I used Her first name to lead you here, but I will not use any of Her names
on this page. You may not even recognize Her Face from the images I chose for my artwork: one of Her simplest self, one of
Her in death.
Lots of people used Her. Lots of people still do. I hate to have to use Her
to make some points that must be made.
I have heard from or listened to a number of women who believe they might be
Her Reincarnation over the years. Many of these women have struck me as sincere, with good reason to wonder whether
they once lived Her Life. We have also seen so many others want to repeat Her Life in theirs, even to the point of dying
the same way: why?
I will focus on an idea that came from the stories I have heard from so
many who feel they carry Her Memories, sharpened by experiences I have had: you see, I am sometimes contacted by people
who have died, in my dreams.
The people who contact me are almost always people I know, either
by personal contact, relationship - or by fame. When I am really being contacted by someone, I can touch them in the dream,
and feel the essential signature of their energy (something hard to explain - let's just say a conscious energy has a unique
feel to it).
Sometimes, the contact takes the form of being shown a memory as if it were
my memory: I see the scene through their eyes. But I already know what is happening. If one didn't - it would seem the memory
belonged to them.
I think this is exactly what has happened to many people - not just women -
over the years. I feel She reaches out to those who are set on the same path She took, and may be trying to make them think
about what they are doing, and change their lives. She keeps returning to those most attached to Her. So they believe they
were once Her. What She may be telling them is that they are in danger of becoming Her Doppelgangers NOW. Doppelgangers
always lead toward death.
If She returns, or ever has returned, I don't think She'd seek out the limelight
ever again. The limelight destroyed Her once already. It destroys anyone who tries very hard to be like Her. Lime is the wrong
color for light when you have a fragile skin. It hurts you.
There is a woman who is trying to make herself out to be the reincarnation of Her
so she can get some of that limelight. She says fame is not important yet never stops talking about it. She's helped by a very
weird man who thinks she's his ticket to the stars. His website screams "I found my cash cow." He never ever stops talking
about his book, his work, his obsession with what he thinks will make his lasting fame. He pretends fame means nothing
to him - and then he mentions every famous contact he has - but it means nothing, nothing really, love and peace, love
and peace...
They both talk of healing and love and peace, but it is very evident by
her erratic behavior, constant rambling and often pointless writing, and loud and sometimes foul mouthed ways that
she is not healed, not healing, never will be healed, as long as she wants to be Her Doppelganger. It is evident that he never
intended to heal her, because instead of helping her release what she felt she remembered, he encouraged her, for years, to
keep dredging it up from whatever muddy waters these ideas came from. And she says she believes, believes, believes he's a
good man. No. He's a game player using a sad woman's doppelganger to make him something he is not and never can be - famous
in his own right.
Another doppelganger has already died this year. She is probably not the
only one. Why does anyone want to be like Her? I would rather think that no one was ever like Her before, and no one
will ever be like Her again. She was unique. She was fragile. I adored Her. I hope her next life, whether it is now or in
the future, is far away from the use and abuse, in a small place that is safe and healing. A chance to be herself - not Herstar.
A chance to be someone who isn't thought of in capital letters, but a real, and safer, normal person. I hope that is true
for her, with all my heart.
The woman I have written of above needs to heal herself. I look forward to a
day when I can edit what I have written here, more than I am editing now.
But I will never stop criticizing those who make spectacles of other people's
lives in order to make themselves look spectacular. I'm not talking about those who write of others' lives, but those who
visibly and forcibly move into someone else's life in order to take from those lives. These are the users. These are the abusers.
All you users of Marilyn: beware of little boys with baseball
bats. Joltin' Joe may be out there somewhere, just as determined to protect or revenge her as you are to use her up. Your
brains are no bigger than baseballs, so he won't have any problems batting them out of the park.
