onto other tactics. They stalked the Ledas' social media sites, looking for signs of symptoms, and tried talking to friends and family members. If the Leda had a job that made them available to the public, like saleswoman or waitress, either Cosima or Delphine tried observing them that way, to determine the best ways of making contact. It was not so different from Delphine's early days as a Dyad monitor, a fact not lost on either of them. Of course, no matter how hard they tried, some of the clones were slipping through their fingers. In cases like Erika Maria Santos, slipping through could mean dying.

So, on the search for Erika Maria Santos, they had told everyone that Cosima was her long-lost sister. It wasn't wrong, and it was likely to get people's attention.

“No,” Marta said. “She's been unconscious since they brought her in. You're the only people I know to contact. She....” Marta's voice broke. “She needs to have her family here. In case... in case...”

“I know,” Delphine whispered. “We're on our way. Thank you.”

Beside her, Cosima sat up and yawned. “Lemme guess. We're going back to Costa Rica?”

“Sí,” Delphine said, forgetting her English for a moment. “To Limon. She's in hospital there.”

“Oh shit. Okay.” With that, Cosima was up and out of bed, turning on lights and gathering belongings even as she made her way to the bathroom.

* * *

“Out of curiosity,” Cosima asked, “how much did this flight cost?”

“All together? Just over $1,400 for us both.”

“Shit.” Their tickets from Toronto to Cartagena had been less than that. Cosima settled into her seat on the Copa Airlines flight Delphine had booked a few hours prior. She'd packed their bags while Delphine handled the travel arrangements, putting everything onto the debit card linked through the Sadler and Daughters Foundation, funded by Rachel Duncan. Cosima decided not to ask how much their bus trip from San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica, to Limon would cost, or the last minute hotel room. Their trip to San Juan had been last minute, too, but not nearly as close to the wire as this.

“We don't know how much time she has,” Delphine said softly. “It's worth the extra money.”

“Oh, no question. We're lucky we could even get a flight this early. And sitting together, too!” She tucked her hand into the side pocket of Delphine's pants and peered out the window at the lightening sky over Puerto Rico. “Too bad we couldn't get a direct flight, though. That's my only complaint.”

Delphine kissed her temple, knowing the complaint was minor, but that they would be exhausted by the time they reached Limon that evening. “Try to rest. We'll have to run once we get to Panama City for the layover.”

* * *

Cosima didn't remember falling asleep, but then Delphine was nudging her awake, and she found herself tucked against Delphine, her legs cramped and her chin damp with drool. “Mmpph,” she said.

“I know. Come on.”

Delphine wasn't wrong about needing to run in Panama City, either. Their layover was all of fifty-five minutes long, not even giving them enough time to use the bathroom between finding the connecting terminal and fighting through other travelers. Once they got to their gate, they had to stand in line behind gaggles of enthusiastic English-speaking young people with bulging hiking packs and loud voices which, in a more charitable mood, would have reminded Cosima of herself ten years earlier. Behind them, a family squabbled in Spanish while their toddler played a video on a phone with the speaker on. Cosima put both hands on top of her head and took a deep breath.

Erika Maria Santos is dying, she reminded herself. Her lungs are filled with blood, her kidneys have stopped working, and she's been unconscious for... how long now? Too long. She's dying. With that focus, it was a little harder to be upset by her fellow travelers. Just a little.

Delphine, meanwhile, took it all in stride. When they'd exited their last plane, Delphine had set a pace to their next terminal that nearly left Cosima in the dust, but now Delphine had settled into a practiced, empty state of indifference. Her face was blank, her posture relaxed, and her eyes fixed on some point in the middle distance. For all Cosima knew, Delphine had fallen asleep with her eyes open, and even the sudden scream of the toddler or burst of laughter from the college kids did nothing to rouse her. Cosima had a feeling that pinching her would get a reaction, but it was neither the time nor the place for that sort of brattiness.

To keep herself sane and her hands to herself, Cosima pulled out her cell phone and took it off airplane mode. A few seconds later, a string of messages from Sarah popped up, starting almost an hour prior.

These kids are driving me fucking nuts. I'm going to kill them. Srsly. Alison's useless. Felix is gone. Send help.

Despite herself, Cosima laughed. Sarah had custody of Charlotte for the summer, since the arrangement with Art and his ex-wife had run its course. Charlotte was a great kid, but it still meant that Sarah had two prepubescent girls under her roof. She remembered driving her own parents crazy at that age when they'd spent weeks out to sea together, and there'd only been one Cosima.

You'll be fine, she texted back. Put them outside if you have to.

Five minutes later, the line began inching forward, and Sarah replied. Fuck that. I'm going to kill both of them.

Don't. Skype later? Flight's right now.

Before she got a response, the check-in line picked up, and she and Delphine shuffled onto the plane back to Costa Rica.

* * *

Twelve hours later, they finally collapsed onto a hotel bed in Limon, their luggage dropped carelessly at the foot of the bed, medical equipment set a bit more carefully upon the luggage rack.

“Tomorrow's better,” Cosima murmured. “Fuck today.”

Delphine didn't respond, but turned her head to look at Cosima. They'd visited Erika Maria Santos in the hospital, long enough to determine that she was stable and for Delphine to show the staff her medical credentials. They would return the next day to begin treatment.

“I don't think the doctor had any idea what you were saying there towards the end,” Cosima said. “I think half of it was in French.”

“Probably.” Delphine couldn't remember what she'd said, either, but it was enough to convince the doctors to let her come back tomorrow. Rolling over, she scooted towards Cosima and wrapped an arm and a leg around her. “I was hoping we could begin treatment today, though.”

Cosima dropped a light kiss onto her nose. “Yeah, but if you’re too tired to figure out how your phone works, you probably shouldn't be sticking needles in someone's uterus.”

“Mmmf.” When she closed her eyes, Delphine saw Erika Maria on her hospital bed, hooked up to a nasal cannula, heart monitor, neural electrodes, and kidney dialysis. The yellowish tinge on her skin indicated liver problems, as well. The only other patient she'd seen with such an advanced case had been Jennifer Fitzsimmons. At least Erika Maria hadn't her lost her hair; it lay in dark, matted clumps around her head and shoulders. She wore traces of makeup that no one had bothered to wash off since her arrival. She could have been Cosima.

That was the thought Delphine couldn't shake. It could have been Cosima dying there, her body turning violently against her, her family more than a country away. No, she thought, Cosima would have had her family there, just not her parents. Her sisters would have been there. Siobhan would've been there. She tightened her arm around Cosima's midsection and pressed her face into the crook of her neck. Cosima smelled like stale sweat and public bathroom soap, but that was all she smelled like. There was no blood, no bile, no hospital sanitation odors to be found. A moment later, Cosima shifted and took a deep, untroubled breath, and Delphine sighed against her skin.

��Are you gonna fall asleep like that?” Cosima asked.

“Maybe.”

A silent laugh shook Cosima's body. “You'll be uncomfortable when you wake up.” She reached a hand around to unhook Delphine's bra through her shirt, then wiggled her hand under Delphine's twisted torso to undo her belt, rather a more difficult feat from this angle. “Come on, roll over. Let's get you undressed.”

Delphine smirked as she rolled onto her back. “If that's your idea of a come on...”

In response, Cosima reached up under Delphine's shirt and pinched the underside of her right breast, making her squeak and jerk up from the bed. With a pretend scowl, Delphine propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Cosima, who gave her a pointy smile from her position above Delphine's hips.

“You look a little more awake now,” Cosima commented, unfastening Delphine's pants and tugging down a bit to kiss her right above her pubic hair, then dropping light kisses up to her navel. Delphine whined and fell back onto her back.

“Barely.” She stroked her hand over Cosima's hair. She wanted to undo the bun Cosima'd had her dreads in all day, but she lacked the energy. If Cosima tried going down on her now, she would probably just fall asleep.

Luckily, Cosima saw the same eventuality. Nudging Delphine to raise her hips, she pulled Delphine's pants down and off, and folded them neatly beside their suitcase. She needed more help to get Delphine's shirt off, but within a few minutes she had Delphine in nothing but her underwear. Once her work was done, she sat several inches away, looking down at her with that side smile of hers. Delphine tried meeting her eyes, but her eyelids kept closing. Soon, Cosima was tucked a blanket up around her shoulders, though Delphine didn't remember getting under the covers.

“You'll be here in the morning,” Delphine murmured.

“Yes, I will, love.” Cosima kissed her and stroked her cheek. “I promise.”

* * *

They gave Erika Maria the first treatment early the next day. She had woken up long enough to be introduced to Delphine and to consent to the treatment. Her friend Marta was there for part of the day, holding her hand and reading to her from a trashy romance novel they both loved, while Delphine and Cosima sat nearby and monitored her progress.

“Will she be okay?” Marta asked.

“Sí,” Delphine assured her. “The treatment's had a 100% success rate so far.”

As a scientist, Cosima worried about claiming such a high rate, but she knew it was true. After all, the only two subjects who'd been treated after showing serious symptoms were her and Charlotte, and they were both fully recovered. Thinking of Charlotte reminded her of Sarah's text the morning prior. Once she and Delphine made sure Erika Maria wasn't having any immediate reactions to the treatment, they headed out into the city, and Cosima texted Sarah back.

Skype tonight?

Sarah replied much later in the day, after Cosima and Delphine had strolled through most of the town and bought a few souvenirs to send back to Toronto. YES, Sarah said. Please.

“Uh oh.”

Delphine looked back at her from the rack of skirts she was looking at. “What's the matter?”

“Sarah's struggling with the girls. I'll Skype with her tonight.”

“Mmm. Sarah's not used to being a full-time mother.” She turned back to look at the skirts, so Cosima couldn't see her face, but her tone was neutral.

“I guess not. She's doing her best, though. Probably doing better than I would be in her position.”

“Did she get the presents you sent?”

“I guess so. She didn't say.” Charlotte's birthday had been a week earlier, and Cosima had sent her a small gift from Brazil as well as a large rock collection from an online science store. It was Charlotte's first birthday with her clone family, and Cosima felt bad being away for it. The least she could do was send her a nice birthday present.

That night, Delphine settled onto a chair on their third-floor hotel balcony with a novel and Cosima's shawl wrapped around her shoulders while Cosima Skyped her sister back in Canada. While she waited for Sarah to answer, Cosima watched Delphine stretch and prop her slender feet onto the rain-spattered-railing.

The computer blooped and bleeped, and Sarah's face appeared on the screen. “Hey, Cos. What country are you in now?”

“Costa Rica. We've been bouncing around a lot recently, though.”

“Recently?” Sarah asked. “Since you left Canada you've been bouncing around a lot. You and Delphine aren't sick of each other yet, are you?”

“No.” She glanced back at her girlfriend on the balcony and smiled. “No, I don't think we're in much danger of that right now. Still very much in love.”

“Good.” Sarah sighed and leaned back in her chair. She was sitting in the kitchen of her house, and behind her Cosima saw the drawings from the girls, mostly Kira, she suspected, on the refrigerator. “How's everything else?” she asked. “You curing a lot of sisters?”

“Yup. Eleven vaccinations, one treatment. The girl we saw today was in pretty bad shape. Worse than I was, but she'll be okay now.”

“You're saving lives out there, Cos.”

“Yeah.” Cosima grinned at that. “Yeah, we are. But tell me what's going on with you.”

Sarah pushed her hands through her hair and looked past the laptop, then shook her head. Dropping her voice a bit, she said, “Charlotte's not doing well.”

“No? What's wrong?”

“I dunno. Hormone stuff, maybe, but I think it could be more than that. Kira's being a little brat, too, so that's not helping.”

Cosima nodded sympathetically. Kira was nine now, nudging up into puberty, and Cosima suspected that some of the hormone treatments she'd gotten at Dyad still had lingering effects. Charlotte was eleven. Just before they left, Art told them that Charlotte had started her period, but she didn't want anyone to know about it. Cosima remembered well how she'd felt at that age, when a slight correction from her mother could send her running away sobbing and slamming doors.

“Thanks for the presents, by the way,” Sarah went on, but Cosima caught a note of something other than gratitude in her voice.

“Did Charlotte like them?”

“Well, she liked the wooden puzzle thing and the map of the Amazon.”

There was a pause, so Cosima prompted, “and the rock collection?”

Sarah sighed again. “When she opened that, she ran up to her room crying and didn't come down for the rest of the day.”

“Oh, shit.” As soon as she heard that, it made sense. Charlotte had loved her rock collection on the island, when Cosima first met her and she was living with Susan Duncan, but she wasn't able to bring it with her when they left. The gift had been meant as a replacement, but now Cosima could see that it was a reminder of what Charlotte had lost.

“Yeah, I dunno. She hasn't looked at it since. I thought about sending it back, but I figured I'd talk to you about it first.”

“Don't send it back. Give her a little time. Maybe put it somewhere she can't see it, but she knows where it is. If she doesn't want it in a couple of months, we'll find someone else who does. It's okay.”

“Yeah.” Sarah smirked then. “Maybe I'll give it to Helena. She can give the boys fancy rocks to play with instead of regular ones.”

“There you go. Great plan.”

Sarah picked up a mug and looked into its depths before speaking again. “Charlotte wants to live with you. She's said that a couple of times. She's gotten Kira saying that she wants to live with you, too, a couple times.”

“Really?” Cosima looked around the hotel room. It was nice, though not as nice as the price would suggest, and small. When they showered, the entire bathroom floor got wet no matter how careful they were, but it did have a nice heated towel rack. Regardless, it was a fine room for a pair of love-struck scientists on a mission, not for an eleven-year-old. “Charlotte knows that Delphine and I aren't really living anywhere right now, right?”

“Oh, yeah, she knows. She wants to be out traveling with you two, instead of stuck here, going to middle school orientation next week.”

“Well, yeah, I mean, nobody likes middle school. She's got a lot to be nervous about.”

“She doesn't have to yell at me about it, though.”

Charlotte yelling was a difficult picture to imagine, but she took Sarah's word for it. “Maybe we can Skype with her. We're heading back to Brazil tomorrow afternoon, so maybe the day after that?”

“Sounds good to me.”

After closing Skype, Cosima stepped out onto the balcony. “¿Todo bien?” Delphine asked.

“Mmm... Charlotte says she wants to come traveling with us.”

“Please don't tell me you told her yes.”

Leaning against the railing, Cosima took Delphine's big toe between her thumb and forefinger and gently wiggled it. Delphine's feet were just as graceful as her hands; she was the only woman whose toes Cosima enjoyed sucking on. “I did not. Don't worry. I would be happy to have her once we've settled down and cured everybody, but until then...” She shook her head. “Not a good idea.”

“No, it's not.” Delphine closed her novel and set it in her lap as Cosima moved on to wiggle each of her toes in turn, then ran her thumb up the sole of each foot, firmly enough not to tickle.

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” Cosima asked.

“After we've cured everyone. What we'll do then.”

“Yeah?” Cosima moved her hand to Delphine's ankle, stroking the tendon above her heel up to the lower part of her calf. Delphine was wearing a long flowy skirt, and in this position, Cosima could reach over and reveal most of Delphine's legs with just a flick of her hand. She held back, for now. “What about that?”

She propped her head in her hand and watched Cosima play with her feet some more before answering. “We'll have to get real jobs. Every time I start working on my CV, it's gets too complicated, so I stop.”

Real jobs. Cosima had not thought about getting a real job since she left Dyad. Staying alive, finding a cure, finding Delphine, and caring for her sisters had always been more important. She didn't really want to start thinking about it now, either, so she slid her hand farther along Delphine's calf. “We've got time later to worry about that.

“Yes, I know.” Delphine sucked her lower lip in between her teeth and worked on it for a moment. “We could live together,” she said.

Even just hearing her say those words made Cosima's heart melt. A smile spreading across her face, she said, “We could. I was kind of hoping that we would, actually. I don't know where we'll be, but I want us to be together.”

Delphine's large dark eyes softened, and she took her feet from the damp railing to lean towards Cosima. Taking her by the waist, she tilted her head up to kiss her, then pulled her down into her lap. Cosima pushed her fingers through Delphine's still-damp curls and tasted the residue of the beer they'd had with dinner on Delphine's tongue. “Come on,” she whispered, “there's a bed inside that's a lot more comfortable than this chair.”

#orphan black fanfiction #post-canon #cophine

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treago · 8 years ago

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All evens stevens u fuck

Who have you hurt the most?

uh, no one, i am without flaws

also i dont know, probably this girl i didnt date. I told her she was annoying in ways that are very specific to her personality

Who do you want out of your life the most?

happiness

Who had the biggest negative impact on you?

some teacher im sure, but i cant remember why

Who have you harbored (any kind of!) secret feelings towards?

like literally every girl i interact on the regular im like HEeeeeey you are very cute yes

Who do you wish you’d treated differently?

wish i was meaner to some of my old employees theyd have been fucking worthwhile

What’s your greatest fear?

dying and death

What’s your biggest regret?

not being more outgoing in the past, going to college in general, and/or not finishing college , not having a real interest in anything strongly enough to have a dream of a career

Describe your personal hell.

having to do something important with incompetent people when i could easily do it on my own and their incompetence is preventing me from doing it incredibly easily

What’s the most embarrassed you’ve ever been?

i guess this time i forgot people had have sex before and was like what the fuck do you know about sex

mostly because its the only time i remember being embaressed that is not recent..

What’s the saddest you’ve ever been?

when leda broke up with me

What’s the most hopeless you’ve ever felt?

when i was being kicked out of college

What’s the bravest you’ve ever felt?

sometimes i try new food, sometimes its in front of other people telling me to do it

What’s the worst case scenario for you future?

dead

What’s the most emotional pain you’ve ever felt?

leda broke up with me

Describe a time you felt like a traitor.

lots of my friends stopped being friends with each for no particular reason and i am friendly with everyone so sometimes i feel bad about

Describe a time you felt inhuman.

when i was getting my cyst taken out of the back of my leg i decided to look at the procedure and i saw a giant hole in my leg and thats so unsettling

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

cheated on a person after they cheated on me? idk

What’s your relationship with your family like?

pretty good. Everyone is nice to one another for the most part. We dont get in each others way much though

Talk about someone you’ve lost.

the only person ive lost is my grandmother on my mothers side but shes from puerto rico so i never saw her a whole lot. I am person, mostly having not experienced loss

Talk about a desire you have that scares you.

im worried that my love for titties will esclipse and blind me to characters flaws and ill get into a relationship thats terrible

What’s something you’re afraid that you’re capable of?

well i know im capable of ignoring others feelings to a startling high degree that i hurt someone

Describe your worst heartbreak.

leda

Have you ever taken a fall for someone?

not that i can recall right now

Have you ever done serious physical harm to someone?

no, i dont think, i dont fight people

Have you ever self-harmed?

Have you ever stolen something?

Have you ever been cheated on?

yes

Have you ever seriously considered killing somone?

no what the literal fuck

Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

#bob-nixilis

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10 Mujeres aviadoras de América Latina que lucharon por cumplir su sueño de volar

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1. Thereza di Marzo (1903 — 1986)

2. Anésia Pinheiro Machado (1904 — 1999)

3. Ada Leda Rogato (1910 — 1986)

4. Margot Duhalde Sotomayor (1920 — 2018)

5. Mirta Vanni (1924)

— Silvia Flores (@floresimosquera) March 8, 2020

6. Joana Martins Castilho D’Alessandro (1924 — 1991)

7. Berta Zerón (1924 — 2000)

8. Olga E. Custodio (1953)

9. Marisol A. Chalas (1975)

10. Andrea Cruz Hernández (1990)

¿Cuál es tu anciano sueño? ¿Qué cualidad imitarías de estas mujeres para poder hacerlo efectividad? ¡Cuéntanos en los comentarios! Queremos leerte.

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Notes on Moonie Drug Trade

Japanese missionaries at Puerto Leda in Paraguay

Excerpt from A Brief History of Drug Trafficking: How the Narcotics Trade has served Imperialism

The increased American presence in the Golden Triangle in relation to the Secret War in Laos meant an increase in the supply of heroin coming out of the Golden Triangle, which would skyrocket with the formal entry of the United States into the Vietnam War in 1964. Heroin smuggling out of the Golden Triangle during this time was overseen by CIA officer Theodore Shackley, who also organized the murderous “Phoenix Program” in Vietnam, in which commandos were sent in to slaughter civilians suspected of communist sympathies - an approach which was paralleled by the US-backed anti-communist mass murders in Indonesia initiated around the same time. Seeing the gruesome “success” of these death squad programs, the CIA would bring them over to the Western Hemisphere where they would go hand-in-hand with the expansion of drug trafficking networks.

In Latin America, where the United States had already established a long history of coup plotting, the lessons of the Golden Triangle would be implemented much closer to home. With the backing of the CIA, the Dirección Federal de Seguridad (DFS) in Mexico would carry out a “Dirty War” through the 1960s and 1970s, kidnapping, torturing, murdering and “disappearing” dissidents, in a pattern similar to the techniques implemented by the CIA in Operation Gladio and the Phoenix Program. In turn, these tried-and-true methods would be used throughout much of Latin America in the 1970s and 1980s during Operation Condor, manifesting in instances such as the mass killings and “disappearances” of suspected left-wing sympathizers in Pinochet’s Chile and another “Dirty War” carried out in Argentina. At the same time of these operations, the DFS was working closely with certain drug traffickers, allowing them to rise to prominence. For example, during the early 1980s, the Guadalajara Cartel collaborated with and received protection from the DFS to smuggle drugs for the CIA. Later when the DFS was eventually dissolved and replaced with a new intelligence agency in 1985, several former DFS agents would go on to become major Mexican drug lords, such as Rafael Aquilar Guajardo, one of the founders of the Juarez Cartel, and Juan Jose Esparragoza Moreno, one of the founders of the Sinaloa Cartel. One last detail of note about the DFS would be that at the direction of the CIA, they also provided training for the Nicaraguan Contras, tying them into one of the most publicized instances of US facilitated drug trafficking.

To summarize the facts as covered by journalist Gary Webb, who was found in his home in 2004 “suicided” with two gunshots to the head, the CIA allied with Nicaraguan cocaine traffickers to smuggle crack cocaine into black communities during the 1980’s in order to fund the anti-communist guerilla activities of the Contras in their insurgency against the socialist government of Nicaragua. Just as in the 1940’s the CIA smuggled heroin into black communities such as Harlem, where communist activism had become especially prevalent, in order to provide funding for the anti-communist efforts of Operation Gladio in Europe, the agency did the same with crack cocaine in the 1980’s to deal a killing blow to the black militancy that the American government had worked hard to undermine throuhgout the 1960’s and 1970’s through operations such as COINTELPRO, as well as to fund the anti-communist efforts of far right death squads and drug traffickers in Latin America. Nicaragua wasn’t the only part of the Western Hemisphere where the CIA was facilitating the cocaine trade through the use of anti-communist paramilitaries, of course. In Colombia, the agency would endorse the organization of the Texaco and Colombian government-backed paramilitary Muerte a Secuestradores, who were lead by none other than the infamous drug lord Pablo Escobar, in their struggle against the communist Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia, or FARC, with indirect American support to Escobar’s private army being justified with the claim that FARC were drug traffickers.

While cocaine was brought in from Latin America, disengagement in Vietnam and Laos created a need for another source of opiates in the late 1970’s. An alternative was quickly found in the form of the Golden Crescent region which stretches from Iran through Pakistan. Specifically this new source was found in Afghanistan, where the CIA saw natural allies in the anti-communist muhajadeen fighting against the Soviet Union. As a result, with the backing of the CIA these anti-Soviet guerillas would quickly turn their country into the new largest national exporter of opium by the mid-1980’s. This flow of opiates out of Afghanistan was only disrupted in 2000 when the Taliban began engaging in a UN-backed program to eliminate the country’s poppyfields, but a certain incident in the autumn of 2001 would suddenly give the United States reason enough to bring their military into the country and allow the trafficking of opiates to continue unimpeded. Since 2001, Afghanistan has been the world’s leading drug exporter, supplying 90% of global heroin during the two decades of American occupation in which the military “failed” to suppress its cultivation and export.

Moon and Han at Puerto Leda, with Kamiayama and other Japanese missionaries Excerpt from Moonies accused of involvement in drugs (The Irish Times, 2004)

. . . Senator Domingo Laino sees a different pattern in Moon's acquisitions. "There are two principal branches to Moon's interest in Paraguay," he said, "control of the largest fresh drinking water source in the world and control of the narcotics business", which is so prevalent in this area. "President Lula told me that Brazil took serious measures to curb Moon a few years back as it became evident that he was buying up the border between our two countries," said the senator.

Allegations from local law enforcement officials support this claim. The so-called Dr Montiel, Paraguay's drugs tsar from 1976-89, said: "The fact that they came and bought in Chaco and on both sides of the Brazilian border is very telling. It is an enormously strategic point in both the narcotics and arms trades and indeed the available intelligence clearly shows that the Moon sect is involved in both these enterprises."

Paraguay is the major drugs port through which virtually all the cocaine produced by Bolivia and Peru passes. In the world's second most corrupt country, "the ease of buying influence is second to none", said Montiel. "Corruption reaches dangerous levels and he who wants transparency in Paraguay is a dead man. Indeed the famous Iran contra affair was operated from Ciudad del Este" on the south-east Paraguayan border with Argentina and Brazil.

Not content with expanses of potentially invaluable land, Rev Moon has also taken over entire towns, including factories and homes. In Puerto Casado, tensions between Moon disciples and locals led to violent confrontation over the last year following the closure of the only source of work, a lumber factory, and the dismissal of 19 workers who tried to form a union in order to demand an eight-hour day and the national minimum wage of £80 sterling per month.

According to Senator Emilio Camacho: "The Moon sect is a mafia. They seek to subvert government control and are effectively building a state within a state. I believe they are hoping the local population will leave so they have unquestioned authority in the zone and are free to do whatever they want."

This is not the first time such accusations have been levelled against Rev Moon and his associates in South America. Last June, the Chilean government refused to recognise the sect as a religious association and accused them of being "a danger to society". An aid to the Chilean Interior Minister described Rev Moon's ideology, somewhere to the right of the Taliban's Mullah Omar, as "profoundly anti-communist, xenophobic and with a marked Nazi inspiration". Venezuela and Honduras have expelled the cult.

Rev Moon's South American adventure began in 1994 during a fishing trip. Rev Jung Min Hong, vice-president of Victoria S.A., said: "A golden El Dorado fish jumped into his boat. The reverend was awestruck by its beauty and decided that he must invest here for love of the environment, in order to protect nature."

Having decided to buy land in the area, he first visited (according to local Zeta magazine) the city of Pedro Juan Caballero in the province of Amambay. Provincial governor Mr Roberto Acevedo said: "This is the Mecca of the narcotics trade where dealers live with complete immunity. They own judges, the police, even politicians."

Rev Moon travelled there with Fermin De Alarcon, a Spanish financier, in the latter's private jet. Mr De Alarcon tried unsuccessfully to sell the religious leader his Banco General and is currently a fugitive from the Paraguayan justice system after withdrawing all the funds in that and other banks before disappearing.

Rev Moon bought the Banco de Credito in 1996, in nearby Uruguay, the banking hub of Latin America. On the day of opening under its new ownership, the Uruguayan bank employees' union blew the whistle on a suspected money-laundering scheme after a procession of 4,200 Japanese women, all Moon-followers, allegedly deposited up to $25,000 each in cash. By the end of business that day, $80 million had been deposited.

The same year saw the inauguration of Rev Moon's local media empire: Tiempos del Mundo, a newspaper distributed in the majority of the major capitals across South America. At the opening of the offices in Buenos Aires, George Bush snr was guest of honour and referred to Rev Moon, one of his major benefactors at the time of his first electoral campaign, as "a man of honour". Indeed the reverend forged strong links with the Republican Party, not least by opening the Washington Times in 1982, estimated to lose some $50 million a year and once described by Bush as "so valuable in Washington, where we read it every day".

From Amambay, Rev Moon moved across the border to the town of Ponta Pora in the southern Brazilian province of Mato Grosso do Sul, famous for its vast marijuana plantations. He bought nearly 200,000 hectares and built a "model city" called the New Hope Garden. He also owns a hotel there in the city of Porto Mortinho, home to Fahd Yamil, who Governor Acevedo described as "the Vito Corleone of the zone. He commands the price of everything and everyone who operates in the zone has to pay him for protection."

In 1999, the Brazilian federal police launched an investigation into the involvement of Rev Moon's associates in money-laundering and tax evasion, amidst accusations of drug-running. By October of that year, he had down-sized his operation in Brazil and bought land in Paraguay. According to local landowners, everything was paid for in cash, often for more than it was actually worth.

Construction began immediately on a new model city, Puerto Leda. Reverend Sano, the secretary-general of Rev Moon's Foundation for Sustainable Development, which has its base in Leda, claimed only $4 million was invested to build everything from a landing-strip to a power plant. The town is also equipped with a 25-metre swimming pool and its own police and navy stations, even though Rev Sano claims it is only home to 10 Japanese sect members.

Rev Moon's first involvement in the continent came during the late 1970s when his organisation donated the first $100,000 to Oliver North's Nicaraguan Freedom Fund. The religious leader was implicated in many of the so-called Contra scandals during the Reagan-Bush administration.

Rev Moon's ideology allowed him to cuddle up to many South American dictators during this era. Indeed, according to Bolivian intelligence reports at the time, he sought to recruit an "armed church" of 7,000 Bolivians receiving paramilitary training to support the infamous cocaine coup which brought Gen Carlos Meza to power with Nazi war criminal Klaus Barbie running his security operations.

Asked about these activities, Rev Sano admitted his organisation was "very anti-communist ... The third world war will be fought between those who believe in God, namely democrats, and those who do not believe in God - communists."

Kirsti Nevalainen on the Unification Church’s drug-trafficking:

It is not really a big secret where Sun Myung Moon and the Unification Church got their vast funds from. Sun Myung Moon was involved in the global drug trade through his alliance with the China lobby of Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek and the Asian People’s Anti-Communist League (APACL, later the World Anti-Communist League WACL). They all have derived their considerable budgets from drug trafficking. In South and Central America the local branch of WACL was called the Alianza Anticommunista Americana (AAA) which combined drug trafficking and right-wing terrorist activity.

#unification church #drug trade #drug trafficking #moonies #communism #anti-communism #thomas ward #CIA #WACL #world anti-communist league #puerto leda #unification church in latin america #unification church in south america #unification church in central america #ffwpu #family federation for world peace and unification #Kirsti Nevalainen

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 5 years ago

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Sun Myung Moon’s FFWPU accused of involvement in drugs trade in Paraguay in 2004

https://www.irishtimes.com/news/moonies-accused-of-involvement-in-drugs-1.1161827

October 14, 2004 The Irish Times

PARAGUAY: The Reverend Moon has carved out a section of Paraguay that is twice the size of Luxembourg. Séamus Mirodan went to see it.

Reverend Sun Myung Moon, spiritual leader of the Unification Church, self-proclaimed Messiah, multimillionaire and a generous contributor to the US Republican Party, has been showing a strong interest over the last five years in little-known Paraguay at the centre of the South American continent.

Since 1999, Rev Moon has built his personal empire which begins on the marshy banks of the River Paraguay and stretches beyond the hazy, level horizon through 600,000 hectares of arid land – equivalent to more than two Luxembourgs – punctuated by solitary clusters of withered trees and sad bushes which struggle desperately for air.

The scorching sun beats relentlessly on one of Latin America’s most desolate zones. It is here in the northern province of Chaco, directly above the Guaraní aquifer, the largest resource of fresh drinking water in the world, where Moon’s associates claim he wishes to build an ecological paradise.

Nevertheless, national Senator Domingo Laino sees a different pattern in Moon’s acquisitions. “There are two principal branches to Moon’s interest in Paraguay,” he said, “control of the largest fresh drinking water source in the world and control of the narcotics business”, which is so prevalent in this area. “President Lula told me that Brazil took serious measures to curb Moon a few years back as it became evident that he was buying up the border between our two countries,” said the senator.

Allegations from local law enforcement officials support this claim. The so-called Dr Montiel, Paraguay’s drugs tsar from 1976-89, said: “The fact that they came and bought in Chaco and on both sides of the Brazilian border is very telling. It is an enormously strategic point in both the narcotics and arms trades and indeed the available intelligence clearly shows that the Moon sect is involved in both these enterprises.”

Paraguay is the major drugs port through which virtually all the cocaine produced by Bolivia and Peru passes. In the world’s second most corrupt country, “the ease of buying influence is second to none”, said Montiel. “Corruption reaches dangerous levels and he who wants transparency in Paraguay is a dead man. Indeed the famous Iran contra affair was operated from Ciudad del Este” on the south-east Paraguayan border with Argentina and Brazil.

According to Senator Emilio Camacho: “The Moon sect is a mafia. They seek to subvert government control and are effectively building a state within a state. I believe they are hoping the local population will leave so they have unquestioned authority in the zone and are free to do whatever they want.”

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In 1999, the Brazilian federal police launched an investigation into the involvement of Rev Moon’s associates in money-laundering and tax evasion, amidst accusations of drug-running. By October of that year, he had down-sized his operation in Brazil and bought land in Paraguay. According to local landowners, everything was paid for in cash, often for more than it was actually worth.

Construction began immediately on a new model city, Puerto Leda. Reverend Sano, the secretary-general of Rev Moon’s Foundation for Sustainable Development, which has its base in Leda, claimed only $4 million was invested to build everything from a landing-strip to a power plant. The town is also equipped with a 25-metre swimming pool and its own police and navy stations, even though Rev Sano claims it is only home to 10 Japanese sect members.

Rev Moon’s first involvement in the continent came during the late 1970s [in Uruguay] and when his organisation donated the first $100,000 to Oliver North’s Nicaraguan Freedom Fund [in the 1980s]. The religious leader was implicated in many of the so-called Contra scandals during the Reagan-Bush administration.

Rev Moon’s ideology allowed him to cuddle up to many South American dictators during this era. Indeed, according to Bolivian intelligence reports at the time, he sought to recruit an “armed church” of 7,000 Bolivians receiving paramilitary training to support the infamous cocaine coup which brought Gen Carlos Meza to power with Nazi war criminal Klaus Barbie running his security operations.

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FFWPU President of IAPP (The International Association of Parliamentarians for Peace) Prosecuted for Money Laundering and Drug Smuggling in US Court; suspicions of connections to UC / FFWPU Leadership

“When the economy in Japan crashed, a lot of our money came from South America, mainly Brazil.”

Uruguay’s freewheeling banking system that operated as a laundromat for drug money. Moon bought a bank.

$80 million was deposited in Uruguay over the course of a week. It still had the U.S. Federal Reserve band around it.

How Sun Myung Moon’s organization helped to establish Bolivia as South America’s first narco-state.

In 1985 the Washington Times sponsored a fund for the Contras who committed atrocities, and trafficked drugs to the US

Suspicion Following Sun Myung Moon to Brazil

Sun Myung Moon organization activities in South America

#Paraguay #Sun Myung Moon #drug trafficking #Puerto Leda

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notihoymarquez66-blog · 8 years ago

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#notihoymarquez #orgullocabimense CLEZ entregó la orden Ana María Campos a la primera combatiente del Zulia Margarita Padrón de Arias y a nuestras amigas Roselys Iriarte y botón al mérito a Wendi Flores del Municipio Cabimas en los actos conmemorativos del día Inernacional de la Mujer. Por segundo año consecutivo el Consejo Legislativo del Zulia (Clez) distingue con la Orden Ana María Campos a mujeres de la región que activamente luchan por la igualdad de género y el empoderamiento femenino en las diferentes ramas sociales del país. Otras 25 mujeres fueron distinguidas con la Orden Ana María Campos , entre las que figuraron Elida Aponte Sánchez, Roselyn López de Caldera primera combatiente de Mara, la jueza Rectora Emelda Rincón Finol, Nohelí Pocaterra Secretaria de Pueblos Indígenas, la concejala Egda Vílchez, profesora María de Queipo, profesora Carmen Bohórquez, Egda Márquez, Cecilia Bernardoni, María Alcalá de Monzón, Jenny Cedeño, Ligia Berbesí, Esther Macías, Yasmira Acosta, Yaneth Alvarado, Pilar Torres, Carolina Fernández, Suvia Chacín, Yamilis Suárez, Mireya Ferrer, Ahidee Ochoa, Tibisay Lozada, y Mercedes Rodríguez. Mientras que se entregaron 31 Botones de Honor al Mérito a: Imelda Rincón Urdaneta; Blanca Herrera de Chacón, Keidy Aguirre, Carmen Pérez, Andreina Bracho, Silene Morillo, Nohelí Rodríguez, Miriam Fuenmayor, Micheilor Ávila, Karelis Sandrea, Ylva Medina, María Rey Sánchez, Nancy González, Carmen Dávila, Carmen Segovia, María Jerez de Casanova, Teresita Villalobos, Oneida Chirinos, Glennys Melean, Gladys Márquez, Yelixza Álvarez, Yusmelis Fernández, Leda Nava, Fátima Kragsi Akondaky, María Montero, Delia González, Siloe Fernández, Doris Colina, Sara Etienne de Delgado, Leivi Montiel, Oslanda Altuve, Flor Luzardo, Nilda Castillo, Yetzibel Polanco, Luz Marina González, y Carmen Díaz (Post mortem). . Roselys Iriarte detalló que la orden “Ana María Campos” refleja la lucha, liderazgo y rebeldía de la heroína oriunda de los Puertos de Altagracia quien batalló por la emancipación y libertad de los pueblos, virtudes que fueron vistas en las mujeres que hoy son engalanadas con esta orden. #notihoymarquez📸 @anrosvenezuela2016

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dfallen1969 · 8 years ago

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Wishing my pencil skills could do this view some justice on paper...& I forgot my colored pencils! Luckily I didn't leave my trusty Leda Art supply sketch book behind! #PuertoRico #puertoricoview #ledaartsupply #sketchbook #pencillove #ledaart (at Las Piedras, Puerto Rico)

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 8 years ago

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Mr. Takeru Kamiyama passed away on December 12, 2016

Sun Myung Moon and Takeru Kamiyama in Danbury prison

Mr. Takeru Kamiyama was blessed in the 43 couples blessing, 22 of those couples were blessed in Japan on May 1, 1969.

Mr Kamiyama had been suffering from pancreatic cancer. He passed away at 12:55 EST on December 12, 2016 at his home in New York.

In July 2010 at HDH, Father related a recent phone conversation with Rev. Kwak. Rev. Kwak told Father, You go your way and I will go mine. Father then added, We should not live like pirates.

Father also expressed great dismay that Mr. Kamiyama is currently united with Hyun Jin Nim and not coming to see him. Father wants it to be known that he has asked Kamiyama to come to East Garden, but Kamiyama has refused. Kamiyama is currently touring America with Hyun Jin Nim. LINK

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Kamiyama was upset by Kook Jin in 2010. Eventually he went back to East Garden and went fishing with Father and reconciled with him.

Kamiyama was a major leader who Father directly told not to follow Hyun and Kwak, and did so anyway, severely damaging God’s Providence in Japan. His loyalty to Kwak and power relationship with him went way back.

The church in Japan sent out a memo in April 2015, stating that they were excommunicating Mr. Kamiyama for his support of Hyun Jin Moon. The memo was signed by Mr. Tokuno.

When Dr Durst was the leader of the US church there was a decision to have a democratically elected leader. Dr Durst won the election, but Kamiyama did not like Durst. So David SC Kim announced that Jim Baugham had won. Later Kamiyama came to not like Jim Baugham.

I heard that Kamiyama used the same technique of deliberately repeating a damaging lie in order to undermine the position of Jim Baughman, by saying that Jim had used church funds to buy a house – when in fact they had been helped financially by Jim’s Korean mother-in-law. This repeated accusation became so painful that eventually Miya Baughman tried to speak to Moon about it after a leaders’ meeting. Moon told her that he could not be seen listening to a woman.

Kamiyama attempted to break up my matching and get my husband a “suitable” Japanese wife. I was told that he did this to a number of couples. He was a nasty operator and a power seeker. He’s been through hell since he was booted from his vaunted position of power as MFT head honcho.

At one point Kamiyama got in trouble with Moon and was exiled to Japan to lecture Divine Principle. ... Kamiyama got getting dangerously close to full insurrection by pushing his version of DP – “Our Course” onto all his department staff.

Next, he was exiled to Pantanal and I’m sure that wasn’t a walk in the park, either. I suspect Kamiyama has been raked over the coals. Interestingly, he is featured in that piece on Pantanal on the Catholic site, “The Tablet” December 16th, 2000:

“They gave me an aerial photo of the place, without my asking, and showed me their accounts, again without my asking. The relevance of this is that the Moonies have been accused of money laundering, drug-trafficking and arms-trading. Such allegations may be a hysterical over-reaction. On the other hand, what on earth are the Moonies doing with huge tracts of land in the middle of nowhere?

All the money for this project comes from voluntary donations, said Takeru Kamiyama, who is in charge of Puerto Leda, and he showed me the list of offerings for that year, mostly in the range of $5,000 dollars and some more than $50,000 dollars. The total came to more than $1 million. Will it be enough for what he wants to do here? When I need more I can ask for more; that is not a problem. He told me it all came from Japanese Moonie missionaries or church leaders. That's strange, I said, how do missionaries come to earn so much money to donate in a single year to a single project? He said they asked their wives and children to contribute, and some had businesses, and of course they all had their salaries. So the church pays them salaries, which they pay back in the form of donations, he said.

The land at Puerto Leda amounts to 80,000 hectares, but of course the aerial photo only showed the immediate vicinity of the river, where the Moonies (13 Japanese, only one of whom spoke Spanish) were now constructing a living base...

... From the outside balcony, my hosts pointed out some crocodiles swimming in the river, black dots from where we were. It was all very impressive, this taming of the wilderness, and the Moonies were beginning to relax. I understand that Reverend Moon has been imprisoned in the United States, I ventured. He knows all about that, said Mr Sano of his colleague, Mr Kamiyama. He was in prison with him.

How interesting, I said. You must be very close to Reverend Moon. Were you his only colleague to be imprisoned with him? Yes, he said, and before I came here I was president of the Church in Japan.

I was impressed. You are obviously a very important person in the movement, I said. (Later a Moonie pastor from Guyana confirmed to me that Mr Kamiyama was one of the most senior Church members in the world, but now taking a much more humble position. ...)

I asked many questions about that fascinating moment in the Reverend Moon's history. It was one of six imprisonments, they told me, in various countries, and the excuse for this pure political persecution, they told me, had been that Mr Kamiyama had brought $2 million into the United States and opened an account in the name of Reverend Moon. I should have put in the name of the Church. It was a small mistake, he said. As a result Reverend Moon was accused of evading $7,000 in taxes. Mr Kamiyama confided: I don't like politicians. They are very complicated. They change their minds very quickly.”

I heard about that directly from Tom Boutte, the USA UC controller, who was privy to the affair. He told me that Kamiyama rejected Neil Salonen’s advice to open the account in the church’s name to avoid legal problems later. Kamiyama insisted Japanese members would be happier sending money “to Father”. Boutte said in his view, Kamiyama had no respect for American law and custom, and that’s why Moon ended up in Danbury prison. I believe it. And I further believe Moon knew it, too. He was mighty pissed off with Kamiyama.

Mr. Kamiyama with his big ego was instrumental for the exodus of hundreds, if not thousands of western American members, especially sisters. He was instrumental in crushing Onni and Mose Durst’s successful witnessing activities in California.

He always surrounded himself with Japanese at all times and trusted few Americans, with a particular strong dislike of Afro Americans. ... Most of his meetings were in Japanese – some nice Japanese brother or sister sitting in the back of the room would translate it at most of meetings. Anyone who disagreed with him would be gone in a matter of weeks.

Everyone who joined in the 1970s and early 80s was touched by Mr Kamiyama no matter who you were, from MFT to his lectures on the 8 stages of growth to become God's brother.

He was loved by many and feared by many. He was always a polarizing force in our church. Most great leaders are polarizing people, they have a way about them – separating good and evil within an individual, or a group of people.

I was under his command on MFT, the East Sun building and Ocean Church.

At an Ocean Church 40 day workshop in New York that he lectured at, Mr Kamiyama did something that was shocking and deep at the same time. He told all of us to write all our sins on paper – from birth, before church and in the church. We had lots of paper, so all of us wrote all our filthy sins on the paper. We all figured we would burn them and move on, something some of us had already done in our church life.

Mr Kamiyama focused on this one particular American church sister who was writing all her sins on several pieces of paper.

After two hours he said we shall now burn our sins AFTER we read each one of them out loud to everyone in this room. You could hear a pin drop, the fear of sharing our filthy sins publicly to everyone in the room was frightening. He had us all in fear with high anxiety and said we will start with this sister. It was that American sister who wrote several papers of her sins sincerely with an open heart. You could hear her grasp for breath, the tears flushed out of her eyes. She was shaking with fear. She begged him not to do this to her and cried out loud.

We all could feel her pain, her sorrow. It was all of us who were going to be executed this way, one by one standing there reading out loud all our sins. By the force of his will he made her stand up, hold the paper in front of her and start to read one by one her filthy ugly sins. As she started to read with tears gushing from her anguished face, he said STOP before she finished one word. He then said to all of us, we all had the same fear and shame as this sister, so we all paid indemnity together so we don't need to read them out loud. God heard our repentful hearts.

It was very deep; it was very moving; we all cried like little children with wet runny noses.

Kamiyama had a record of putting Japanese blessed families in key leadership positions. He made sure his family was taken care of well with homes in Tarrytown and Havelock, NC. He enjoyed a 10 million sport fishing hobby in the Carolinas with access to any fishing boat he wanted, his retirement package was one of the best of a leader in the Unification Movement.

Moon and Kamiyama’s 1982 tax fraud trial “Throughout the trial, which lasted more than six weeks, the evangelist's attorney, Charles Stillman, insisted that the cash and stocks, although held by Moon, actually belonged to his Unification Church and were therefore not subject to taxation. One key witness for the prosecution was Michael Warder, 35, a former church executive who now works for the conservative Heritage Foundation in Washington, D.C. He testified that on several occasions Kamiyama had turned down his requests to use funds from the Chase accounts for church purposes with the explanation that the bank deposits were ‘Father’s money ... not accessible.’”

TIME – Guilty Father – Monday, May 31, 1982

Nan-sook Hong: “The trial began on April 1st. ... Father [Sun Myung Moon] demonstrated contempt for civil law every time he accepted a paper bag full of untraceable, undeclared cash collected from true believers...

There was no question inside the church that the Reverend Moon used his religious tax exemption as a tool for financial gain in the business world. ... No matter what the lawyers said in court, no one internally disputed that the Reverend Moon commingled church and business funds. No one had any problem with it. How often had I heard church advisers discuss funneling church funds into his business enterprises and political causes because his religious, business, and political goals are the same: world dominance for the Unification Church. It was U.S. tax laws that were wrong, not Sun Myung Moon. Man's law was secondary to the Messiah's mission.”

from “In the Shadow of the Moons: My Life in the Reverend Sun Myung Moon’s Family” Little Brown & Company, 1998

Walter Martin and Ravi Zacharias: “Clearly Moon was convicted of evading taxes on $112,000 in personal income derived from interest on $1.6 million he had deposited for the church. He also received another $50,000 in unreported stocks for the taxable years 1973–1976. Rev. Moon’s accountant, Takeru Kamiyama, was sentenced for conspiracy to file false tax returns, lying before a grand jury, and obstructing justice. In contrast to Moon’s claim that it was the church’s funds, the testimony showed he personally purchased $1,500 gold watches, stock, and paid tuition for his children’s education from the accounts. Rev. Moon was not persecuted by the IRS: he and his accountant evaded personal taxes and lied to the grand jury, which places them under the same laws as any other American citizen. It is noteworthy that Moon could have received a fourteen-year sentence, so his eighteen-month sentence shows the mercy of the jurors, not persecution.”

from “Kingdom of the Cults” CHAPTER 12 The Unification Church

Mr Kamiyama promoted the pikareum workshops in Japan. Did he ever question the validity of his beliefs?

Bit of Humor Lightens Mood at Rev. Moon’s 1983 Tax-Fraud Trial

United States v. Sun Myung Moon and Takeru Kamiyama, 718 F.2d 1210 (2d Cir. 1983)

Takeru Kamiyama gave a speech in Tokyo on Sept 21, 2014 and in 2 other cities in Japan.

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