~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die~

July 13, 2003
JOHN PALIFOX KEY AND SEARCHING FOR JOEY

I have decided to simultaneously post here at aspyre.net. More to add later. Tracey and anyone else please add comments. What about your long-view, Tracey?

Add comments:
Posted by pauladenail at July 13, 2003 12:23 AM
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okay i'm with you babe,,,more to follow,,,trcee
Posted by: Tracey Lancer at July 13, 2003 12:28 AM

Really Paula do you think that you will win Joey this way? He was one of the people that wanted it kept quiet. Wouldn't you stand a better chance at winning him if you ended all talk of this hoax?
Posted by: Someone Else at July 13, 2003 12:54 AM

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die ~

CORRUPTIO OPTIMI PESSIMA

For when love becomes such an obvious obsession, only pain and loneliness will follow
Posted by: NEUTIQUAM ERRO at July 13, 2003 07:52 AM

July 13, 2003
I'm alone

I'm all alone now. Ghislaine and Micheline and Yvon are at a bal populaire. They will come home all soused as usual and probably with their clothes torn to shreds.

I'm drinking a bottle of Saint-Emilion by myself and booting it with calva, so this may not be too clear. I feel light headed. But I know I'm in contact with Joey and maybe Isa too. I don't have Tracey's long-view, but I can see things at a distance sometime.

I see a very worried Joey. He's in a dark place and using a candle. It is summer and hot in the Camargue, but Joey is cold and damp. He rises above it like usual. He doesn't care.

I have to be true to my diary and write some of the early history of

Joel Marchand Leguay

born: 21 November 1952
at: Angola, Sussex County, Delaware, U.S.A.
from: Daniel Leguay and Andrea Marchand

From the start, Dan and Andrea knew they had an unsual child. He was born with a skin over his (beautiful) face which had to be removed by a doctor. He was an unsual child in that he was born with dark, penetrating eyes and had these even as a newborn babe. He would follow people with his deep eyes, and some were even weirded out by this child and his strange glance.

As a young boy, Joel displayed above-average awareness and learning-curve abilities. He was highly sensitive to the environment around him, moreso than dull blobby babies in the room with him. One could tell that he was special and totally unique. He was already not of this world. He was a real charmer, and relatives came from all over Maryland and Delaware to bear gifts in his name. His nursery was filled to the ceiling with gifts, and even strange, unknown persons arrived bearing gifts. As soon as his birth announcement was in the local and state newspapers, unknown persons came with small tokens of appreciation. Andrea was scared at first because of her strange baby and because of these unfamiliar visitors, but Dan just said they were "political friends" and took the gifts.

Dan was assistant regional county prosecutor for Southeastern Sussex and worked from an office in Lewes not far from the Jersey ferry landing on the ocean (Delaware Bay). Andrea was socially involved in Angola and the larger Rehoboth community. She too was a little strange and known to have visions that her older son Eric (Ricky) would be rich and even famous one day, but when little Joey came, she was positive that he was a gift from a higher, darker power.

Andrea said that a colored bird flew into Joey's window from the ocean on the day he was brought home from Angola Clinic. She said the bird was like none ever seen before and that it circled the bedroom five times and flew back out the window and disappeared never to be seen again. Also a blind dog of some hugh size took up sudden residence at the Leguay home on the same day as Joey and seemed to instinctively guard the infant Joey. When visitors came to see the baby and his strange eyes, the dog would silently position itself by the bed and watch them through its dull, sightless eyes.

Later on the day Joey learned to walk (very prematurely), the dog vanished without a trace.

Is it possible that the bird and the dog were signs of future greatness? Andrea felt so. Danny pretended not to notice.

At age 1.5 Joey wrote the word "foam" on a green chalk board that Andrea still has. He disappeared briefly then and was found an hour later at the ocean playing in billows of foam---like a seachild. From that moment on, he became a foam-child, a gift of the ocean.

Danny and Andrea did not believe in any religion, so Joey and his handsome older brother Eric (Ricky) were free to form their own beliefs about nature. Both boys were convinced that they were from the sea and needed to return one day. Danny and Andrea did not contradict this belief.

It is possible, therefore, that Joel Leguay did indeed come from the sea.

Over the extent of his infancy, many strange and unknown visitors continued to arrive with gifts and a desire to see the baby.

A strange multicolored mural of unknown shapes appeared mysterious on the sea cliff near the Leguay home in Angola.

But all of Delaware was soon to become aware of the Powers of Joey.

Did I get this right, Andy? Hope so.

More later.

Posted by pauladenail at July 13, 2003 01:18 AM
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the onliest bird that came in that window was the bird of freekin death----blind dog at his bedside sheesh do you expect us to belief that????
Posted by: turkeyfart at July 13, 2003 02:36 AM

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die ~

July 13, 2003
La Tour de Carcasonne

Oh, it's going to be the Tour de Carcasonne tomorrow. I can't wait. I like crowds. It's like being back home in Delaware by the sea. We have to take the SNCF to Carcasonne. Ghis will be off work and I think Micheline will be there too.

I will be sad.

I won't have a good time.

I can't speak the language.

Joey's not here.


I hate Joey. I have decided that I hate Joey. He is not a super anything as I've stated. He's like a demon. He went to the Chateau of Fressac because he's a demon and is trying to escape responsibility. He flees anything that requires effort. I hate him. I hate him. I will expose him as the monster he is.

I wrote about the strange signs at his birth today. Well, think of this. A circus elephant also broke loose on that day (21 XI 52) and stampeded and killed another child named Marcus Brown. Marcus Brown died on the same day Joey was born. Joey may have stolen Marcus' soul. A soul for a soul. There was a circus carnival with gypsies in Hobo and the elephant just got loose and killed that little boy. And Joey's father got the family to not prosecute because the carnival owners were in cahoots with the city of Hobo.

There I said it.

Joey was born under an evil sign. He stole a soul. He has never given it back. Joey owes the soul of Marcus Brown. Joey's father died in prison. That's another story for later. It wasn't about Marcus Brown. Joey is not good. Joey is not bad. He is just an entity. I don't care about Joey any more. I've had it.

I'm going to be sick and not go to the Tour de Carcasonne. Ghislaine can say it's like my time or whatnot. I can't say that in French. I can't say much at all in French. I hate it here.

Why can't Joey come back?
Posted by pauladenail at July 13, 2003 02:00 AM

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die ~

July 13, 2003
NEWS FROM THE CENTRE

The Centre is one of Joey's obsessions. He has had some contact in his life with The Centre. These are, as he says, the "ancient immortals" who direct all human activity and have done so throughout history.

Ghislaine said today that we would soon have contact with a bonafide person or representative of The Centre. This person would be coming from Marseilles by SNCF late today. It is a man who wants to see me before I go back to Delaware.

I plan to tell him nothing about Joey. Lots of people want to know why Joey went to the Departement du Bord and the Chateau of Fressac. Lots have been asking me since I got here. I have some ideas, but I'm not saying anything. They can't read this weblog because it's private and just for my friends back home. Even Joey doesn't know about this blog. They always ask me the same things: About Fressac. About his hike in Corsica. About that guy named Lorenzo who they have been looking for forever. I have a pretty good idea who Lorenzo is from Donna and Tracey, but I'm not telling a man who just happens to drop in here with Ghis.

They have this idea that Lorenzo built an observation post in the forests in Michigan which overlooks the Realm without your having to go into it. Joey says that must be a big sundial and wants to read what it says in Latin on it because the forest is marked with concrete sundials which have Latin sayings on them to direct people around. We did not see any of these when we were there. Ricky said it was just a myth. Lorenzo is supposed to be behind all that. We saw the Realm (royaume) but we did not see the sunclocks or any old towers in the forest.

I'm not saying anything to this man.

That is what Joey would want. If he discovered his stairwell to hell at Fressac, he'll be coming home and posting about it on Wanadoo. I can't wait. I suppose he'll be all torn up like they say he was when he got off the train in Calvi after his walk to Bonifacio on the south end of Corsica. Tanzique said he smelled like a wild animal. That excited me a little. He always has that smell. But this time his foot was swollen and infected. He used to like to make love when we were both dirty and then clean off in the ocean.

I'm not interested in going down into the earth to an Underworld. That is what Joey wants to do, not me. He heard that a gateway to the Underworld is in the bottom of the ruins of Fressac. I think that is unreliable information, but Rosy said it may be true according to legend. The local people think the Devil dwells at Fressac, and the Commune has finally closed it off to visitors.

All except Joey, that is. He claimed he would hike in and just eat off the ground like he does.
Posted by pauladenail at July 13, 2003 06:53 AM
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Ever hear the story of Persephone?
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 13, 2003 01:38 PM

You should have the Centre Contact me.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 11:58 AM

Barrett,
Speak child, for we are listening.
Posted by: Tiberius at July 14, 2003 04:38 PM

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die ~

July 13, 2003
DES NAINS, KOLBOLDES, NABOTS, LUTINS, DIABOLOTINS

Every week or so the crew of John Palifox Key go to Paimpont up in Brittany and just walk in and see "des nains, des lutins, des nabots, des diabolotins." They think these smaller inhabitants of the Parallel Realm are totally normal and have been visiting them for years. Elves, gnomes, trolls...etc.

I know they exist too because of the polaroid photos and because of everyone's reports. Ghislaine goes and so does Micheline and Yves, Gaston, Roger and Jean-Marc. Rosy is in there all the time and likes to make voice recordings with her little recorder.

I can't believe the attitude they have about these squatty little things. First, they feel they could wipe them out if they wanted. Mr. Key said he shot one with a .38 calibre in Georgia once when he was a kid, and it died on the spot. Rosy said they are a nuisance. They are just "bloqueurs" in her view, in the way. What she really wants from the Realm is the real estate, I think. Also, she's looking for a passage to Clipperton or to America. The creatures just get in her way, but they are too stupid to defend themselves. Jean-Marc hit one with a shovel and broke its shoulder. He was telling about it, and Ghis was translating for me. He said something like "putains de nains" she wrote that and said it meant something like "m-fucking dwarves."

Jean-Marc hates Joey because Joey once told him to leave the little guys alone. Joey won't kill anything unless he eats it. That is his rule. I like that better. Even Ghis wondered if we could get some kind of spray and just destroy them. Joey told her and her son to respect life more, all kinds of life.

Rosaline says Joey is a dreamer and to ignore him. They will kill off the little squatties when they want because they are just in the way and not good for France.

Those little dwarves are always taking in food to the deep parts of the Realm. They grow stuff on vines. In the pictures the stuff is always like big red squashes and round things about the size of a basketball and purple. Those pictures have plants in them that no one has ever seen here.

I get uncomfortable about the way they feel about those things. For sure Jean-Marc killed an alligator thing but he couldn't bring it out. It turned to like spiderwebs in his hands. These people like to kill too much.

Joey said that. They kill too much and don't respect life.

I wonder where he is today? The Tour de Carcasonne was a big bore, fire eaters and all that stuff like at the gypsy carnivals back home. One woman was so fat and/or pregnant that her stomach dragged on the ground. All everyone did was drink gallons of rouge and toss back quarts of calva. Gerard was stinking drunk on the train coming back. Gaston acted like a cop, which I suspect he is.

Still no word from that Centre person who is supposed to be here to see me and it is getting late.

Heard from Mom. She said I'm on at the Flame Bowl for another year. Guess I'm not getting to old or fat and people still want to see me dance and get naked. I don't think that will last much longer. I'm getting over the hill. I'm sure Joey sees that too. I have lines, and the customers don't like lines. I'm eating too much here. This will definitely be my last year dancing over there. In Hobo they like beach bunnies not old women like me. But for three days a week I still make more than I did in consumer affairs. I can take long vacations.

I want to stay thin also for Joey if he ever comes back. Which he won't. Everyone knows he's gone for good. Gone to the Underworld without Underwear I guess. Wonder if he'll eat bugs down there like he does up here?
Posted by pauladenail at July 13, 2003 04:04 PM
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You really should contact me through the About.com Paranormal Forum just click on my nick and send email. I'll set you straight.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 13, 2003 07:14 PM

Why don't you just start a fucking blog??

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die~

July 14, 2003
What is happening in Dover?

Monday afternoon. Everyone is drunk or has a hangover on this National Holiday. The streets are crazy with screaming and dancing or whatever they call it. They go absolutely wild. I'm sick of it. If I hear one more crowd attempt to sing the Marseillaise, I'll puke.

I came inside for some peace and quiet.

I work in a bar. I hear loud bartalk all night. I don't need it on these streets over the balcony.

I miss Joey and need to write about him and his life in Dover. I wonder if you can hear all this screaming and these fireworks at Fressac Castle buried deep in the swamps.

Godalmighty, I can't stand the shouting and singing anymore! Ghis is out there somewhere with Yves. So is Micheline.

Yet another Byron fan.

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die ~

EXCERPTS FROM THE LIFE OF JOEL LEGUAY IN DOVER, DELAWARE

Renae was one lucky babe finding Joey young like she did. They met on the street in Wilmington. He needed a dime (yes, it was a dime then) for a phone call and she was passing by. He stopped her and from that moment on they couldn't let go of one another. Once someone has seen Joey's eyes focussed on them, they can't escape him. He bewitches people that way. He bewitched Renae. He never totally bewitched me. Never.

She was working for a modelling agency in Wilmington down off Christiana Avenue or around Lancaster Street. She advertised hair products and soap. Soap for god's sake! She never had to get naked like I do at the Bowl. She just made nice simple photo-ads for her agency.

They had Joey in and he did some photo ads too. Men's stuff, I think. God, he was cute back then. What was he doing in Delaware? He should have been making movies. Renae was beautiful too, I have to admit it. She could have had work anywhere she wanted off Market Street in the clubs. But she turned a good nickle with her ads.

They got married and moved to Dovo. Joey refused to buy a house. He wanted to live right downtown over the busy stores in an apartment. He always needed to be in the center of things, where the action was. Renae wanted to move to Pickering Beach, but Joey always insisted on living above State Street. After they divorced, he stayed downtown and lived in some dump off Division Steet where the bums puked in front of the door every night. That was how he liked it. Joey had strange ways.

Joey was always obsessed by the depression. His father put that into him. He studied the depression and often tried to live like people during the depression. He never changed clothes or bought any new ones. Renae had to fight him to get a television. Joey read in his spare time and never, never watched television. He played on all sorts of sports teams, little things up at DSU. He bitched and bitched about have to leave the UN. That was an exciting job for him and he had it when Renae and he were first married. Then they closed his office, and he had to get an office job, which tore him up.

He did all sorts of drugs with his street friends and started drinking a lot. But he treated Renae like a queen, and she didn't deserve it. She was always jealous of Joey. Jealous as hell. He had spent all those years in the UN travelling everywhere, and she had hardly ever been out of Del. Going to Philly for a shoot was a big deal for her. Joey would sit around with his old UN buddies and talk about the African deserts or how they lived in Turkey or New Zealand. Renae was just overwhelmed, I guess. She knew she couldn't control him. As a woman, she just wasn't strong enough.

Joey had a lifetime of fugues. When he wanted to disappear, he just up and did it. Sometimes for days. He'd come back all scratched and bloody and with wild eyes and Renae knew not to ask questions. "It's just in his nature," she said. He needs his freedom.

No one knows what Joey did when he went missing. Some say he went to Philly and Wilmington and hung out in the lowest places. I know from hearsay that he used crack and smoked heroin. They knew it in the customs office too. They just accepted it because he was so charming to everyone and an expert on auto parts imported from the East. He was always seen here and there on his days off. Haunting the lowest reaches of Washington Street or Printz Boulevard with people that no one would be caught dead with.

Around the holidays, Joey would take wads of bills and pass them out to the bums and homeless people around Upper Market Street or in Dovo down Mary Street or Salisbury Road where no decent person would dare to go. He dressed in black and was like a mystery man in the night. He would sneak up on some homeless woman with dirty street kids and slip $100 or $200 in their hands and vanish. He would pass out half pints of brandy to the alkies. He'd trade booze for crack with one guy, and then give the crack to someone else and dash off. He did that for years. And after he and Renae were divorced, he did it with Troy and Lorianne when they were small. He took little children into those neighborhoods. I can't even imagine it.

But both Troy and Lorianne still do this by themselves around holidays. Lorianne became a social worker and she goes into the projects alone now. At Christmastime she dresses different and passes out money and drugs just like her father did. It's like a habit they can't break. Troy goes up and down the shore and gives food and money to the drifters and the people sleeping in the dunes. They got all that from Joey.

Mom said Joey did a horrible thing. He'd find someone really down on their luck at a relief agency and would make them swear that there was no god and if they they did he'd give them lots of money.

After Christmas he was always broke. He borrowed from co-employees and even stole a lot of stuff from the government and sold it in pawn shops. But he made plenty of money. He just gave it away to bums. He always said he hated Christianity but admired St. Paul who washed the feet of lepers and rubbed his body with their sores. He'd say "exemplum Pauli" all the time when he was doing something gross like that with street people. He said giving away everything was "his religion" and that he was a pagan atheist. Renae's mother got to where she wouldn't even let him in the house. She was upper-class Christiana and Kennett Street, Wilmington's finest. She tried to have sex with Joey once when Renae was in NY for a shoot, and he refused. She never forgave him for turning her down.

Everybody wanted to "have sex" with Joey. I don't know why. They were just attracted to him. They liked his stories about the UN and his body which was always nice to look at.

But later when the kids were older he developed an achille's heel. He had taken that motorcyle he stole over the Mem bridge into Jersey. He crossed it all the time like everyone else, but all at once he freaked out driving over it and got so afraid of bridges that he couldn't function. He once froze up trying to drive to Washington over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and the police had to drive his car for him. But that bridge is the scariest in the world, and they have people there drive for you if you can't take heights and curves. Even I am afraid on that bridge. For a while Joey couldn't even get out of Del because he was so traumatized by bridges, even low bridges. He had trouble on Del-13 crossing the canal even.

In the Customs Office everyone knew that Joey was "not of this world." They would sleep with him one day, brag about it the next, and then diss him for weeks because of his funny ways. He used to say, even when I met him, that he was not made for this world. He wanted adventure and excitement. He wanted his old routine back with the UN. He wanted to get back into looking for these Realm entrances, and that was how he met that stupid ass Jon on line. They both wrote each other long notes in Latin and Joey got back into looking for a "portal" or whatever they call it. He started hanging around in Lower Sussex on his days off looking for that place Ricky and his friends went into when Joey was in correctional school and couldn't go with them.

It wasn't until he went with us and Ricky up to Michigan that actually saw something of the Realm. They told him that they would take him directly in if he came to France, so he did. He just cashed in his tiny, tiny retirement, got some money for his car and duplex on State Street and flew over with Alain to Ajaccio and later went to Calvi. They took him up to Paimpont, and he promised to go back to his online forums and say the whole thing was a hoax. They made me promise the same. So we both did. Big deal, other than those Micronations assholes and a few old spooky so-called psychic "housewife" babes those forums don't count for shit. I don't even read them anymore. I don't care what frustrated little boys and over-the-hill country club hussies write on a computer log.

When Joey took all their recent trip diaries and put them into Latin, he said he screwed them up royally. He said he made lots of changes that they wouldn't even catch unless they read Latin fluently. He said there was only one lady online who was "worth pissing on" and he intended to meet her someday and she was in Michigan but we didn't go see her. Well, duh, he was with me!

Then he took their pages and brought them back to Dovo and gave them to that whole band of druggers and punkers on Mary Street for safekeeping. He told me where they hid it in their beer joint, which was just a drug front anyway. Bunch of teenage piercers and burnt-out beach bunnies posing like musicians in a pizzeria. He told me that Donna and Tracey could go get them anytime they wanted, but no one ever had the guts to go into that place. It smelled like puke and they never got sober enough to even sell their food to normal people. They got Corey down from Michigan and started doing that mushroom stuff and bought some dogs and monkeys to "purify" it. They drank their piss. Their piss!!! This was the man I loved. A weirdo. A demon-child. I hate him and wish he had never driven through Seaford that day!

Lorianne was like a teenage model herself, but she wanted some stories. So I took them to Vascozich and they got the whole Flower Station thing first hand and Lorie wrote it and won a school prize for it in Dovo. Then she broke another girl's collarbone and they suspended her. When she went to UD, she didn't even have a regular high school diploma. But she graduated in Social Work and went to work for Del in the projects. I guess she can handle herself pretty well.

Troy was selling his butt around the pier to the old perverts. I know that Joey did that too when he was a kid. Hobo is full of perverts with money who like cute boys. Troy started bartending, but his real money came from down on the beach at night. He got a lot of girls pregnant too. I don't know what they did about that. I think Joey wrote off a lot of checks. Troy could never live up to Joey and that was his obsession, to be like his dad. He couldn't even throw a football straight but he wanted to go all-state like Joey did. Christ, they have plaques and stuff about Joey all over the place. Like the greatest high school football hero ever seen in Del. Troy couldn't handle that. He still can't. So he just bartends and screws everything in sight and takes money from pervs for their giving him sex. He'll end up in Millsboro someday behind bars.

Joey likes all this stuff. He likes the low stuff. He wanted to do a book with Lorianne's true stories from Child Relief. She told him no. Joey hates what he calls the "middle class." He hates women who fix their hair and shop for nice clothes. He won't allow anyone to wear perfume or cologne around him.

How I wish he'd never driven through Seaford with Lorianne.

But now I know that that was what made him great and more outstanding than other people. He thought normal society was "heinous" - his favorite word and wanted only the company of the spooky ones. He started going back to the beach at night and sleeping under the stars and eating all that ocean stuff again. He got that 1000 mile stare they always talk about, and he broke his big rule in life which was not to talk about Viet Nam and who he had killed or seen killed. He was an anti-American socialist/marxist and hated wars, but they drafted him.

I think he married Patricia out of desperation last year. She latched on to him and wouldn't let him go. She brought him nepenthe and quaalude from Christiana Hospital, contraband drugs, and talked him into marrying her before they moved him to Seattle where he didn't get along with anyone. She was glad to get rid of him I think because she said "he's just not fit for marriage." She came from around New Orleans and wanted to go back there, so he tried to get into a business with those sewer rats that people eat, forget the name. But he lost all his money. Patricia knew we were going together at the time and didn't care. She told me she was glad that Joey had a "hobby." She called me a hobby. She can get any guy she likes. She's real pretty and has a nice accent. She went home a month or two ago I think. Joey just up and went to France. He's like that. He can speak the language and he knew all these people. He liked Corsica but he wants to go and die in Marseilles. He made some kind of prediction about himself dying in Marseilles long ago.

But that's not going to happen. We all know that he will die at Fressac Castle. He'll find his underworld and then just die.

I wish it were not this way. I miss Delaware already and want to go home early if Ghis doesn't care. The National Holiday today has convinced me. I do not belong here.

I can't go without seeing Joey again. Trace knows that. So does Mom. Nikki is too young to care. She looks just like him. I get weirded out by her eyes myself sometimes.

SO IT COMES TO PASS THAT ON THE 9th DAY OF THE DISAPPEARANCE OF JOEL LEGUAY OF ANGOLA, SUSSEX, DEL, THAT I WRITE THIS ACCOUNT IN MY INTERNET DIARY FULL WELL KNOWING THAT NEITHER I NOR ANYONE ELSE WILL EVER READ THIS OR SEE HIM AGAIN.
Posted by pauladenail at July 14, 2003 03:31 PM

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Why not have the Centre Contact me?
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 11:53 AM

What no comments?
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 11:59 AM

P. if you insist on mentioning me in this mess, please use my correct name instead of 'Ricky'. That's what my mother called me. I'm not a little boy anymore. Heard from T. today and she said to read all this. What chaos. Are you okay?
Posted by: Close Call Tomorrow at July 14, 2003 12:00 PM

Reality, I have given up that forum stuff. How did you get this weblogsite? It's private. I'm not having anyone contact you at all. It's because of ppl like you that Joey is disappeared. That's my opinion. He never said that.
Posted by: pauladenail at July 14, 2003 12:03 PM

Um no its not. If you want you can contact me.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 12:16 PM

If you had any idea of how I could help get joey back, I would... Although I suspect he will find nothing.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 12:22 PM

Since I know Eric LeGuay is coming here, why don't you contact me.:/
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 12:41 PM

Paula, if an actual person is to blame for his disappearance, it's you.

And I quote.." Paula is 29 years old, divorced from 3 guys, and absolutely crazy. She'd be here
in Corsica in a minute if I didn't cover my tracks. Paula is the type who I truly suspect would try to kill me. No lie. If I saw her strolling around in Calvi, I'd look for a gun or knife. Remember that stupid movie where the woman boiled the rabbit? That's Paula. Why do I attract these kinds?"
Posted by: Blondie at July 14, 2003 12:43 PM

I really think you should move on, for your own sanity.

At first I couldn't stand you, then I found you amuzing, now I really am starting to feel sorry for you.

You have to realize you're being used, don't you?
Posted by: Blondie at July 14, 2003 12:51 PM

To Blondie--- How do you know anything? How do you know what it feels like to be close to Joey and feel his power. Who are you? Friend of Donna right? I had him for a while. You never did.

I'll cut open a vein and die for Joey. I had him once. That was enough.
Posted by: pauladenail at July 14, 2003 04:33 PM

Barrett,
Speak child, for we are listening. You wished to be contacted, and you are.
What questions have you for us?
Posted by: tiberius at July 14, 2003 04:52 PM

From what I understand the Centre isn't the Templare or Discordians. Rather it is the Grand daddy of all those. So can I join?
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 06:09 PM

That is of course if you are really from the Centre.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 06:10 PM

Might as well ask: Anything strange happen in Germany in the year 1127? Also where can I find the copy of Key's book that Loic spoke of?
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 06:22 PM

Do you have a non-public contact point? As there are things I would rather not ask here. Also can you give some evidence your not a random person posting a joke?
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 14, 2003 10:19 PM

Hey hon! Just getting back atcha. Hope this is all making you feel better. Remember French class at SHS? You were the one that skipped out and smoked LOL. Betcha regret that now. Ghislaine sounds pretty cool. Talked to your ma yesterday. Nothing new. Keep writing about jerkface if it makes you feel better. Don't worry about comments. They grow up just out of nowhere on the blogs. Keep focused. Traycee
Posted by: Coven Queen at July 15, 2003 12:15 AM

Speak not of the Center woman. Speak not of the Center boy. Speak not of the Center anyone.

We are the ancient Ones the Intelligint Ones. We control almost everything. We dont wish Contact with mere persons like yous. We live only in High Places and look Down. To us you are tiny and insigficant. You are a roatch. Speakith not of The Center yous out there.
Posted by: Masticator at July 15, 2003 12:55 AM

"Yous" out there? Nice annoying Michigan slang you've got there fake Centre person.

To Paula:
No, I am NOT a friend of Donna. I'm the Michigan girl worth pissing on, as Joey so eloquently put it apparently. So you had him for awhile, goodie for you - look what it's done to you. You've turned into a pathetic mass of obsession coupled with self-pity. Not very pretty. You're right I never had him. I never needed to.
Posted by: Blondie at July 15, 2003 01:32 AM

For the one posting as Masticator, Tiberius was more believable than you.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 15, 2003 03:08 AM

Barrett,
You never get something for nothing. Tell us, child, why should we answer your questions? We are not benevolent. We only act in ways that benefit us. We are entirely, unashamedly, self serving. Tell us why, and I'll answer your first question. Tell us what you intend to do after you are given the information, and we'll answer the second.
But, be aware, if your answers are not complete and satisfactory, we will not answer your questions. Additionally, realise that it is perfectly acceptable for us to be selfish and self serving. For you to take that attitude with us at any time is unacceptable.
Posted by: Tiberius at July 15, 2003 09:11 AM

Barrett,
You ask for a non-public point of contact. Answer our questions, and we will provide you with an e-mail address. If your answers are satisfactory, you will receive a call at precisely 4:15 p.m. US Mountain Time. The caller will give you the address, and the address only. He will be instructed to speak only to you, and speak only the e-mail address.
How do you know we are real? You will. All will be known to you.
Posted by: Tiberius at July 15, 2003 09:22 AM

One I may know more then I let on. Two I am not being that Self-serving just guarded. 1127 Germany has something important to it that I am interested in for reasons outside of myself. What there was an event there that I want to track the descendents of. If your from the centre you should know that if you know of 1127 Germany. What would I do with the book. I would keep it. It would be worth it for me. I would read it and put it somewhere safe.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 15, 2003 11:31 AM

Barrett,
You try our patience.
We will give you one last chance. Why should we tell you the information you seek? What will you do with the information once you obtain it from us?
We could very easily give you information regarding certain species of lycanthrope, their origins, their history.
We could very easily answer your questions regarding the location of the tome.
Answer our questions.
Posted by: Tiberius at July 15, 2003 12:02 PM

For an Immortal you sure are impatient. There is an event in 1127 Germany that has implications for today. As for the book, I'd use it.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 15, 2003 12:56 PM

Barrett,
Vulpine Garou. That's what you are seeking information about, yes?

The book by Key, Proofs of My Return, that's the book you seek, yes?

You are not answering our questions, child. Perhaps your understanding is not as well developed as we expected. Perhaps we should rephrase our. Bear in mind that our questions must be answered for BOTH of your questions.

Why should we give you the information that you seek regarding lycanthropes in 12th century Germany? Why should we give you information about Proofs?

What will you do with the information about lycanthropes in 12th century Germany? What will you do with the book?

First, you say you will keep the book for personal reasons. Then, you say that you will use the information contained therein. But to what end? What benefit will that hold for us?
You say that the event in Germany relates to today. For you? For me? For who? Whom will this information benefit?

Barrett, I now present to you a choice. You must choose which information you hold most dear. Will you seek the book about portals and the Realm? Or will you seek information about your clan and kin. The choice is yours. Choose wisely.
Posted by: Tiberius at July 15, 2003 01:13 PM

You are at least paying very good attention to the about paranormal forum and good at extrapolating information. Wrong group for the clan and kin. I'm pretty sure for me personally it has a closer tie to Japan and Kitsune.

But now Germany 1127 there should have been more than just one species of Garou. Decendents of the humans that encountered them would still be keeping track of the decendents of the Garou and potentially eliminating them. There should have been x survivors of Garou, I want the Male to Male and Female to Female lineage of all of them.

I wasn't there, but this is important to those that were. It isn't my place to say for who as it isn't for me.

One of the Garou went to Scotland at that time after the encounter. Names of people who got caught between the two groups and how it happened.

So that gives more specifically on 12th Century Germany, Male to Male and Female to Female lineage of the Garou? The decendents of humans of that encounter? People who got caught in between? To verify you really know tell me some of the species that were there other than what has been stated.

Why do I want that, to help a friend.

Now for that book. Why do I want it, I desire to have proof that the damn thing exists for one. Would I use it to figure out everything said in it. Yes. I want to know how big the issue is. I've heard that 'greys' are involved in it somehow that is another big reason. Last big reason I have right on the top of my head at the moment is it would help answer my questions into the nature of reality.

I guess I can say this, the information on Germany benefits the Garou that were there.

The question of more pressing need is the Garou I'd say. Now to my last thing. How can I join the Centre?...
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 15, 2003 05:21 PM

Barrett,
Child, someone has been spinning fanciful tales to you.
You speak of werewolves, werefoxes, wereboars, werebears...you speak of a great battle, a great hunt, in the dark times.
You speak of portals and alien greys...
Your motives for knowing the lineage are noble. At one time, we would have respected nobility such as that.
Your motives for seeking the manuscript are understandable.
You did a good job of explaining YOUR motives, and you are getting closer to the answer we seek. Tell me, why should WE assist YOU?
We understand fully what you intend to do with this knowledge, but why should we share it with you?
As for your last point, how absolutely and utterly arrogant of you. How dare you assume that one simply joins "The Center" like it is the local community center. You are audacious, young one, we shall concede that. You are also persistent.
But, audacity and persistence do not account for anything as far as we are concerned.
This is your choice: You will either answer our question directly, clearly, concisely, or you will cease your inquiries. If our question is not answered, we will no longer answer you.
Understand, boy, that opportunities such as this do not happen even ONCE in most lives. You have had the privilege of a day of discourse with us. Our patience is at an end.
You will answer our question: Why should WE give this information to YOU?
You will have one more response. If our question is answered to our satisfation, then all will be revealed. The survivors of that affair have long been known to us, and their geneology will be presented in it's entirety to you in one post. Additionally, locations of 3 copies of the tome will be made known. Additionally, you will receive one other item. You will receive that which Key held as his Proof. You will receive the only item successfully recovered from the Realm.
If you do not answer our question, you will receive nothing. Only a blank response.
Weigh your words carefully. Weigh your reasoning. Choose your grammar with utmost caution.
Consider: We cannot be influenced by wealth. We abhor fame. We detest notoriety. We will not be swayed by physical pleasures.
Why should we help you?
-Tiberius
Grand Consular of
Ulaan Bataar
Gateway to the Center
Posted by: Tiberius at July 15, 2003 06:19 PM

Hmm, I doubt your from the Centre but I will respond anyway as Paula indicates that someone from there is watching the comments. Apparently if you are from the centre they have lost their youthfull vitality.

If the Centre truly has immortals in it. Then here is what I think that at least some of the original members were non-human. If that is the case the Centre may have an interest in protecting non-humans from humanity.

If you are truly from the centre and give me that information (and it is true). I may do something you request I do with it. Even reporting what I find back. Here is a question that might answer why, has anyone ever thought to find out how the portals work?

Good for you on all those things you dislike. I couldn't have used them anyway. Then maybe the acquiring of more knowledge is to your liking. The desire to understand the soure of hope and reality.

Why would I join because your group knows a lot is older then the templars. I have far more questions than I asked, those are the only ones I know enough of to ask about though. Really a post that contains the entire male to male and female to female lines of the Garou. There are 250 of them and it doesn't always follow the first male or female born but it does follow male to male and female to female. Genetic Memory and Forced Reincarnation that is, too bad about losing their true forms though.

As for the Centre not even contacting most even Once. Well most don't know of the Centre. And most don't know of anything paranormal.

As for my last point, I'm only 21, I have decades to research and find the Centre.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 16, 2003 01:33 AM

----
Posted by: Tiberius at July 16, 2003 08:39 AM

Well I'd say that our goals intersect at least.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 16, 2003 10:59 AM

Well Tiberius I just can't answer your why. As Paultergeist says you want me to beg. Oh there is no reason why you should give me what I want. "There is nothing that I can do to make it worth your while. I will forever be in your debt." Feh. No sentient being is any superior to any other. Although Paultergeist things differently.

Oh yes Paultergeist I haven't told them more than what was already out there. Maybe I act the goofball to make people underestimate me.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 16, 2003 08:16 PM

"Maybe I act the goofball to make people underestimate me."
Nobody's that good of an actor. This is totally natural.
Posted by: Paul Tergeist at July 17, 2003 10:45 AM

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die ~

July 15, 2003
IN A HURRY THIS MORNING

I need to be out most of the day today. I wanted to note that today is the 15th and that still there is no word from Joey. I'm starting not to care. I can feel his presence around me but he can't be seen. Could it be that he is actually here with us now? I've heard he can be in more than one place at once.

I want to write Joey's football history as best as I can remember it from Eric and from Andy (his mother). I don't think I can do it today. I wanted to post a website about it in the Delaware high school hall of fame archives, but I lost the address.

This is the most crowded town I've ever been in. More than NYCity. They are still cleaning up from yesterday.

I don't miss Joey at all this morning. Not at all. I think I'm getting over him. That new person from The Centre (oh...spooky!!!) is meeting us at the Gare d'Austerlitz in Paris when we change trains. Can't wait. I'll have nothing to say. I'm used to dealing with guys, any guys. They just look at one thing on you. I'm going to dress down today, look sloppy. When I don't think about Joey I dress better. He likes everyone so dirty and sloppy. Natural he calls it. He hasn't shaved but a few times since he got here. I don't think he's ever used any soap. Just the ocean. I wish he were here a little. I need someone from home to talk English with. Miche and Ghis just giggle and giggle away in French, and I don't have a clue what they are talking about. I hear Joey's name in their words here and there and they look up at me and laugh. It would be nice if he were going with us today. I miss him. A lot.

Back for a quick edit note before I leave: Read T's comment. Thanks. Thought: Who will Jerkface have to take care of him when he's old??
Posted by pauladenail at July 15, 2003 12:27 AM
Comments

Feh. Do everyone a favor and keep your group from returning from the other realm.
Posted by: JPK at July 15, 2003 03:08 AM

Paula's blog is always timeless.

www.aspyre.net/pauladenail

All the signs and symbols of Joey. Gotterdammerung and Childe Harolde to the Dark Tower came....

The OP forgot the central Horace quote however, which I will add for balance. If you are seeking Joey, as I suspect someone is, this is a major key.

VIXERE FORTES ANTE AGAMEMNONA MULTI;SED OMNES ILLACRIMABILES URGENTUR IGNOTIQUE LONGA NOCTE CARENT QUIA VATE SACRO. (Horace 65-8 BC)

***************************

But then again the stylized birth of Joey, from the inimitable Paula, does seem a little Christ-like-------------or perhaps larger than a mere Christ:

As a young boy, Joel displayed above-average awareness and learning-curve abilities. He was highly sensitive to the environment around him, moreso than dull blobby babies in the room with him. One could tell that he was special and totally unique. He was already not of this world. He was a real charmer, and relatives came from all over Maryland and Delaware to bear gifts in his name. His nursery was filled to the ceiling with gifts, and even strange, unknown persons arrived bearing gifts. As soon as his birth announcement was in the local and state newspapers, unknown persons came with small tokens of appreciation. Andrea was scared at first because of her strange baby and because of these unfamiliar visitors, but Dan just said they were "political friends" and took the gifts.

Dan was assistant regional county prosecutor for Southeastern Sussex and worked from an office in Lewes not far from the Jersey ferry landing on the ocean (Delaware Bay). Andrea was socially involved in Angola and the larger Rehoboth community. She too was a little strange and known to have visions that her older son Eric (Ricky) would be rich and even famous one day, but when little Joey came, she was positive that he was a gift from a higher, darker power.

Andrea said that a colored bird flew into Joey's window from the ocean on the day he was brought home from Angola Clinic. She said the bird was like none ever seen before and that it circled the bedroom five times and flew back out the window and disappeared never to be seen again. Also a blind dog of some hugh size took up sudden residence at the Leguay home on the same day as Joey and seemed to instinctively guard the infant Joey. When visitors came to see the baby and his strange eyes, the dog would silently position itself by the bed and watch them through its dull, sightless eyes.

I wonder how many people have made copies of aspyre.net/pauladenail?

The site is gradually being shut down....by whom? by what?

Aspyre is running out of space.. So they have to start taking it down bit by bit..

Sadly its no more diabolical than that..

Hehe, yes..

All sorts of stuff.. Some athletic guy..

So not me.. :)

After Sunday, if there is an after Sunday, I believe you will see a "new" MNI rebound if you know where to look, and it isn't here.

Very true.. Sunday it is..

But I care not where MNI is.. They have nothing to offer.

Titles, medals, pseudo-countries and decorations of all sorts. Haven't you really wanted to turn your backyard into a country? Or get a decoration for services rendered in the course of noble micronational combat against the enemies of Unseen Dave?

There is MN money, uniforms, anthems, flags. A whole world apart.

It's spring break. That must be it.

~What once was, is now lost - yet could never die ~

July 15, 2003
WASTING TIME IN RENNES

We have some extra time to kill. We're all going home. The gang is going to spread out and go separate directions in Paris. The rain has been vicious and we couldn't get past a roadblock set up by the CRS-gendarmes along the routes to Paimpont. The whole area is cordoned off because of a bank heist near Fougeres, and Rosy figured that so many of us would cause attention if we rented a van and drove around the Vilaine River to the other side and went in from there. Ille-et-Vilaine is plenty creepy without having cops to contend with.

Rosy is really pissed. She wanted this to be the ultimate group event. She got that guy Gaetan to come along with a plastic collapsable box to carry a squattie back home in on the SNCF. I've never seen her so redfaced and fuming and foaming at the mouth. She can be an evil bitch sometimes. I'd like to slap the cigarette right out of her mouth and say "wise up, bitch."

I'm not in the least bit sad about this. I just went along because I'm in the group. I've seen enough of this kind of territory in Michigan, but Joey was there and that made it better because of his jokes and wisecracks. Joey makes everything better-----or worse, I don't know. You just want to hug him all the time instead of anything else. I do anyway. Sometimes I just hate him and hate thinking about him.

Train in 30 minutes. I can write this. I saw a letter in French and Latin sent by Joey to Rosy over 4 months ago from Calvi. Rosy just forked it over to where Ghis and I were sitting. I can't read French but Ghislaine translated it. Rosy didn't care. It looks like Joey broke the time code found in the really old (medieval) part of the Veculata. Rosy gave that to him to do. He did it. Rosy brought along an expensive chronometer and was going to time us out like the ancients did with sundials so that we could catch an opening and get the dead squatty out in one piece. We're going to do that next time. If you leave in a certain amount of time, you can drag things out. That's what Joey wrote them from his decoding the ancient text in medieval Latin. He figured it out and mailed it to them.

I don't understand. He didn't want any elves killed but he did this for Rosy, and she has blood on her lips and tongue whenever she talks about the "things." I'm glad we didn't make it past the cops. French cops look so dangerous anyway. They carry machine guns and point them sort of at you. Not like the cops in Del.

Rosy told me on the train aisle that Joey was just a poseur and that she hoped he would never return from Fressac. She actually said she wanted him to disappear into the underground tunnels, or city, or whatever. Then she said she didn't care if he died soon because now he's "inutile et sans valeur" useless and without value. Ghis translated this for me. Ghis said Joey is nice and cute and she doesn't want any harm to come to him. Rosy wants him dead!!!

I want to explore the moral foundations of Joel Leguay when I get back to Ghis' place and get online. I'm making a mental list of all his different ways, ways that he is not like anyone else. That's why I started this with his favorite quote from Rousseau a few days ago. Joey wants to be unlike anyone else, and he is.

When I get back to Del, I'm going to see Ricky in Wilmington. I may have to do him a "favor," but I want to see him anyway. Also, I'm flying to Georgia to see that Gary guy in Atlanta by Key's lake. I may have to do him a favor too, but I want to meet him. He has arrogantly remained out of this for too long. Rosy wants him contacted right away in person. She said she will give me money for the trip to Atlanta.

Train for Nantes is pulling in. I miss Joey when I see a train!!
Posted by pauladenail at July 15, 2003 08:55 AM

I'LL LOVE IT WHEN HE GETS TO POSTING THAT BLOGENTRY ON THE "LIZARD CAPTIVE" IN PLOERMEL.

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die~

July 15, 2003
VISIT FROM THE CENTRE

When Ghis and I got back to Nantes late yesterday afternoon the calling card of someone named Serge Vaillon was stuck in her door. The French use these enormous calling cards for nearly everything. A note that I couldn't read was scrawled on the back. It asked both of us to meet M. Vaillon at the central Cafe de la Paix near the Hotel de Ville in the crowded downtown part of the city. When we arrived there around 9pm, Vaillon jumped right up from a terrace table and grabbed my hand. I have no idea how he knew it was us.

Monsieur Vaillon looked like someone who dropped in from a gentleman's magazine. He had on that fabulously stylish matching jacket and tapered pants that look funny on anyone but the French. He was thin and rather effete in appearance, a very cultured type. Micheline told me he was a "minet." That's a word they toss around a lot here. It describes someone kind of effete, intellectual, overly-stylish and generally well-manicured. He spoke perfect English and told me he was sorry that we had not been able to go into the Paimpont woods yesterday morning. Even though he was definitely a snobby poop, he talked to me as if we were already best friends.

Ghislaine conveniently saw a couple of her friends and went to another table. M. Vaillon told me "welcome to France" about a hundred times and asked me if I was happy in his country. Then he rattled off about a thousand things he said I should see in this area. Then he got down to business.

Basically his business was to ask me twenty questions about Joey.

When was the last time I saw him?
Did I know exactly what he expected to find at the chateau de Fressac?
Did Joey mention that the Commune of Sauve had closed access to the castle?
Were Joey and I planning to get married? (huh??)
When was Eric (Ricky) coming over? (I didn't know he was...?)
Did any of these names ring a bell with me A,B,C, D... (I didn't recognize any of them)
Was Tracey really psychic and able to view remotely? (How did he know Tracey?)
Would I like to come somewhere in Switzerland and meet some "important people"?
How was Joey's mother doing?

Before long I realized that he did not want an answer for some of his questions like the last one. He told me how she was doing. He told me that Tracey had a talent. He told me that Eric would be in the UK soon on business.

It was like he was trying to let me know that he knew a lot of stuff.

But then the big question came: When I got back to America, was I going to write anything about Paimpont and what I was going to see soon?

He told me that would be a bad idea, but it was my choice. He also said he knew about this blog but thought it was harmless. He said he was reading it for the comments. He told me it was perfectly all right to "go fishing" for comments. I told him I wasn't really expecting many comments except from Tracey and the girls. He told me that he knew Trace and I had been friends since high school in Seaford and that he did not in any way want to come between us.

He was totally polite, but when he left he asked me to remain faithful to Rosy and not try to officially publish anything about what I saw in Michigan or would see in Paimpont. He said at least 4 times "the web-log is okay but no more."

I am thinking of discontinuing this blog when I go home in two weeks, maybe before. Strange discussions are coming up in the comments, and I don't know if I can handle more people telling me to "forget Joey."

But Vaillon got condescending and a little fatherly at one point and told me that worrying about Joey was not the best idea. "He may be gone," he said. I knew that already.

Yes, I am thinking about bringing this back to crimsonblog only where there are no comments. Too many people are reading this from Wanadoo and About forums.

When Vaillon shook my hand and left, he just vanished into the crowd on the street. There is always a crowd on the street. Ghis came back and said "minet" another fifty times. Minet is not a nice word in French. They use it all the time for well-dressed, educated people they don't like.

Vaillon had done a lot of talking into my chest. I had on that pullover that Tracey gave me that showed a little too much. I swear I could feel his eyes undressing me.

Ghislaine told me that he was from The Centre and not to mess with him. "They control everything," she said. "You'll probably see him again."

I did get a chance to ask him where Joey was. He avoided the question but rolled his eyes as if to say "not anywhere special." At one point he told me that Joey may be sick. He said Joey had a "bad foot." He also said Joey was too reckless. I knew that already.

This is not the kind of guy who would fit in in Hobo or Seaford, or even Wilmington for that matter. Just too well-dressed and spic and span. I'll know if he comes to Del next month or whenever.

Oh, I forgot. He asked me if I knew anything about Clipperton. I told him that all I knew was that Dave and those other guys wanted to take over the island but couldn't because of the navy boats. He said something like Clipperton was a "gateway to everything." An important place.

I wish Joey could read all this. Maybe he is. How long can you stay at a deserted castle? He's been gone over eight days. I had a dream about him in a dungeon place with hooded little creeps around him. I also had a dream that we were sleeping together like we used to on the sand at Slaughter Beach watching the ships come in.

I'm starting to feel really outside now. Even Ghis is getting to be like a stranger. I know they are all laughing at me. When I wouldn't do it with Jean-Marc, that pissed everybody off because they were all paired off. I have better things to do than sleep with really young guys with drooling lips. Jean-Marc doesn't know a word in English and he just wants to f**k. That doesn't need a language. I am getting a little lonely though. Guys look at me all the time and some stop me. Joey released me a long time ago, so I could go with anyone I wanted. I don't think Joey would even care.

I like older guys more than younger guys, and really Vaillon wasn't all that bad. He was like the men in the Bowl, all eyes. I expected him to leave me a cash tip at one stage in our discussion.

Ghis said he had a Swiss accent and that she hated the Swiss. She wanted to stop in at another bal populaire this evening. These people are always dancing behind taverns and so on. Now that Yves is gone, Ghis is looking for another guy to sleep with. She told me that. Told me she doesn't like to sleep alone.

AND THUS IT COMES TO PASS THAT ON THE TENTH DAY OF THE DISAPPEARANCE OF JOEL LEGUAY OF ANGOLA, SUSSEX, DELAWARE THAT I SET THESE THOUGHTS TO MY BLOG KNOWING THAT HE WILL NEVER READ THEM OR EVER SEE ME AGAIN. I AM VERY SAD THIS MORNING.
Posted by pauladenail at July 15, 2003 09:44 PM
Comments

How nice, God goes and says "The Keys to everything are on Clipperton Island". Maybe I'll have to there myself. Lol.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 16, 2003 12:03 AM

yeah blah yeah blah you all have your fist up your assses with yours centre and your island king-dom get real and get a boyfriend your joey is a wuss brained asswipe wrapped in a monkey dick just keep stiking your noses into your assess no one sees the centre like you got sick of trolling i see now you just got a big troll site of your own like a cockroach in jar
Posted by: Evil is as Evil does at July 16, 2003 11:11 AM

wheres the blonde hagbitch now? eating bugs with her beaou sucking his missing toe?
Posted by: Evil is as Evil does at July 16, 2003 11:14 AM

Such anger. I assume they still haven't given you what they promised you, have they Eric? Did you really expect them to?

So many puppets. It constantly amazes me how many weak, greedy minds there are in this world. It's sad.

I wouldn't concern yourself with the Centre. I'll remain confident that they know what they're doing. However, I doubt that Paula and the others realize exactly what that entails.

Hope springs eternal.

Posted by: Blondie at July 16, 2003 11:47 AM

Upon re-reading these messages by "Evil", it has dawned on me that this is most likely NOT him. Though it is obvious who the true author is attempting to represent.

Not even Eric spells that badly and is that careless with his sentence structure and so on.

However it is of no great importance. My previous message is true when directed towards so many. Not just him.
Posted by: Blondie at July 16, 2003 02:23 PM

Wow. How amusing. I just happened upon this site as well. Looks like in another comment section, one from "The Centre" or Center has been there. Reallity, you dolt. For being only 21, you have the arrogance of a would be world dictator. You think that you deserve admission to the Centre? If you are half as bright as you think you are, you would realize that they just manipulated you. To what ends, one can only speculate. But, my boy, you've been had.
Whoever that was on the other end corresponding with you just learned a ton about you.
Good luck, goofball.
Oh, and the correct answer to their question as to "Why should they help you?" is "You have no reason to help me. There is nothing that I can do or bring to you to make it worth your while. I will forever be in your debt." They are, according to various sources, the most powerful men in the world. Do you really think that anything that you had to offer them (knowledge? you think they haven't been there and don't already understand the workings) would make it worth their while? Think about it. They're rich, powerful, influential, and wise beyond your reasoning. Wisdom. That's a common theme that comes up around you, or rather, your lack of wisdom. You pissed away an opportunity. They're gone. And you assume that your goals line up? Your goal is total world domination? Nice. Again, what an egotistic, pompous fool!
Talk about delusions of grandeur.
Posted by: PaulTergeist at July 16, 2003 03:56 PM

The secret of the Centre is in Delaware. Only in Delaware. Nowhere else. Contact me. Love me.
Posted by: Palificatrice at July 16, 2003 04:11 PM

You have a problem with total world domination:P.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 16, 2003 05:45 PM

All of a sudden you sound familiar Paultergeist. I think you were a common poster in the I drove out of this world for 20 minutes thread on the about paranormal forum.

You sound like to 13Bravo. To me anyway.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 16, 2003 08:09 PM

Actually, no.

I'm an observer, and an observer only. I sit and watch this game. You think I'm someone else. That's fine. I know the writer that you're talking about (I don't personally know him, rather, I know of whom you are referring.). Anyone with decent spelling and syntax probably sounds similar to you.
Sorry. Cheap shot, I know. But, for being 21, what did they teach you in school? Do you know nothing of spelling, grammar, punctuation and sentence structure? Do you know how hard it can be to read through some of this stuff? Seriously. Read a book. Then read your posts. See the difference? You said that you read Stephen King in the other forum (Those posts were borderline schizo by the way). Would you ever read something like, "All of a sudden you sound familiar Paultergeist. I think you were a common poster in the I drove out of this world for 20 minutes thread on the about paranormal forum.

You sound like to 13Bravo. To me anyway."

You have a lack of commas, a run-on sentence, a misplaced "to", missing quotes, and a period where a comma should be.

What did they teach you in school?
Posted by: Paultergeist at July 17, 2003 10:23 AM

Oh--now I catch on. This isn't from Wanadoo. It is from Paranormal. That Evil is As Evil does Person is like EvilRain21, the headcase that comes on and flames everyone. He's the reason people have left that Forum and I don't lurk their anymore. He is a crazy person who likes to make fun of everyone and is killing the Forum so he can promote his own. That is one psychottic poster that EvilRain21. He is full of anger and just bloofs everyone. No one listens to him. Pray continue, Paula.
Posted by: Lurking-menace at July 17, 2003 10:35 AM

So you fall to personal insults? So your really the type of troll who can't handle spelling and grammer errors.
Posted by: ReallityFall at July 17, 2003 07:37 PM

Hardly a Troll.
Rather, one who is just depressed at the state of affairs given today's youth and the education system.
When I was in school, learning how to communicate was the most important thing one could do. I should rephrase...learning how to communicate properly was one of the most important things.
Look at the majority of posts out there. For the most part, people know how to compose their sentences clearly, concisely, and get a point across. That is a basic skill that is being lost in today's culture. With outcome based education (Did Johnnie do a little better? Yep. He gets an "A"! Woohoo Johnnie! Johnnie got 45% right, but since last time he got 30%, he's doing so much better!) gradually seeping in over the last 10 years, standards of performance are being left behind. Look at your Journalist poster, Loic, in the X forum. Look at the posts by others on this topic, and you'll see what I mean. I'm not personally attacking you. I'm questioning you. I want to know how you expect to be taken seriously. Grammar isn't something to be taken lightly. You try to marginalize what I'm saying by labeling it a personal attack. In case you haven't noticed, over half of this topic is based on communication, getting information out, and knowing what additional information to ask for. If you can't do that effectively, you will, deservedly, fall by the wayside and become marginalized yourself.
If anything, this is a plea to you to slow down in your typing. Slow down, read and re-read before you post.
Best of luck, Barrett. I'm done posting to you now. Moving on with my life and all.
Posted by: PaulTergeist at July 18, 2003 08:40 AM

I FOLLOWED THIS DAY BY DAY AS IT UNFOLDED THREE YEARS AGO. YOU COULD ALWAYS COUNT ON PAULA TO HAVE SOMETHING NEW. I STILL LOVE THE LIZARD CAPTIVE ENTRY!!!

It must have been something to be back there in the day to watch it play out.

IT WAS!!! THERE WERE LOTS OF US ON THE EDGES OF OUR SEATS, PHONING BACK AND FORTH. I WAS EMBARASSED AT THE TIME TO BE MNI. IT WAS ALL 'HAPPENING' WITH JOEY, AND MNI SEEMED SO UTTERLY STUPID ASIDE OF IT ALL.

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die~

July 16, 2003
Joey Leguay and Gotterdammerung

I've promised them so many times to write about Joey's last word to me, which is Gotterdammerung.

JOEY LEGUAY AND GOTTERDAMMERUNG

He wrote that word to everyone. So I'm not special. I'm never special. Not with Joey. He's special to me, but not me to him. I can face that now.

So many times he explained that word to me, over and over. I was always afraid. Really, truly afraid. I said I would put the explanation somewhere, and here is as good a place as any.

Night falls and Ghis and Miche are not home. They are probably out with new guys. Guys who will want to make it with me when they get here. I'm so bored, so bored. I want to see Joey. He makes me real!!! He is dead. I know it. I know it. Tanzique said he could never die, but he has. I know it.

Gotterdammerung. He always talked about this. He like had three or four subjects that he couldn't let go of. He talked about them all the time. Gotterdammerung was one of them.

It goes back to his Wagner opera which made him crazy. Crazy. He lived with all that as a kid. Wagner. I learned to like it for his sake, but I don't know.

In the Ring des Niebelungen by Wagner the final horrible Act is Gotterdammerung. People have, according to Joey, committed suicide listening to it. He said Hitler wanted to kill people with a gun when he heard it. Joey talks a lot about Hitler. That scares me too.

The Wotan Gods of Norse are finished. They want to die. So instead of just dying they kill everything and everyone with them. That's Gotterdammerung, the Twilight of the Gods. That's about it. But Joey was nutsypoo about Gotterdammerung. He wouldn't even sleep with me until I listened to it. Sounds like German opera to me. But it would drive him insane. It drove lots of people insane I think. I really think it sounds like mass murder, and Joey said it was to some people who couldn't just die alone but wanted to destroy the world with themselves. Joey said he could never kill an innocent person but he understood the concept of Gotterdammerung. "The world must perish when I do." I told him not to say that in Dovo, but he did and they psycho-evaluated him at Christiana. He got in trouble that day. He showed them his "number" on his arm, and they put him in Chesapeake for a day or two for evaluation. Ricky came down and sprung him in the night. They sneaked out in orderlies' uniforms and went to Wilmington for a few days and hid out. I listen to Wagner now and then just for him, but I can't understand the passion behind it. I just can't.

Joey always had one foot in this world and one foot in Atlantis or some other world. He looked for some mountain peak to throw himself off of. He wanted to die gloriously. Then we would make love like animals for hours and I would be sore and not happy and he would just blabber on and on about Gotterdammerung and how he was not fit for this world.

He said he would never kill anyone but through his knowledge he would "destroy the suburbs and the modern world."

Was I in love with a sane guy? I wonder.

Now Micheline talks about Wagner all the time and how she gets it off with Wagner. I'm always confused. I know she was with Joey, but she denies it.

Ghis said Joey was demented. I cried when she said it. She said her son Patrice was too influenced by him and she would get another Latin tutor.

I never saw Joey violent in the least. He was always broke, but once he took me up Market Street in Wmton and went in and stole over $200 from an open cash register and bought me something at the mall, a dress. I wanted it for Donna's marriage. He stole money and bought it right then that day. Joey was a crook, but a suave one. No one ever caught him.

He told me the Turks taught him everything. Eat raw meat and screw all night. Crazy stuff like that. Andy told me he would spend time on the roof of the house in Angola, a day or two on the roof just to prove himself, and he was only ten years old.

No woman I know wants to be screwed all night without stop. Joey just went crazy. He is a demon. I hate him!!!! I really do. I can't stand him.

Gotterdammerung (and Wagner) is a crazy idea.

Okay, boys, I told the story. You could have figured it out yourself.

He's dead now, isn't he? Dead in an Underworld.

I could go on an on here but I won't. Joey was a superhuman. A god. Not of this earth. He could seduce anyone. He could make anyone love him. I was never special. I was just a Seaford bar girl.

Okay, I told about Gotterdammerung. So what?
Posted by pauladenail at July 16, 2003 03:49 PM
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Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat.

E Pur Si Muove

Time marches on. Time waits for no one. Time...time...time...

Twilight aproaches. Make ready.
Posted by: Rex Mundi at July 16, 2003 05:57 PM

This is me PD on my own comments. Who are you?? Joey always wrote that Ultima necat thing. It was one of his favorites, from sundials he said. That E pur thing is from Galilleo at the Inquisition acting smartass. Rex mundi is another Joey idea. He thought there was one. Your false email address says that city in Mongolia where Joey went and Agartha, that Centre business Joey was always into. Have the courtesy of saying who you are. Are you Joey? Please tell me you are not Joey? Joey? Joey? No, I don't think so... I'm always hoping.
Posted by: pauladenail at July 17, 2003 03:11 AM

Sic transit gloria mundi.

I've come back for you! Back from the death. I will always be at your side. Yous can figure that one out. I'm a ghost of Joeeeeeey
Posted by: Rex Mundi at July 17, 2003 04:55 AM

Tempori servio.
In umbre desino.

I am not your Joey.

You heard from him of Rex Mundi. Of what did he speak?
Posted by: Rex Mundi at July 17, 2003 08:47 AM

Another great entry that we saw unfold day by day as it happened.

Suppose this is as good a place as any to write this. I was going to start a new and most likely last thread called "To Blanket."

But I'll write it here instead. Here between Paula entries that someone unknown is suddenly posting.

Paula makes better reading than anyone else before or after!

And it is all true. I knew these people. Not well enough but knew them, nonetheless.

Here is what I was going to say in TO BLANKET:

No, it is not madness unchained or a hoax. Blanket, you and I have talked before and there is no reason to give you my old name or whereabouts. Let's just say we have interacted.

Let's go back 4 or 5 years. They were all younger. So was I. Joey was there, so were Paula and Diane. They had the Magna Veculata in the pizza joint on Mary Street in Dover---far away from MNI, Dave and other intruders.

It was all done in total sobriety. Joey was more or less convinced. Joey read Medieval Latin the way we read English. He read the longstanding prophecy about 2006, Sunday 9th April. At that time it was no joke. It was there in black and white in the ancient texts. April 9th 2006 @ 18:33GMT.

I don't want the world to end either. I just got a new girlfriend, lol. And a new job. And a new car.

But that was the reality of it back then.

This was not a bunch of stupid trolls. This was the most "connected" group I have ever seen.

Jesus, who knows what is going to happen?

I am a little bit afraid as I write this.

Guest I wonder too..

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die~

July 17, 2003
A BIG ARGUMENT OVER AN IDEA

Ghis used to be "en fac" (college) at Tours, but she dropped out. Micheline used to be "en fac" in Strasbourg, but she dropped out. I used to be "en fac" at good old UD, but I dropped out. Joey ( I miss him!!) used to be "en fac" at DSU, but he dropped out. Jean-Marc... Yves.... so on. Only Rosy completed her "license," and more. She may get a "doctorat." The rest of us are just drop outs, the word Ghis taught me is faineants in French. Same difference.

Anyway, Rosy was here today and started (as usual) an argument. She said Joey was just a poseur. She always says that. Then they started in in French screaming at one another. I had Ghis translate, but she can't keep up with her limited English. I don't understand very much French.

Rosy gave some jobs to everyone and marched out like a perfumed hussy to get the train back to Bordeaux. Miche, Ghis and I just kept arguing. Miche is useless in English, so we had a lot of translation going on. We were arguing about Joey....naturally.

I maintained that Joey is "larger than life and deeper than most shallow souls." I said what he does that some people just have more life in them than others and are not bound by the same rules as the "common flock." Miche said I was crazy and that as an American I should know that all people are created equal. She quoted some French document as usual and drank and drank. Ghis agreed with Miche that people are all the same. I still disagree. I did then and I do now.

My idea is that some people are just better than others from birth on. Not because they are rich, but because they are more energetic and vital. Joey is one of these people. There were reports all over Del last summer about sharks in the bay. They had those flags up at Pickering and Primehook and Slaughter about not going into the water. But at Fowler no one was watching the shore. So Joey got a plastic bag of animal blood (for making soups) from a butcher he knows in Lewes and rubbed the blood all over himself and let it dry in the afternoon. Then he waded out in the water in the evening hoping to attract sharks. He took a razor taped open in his hand. He swam and swam and looked kind of stupid because he had dried blood all over his face and body. He never found a shark, but that's what I mean about being superior.

Joey always claims he is scared all the time but overcomes it through daring efforts. He told me that in Viet Nam he used to pee his pants on ground patrol when guys were shot down all around him. He says he's scared but then does things that no sane person would do.

Joey will get high on hasch and listen to opera for hours. He is like totally lost in loud opera. You can't even talk to him when he gets like that. Then for hours afterwards he talks about discovering other worlds. Ricky says he used to follow the storm drains underground in Hobo until he came out in the most horrible caverns of the ocean, places where the drains emptied. I know that Pat told me he went down in sewers in Dovo sometimes "just to see what was there." Can you imagine a man in his 40s crawling around in sewers? He told me once that he could have broken a grate and come up in the vault of the Bank of Delaware. He may have been lying, but he never seemed to lie much. I asked him where the money was.

A person commented on my blog about Rex Mundi. I don't know who this was but Joey thought there was such a person. He said he would meet him someday even if he had to cross the burning sands of another desert. Joey knew deserts. He believed in the Rex Mundi and that the Rex Mundi would want to welcome him if he were brave enough to find the Rex Mundi.

That's the kind of guy he is...was....I know he's gone for good.

He was superior to the rest of us. He didn't act superior, but he was. Lorianne said she is superior too. She goes into the projects unarmed and grabs kids from their mothers, etc. Troy is not a superior. Just a toyboy like everyone calls him. Girls like that. They like to smother Troy with little gifts. I could never give Joey anything. I gave him some undershorts once, and he never opened the package. He never wore underwear.

So Ghis, Miche and I just argued and argued. They came out on top as usual. People are all worth the same according to them. I still don't think so. I think some have more lifeforce in them. Joey was one of these. Was. Joey is dead, I can feel it.

Should the same rules apply to everyone? I do not think so.
Posted by pauladenail at July 17, 2003 04:34 AM
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becuz he swam around sharkes and played in the sewers that made him superier? a superier person wears underwere just cuz he pisses his pants hes not a god your prioritys sux where is he hiding from you now?
Posted by: baby gate at July 17, 2003 09:13 AM

AS THE CLOCK IS TICKING, AN UNKNOWN POSTER RESURRECTS PAULA, ENTRY BY ENTRY. THIS IS TOO WEIRD!!!!

So do you have any big plans on Sunday? Or are you going to treat it just like any other prophesized apocalypse?

DST IS OVER IN THE US AND UK. 18:33 IN GREENWICH MEAN TIME, WHICH BOSCOVITCH WOULD HAVE USED, IS 12:33 IN MARYLAND.

JESUS CHRIST IN HEAVEN!!! IF THERE IS ONE...

Well I dont believe in running, Im a smoker so screaming is out of the question as well..

Maybe a trip to Montmorency county....

heh..

~What was once, is now lost - yet could never die~

July 17, 2003
NEWS FROM WANADOO.FR

I had to wait all afternoon for Ghis to get home and translate that latest comment about Joey on his forum. Great news! I want to share it right now. Ghis is in the other room getting stoned and she will probably fall asleep. But I have the translation!

Joey has been seen by the Sub-Prefecture of Sommieres in the High Camargue near the SNCF lines to Quissac and St-Hippolyte-du-fort in the Departement du Gard. A man accompanied by a younger female (Isabella???) was briefly detained for walking along the SNCF lines. This man fits Joey's description. The notice actually said "beau" which means "handsome."

I know it's him. He was either heading in or out of the deep swamp. Who was the mystery female with him? I hope to hell it wasn't that Isabella he said he was linking up with.

The Wanadoo poster gave the small article from the newspaper in Aigues-Mortes. It didn't have too many details. But the poster also speculated himself from something his relative told him about Fressac. Apparently the castle does have an underground passageway to the Underworld or at least to some tunnels that run for miles to the banks of the Rhone. Joey may come out in Marseilles after all.

This means he is still alive!!! Who is the girl with him? He likes to do things alone? Who is this girl?

I'm keeping my eye on Wanadoo. If Joey reaches a computer, it will be the first place he posts.

Other news: John Palifox Key is supposed to be delivering a paper in Strasbourg about "l'existence des lutins" the existence of elves. The university is one of the oldest in Europe. That will be in the paper if he does it. Rosy is supposedly fuming and stomping about this, but she can't control Mr. Key. No one can. Rosy will just have to lump it. I could not care less.
Posted by pauladenail at July 17, 2003 10:20 AM
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Paula, would you be so kind as to consider posting a link to Joey's Wanadoo forum?
Posted by: Mark at July 17, 2003 01:18 PM

I agree, what is the web site. we should all be able to read it.
Posted by: Roy Dumonde at July 17, 2003 03:10 PM

Ma chere enfant Paullette, I see this today and signal you as well as Ghislaine {salut, cherie} that your Wanadoo mesage is only false. This is not Joel Leguay. Only a reportage from the Prefecture in Gard, no way that this is him they say, does not match description even, you know it.
Do you want Joel's Wanadoo name out for everyone to identify it? No I think NO. Do not give link to Wanadoo, if you do all his mesages will be read by ---????---- those whomever follow this daybook, and who are they? Do not link his Wanadoo name with those mesage strings. Too much Frontiste talk there for just ---???----to read. This was not Joel. Just a Tzigane vagrant along the snoif tracks, when did Joel became a Tzigane? You are too hopeful. This was no him. Yours, Alain
Posted by: Alain Gargadennec at July 18, 2003 02:30 AM

Why wouldn't you want the link to another public forum out? Perhaps it doesn't exist...? Perhaps this is one more ellusive document that's really there, but can't be read by the common man.
Posted by: Roy Dumonde at July 18, 2003 08:44 AM

roy dumonde---poof---just another polTergeist name i bet---poof---poof--goto

http://www.wanadoo.fr/bin/frame2.cgi?u=htt...doo.fr/tous.php

link to paranormel disc en chaines then look down hes their---poof---no magic. these ppl are crazy---why do not we all post soc sec numbers or you-know?
Posted by: terrydonan at July 18, 2003 09:52 AM

Well.. North Dakota had it coming.. Lets be honest.. :)

Hey, I didn't realize this was another Joey thread. It's nice that the whore house can offer a room to be safe.

Blanket, are you born and raised in ND? It sounds like such a bleak and remote place. How do stand it? Should you really come to MI, you better call me!

ME AGAIN, DARREN. I'VE BEEN GUEST SO FAR TONIGHT. A COUPLE OF OLD MNI FRIENDS PHONED DURING THE DAY. EVERYONE IS A LITTLE NERVOUS. THAT IS ALL I CAN SAY. I'M USING ALL-CAPS SO I DON'T GO ON AND ON. SO MUCH TO SAY... JUST CAN'T BRING MYSELF TO IT. IT WOULD BE BETTER IF DEE DEE WERE AROUND.

Yeah this thread smacks of all things Joey.. :)

North Dakota isnt that bad, really.. No tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanos, crime is low, and the cost of living is cheap..

But you never know.. :)