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harrisonstories · 5 years ago

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In this photo Natalya Sazanova is on the far right, Sripad Maharaj is to the left of Ravi Shankar, and George Harrison is behind them (1974)

Tuitions in Vrindavan: When a Russian Indologist taught George Harrison Hindi (20 Sep. 2019)

by Ajay Kamalakaran

When she agreed to teach the legendary English singer Hindi in the 1970s, India scholar Natalya Sazanova had no idea who the Beatles were. Over four months of lessons, George Harrison preferred to keep his fame a secret

On an otherwise uneventful day in Vrindavan in 1974, Natalya Sazanova, a Russian Indologist with a deep interest in Hinduism, was introduced to a “charming young” Englishman by sitar maestro Pandit Ravi Shankar. Decades later, Sazanova, who was one of the best-known professors at the Lomonosov Moscow State University, would tell Russian newspaper Novie Izvestiya in an interview that the young man, who had a ponytail and was wearing a “checkered American jacket and Indian sarong” listened closely as Ravi Shankar and Sazanova spoke in Hindi.

The Russian was so proficient in Hindi that she had defended a thesis on the work of Hindi playwright Bharatendu Harischandra for her candidature of philological sciences degree (equivalent to a masters in philosophy) in 1962.

“George,” who did not understand what the conversation was about, asked the Russian Indologist to teach him Hindi.

“He had an absolute talent,” Sazanova said. While most of her students took about six years to master conversational Hindi, the Beatle managed to learn well in just four months of “irregular” classes. “George grasped the spoken language on the fly. He particularly learnt bhajans fast and sang them.”

Sazanova was also mesmerised with how George mastered the sitar so quickly. “I was so impressed that I asked him, ‘George, what do you do for a living.’ He was terribly embarrassed [by that time, he was world famous]. He said, ‘Actually, I’m a professional musician.’” She added that Ravi Shankar smiled when he heard this.

The teacher, completely ignorant of her student’s fame, asked him to keep a small concert, to which he agreed. “One of the concerts that George and Shankar arranged for several friends, including me, was on a moonlit night in a deserted spot on the banks of the Yamuna River,” Sazanova said. “It was simply amazing. The three of them played—Ravi Shankar, George and an Indian flautist—and I hadn’t heard anything like it before.”

Unfortunately, there were no recordings of the concerts. “Tape recorders were still rare at that time,” Sazanova said. “Today, I am very sorry that at that time I did not have any device. The only thing left are photo slides.”

Spiritual Path

At that time, Sazonova and Harrison were both pursuing their interest in Hinduism. The Russian’s spiritual guru Sripad Maharaj also had an influence on the Beatle. Harrison’s song It is He (Jai Shri Krishna) was based on a bhajan taught to him by Sripad Maharaj.

Sazanova recalled how spirituality and Hinduism always came up during their lessons. “We could not get around philosophy in conversations with him, but I was engaged in Hare Krishna bhakti,” she said. “As much as I could, I explained to George the connection of music with bhakti. I explained that since everything in the world was connected, words and music could not exist separately.”

Harrison, who was well versed with the Bhagavad Gita, chanted the Hare Krishna mantra, and regularly communicated with Srila Prabhupada, the founder of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness or ISKCON, as it’s popularly called. “More than once I attended their meetings and I can say that George always listened very carefully to what the guru told him.”

Harrison never spoke of his fame or international stature during those four months. Once their lessons were over, he wrote a small note in Sazanova’s diary. “I was extremely happy to meet you. You made a tremendous impression on me. God Bless You.”

International Music Sensation

Sazanova did not make too much about her lessons in Vrindavan and thought of them as nothing but one of many pleasant experiences in the country that she had dedicated her life to understanding.

Back in Moscow, she shared her photographs from her time in Vrindavan and then came the excitement. “Oh My God! This is Harrison,” a student screamed. The students then went on explain who the English musician learning Hindi was. They were impressed out of their wits when they heard that George Harrison actually dedicated a song to their teacher at one of his small private concerts by the Yamuna.

It’s a myth that the Beatles were officially banned in the Soviet Union. While anything associated with Western culture was looked upon with great suspicion, there was no Brezhnev-era government call for citizens to not listen to the British band. One of the major reasons that the music of the Beatles wasn’t easily available in the USSR in the mid-1960s was the hostility and envy of Soviet composers. Russian composer Nikita Bogoslovsky once referred to the band as the “dung beetles”.

However, John Lennon’s statement that the band was more popular than Jesus Christ was welcomed by the ideological newspaper Pravda. By the time Sazanova was back in Moscow from Vrindavan, her students would have most likely listened to a poor quality record that was sold by a company called Melodiya. The album cover didn’t have the name of the band but chose to call them a “Vocal Instrumental Ensemble.” Muscovites could also hear the Beatles music on Radio Luxembourg.

The message in Sazanova’s diary and her photographs became the talk of the university in 1975. On hearing that her student in India was a legend in the world of music, she started listening to the Beatles and Harrison’s individual songs. She also listened regularly to her student’s songs that were dedicated to Krishna.

Harrison did not forget his Hindi teacher after he went back to the West. He sent Sazanova a book about Krishna, where he had written the preface. The preface ends with words familiar to each and every fan of the Beatles: ‘Give peace a chance. All you need is love.’

An Illustrious Career in Indology

Sazanova continued her scholarship of Hindi and Sanskrit literature for the next three decades. In 1984, she obtained a PhD by defending a thesis on ‘The Creativity of Surdas and the North Indian Literary Tradition of the 16th to 19th centuries.’

She also cultivated a close friendship with Russian-Indian artist Svetoslav Roerich and his wife, actress Devika Rani. She was on the board of the Moscow Nicholas Roerich Society from its founding in 1980 till her death in 2006.

Sazanova remained a lifelong devotee of Krishna. She was grateful to Harrison for the role he played in popularising Hinduism in the West. In her interview to Novie Izvestiya, she said movements such as “Krishnaism” gave non-Indians the opportunity to access ancient spiritual systems. “Doesn’t George’s sincerity reflect in the (spiritual) songs he composed,” she asked.

In Sazanova’s Footsteps

Once the Soviet Union collapsed in 1992, there were no restrictions of any kind on cultural and musical imports. Along with the growth of popularity of their music, rumours resurfaced of the Beatles actually performing in secret in the Kremlin in the 1960s. Some fans still erroneously believe that the song Back to the USSR was inspired either by this “secret performance” or after another (falsely) rumoured visit of the Fabulous Four to Moscow on account of an emergency landing.

When the story of a Moscow State University professor teaching George Harrison Hindi once again began to do the rounds in the Russian capital in 2005, journalist Ekaterina Maksimova, then 18, decided to check if it was a hoax. “It was very difficult to believe the whole story, so my friend and I decided to try and get in touch with Dr Sazanova,” Maksimova says. “We went to the Moscow State University to find her. She was still a part of the faculty of the Institute of Asian and African Studies.”

On hearing that the girls wanted to know more about the Indologist’s experiences with George Harrison, she invited them home. The excited students went to Sazanova’s home on Russian Orthodox Christmas (January 7th) morning in 2006 and saw some photos and the diary. “Some sceptics have raised questions over the authenticity of the autograph, but I have no doubts,” Maksimova says. “George Harrison had a very unique signature; he used to write his name in a very characteristic manner.”

Over cake and tea, Maksimova and three friends spoke to Sazanova in detail about her interactions with Harrison. “We just sat there, pouring in the questions, still in disbelief that George Harrison’s teacher was sitting in front of us,” she says. “It was unreal. It doesn’t happen… We were so excited that it turned into an interrogation about George.”

Even after three decades, the Russian Indologist was in awe of the music legend’s humility, sincerity and manners. “I remember her telling us several times during the conversation that George was polite and modest,” Maksimova says. “She also told us that he took the lessons very seriously and spent a lot of time praying and reading and citing religious texts.”

Sazanova also spoke of her guru Sripad Maharaj, her passion for Hindi literature, Sanskrit and Hinduism, inspiring Maksimova to enroll at the Moscow State University’s Institute of Asian and African Studies. She studied Hindi, Sanskrit and Urdu and specialised in Chhayavad-era literature, but unfortunately could not study under Sazanova.

Although Sazanova was still a member of the faculty of the Moscow State University, she was too weak to travel daily to the campus in 2006. A handful of students would go for lessons to her apartment, which was in southwestern Moscow.

“When I called her home in June 2006, her son told me that she had passed away,” Maksimova says. “It was a terrible shock for me. I had always loved India, but I found out about the Institute of Asian and African studies only because of her… But more than that, the very idea of being a student of the same teacher who taught George Harrison, was thrilling. It would almost feel like being his classmate.”

Maksimova, who now works for a leading private television channel in Moscow, is a regular visitor to India and has often contemplated organising Beatles tours to Rishikesh and Vrindavan for Russians.

The transcripts of George Harrison’s interviews about Indian culture and Hinduism have been widely translated into Russian. Ardent fans of the music legend in the country take great pride in his Russian connection and the fact the he was in a way a bridge between Russia and India.

#george harrison #natalya sazanova #ravi shankar #the beatles #sripad maharaj #ajay kamalakaran #open magazine #1974 #dark horse #this is so cool #i've never heard about it before

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alliluyevas · 7 years ago

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related to your thesis discussion: how involved was nina kukharchuk with the party? i mean, krupskaya helped make the revolution... (i've genuinely never even heard of nina :''()

First of all, thank you so much for this extremely Up My Alley ask, I am glad to spread the good news and also infodump on my unsuspecting followers.

So, Nina was born into a Ukrainian peasant family but was able to get a good secondary education at a girls’ boarding school in Odessa because of the intervention of a bishop who noticed her as a promising student. After she graduated high school, she joined the Communist Party in 1920 and was initially posted with a Red Army regiment. After the fighting over a territory in Ukraine (which was very hotly contested) was over, the Army would occupy it and Nina would talk to the local people about communism and the opportunities that would be available to them through the new Soviet state—education, being able to feed their families better, etc. She was basically supposed to back up the Red Army with a friendly female face and get Ukrainian peasants psyched up about the USSR. Apparently she was very good at this, which I find very believable, because she came from a similar background as them, was really idealistic and passionate about her cause, and she was also young, cute, and not at all intimidating.

After the Civil War was over and Soviet power was established, Nina started teaching at a Communist Party adult-education school, educating workers and peasants about Marxist ideology and trying to transform them into good Soviet citizens and potential active members of the Party. This is where she met her husband, who was one of her students. At first, she and Khrushchev actually did quite similar work, because they were both active Communist Party organizers in Ukraine, although she also continued teaching.

In 1927, Khrushchev became the head of organization for the Kiev branch of the Communist Party, which is the point at which his career started to progress beyond hers. This is pretty typical for the period, because while women were very active in the base of the Party, more important positions were predominantly occupied by men. They also had their first child together in 1927, a little girl named Nadya, who sadly died when she was three months old. I don’t know the cause of death, but it was obviously very upsetting for them. In 1929, they had Rada, their second daughter and first surviving. They also moved to Moscow so Khrushchev could study at the Industrial Academy there. Nina continued working after having her first two children, and once they arrived in Moscow she became head of education and propaganda for a big electrical factory.

(Funny story: Nina used both her surnames interchangeably after she married—she often went by Nina Khrushcheva in terms of personal stuff or in the context of things related to her husband, but she used Nina Kukharchuk professionally. One time, someone called their apartment in Moscow and she answered with “hello, Comrade Kukharchuk speaking” and the person on the phone asked what she was doing in Comrade Khrushchev’s apartment! She had to be like “I’m his wife. This is also my apartment” hhhhh)

Back to the action. In 1935, Nina had another child, Sergei. There was a pretty big gap in between Rada and Sergei, which I’m assuming was intentional because they were getting established in Moscow and both of them were very busy with work. After Sergei was born, Nina stopped working. There are a variety of reasons for this, both personal and political. First of all, she seems to have felt like she missed out on a lot of Rada’s baby years because she was so busy and didn’t want to do that with future children. Secondly, 1935 was also the year her husband became first secretary of the Moscow Communist Party, so Nina was now the wife of someone who was quite important and had attracted Stalin’s attention. In the upper echelons of the Party hierarchy, there seems to have been more pressure for women to stay home, partially because their families were privileged enough that they didn’t have to, and partially because Stalin was threatened by assertive, independent women and expressed disapproval. Aside from external pressure, as Khrushchev became more important, they seem to have decided (and I do think this was a joint decision, rather than him pushing her) that he needed more constant emotional support and advice from his wife.

While there were definitely some sexist attitudes at play here (men have the important career, women take charge at home), I don’t think it would be fair to condemn him too harshly for this, because you have to consider the context. Ordinarily, if some guy was all “because of my important political career, I need my wife to take care of me”, I’d roll my eyes and talk about men expecting emotional labor from their female partners and wanting to have their hands held. But in the case of someone whose important political career was situated in the Soviet Union during the Stalin era, I’m inclined to acknowledge that he genuinely needed a lot of emotional support.

Being high-ranking in Stalin’s government brought a lot of power and a lot of privilege, but it also brought an incredibly stressful day-to-day working environment with lots of petty infighting, and, more importantly, a significant and very real threat of eventual execution. This was a very dangerous world they were getting into, and it could be very isolating. A lot of Kremlin families of the era seemed to…regress into the home, sort of, and their immediate family became very important because sometimes it probably felt like they couldn’t trust anyone else. The Khrushchev family wasn’t as vocal about the effects of being part of Stalin’s inner circle, but to give some idea of the situation, I’m going to draw from the Mikoyans.

Anastas Mikoyan, obviously, was a close friend and staunch ally of Khrushchev. He had been close to Stalin longer, since the early 1920s, but by the time the purges started he also had cause to worry. He and his wife, Ashken, had discussed what they would do in the event suspicion fell on him, and he had decided that he would shoot himself rather than be arrested and charged as an enemy of the state, because he would inevitably be executed anyway and he thought things would be better for his wife and children if he killed himself before that could happen. Thankfully, it never came to this, but living with that fear must have been excruciating. Ashken Mikoyan used to wait up for her husband every night, sometimes until four or five in the morning if he’d been up late meeting with Stalin, so she could be reassured that he was okay and so she could be there for him when he got home. Ashken apparently felt like the most important thing she could do for her husband and her family was provide a safe, emotionally supportive place for him to come home to. I wouldn’t be surprised if Nina felt the same way. Like Ashken, she was probably extremely aware of the danger her husband was in, as well as the fact that often wives and children would be imprisoned or even executed as well if the head of the family was purged. Both Nina and Nikita seem to have made a lot of effort to protect their children from this fear—both Rada and Sergei remember that their parents never discussed politics or their father’s work in front of them.

In this environment, I can see why staying home would be more appealing than it might have been earlier in Nina’s life. While she clearly loved her work and found it fulfilling, it was also time-consuming and stressful, and as she had more children to take care of and her family had to live under a more or less constant threat of violence, it makes sense she apparently felt like her work had to go.

Sorry, this turned into more about the complicated and horrifying family dynamics and mentality of the Communist elite under Stalin and less about Nina’s work with the Party, but she did have a very active career for 15 years, which she then chose to leave for reasons I think are very understandable. I do think it’s kind of sad, though, that in her early years she dedicated so much of her time and energy and spirit to the Party and the state and then she had to leave that behind in part because of this climate of fear that had completely overtaken the Party and the state because of Stalin.

This doesn’t even get into Nina’s position once Khrushchev became premier/general secretary, partially because I’m still learning about that period and partially because this is already long as hell. In summary, she took on a much more public role than she had in the previous period, but it was different to when she’d been so actively involved in political organization in her early career when she and her husband had both been starting out.

#OBNOXIOUS HISTORY NERD ON MAIN IM SORRY #this is mostly drawn from kremlin wives but also the taubman bio of khrushchev but also various mikoyan sources #my soviet history posts

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allonsysilvertongue · 7 years ago

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Chasing Hope

Summary: “If I ask you to name all the things you love, how long will it take for you to name yourself?” A story on finding hope, forgiveness and love in a world they never imagined they would survive. Post-MJ. Previously

6. Making Conversations

"How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?" — Nikita Gill.

With Peeta home, breakfast actually became a practice instead of a meal that Katniss and Haymitch frequently skipped. For the first time since Haymitch brought Katniss home, her kitchen island was laden with breads, muffins and homemade jams.

"Can you pass the marmalade, please?" Effie requested.

At the sound of her voice, Haymitch glanced up and realised that the question was directed at him. His hand was full holding a cup of coffee and a teaspoon in the other so he popped the teaspoon in his mouth, leaned over to grab the jar and handed it to her.

As he pulled the spoon out of his mouth to continue stirring his coffee, Katniss shot him a disgusted look, not that he noticed because he was still staring at Effie.

She had been here nearly a week and throughout the time, she treated him with polite civility which was expected from any well-mannered, civilised person. He missed her warmth, their banter which more often than not turned flirty in seconds and their vicious arguments, granted an argument was the last thing he wanted right now. He thought it might be even better if she was outright cold with him. At least then, he would know where he stood.

"So, Haymitch, you'll be at the Town Square today?" Peeta asked.

He forced his gaze away from Effie to look at the Peeta. "Yeah, guess so. You?"

"Yes," he answered.

Peeta had found it helpful to immerse himself with the rebuilding as well, claiming it was a community effort and he would very much liked to play his part. The first two days after his return, he had gone straight to working on Katniss' garden, planting primroses and other flowers. Then he began to notice that there were days in which Haymitch was not around so he started following his mentor. Peeta often dropped by with a basket filled with muffins and pastries for the volunteers and workers, and then he would help where he was needed.

"We are laying bricks today," Peeta informed both Katniss and Effie. "Some of the houses in the old part of the Seam are up with very basic amenities but at least there is a roof over their heads. It is not going fast enough from what I heard but the district also need shops if we are going to go on living so we need the Town to be sorted within the week. That's the focus for today and the following days, isn't it, Haymitch?"

"Yeah," Haymitch answered simply.

"I heard there will be a vote to elect a mayor here..." Effie chimed in.

"Oh, yeah," Haymitch nodded. "Not sure when that'll be but should be soon."

"What about the rumour that instead of coal, our focused trade might now be medicine?" Peeta queried.

Haymitch shrugged.

"One thing at a time. First get the houses up then a place we can buy and sell and then we can focus on whatever else we need to boost the district's economy."

"Maybe you should be mayor," Katniss remarked. "You seem to have a good idea of what we need."

Haymitch chuckled and waved it off.

"Never crossed my mind. I'll leave that to someone younger and with more ambition. Besides, I have something else to occupy my time," Haymitch said.

“Really?” Katniss asked sceptically.

"Speaking of which, I might head off to see if I can salvage any old books at the library ground. Beetee and Plutarch are sending some over my way as well so I'll swing by the train station – be back in the evening."

“Old books?” Katniss frowned. “What for?”

“Something,” Haymitch said simply. “Got a plan – nothing concrete yet.”

Since Paylor had told him that his suggestion had merit and since no one had volunteered to take up the task with the avoxes, she was willing to let Haymitch helm the rehabilitation programme. This meant that he needed to put something together. He already had an idea of the direction he intended to take and among the first thing he realise he needed to tackle was to give the avoxes back their ability to communicate. That was where the books came in. Pollux and his brother must have learnt to sign from somewhere and by that logic, there must be books on it. While waiting for word from Pollux, he figured he should get a head start on that on his own.

“So…” Haymitch said, taking a bite off his muffin, “what are you up to today, sweetheart?”

Her gaze cut sharply to him. She seemed startled that his question was directed at her, as if the very idea that he would take interest in her plans was unheard of.

“I … I have nothing planned.”

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow. “You always have a plan or something.”

“I was thinking that if Sae wants my help with her… She is planning on opening a small restaurant and I thought I could help. Otherwise, I’ll think of something else.”

“Ah, alright,” Haymitch leaned back in his chair. “Don’t stay cooped up in that house all day long. It ain’t good.”

It was something he noticed. She spent more hours in than out, and when she actually ventured out, it was usually to take walks with Peeta in the evening or for meals at Katniss’ house. Apart from them, Sae and her granddaughter’s coming and going was the only other social contact she had.

Haymitch wasn’t sure how long her visit in Twelve was going to last or what her arrangement with Peeta was. He wasn’t sure if she was going to be here tomorrow or the week after. He wasn’t sure if he was going to wake up the next morning and find that she had left for District Four to visit Annie and Johanna. He wasn’t even sure if ‘visiting’ meant that she had left the Capitol for good, and if she did, then where would she stay?

The only thing Peeta had told him when he asked was that Effie was looking for a fresh start.

He supposed the only thing he could do was the take one day at time where Effie was concerned. Right now, she was here and that was all that mattered. He liked that Katniss, Peeta and Effie were all in the same place where he could keep an eye out for them. It would be perfect if Annie and Johanna were here too but that would be asking for too much.

He just wished… He just wished that she would talk to him, not this thing where he ask a question and she answer, and nothing else. If she was still angry, he would rather she screamed at him because right now, sitting here and sharing breakfast with her felt too much like having a meal with a stranger.

“Paylor’s swearing is in today,” Peeta reminded them. “We should all try to be back for dinner for that.”

“Dawn of a new era,” Haymitch remarked.

“Does this mean that the situation in the Capitol has stabilised enough for them to finally hold the inauguration? It’s been – what? – almost two months since she was elected…” Katniss mused.

“Even if the Capitol’s still in a mess, they need to hold it soon. There is a need to make it official to keep the stability in the country. Paylor’s head of the government now and the people need to see that.”

“Effie had a hand in choosing Paylor’s outfit,” Peeta broke the news, looking at Effie encouragingly as if to give her an opening for which she could talk.

“Oh, really?” Haymitch turned towards her.

“It is nothing too extravagant,” she said. “Plutarch merely summoned me to the Presidential Mansion to get my opinion on which outfit would be suitable. It took less than a day.”

“That’s good – it means your opinion matters,” Haymitch pointed out.

“Yes, I supposed.”

Haymitch let out a breath and exchanged a glance with Peeta who shook his head imperceptibly.

When did conversations with Effie become so difficult? It was easy before. They always knew what to say to each other. They also always knew which buttons to push to anger the other. She knew him like no one else did.

He knew he needed to stop grumbling. He needed to give her time. From where she was standing, he had all but betrayed her and if someone had betrayed him, he sure as hell wouldn’t be sitting on the same table as the said person to have breakfast together.

She needs time, he told himself.

What was important was that she was here. He would take this win.

Do you think Haymitch has a right to feel frustrated that Effie's not as friendly and warm with him as she used to? Effie's civil and making an effort by being present for meals so that's a point for her :) Tell me your thoughts!

#hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #everlark #katniss everdeen #Peeta Mellark #post mockingjay #chasing hope

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sunset-wishes-upon-hill · 8 years ago

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The Liars and Soothsayer chapter 2 (Previously known as ‘A Kiss To My Prince’)

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

Chapter I (Rewritten): Time-slip Yuri

Chapter II: Pathos

A/N: Rewritten chapters will be first uploaded on Tumblr before I make the changes on Fanfiction.net

As you have noticed, I have changed the story’s title from ‘A Kiss to My Prince’ to ‘The Liars and Soothsayer.’ This is due to the change in the story plot/characterisation and direction.

The title hints at the relationship that will blossom between Sebastian, Ciel and Yuri as well as Alois and Claude.

Meaning of soothsayer:

Sooth = truth

Sooth + sayer = truth sayer or the ‘one who speak the truth’.

As of today, the soothsayer is used to describe someone who is said to be able to predict the future. This stems from fortune-tellers who wanted deceive their patrons to believe what they said was true and would refer themselves as soothsayer thus the word underwent such changes. The title is a bit of a metaphor for the characters in the story.

“My name is Yuri Park. There was an incident and I woke up in 1887. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work- out the reason, I can get home.”

Yuri was taken to a room that resembled a living room where she guessed in this era the visitors would be shown. Her whole body was stiff with apprehension and she was actually surprised she managed to stand up and made it to this part of the mansion without fainting. His introduction as the butler of the household nearly went over her head. Her eyes were glued onto her nails where she nervously picked at her damaged skin surrounding it. She was tempted to take off her hoodie, too aware of the dampness coating her white sleeveless vest underneath it, but instead did a quick airing out by shaking her collar when the demon attended to the tea tray.

He readied the tea in meticulous and elegant fashion, not one speck of liquid was spilled even when he poured them from considerable height and placed the utensil and plates of delicious looking savouries. At the sight of such delicacy, she felt her mouth water but made no move to sip or taste anything simply watching the vapour evaporating from the hot tea.

“Please help yourself.” He kindly mentioned, as if he knew she was waiting for some sort of permission.

Yuri managed a small but forced smile, “T-thank you.”

She brought the expensive teacup up with both her hands nervously afraid to drop them and rested upon her lip tilting the liquid into her mouth. Having underestimated its heat, the tea scolded her tongue and Yuri nearly ended up spewing it out onto the table.

“Are you alright? The tea is quite hot…” He asked, having seen the pained look on her face and the way her palm shot up to wipe any spillage.

She quickly nodded, “Yeah! I should have cooled it down. No worries.” Great, she lost her sense of taste. Normally, she would have put in lot of milk and sugar but in a situation like this, it seemed almost..rude so she accepted the tea just as it was served.

“Please try some sweets as well; I have made them an hour earlier.” He encouraged with a smile.

“Um..sure..thanks.” Yuri gingerly picked up an expensive looking fork glided with gold and wondered just how much all this kitchenware would cost in modern world. She could see decorations of gold garnishing the room from the furniture to even the wall and couldn’t help but wonder if it all were real.

Real and 99.9% pure..

She chose the nearest plate, a piece of cake that was artfully decorated. It looked like a vanilla cake with a bit of chocolate icing on them but Yuri wasn’t an expert on judging pricey desserts or food. No, her forte was on cheap, affordable student-discount offering fast foods and mid-scale family restaurant with the luxury consisting of gelato or a nice dessert café like Creams. So rarely did she ever visited any pâtisseries when their price tag for a single slice or portion could probably buy her a nice big mac meal, milkshakes, and McFlurry.

She tentatively brought a small piece into her mouth and felt her eyes widen as its sweetness melted into her mouth. Yuri made a high pitched gasp in the back of her throat and wondered if this was what heaven tasted like.

“I’m glad it is to your taste.”

“Who wouldn’t like this?!” Yuri unconsciously blurted out.

He gave her an appreciated smile, “Thank you. Now that you have settled; I am afraid I shall have to take my leave as I need to attend to my master for a short moment. It shan’t be long; please enjoy the rest of your tea whilst I’m gone.”

Yuri nodded and wondered if she should stand up or not at his departure. She heaved herself up from the chair when he held a hand to stop her.

“Please, sit. There’s no need to stand.”

Yuri nodded and sat back down, “Thank you for the tea.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

She didn’t relax until the demon was out of the room, and only when the door was completely shut and waited for good five minutes did she slouch against the chair. Burying her face in her palms hoping everything was but a lucid dreaming stemmed from her over imaginative mind, she knew this was as it gets. Yuri took out her phone from her hoodie’s pocket and clicked the home button several times in futile hope that by some miracle it’ll light up but what remained was a blank, inactive screen reflecting her despondent self.

Tears threatened to fall again but she couldn’t cry, not when they were going to barge in anytime soon.

Why was she here? Why her? Why not Katie? Or Anna? Or Nikita? Why not anybody else but her?! What is happening back in her world? Did anyone notice she was missing? Did anybody even care? Would her parents called the police? Would they have told her parents she disappeared in the hospital? And would they be crying now, just wondering who snatched their baby away? How would her school react? Would they organise a morning assembly revealing that one member of the student went missing last night? Would they ask for the students prey for her safe return? Would she appear on the news? Would the reporters be showing one of her picture on the tv screen’s side corner and talking about how she was like as a daughter, a friend and a student?

Millions of thoughts ran inside her mind and she didn’t hear the door opening with Sebastian walking in, only he was accompanied by someone else nor the chair across her sliding back and forward as someone took their seat.

Yuri glanced up, flinching as she came face to face with the main character of the manga – not a novel or a movie – but a manga that was adapted to anime as well. She didn’t know about him that well – or the detailed manga story line, just vaguely remembered one of her friend going on about a 13 year old boy who had taken a path of revenge and her various conspiracy theories surrounding it. For once, she was thankful that she paid attention. Where did she say the chapter was up to now? The Blue Switch? The Red…witch? It was something witch..

“Which year in the future do you come from?”

She met his eyes now, having been brought out of her little mumbling world, “Oh..uh..” She momentarily prepared what she was going to say, but there was a slight distrust in his eyes when he registered her pause and flusters.

“2017.”

“2017?” He echoed and his voice held a tone she couldn’t quite decipher.

She nodded, “Um…Our Queen is Queen Elizabeth’s II who recently surpassed Queen Victoria’s record as reigning body and…Donald Trump became the U.S. president…I don’t really have much to say…”

The two became noticeably quiet, perhaps allowing her words to sink in as well as weighing whether she was sane and telling the truth or should they have her institutionalised.

“I know it’s hard to believe; but it’s true. If this year is what you say it is, then I really did..travel to the 19th century. I mean, look, how will you explain the phone?” She rummaged through her bag, desperate to fish anything that was futuristic looking or too advance to exist in Victorian era; she took out everything she can on the table.

Jewelleries she has been looking for a long time with some that were not hers’, gums, water bottle, receipts, planner, lip balm, chocolates, asthma pumps,, her wallet with her money and ID and.. she eyed the blue and green paper wraps her hand automatically brought up and before dropping it back in. No need to explain to them about period pads.

They eyed the objects they had already seen.

“I believe you.” Ciel said after a while, sipping his tea with one hand and another holding the plate beneath it, “Put it away.” He ordered, as if he was more bothered by the mess made on the table with the foods.

Yuri did so, her face red with embarrassment.

“Do you know who I am?” He asked, one eye scanning her as others were hidden by his trademark eye patch.

You have one chance, Yuri. Make sure you tell him the right answer. Her head did quick calculations on predicted outcome for either telling him yes or no. How will he act if I tell him he’s just a drawing? Come on, THINK!

“…No.”

“I will warn you that I do not appreciate being lied to.” He sharply said, “We shall try it again; do you know who I am?”

“…” Yuri gulped, “I heard about you.”

He seemed satisfied with her new answer.

“Where?”

“I know that you’re an Earl…and,” She turned to Sebastian, “…That you’re a demon.”

The Earl calmly put the tea down onto the plate with a soft clink, “And how are you privy to that information?”

If she didn’t know how he looked like, she’d think from his choice of words and the way he seemed to carry himself, she’d mistake him for a lot older person than he was.

Yuri clenched her eyes shut, how will she explain it?

“..Because you’re – I mean your world is…” She couldn’t say it, she felt sick now.

“My world is what?” He sounded a little impatient, “Tell me – now.”

“Because you’re world is-is a…fiction.”

Everything seemed to hush and still, the air felt heavy and Yuri was sure she would have toppled to the ground if it weren’t for the chair holding her up. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t know if it were because she had her face down and holding her breath or if the entire oxygen molecule vanished with the exposure of this world’s reality.

Humourless laughter left the Earl’s lip, his body went into a violent tremor as he hunched onto the table in unbefitting manner for someone who was so in control of himself and others around him.

“A fiction you say..”

Sebastian looked slightly worried for his master, he didn’t seem, at all, so..amused as his master that the universe they were living in was fake and what she seemed to hint, a form of literature.

“Hah…a fiction.” He puffed out the word like his airway was being constricted, “You’re insinuating…everything I’ve experienced, every emotion I felt…is..a mere writing?”

She didn’t confirm his question because she knew it wasn’t a question he wanted her to verbally confirm once again.

Yuri hid for a cover that was her arms when his arm lashed out to swing the pricey dishes and cups from the table and pricey porcelains shattered into splinters on the table and the carpet.

“Young master–“ Sebastian began as he saw Ciel’s hand redden from the burn.

“I-it might not be true!” Yuri yelled in hope of calming him down but his glares sent shivers down her spine and the thought ‘Ah, he’s going to kill me’ flashed passed her mind, “F-for some reason, someone sent me here; I don’t know why, b-but now your world is now just as alive as mine!”

“Young master, may I remind you that tonight, at seven, Mr. Damian are coming for supper and we should start the preparation.”

Ciel looked like he wanted to say – or shout – something, maybe about how the world wasn’t real and everything that was going on wasn’t real either.

“L-look,” Yuri quickly intervened and inhaled deeply; calm, calm, “I know it might seems like a cruel joke to realise the world you lived in – in my world – is not real, but I’m here now. Maybe something’s changed and now this world is just as real as mine.”

“What do you know of this world, then?” He recovered quickly although his fist remained clenched on the table, “What will happen from now on? Tell me everything you know.”

“I don’t the exact detail but I know you’re looking for your parents’ killer, and that you’re the Queen’s Watchdog. The last time I’ve heard about your world; you’re close to finding out what happened that night.”

“You will help.” It was an order, “You shan’t lie in my presence, nor betray my confidante. In return, I will bid you shelter, clothing, and food. Is the term and condition satisfactory?”

Yuri took the time to think about his offer. How weird she would often click or sign ‘I agree to the terms and condition stated above’ without ever actually reading them, but felt like she should ask for a written contract with all the legal clauses and lawyers to guide her through it instead. But beggars can’t be choosers. In particular, a beggar lost in 19th century with nothing but the bag in her hand and few modern pound notes and coins other than the knowledge of future. She didn’t have the mind or the talent to actually go away and start producing modern objects. She was just a normal eighteen year old girl with what the 19th century doctors would call overly creative imaginations.

She simply nodded.

Ciel stood up and she quickly followed the suit, intending to see to his departure. He didn’t look at her, facing Sebastian who waited for his master’s order.

“Introduce her to the servants and show her to the guest chamber.” He said more harshly then needed.

“Of course.” Sebastian said, “But should we not have the burn examined? I can call for the Doctor.”

“No need.” He said, “Clean this mess up.”

“Yes, young master.”

Sebastian bent down to pick up the visible pieces of the porcelain and Yuri bent down to help him.

“Ms. Park, it is quite alright. This is my job. Let me.” He gently said, prying the glasses from her fingers.

Yuri frantically shook her head, “It’s fine; let me help. I’d appreciate the distraction.”

“But as a guest–.”

“I don’t think I’m an important enough of a guest to have people do things for me.” Yuri joked lightly, although uneasiness was evident in her voice, “I’m more of a reluctant guest you took in.”

“Even so, I insi–“

“Please.” Yuri pleaded, meeting his gaze, “It might sound weird but tasks like this are a good stress reliever for me. Just..please.”

Sebastian sighed, “Very well.”

After cleaning up the mess, with smaller fractions of the glasses swept properly, Sebastian gathered the familiar looking servants whom she remembering seeing briefly when Arianna was showing her the manga.

Mey-Rin, the maid; Finnian, the gardener; Baldroy, the chef and the house steward, Tanaka, all greeted her with respect and announcing she will be a stay-in guest for a while. Yuri introduced herself while approaching to offer her hand to shake. The action caused a bit of fluster amongst the servant and she remembered where she was. The oppressive social mores meant it wasn’t appropriate her to acknowledge the servants in such ways. Still, even when she remembered she still waited for her empty hand to be filled.

“Mey-Rin, is it not rude to keep our esteemed guest waiting?” Sebastian said, realising she won’t be backing down.

The maid’s face became as red as an apple and stuttered to make form a smooth sentence, “A-ah, yes! It is lovely to meet you, Miss. Park!”

Then she shook Finnian’s then Baldory then Tanaka’s.

“Please just call me Yuri.”

Their faces, except Tanaka, seemed morph into something she identified as horror and shock.

“W-we cannot–“ Mey-Rin began.

“Please.” Yuri pleaded, “It doesn’t have to be in front of other people; just when we’re together, you can call me Yuri. I don’t like being called so formally.”

“B-but…” Finnian muttered.

“If this is what Miss. Park wishes, we shall do so.” Sebastian said, “She is not used to such formality. Since she is our guest, we should do our best to accommodate her needs.”

The three servants lowered their head in surrender before saying in unison, “Yes, Mr. Michaelis.”

Sebastian turned to Yuri, “Now then, let me guide you to your room. I have taken the liberty to have your bag placed.”

“Oh, thank you.”

The room she was given was just as elegant and luxurious as the living room she was recently in. It reminded her of the hotel suite room that would have cost her more than her parent’s wages for a night.

“This is your room. If you have any problems or questions, please do not hesitate to ring the bell. Either I or Mey-Rin will come.” He said, pointing to the bell pull beside the bed, “Mey-Rin will come at five to ready you for dinner.”

She nodded in thank even though their generosity was not so altruistic, “..Thank you for taking me in.”

Alone in the house, Yuri carefully sat on the edge of large King sized bed and stared at the mirror hung up on the fireplace. She sighed, afraid of things that will come.

“The progression of East Indian jewel technology is really quite remarkable” Damian pointed out, trying to steer into a more business orientated subject. It was obvious the man’s head wasn��t in the game and only half-heartedly playing along as to appease Ciel, who was the benefactor with a deep pocket.

Yuri sat in the corner, silent, and wondering once again how she got here and if she could ever go back to her world. The two men barely acknowledged her other than their introduction to each other, Damian seemed a bit reluctant to let a woman in the room whilst they talked business but at Ciel’s insistent, he was more than happy to bury her into oblivion and give all his focus and attention to the one that matter the most in this room.

“Many brilliant people have also been raised there ― entranced by the eyes of the dead.” He continued.

“That’s unlucky. I’m out for one turn, eh?” Ciel hummed, ignoring the man’s diverging attempts.

“It’s an opportune time right now!” A gentle, promising smile appeared; hiding what lurks beneath, “I would like to continue to expand my company’s business and secure larger workforce” Ciel leaned back, quite obviously not interested in the discussion of investment.

“It’s your turn.”

Damian looked at his meagre number of chess pieces with miserably hidden boredom. His distractions and insouciance had cost him of his many pawns.

“Oh yes. Well then, excuse me.” He threw the die, landing on certain card.

“Yes, and five.” He moved the dice before he ventured, “About that, though. If I were to receive assistance in the form of another £12,000 pounds…”

“Excuse me,” Sebastian interrupted, “Dinner is ready.”

They were led to the garden and the entrance hall sparkled and shined in binding light, almost like the one she fell into. Mr Damian awed in compliment as he looked around and even Ciel looked impressed by the decor. The sets of oak door were like a portal to another dimension that was entirely different from the one they were in now. The door seemed to have been a door to heaven as it opened with much more brighter light before it dimmed down into appropriate setting, revealing an enchanting Japanese stone garden filled with bloomed cherry blossoms as its petals feathered down like snow.

Main highlight of the evening was in the centre of the courtyard, a long and slender dinner table covered with clean white cloth as not to dull and bring the full attention to the Japanese table decorations. Seeing the sight of it had Yuri’s heart throbbing at the beauty; the work could not have been done by human hands and it was very true for the particular butler who prepared them.

Ciel and Mr Damian were seated at each opposite end of the table while Yuri was seated between the two in the middle. Sebastian walked smoothly to the table and placed the dishes in front of the household.

“Dinner is served.” He announced, “On the menu is our chef Baldroy’s Gyuu-tataki-don.”

“Gyuu-tataki-don?” Ciel and the guest echoed in surprise.

“This..is dinner?” The butler nodded and there were small amount of disappointment in Damian’s voice, “I was expecting a Kyoto-style course meal or something..”

Sebastian gave him a small smile of confident before bolting out, “Mr. Damian, did you know.. donburi has been used in Japan from ancient times as a feast to express gratitude to labourers. A dish given as a treat to a person who has rendered great service..that is Donburi!” The older man and Ciel were clearly shocked and surprise at the knowledge he held.

Although Yuri wasn’t so fond of raw fish in sushi or any dishes involving raw fish or meat, having not eaten anything since the bits of snacks she had late night, the sight of it seemed to awaken her forgotten hunger

“Houhan, a court dish for which the masses yearned, is said to be the origin of Donburi.” Sebastian continued, appeasing Damian’s mind toward the favour of the food that lied in front of him. “Furthermore, I thought you would be tired of elaborate dishes and planned this so you might eat the choicest of meat simply.”

Daze look glazed over at the older man’s eyes before laughing approvingly.

“Ciel, this is great! You always surprise me!” He joyfully added, “A lot of the fellows in this business lack a sense of humour. But I think we’ll continue to get on just fine from here on.”

The Earl smirked, satisfied, “I’m honoured to hear that.”

“We did it!” Finny cheered, his arms shooting up in the air. “It was a complete success!”

Mey-Rin hurried toward, pushing through Finnian and Baldroy.

“Move out of the way! I’m up next, so let me do my job.” She marched speedily through the door, stopping in front of the cart holding the wine.

“I also selected an Italian wine to suit your taste, sir.” Sebastian informed, but there was an awkward silence between the pause and Sebastian motioned toward the still maid.

“Mey-Rin!”

“Yes?”

Sebastian moved closer to her ear and whispered, “Stop standing there and pour the wine into the man’s glass.”

The flurry of blush spread across Mey-Rin’s cheeks like wildfire, his action having caused quite a panic at the proximity between them. She swivelled shakily to the guest’s side, holding the wine in her arm with a dazed look behind her glasses. The chef, knowing her clumsiness ― particularly in untimely manner ― noticed with hawk eyes.

“..Hey?”

“Yes?” Finnian and Sebastian responded.

“Isn’t there something wrong with the little lady?”

The trio trailed their eyes toward chef’s pointing finger and gasped ominously.

“Miss Mey-Rin!” The three yelled, attempting to correct ― or if possible ― stop her, “You’re spilling the wine!”

Everyone other than Ciel’s business colleague, who was entrenched by the garden, seemed to realise the trouble was brewing. Mey Rin, still star-struck from earlier on, still poured on the wine even if the liquid was gushing dangerously to the rim of the cup and began overflowing onto the white cloth when it was no longer possible for the cup to contain it.

Sebastian acted immediately with inhuman-like speed. His hands grasped the white table cloth and with a swift back pull of his arms, the red stained material smoothly glided off the table with only smallest amount of disturbance. The table wares, cup and plates rattled slightly as the only hint of such stunt he just pulled.

Damian, hearing the glass clink, turned away from the scenery to the table which was now bare.

“W-where did the tablecloth go?” The man swore there was a white cloth beneath their plates.

Ciel schooled his sudden burst of panicked expression before smoothing it down to a slight smirk, continuing to eat as if it was nothing.

“I had it taken away because there was a slight stain on it. Don’t trouble yourself. Excuse us for our discourtesy. Please relax and enjoy your meal.”

Mr. Damian slightly titled his head, puzzled, before resuming back to eating. I savoured the food deliberately and slowly, it was absolutely delicious and five Michelin star worthy, but the bubbling anxiety and adrenaline was doing its best to dull my taste and did not notice Sebastian disappearing behind the door.

“So Miss. Park,” Damian began, “From which exotic lands do you hails from?”

Yuri looked up from her food, surprised she was being addressed and prepared to answer his question, “I’m from Korea. But I don’t think Korea is exotic.” There was nothing exotic about Korea, or Asia, or its people. It was her second home and a country she happened to be born in just like him who happened to be born in England as English.

“Oh my, that is quite a distance. I hear Corea(1) still remains a mystery to this day with their strict isolationist policy. What made you travel so far?” As far as Damian knew of Corea, the country was dubbed ‘Hermit Kingdom’ by frustrated Western conquistadors in days of yore.

Yuri shrugged, “I just wanted to travel.”

“And how did you come to be acquainted with Lord Phantomhive?” Yuri ignored the implication beneath his question.

“Mr. Damian,” Ciel intervened much to her relief, “Let’s focus on the food.”

“O-of course, Lord Phantomhive.”

The night ended with the poor, scared man out of his wit running away shouting ‘Mama Mia’ just as she remembered seeing. Yuri wondered whether the story will follow the original time scale or her being here meant it could change its course of directions.

“Is this what happened?”

Yuri looked up from the loveseat she was sitting on, “Yeah…”

“And what will happen tomorrow?”

She tried to dig every moments, scenes and chapters she’s seen and read from every corner of her memory.

“Uh…I’m sorry I’m not sure…I can’t remember it now..I’ll tell you when I do. Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything after that.

For someone who realised their entire world and life has been a work of a fiction written by an author, he seemed calm and accepting as of now. But Yuri didn’t know this Earl so much – nor how he worked. He was a child yet he seemed to have an adult way of dealing with things albeit perhaps more physically than an actual adult would but she didn’t know how an adult would be able to compartmentalise such revelation either.

Ciel Phantomhive stared out the window, watching the winds drifting through leaves of the trees. The green foliage swayed in waltz like movement to singular direction as he repeated her words over and over again in his head. Fiction or not; real or not, he had the advantages. As the protagonist, like any other tragic novels, he would have his revenge and he would be dealt with as deserved. The Past uncertainties whether he will ever have his revenge seemed to vanish, soon replaced with portent. His eye travelled to the reflection on the window; a stiff figure staring at her hands in worry.

Terminology:

(1) Corea- "Korea” is the modern spelling of Corea, a name attested in English as early as 1614. It is an exonym derived from Cauli, Marco Polo's transcriptionof the Chinese.

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Boy21 Through Matthew Quick-- Reviews, Conversation, Bookclubs, Lists.

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The Phoenix Report

Fact versus Fiction

About four years ago while I was studying psychic phenomena and psychic development in humans, I stumbled across a book written by Major Ed Dames and titled Tell Me What You See. I was immediately drawn in by the author’s claims that our military had been running a psychic spy program for the last two decades. Reading the book led me to more questions and a Pandora’s Box whose seal should never be broken. But an unrelenting curiosity found me spending the next two years reading everything I could get my hands on that pertained to the clandestine Stargate program. Two years later, Sergeant Major Seth Phoenix was born from the research that uncovered a real life psychic/telekinetic living in Russia during the Stargate era and ultimately inspired the creation of The Phoenix Series.

During the course of research for this book project, I studied a number of subjects, locations, and phenomena. Of most significance to me was the content concerning psychic development in humans and the genetic factors that were involved. During the Stargate program, soldiers were trained to be psychic spies by using a method called remote viewing. I was later informed that remote viewing could be taught to anybody, but the military’s real interest was in those individuals who tested high for psychic abilities such as clairvoyance and ESP.

The Stargate program was in operation for more than two decades and consumed a twenty million dollar budget by the time it was terminated in November, 1995. The U.S. Army’s top remote viewers were consulted to help locate missing children and criminals, as well as, spy on foreign governments. The program was also reportedly used to locate American hostages taken by a group of Iranians who took over the U.S. Embassy in Tehran from November 4, 1979 to January 20, 1981. While the Clinton Administration has been noted for shutting down the Stargate program, the top secret operation was actually born in 1975 and saw the support of three presidents, most notably Ronald Reagan.

On March 2, 1990, Tom Clancy’s The Hunt for Red October was released in movie theatres all across America. The film told the story of a Russian submarine captain wishing to defect. The typhoon-class nuclear missile sub was actually copied after a real life vessel that the Russians had been building for some time. U. S. Army Remote Viewer 001, Joseph McMoneagle has been credited with discovering the Russian submarine’s manufacturing point during a remote viewing session.

Stargate was conducted at Fort Meade, Maryland in a wood frame shed that served as the base headquarters. The program was highly classified with only about one hundred people supposedly aware of its existence. All remote viewers were required to sign an oath stating an absolute commitment to secrecy. Any breach of their contracts could result in a $10,000 fine and possible jail time.

Defense Intelligence Headquarters, 1988 at the height of the Stargate Program

These paranormal studies were also being conducted by the military and in association with the Stanford Research Institute located in California. SRI was once affiliated with Stanford University until it became a separate entity in 1970. As a non-profit research institute, it was dedicated to client sponsored research and development that included the U.S. Army’s remote viewing program.

Stanford Research Institute

HAARP

HAARP, this U.S. Air Force Installation is now run by the University of Alaska Fairbanks

By September, 1995, the CIA had already ceased all remote viewing work and all staff members had been reassigned somewhere else. At the end of the CIA’s review of the Stargate program and its real contribution to the military, it was decided that the project had not offered significant findings and would therefore be terminated by November. Opponents to the program’s shutdown argued that the assessment took less than two months to review over twenty-three years of research. And of the thousands of sessions conducted, only ten experiments of the last twelve months of operation were studied. In other words, only one percent of the program’s total available data was considered in the review.

After Stargate’s official termination, some staff members commented that the program had ended due to a number of reasons but most notably due to a lack of support within the military and intel, poor management, and lastly because the media was gathering. Others still believe to this day that the United States is secretly operating the Stargate program.

Another military based research project of paranormal interest to me was the HAARP program located near Gakona, Alaska. Work on the HAARP (High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program) was begun in 1993 and headed by the United States Air Force, United States Navy, the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, and the University of Alaska Fairbanks. The program’s research focuses on the study of the ionosphere and its reaction to the sun. The research was intended to benefit the military’s communication and navigational systems. The program was said to be successful in helping to develop better communication methods for submarines. But in spite of the program’s declarations, conspiracy theories have abounded.

According to many conspiracy theorists, HAARP is nothing more than a machine developed by the United States to control the weather and use it as a weapon. Some theorists blame HAARP for global warming, earthquakes, tornadoes, and hurricanes. And it has been said that HAARP is an instrument used for mind control. While these theories have never been proven, the program was officially shut down by the United States Air Force in 2014, but the University of Alaska assumed ownership of the program and its facility by August, 2015. At the time of this writing (April, 2017), the program is said to be officially back up and running.

While setting up the story outline for The Phoenix Series, I investigated psychic phenomena known as telekinesis and extra sensory perception (ESP). As a believer, my research was not aimed at debunking the supernatural but more importantly, it was aimed at understanding it. If telekinesis was a real and natural occurrence among certain individuals, what was causing it to happen? And one more question. Why are some people more psychic than others?

Reports of psychic abilities, telepathic communication, and supernatural phenomena such as telekinesis have been noted for centuries. In fact, some statistics suggest that more than fifty percent of Americans believe in the paranormal and the supernatural such as miracles or angelic appearances. During my analysis of psychic individuals, I noticed a few parallels that coincided with some of the information I had studied. In one of the books that I read involving psychic children (The Children of Now), it stated that a common denominator among psychic people was the appearance of blue eyes. And after examining pictures of the remote viewers in the Stargate program, I noticed that the top four of the program’s remote viewers appeared to have blue eyes.

Major Ed Dames—Blue Eyes

Joseph McMoneagle—Blue Eyes

Ingo Swann—Blue Eyes

Lyn Buchanan—Blue Eyes

David Morehouse—Unable to verify.

Major Edward Dames

Ingo Swann

Joseph McMoneagle

Lyn Buchanan

I then decided to look at other famous psychics to see if they shared the same traits. I searched for famous individuals who claimed to possess psychic or supernatural abilities. One of the most convincing was Jeanne Dixon, the astrologer and psychic who reportedly had a dream of John F. Kennedy’s assassination prior to the event. She even called The White House and asked the president not to go to Dallas. And the color of her eyes? She was a blue-eyed beauty with red hair. So does this mean that a brown-eyed person cannot be psychic? Of course not. But the parallels are there and worth consideration.

In other references, I found medical research that explained how psychics often share the same characteristics such as being ambidextrous. And they often report that someone in their immediate family either has the “gift” of insight now, or it may have been present in a relative now deceased. Could this suggest that “psychic gifts” are genetic?

Other noted traits of the psychic sometimes involved a near death encounter and/or an out of body experience, known as a Near Death Experience (NDE). The individual often reported a spike in their abilities after surviving a near fatal event. Science has attempted to explain the NDE as a hallucination experienced from a lack of oxygen. However, there are literally millions of people who have experienced NDE’s and the similarities of their stories are too uncanny to dismiss.

The final part of this project’s research landed me in the middle of Nina Kulagina’s biography. Born on July 30, 1926, the Russian psychic and telekinetic served in the Russian army at the young age of fourteen. She reportedly was able to move objects at will, and it was said that the Russian housewife also possessed healing abilities. She was studied by dozens of scientists and became an international name when she demonstrated the ability to stop a frog’s heart during a scientific experiment held March 10, 1970.

Nina Kulagina, Russian Psychic

Nina Kulagina, Russian Psychic demonstrating Telekinesis

Nina Kulagina was the inspiration for Nikita Oleshun’s character in The Phoenix Series. The small framed, brown-eyed woman was married to a Russian engineer and had three children. She sustained a battle injury to the abdomen that caused chronic pain for most of her life. In her later years, it was stated that her abilities had faded possibly due to aging, chronic pain from the battle wound, and the effects of childbirth. She died on April 11, 1990 from a heart attack. She was 63 years old.

In conclusion, writing The Phoenix Series has been exciting. I will miss the sergeant major and his Russian friend, Nikita. However, my research into unexplained mysteries will never cease. Having experienced a NDE at the age of fifteen and witnessing too many paranormal encounters to list, I will remain a believer in the possibility of supernatural phenomena. And it isn’t a coincidence that you are reading this report; because in a world of infinite possibilities, there is no such thing as accidents. Just remember, in the end and by direct orders of the CIA, this never happened.

Until we meet again,

L. Sydney Fisher

LSydneyFisher.com

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