Journal, President of North Africa and Syria --Charge D Affair (St Yv Sound, Burnham Point,) Chicago, --HMSS
Dear Val
I am parsing out, more and more the story of, my tree, i can write a time line,
whether or not, its a great suitable one for the books as of yet,
I am not so sure,
Some where along the lines, it;s like this,
My great great grandparents, were from Ocampo Sorsogon, near Goa Gubat, with roots, in Illocos Norte and ancestry, maybe near Tagudum around there
and with these lines,
my grandfathers sister married a Muscat, which can trace its roots from Oman and Switzerland
where my grandfather worked for Zuillig, as well as the Central Bank, he was a Swiss Legionnaire,
let me tell you about his father,
He worked in Textiles and studied in Japan,
his last notable memory of him, was, when he took my grandfather to
see the New York Yankees at Rizal Park,
he’d died when he was 11 you see,
I think Lou Gherig and Babe Ruth, were there
My grandfather, Eli was orphaned at the age 13, not long after his father died,
his mother, Segunda passed on two years later, of..according my grandfather and mentor, “A Broken Heart” : Her heart failed her
They owned some units in a building,
she told him
“Collect the rent!, from the tenants,:
My mother, studied at Fribourg
with her sister, eventually working for SwissAir
iniitally she worked for PAL, upon making an announcement, in French, AirFrance tried to recruit her
Somwhere along the lines, Silvina Ocampo intertwined, when she came to the Philippines intermittenly to write about the Pearl of the Orient, and the wonderful, secret, places which she compared to the place near Salvador Brazil,
near there she always mentioned it, in the tapes, in her poem, her biographers did so too
We have the same line,
Us, Pitzarek, Cesares, Dosteyevski, Muscat,
My mother ‘s father, Emilio D. Bejasa was born in Buan, Sorsogon where my grandmother Cordia was born, where after law school was recruited by the US State Department
while the Philippines was still commonwealth, (and now is)
his first post after having schooled by the US State Department Foreign Service School,
was to open the Hong Kong Consulate, the first one...his last post was ambassador to India, prior to that was Brazil,
Cordia died in Jaffa srael, where my mother studied French and danced, for Golda Meir,
in service, of my past rich jewish latin and Filipino Illustrado intellectual circles, of the Hardackers, McAllisters, and Garridos, not to mention the Marquez’ Sanchez who are of North African and Palestinians Legion Writers who also inspired me to do my first
manuscript, Becoming Neruda -- changing it later to Dialekt of Humble for dedications to my mother, in context of a long long long apology
Somewhere along the line, we intermingled, with
great writers, like Pitzarek, Cesares, Doesteyevski, all of Silvina Ocampo, linea our blood, we intermarried, Pitzarek married a Doesteyevski
The Silvina line -- of Argentina to Paris, along wiht Eluard and Rene Char, Dali and Gala, and Duras, and God knows who else leading the Surrealist Communist ... Camus et al...Absurdist Movement
somewhere, I was gifted with Georgina of Iowa Writers Circle’s soul, and blood, after I was born when
I was trained, by Georgina Dubois, Iowa Writers Circle and University of Chicago -dans Ryerson
not just in a class, but we have blood, an Mississippi Dubios Lousiana Blood,
we kept furthering our learning and experienes together in the bunker, our experience, and in the cafe..we left it at the bunker...
not recently also, I met the Ocampo, Pitzarek, Doesteyevski line of my paternal side and had a wonderful time at the cafe have begun writing our narrative
What is not said, as well, I worked at the Art Institute, and met Katie Sanchez of the Kennedy, who is a cousin of my step sister Erica, whose children I take as my own since the loss of their father through a bad divorce and seperation, and from my grandfather who died, her real actual father, (His daughter --nee Ocampo) with him or her rather, I have a couple of children as .....a dutiful legionnaire...
Katie, She is a Kennedy
We worked at the Art Institute together, and I am trained by Art Institute MFA School of Writers who led me to Bevington Penguin Circle, of the greatest Shakespeare Program in the World, at University of Chicago dans Ryerson
I had a daughter, named Leaf -- Leaf Monte Ciela (I myself was the crushed leaf once, or more than once, and so was my mother)
The last time I saw her, It was the bunker, make shift cafe, where I sang an Adelle song for her,
a legionnaire song -- All I ask!
Ocassionally,
I will sing it, when I am not too somber
and
by the by I was appointed English Speaking Union’s, Executive Secretary whilst
my Writing Seminars and Studies regarding Aids issues in Thailand and studies regarding Development Trade Regimes and in Africa
There I met, my writing circle, who gave me the Poetry Foundation
I inherited, the love of Bevington let alone Shakespeare as well as your love, including Mountbatten, becoming, later worthy of your services as a legionnaire and secret service offer to you our countrymen and the Roosevelts, especially John, my personal assignment in the Bunker
, and other great mentors, like Papadapolous, head of Greece Intelligence, the greatest Geographer in the EU
and studied, Coding and GIS under Patrick McAffie who adopted me too
who is in my linea
There I met, Melissa Lofthouse Benoist, and Agnes Malec
had children, we were in the same circles, same program, my June as a Henry,
or the other the Gala to my life as an Eluard,
later one or the other a Curie will be to my Pastuer who
But, during the war, I did see them, sparingly ..and were absent from my life, passing glances
until I met, someone,
who, was like, me as a child, as I waited in vain
in Yvonne, was from the place, where my area of focus was
in Thailand, rural area working as a missionary teacher protecting youth
by the Burma border at the Golden Triangle at St Mary’s in Chiangrai
now as an officer in the military, in the navy is taking surigical nursing, but in secret, is developing her skills, as an aspiring writer
under, yours truly Val -- Val, I am LaAmant Consul --
I was, then, on my mercy mission, as a writer, here in what was then what became a penal colony
til liberation
afterwhich,
I became head of Aids Research, and French Studies at Rhodes Kings
and a member of the International Aids Foundation, and with Nobel and Fields
the Nobel Family
I did some remediation work for my school at Monmouth-Smith, as Dean Father, won the Paris Arts Exhibition
just like my father won the 1972 Philippine Photography Art Competition
I married, im 2014,
had children with my wife, when I conceived in Howe, Indiana after a weekend trip to Michiana seeing, in parituclar the Beautiful Tulip Gardens
In memory,
In memoriam, to all, we wrote our first Saga, Alia Crimea
I retired at St Yv Sound, with irony voted as North Africa’s President and Syria’s President, which parts of my scripts yield attends to....
The manual at the smithsonian, allows me some leverage,
Seen, once as a Crushed Leaf, now, as a lawyer, legionnaire doctor,
sweet man sweet sweet man, til, the ax is pulled on me with theft in mind,
I am then the most dangerous Karl!
But further to the point, I was born, with jaundice,
needing, blood from a nun, and legionnaires, to stay alive,
and legionnaire writers, and mountain men,
I was named, Justin, after a Dillaneauve, of the line --
Sir Hillary Edmund, to get me through...life,
that the milestones, that with my family tree,
for example, the first sculpture i can recall my dad made
was a Christmas Tree, and I tried to replicate...
that .......my children, from Ann (Queenie), to Yv, Liberte, Leaf, Lilly,
Hom, all those I yielded from my escapade at Howe, to Alia, and Elle
Tigre, Michelle, the children of White Cross, my children of Kings Rowe, and La Paz, my Children at Mindoro -- my memories of the songs sung, in French,
to Ivo, Ivo Malec, and, lastly, .......How can I forgot my first born, along the way, I had triplets
Justine, Tallia, Marissa et al.. All, Her majesty,
Arc -View -Jennifer, of Audobon, How Two Roads Divurge on a Wood, we chose the one least travelled, who difficult it was -- it was longer, but we lived to see this day...
The day that I became JOB, I read purpose driven life,
where My children of White Cross and Kings Row, of La Paz...
You.....will bring together, gifts under the same way
Order! build, a sculpture, not of the last liberals who gave up everything, to overthrow Kampala, including the brothers convinced me to wake up, In the Reyes, Lei, Pia, Eric Reyes, Et Al.build rather a Christmas Tree first ---
Rene Justin Dove Ocampo --(Nee Roosevelt Nobel) - HMSS (President of Syria and North Africa)
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