My Dream - House of Fraser

"cum per rerum naturam factum negantis probatio nulla sit"
The proof lies upon him who affirms, not upon him who denies.

Okay, I know that you all think I am crazy because I am always talking about what I dreamed, yada, yada, yada. But I am going to tell this dream!

I am somewhere, I can't exactly tell where it is. Maybe a store, a mall, a hotel lobby it seemed to be a combination of all there. And this young man come into the lobby wearing a clearly oversized sear sucker suit.

http://crujonessociety.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/seersucker.jpg
He looked a little bit like this dude in the picture but a little slimmer and the suit was from back in the day and clearly too large for him. He must have thought that I had something to say about it but actually, I remember those suits and thought it quite interesting that anyone would be wearing them now.
He walks over to me and volunteered this information.
"You know, this is one of Bill Cosby's old suits. He let me have it. He is much taller than I am so the pants are a little long, but he wore this a while back. It's a Fraser Men's suit."
I respond, "Really, I didn't know that."
"Yes, Fraser wanted Cosby to wear their suits, it was an endorsement kind of thing."
"No kidding."
"Yep, but after a while Cosby wanted to wear more stylish suits. Fraser suits became more stylish over time. But then Cosby didn't want their endorsement any more, he wanted to wear what he wanted to wear."
By now this young man is fashionably dressed in a very nice suit that was form fitting and more tailored than the old model sear sucker suits were.

 "I can see that." I respond
"Well, that's what put Cosby in trouble. He was going against the agreement. You know, the agreement was that things will keep quiet as long as he wore Fraser suits. You think that's crazy don't you, that something as simple as an endorsement will cause the downfall of a person in the industry, right?"
"Well, yeah, who would think that something like that would hurt anyone. You should be able to say yes or no to an endorsement, correct?"
"Nope, not in the industry, you don't say no to an endorsement. You take the endorsement and keep it moving.
It came out a few years ago, and Cosby made some kind of arrangement with them and things blew over. It came out again and again, Cosby made an arrangement and it died down, but this time, well as you can see, it has gone viral and Cosby is in deep trouble.
This is how it happens. Cosby is at a party, something like this, a gathering or something and there are folks all around. He is dressed rather fashionably and there are young girls all over the place.
One young lady is standing directly in front of him. In fact, she is standing very close to him. Nice looking young lady, I might add.
Cosby puts his hands on the young lady's waist like so." He is now demonstrating using me as the young lady in his story.
"One thing leads to another and the young lady and Cosby end up doing what that kind of thing leads to. They go off and no one says anything, but everyone knows cause they are doing it too. You look around and folks are all coupled off with other folks, and ain't nobody married to them folks cause it ain't that kind of party.
There are also watchers here. They keep the tabs on all the things that are going on. If any of these folks step out of line, well you know what happens. It just was Cosby's turn to go down."
I am incredulous of this story and I quickly remove his hands from around my waist.
"Dude, you got to be making this up, right?"
"Not at all, I ain't making it up, I am telling you what happened to Cosby and what happens to a lot of them folks if they don't tow the line. It's just that simple. In fact, it wasn't just girls."
Here he shows me a picture of Cosby kissing a man. It looked like it may have even been him but I couldn't really make it out in the dream as the face of the other guy was positioned such that it was not discernible.
"Aww, come on dude, Cosby was messing with men too! You must be kidding me, or you are straight up lying."
"Okay, you can believe what you want to believe, but I am not lying, it's the truth, that's all I got to say."

I woke up before I could ask this dude why he was telling me all this. I decide to look it up, Frazier men's suits, believing that my dream wouldn't actually give me the name of something that was really real, I mean even I doubt my dreams sometimes. No matter how many times they show me stuff, information, I just go, okay… But that has been my history with my dreams, I get names and places and stories that turn out to be true. So I look it up and found out that there actually is a line of men's suits call Frazier, the spelling is FRASER. Not only that, these suits are mad in the UK called House of Fraser http://www.houseoffraser.co.uk/Suits+Tailoring/S213,default,sc.html.

Okay, let me start by saying this shocked me! And then I did a little research on this company.

Well, I wasn't able to find a direct connection of his endorsements, but I find the endorsements he did make quite interesting.

What does Bill Cosby endorse?
According to our research engine:
Bill Cosby's major endorsements are reported to include:
Jell-O
Kodak
Ford
Coca-Cola
E. F. Hutton
Walt Disney World
Texas Instruments
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In this article:
BILL COSBY, CELEBRITY FASHION, COSBY, MAURY LEVY, MAURY Z. LEVY,PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY INTERVIEW, THE COSBY SHOW
Bill Cosby: The Playboy Fashion Guide Interview
In Playboy magazine and the Playboy Guides (1979-1989) on September 2, 2009 at 4:06 pm
I found that Cosby's tailor who has made all his suits and fitted him so well for the I Spy series is named Cy Mann and his business is called Cy Mann Clothier, LTD, however it has since been taken over by Sarto Sebastian, and the company is now called Sebastian Tailor… http://www.sartosebastian.com/.

I don't know what happened at this point to Cy Mann or why his business is no longer operating. I couldn't find any connection to the House of Fraser or even why Sarto Sebastian took over the Cy Mann Clothier, Ltd. It was a long day with lots of other information but no direct link. I would read the above listed article because it describes Cosby's propensity towards style and grace in his wardrobe of suits, even though lately he has been dressing more casually. I can only surmise that the dream is telling something about that but not quite sure of the connection to that and this current avalanche of a scandal.

 House of Fraser China deal = http://www.telegraph.co.uk/finance/newsbysector/retailandconsumer/10744393/House-of-Fraser-Chinese-tycoon-agrees-deal-to-buy-89pc.html
Current CEO John King = http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Fraser
• Chinese conglomerate acquires 89% stake in House of Fraser
www.thedrum.com/.../chinese-retailer-acquires-89-stake-house-fraser-48...
• Apr 13, 2014 - House of Fraser executive chairman Don McCarthy will step down from his ... “Since we took the company private in 2006, John King and his team ... closely with [CEO} John King and his management team to enhance the ...

How House of Fraser reclaimed the High Street by (gasp!) listening to its customers
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2645567/How-House-Fraser-reclaimed-High-Street-gasp-listening-customers.html#ixzz3KTzoXDoc 
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Last month’s Bafta TV awards saw Judi Dench and Helen Mirren take a back seat as another name stepped into the limelight.
After years of High Street obscurity, the department store House of Fraser staged an almost complete red-carpet takeover.
Sophie Ellis-Bextor, Amber le Bon, Susanna Reid and Kate Garraway, among others, all wore beautiful swishing floor-length bejewelled gowns sold by the store. It was a fashion coup that, overnight, propelled House of Fraser back into middle-class consciousness.

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In 1959, High Street department store group House of Fraser bought Harrods.

Bitter feud

Mr Al Fayed bought Harrods with his brother in 1985

 In 1985 the store returned to private ownership when Egypt-born Mr Al Fayed and his brother Ali bought House of Fraser for £615m, snatching it from mining conglomerate Lonrho.
Mr Al Fayed bought Harrods with his brother in 1985
The takeover bid was bitterly fought as Mr Al Fayed had previously served on Lonrho's board but left nine months later after a disagreement.
Lonrho's director, the late Tiny Rowland, took his campaign against the takeover to the Department of Trade who duly held an inquiry.
The subsequent report, issued in 1990, concluded that the Al Fayeds had lied about their background and their wealth.
"We are satisfied that the image they created between November 1984 and March 1985 of their wealthy Egyptian ancestors was completely bogus."
The public feud between the businessmen appeared to reach reconciliation in 1993 however Mr Rowland later accused Mr Al Fayed of breaking into a safety deposit box held at the store.
This dispute was later settled with Mr Rowland's wife after his death.
Pasted from http://www.bbc.com/news/10103783

4 Strange, Yet Effective Celebrity Car Endorsements
Mark Frost | Nov 05, 2014 | 0 comments
http://www.automoblog.net/2014/11/05/strange-celebrity-car-endorsements/

Economists Kerwin Charles, Erik Hurst, and Nikolai Roussanov have taken up this rather sensitive question in a recent unpublished study, "Conspicuous Consumption and Race." Using data from the Consumer Expenditure Survey for 1986-2002, they find that blacks and Hispanics indeed spend more than whites with comparable incomes on what the authors classify as "visible goods" (clothes, cars, and jewelry). A lot more, in fact—up to an additional 30 percent. The authors provide evidence, however, that this is not because of some inherent weakness on the part of blacks and Hispanics. The disparity, they suggest, is related to the way that all people—black, Hispanic, and white—strive for social status within their respective communities.
Pasted from http://www.slate.com/articles/business/the_dismal_science/2008/01/cos_and_effect.html>

Big Cosby Endorsements
Criticism[edit]
In 1973, The Village Voice writer Terry Guerin suggested the actor was past his prime. Among the reasons, "making spokesman commercials for such established heels as White Owl cigars and Pan American airlines. He has evolved into a kind of self-parodying sap, the kind of flagrant, perpetual parader Sammy Davis has always been."[62]
"The Noble Cos," a 1986 satirical editorial by Edward Sorel forThe Nation, was written as if told by Cosby himself. It echoed the suggestions of other authors that Cosby has become out-of-touch with lower-class African Americans.[63] Cosby said "So this buddy says, 'I didn't mind your commercials for Jello, Del Monte, Ford cars ... Ideal Toys, or Coca-Cola, although Coke does do business in South Africa ... But, Bill, why do commercials for those crooks at E. F. Hutton?' My buddy didn't understand my commercials improve race relations. Y'see, by showing that a black man can be just as money-hungry as a white man ... I'm proving that all men are brothers."[64]
To magazine Black Enterprise in 1981, Cosby has defended his numerous endorsements thusly:
“ In this business, many of us are well paid but we are not all that wealthy. You may read 'X-number of dollar goes to so and so,' but remember, everybody takes a cut--the lawyer, the agent, the publicist. If a company comes along and says 'We'd like you to talk about how much you enjoy wearing this warm-up suit,' and the money is right, I'm going to do it. Jell-O was a dessert in my house when I was a kid. My mom served Del Monte fruit cocktail when I was growing up. They want to pay me to say I eat these products, well, I eat them. I came out of a lower economic area, and this is money. This is a business ... show business. A great deal of our careers depends on keeping ourselves in the public eye. I think performers should take advantage of commercial offers if they're satisfied with the product.[3]
Pasted from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Cosby_in_advertising

Bill Cosby had a vile temper, punched out comic Tommy Smothers and was a hard-partying philanderer caught in a love child scandal that almost cost him his marriage, reveals new book

By CAROLINE HOWE FOR MAILONLINE
PUBLISHED: 11:48 EST, 16 September 2014 | UPDATED: 13:30 EST, 16 September 2014
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For Bill Cosby, No Escape From the Damage to His Legacy
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Then after a day of researching on the web I found this little piece that came out November 20, 2014. I had not heard of it and was quite surprised to find it as it related to what was told to me in my dream.

Kirk Cameron.

Another rape allegation has surfaced against famed comedian and actor, Bill Cosby. This time it is from another familiar 80s face: Kirk Cameron.
Pasted from http://www.celebtricity.com/kirk-cameron-files-sex-abuse-charges-on-bill-cosby/

I Spy
"After being appointed Knights Commander of the Most Noble Order of the Scimitar by an Arab king, Alexander Scott jokes to Kelly Robinson, "Well, you just wait till the boys at the Mystic Knights of the Sea lodge hall get a hold of this one." While not a direct Masonic reference, it illustrates the prevalence of unconscious Masonic fictionalization. Episode: Sparrowhawk. First aired: October 26, 1966. Robert Culp, Bill Cosby. Three F Productions, Sheldon Lenard."
Pasted from https://www.freemasonry.bcy.ca/fiction/obscurities.html

2011 Cosby quote "I don't feel the need to wear a suit"

http://cbswzlx2.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/cosby-2-8-11.mp3

But Nana Had Her Dreams!

"Ten years ago there was no social media to speak of, which meant the allegations failed to make their way into the public consciousness. That had all changed by this September, when journalist Mark Whitaker published a biography, Cosby: His Life and Times, which controversially omitted the allegations of sexual assault against its subject. The following month, comedian Hannibal Buress described Cosby as a "rapist" during a stand-up set in Philadelphia; the clip went viral. Inspired by the response to Buress's routine, Bowman penned her account for the Washington Post, and the story ballooned."

Pasted from http://www.frasercoastchronicle.com.au/news/bill-cosby-rape-allegations-explained/2461714/

"Some notable living memberz are Hank Aaron (once Major League Baseball Homerun king); Tom Bradley (tv personality); Dennis Archor (once mayor of Detroit); Elvin Big 'E' Hayes (NBA Basketball great); Bill Cosby; Jesse Jackson; Earl Graves, Jr. (Black Enterprise); Douglass Wilder (Governor of Virginia); Lynn Swann (NFL Hall-of-Famer), Kweisi Mfume (once head of NAACP), and David Dinkins (once mayor of New York City), to name a few."

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Hollywood’s sexual predator problem explodes

By Michelle Malkin  •  May 7, 2014 01:28 AM
Creators Syndicate
Copyright 2014
"The same industry that sanctimoniously convenes anti-bullying summits with the Obama White House and falsely accuses conservatives of waging a “war on women” has allowed countless children to be stalked, groomed, beaten, molested and raped on casting couches, in movie trailers, and at drug- and alcohol-drenched parties by Tinseltown predators. The alleged child rape scandal exposed by Egan does not exist in a vacuum:
–Last year, child actor Corey Feldman sounded the alarm on rampant pedophilia in a brave, scathing memoir. He recounted how his best friend and co-star, the late Corey Haim, was sodomized by an older male on the set of their hit film “Lucas.” The boys, fed cocaine by a string of predators, attended parties with Hollywood talent manager and child actors’ repMarty Weiss. Now a registered sex offender, Weiss pleaded no contest in 2012 to lewd acts on a child under the age of 14. The victim, another young child actor, alleged Weiss sexually assaulted him between 30 and 40 times from the age of 11."
If all of these sickos had been Catholic priests, college fraternity members or charter school teachers, we wouldn’t have heard the end of it. Perhaps the social justice awareness-raisers in the Hollywood left should take a break from pointing fingers at everyone else — and put a stop to the monsters in their own midst.
Pasted from  http://michellemalkin.com/2014/05/07/hollywoods-sexual-predator-problem-explodes/

TY BURR | COMMENTARY
Why did we ignore Bill Cosby allegations for so long?
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CHARACTER FLAW
11.20.14
Newsflash: Bill Cosby Is Not Cliff Huxtable
TV Land has canceled The Cosby Show reruns. Is this a mature expression of understandable judgment, or a bid to erase history while conflating fiction and reality?
Pasted from http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2014/11/20/newsflash-bill-cosby-is-not-cliff-huxtable.html


BILL COSBY, CELEBRITY FASHION, COSBY, MAURY LEVY, MAURY Z. LEVY,PLAYBOY, PLAYBOY INTERVIEW, THE COSBY SHOW
Bill Cosby: The Playboy Fashion Guide Interview
In Playboy magazine and the Playboy Guides (1979-1989) on September 2, 2009 at 4:06 pm
Pasted from http://mauryzlevy.wordpress.com/2009/09/02/bill-cosby-the-playboy-fashion-guide-interview/

I’m Starting to Wonder if There’s Anyone Bill Cosby  Hasn’t Raped

http://essaalroc.com/2014/11/18/im-starting-to-wonder-if-theres-anyone-bill-cosby-hasnt-raped/

Bill Cosby To Rape Victim Andrea Constand: "Tell Your Mom You Orgasmed So She Thinks It's Consensual" (Video) {F}

Bill Cosby's fall from grace has been swift and hard. He was once one of the most beloved and respected figures in Hollywood.
Now all he may be remembered for is drugging and raping countless women. Does he deserve worldwide shame? Without question he does. Can his image be rehabilitated? That's highly unlikely.
A 2005 deposition given in a civil suit filed by alleged victim Andrea Constand, paints a picture of a man who is depraved and appears to have no regrets for his actions.

Andrea Constand

Following their encounter, Cosby reportedly told the young woman to "to tell her mom she had an orgasm during sex, to make her mother believe the sex was consensual," TMZ reports.
The former Jello pudding spokesperson also admitted to giving Constand drugs.
The case was eventually settled out of court in 2006.

A deposition from a 2005 lawsuit has Bill Cosby acknowledging using his fame and drugs to prey upon women

• The deposition is from a lawsuit filed by Andrea Constand, who accused the comedian of drugging and molesting her 
• Cosby, 78, denied sexually assaulting the victim, whom he also calls a liar, and other women
• He also discussed paying off victims through his agent so 'Mrs Cosby' wouldn't find out
• This deposition could change the stance of several people who have supported Cosby throughout the sexual assault allegations 

Never-before-seen excerpts of a Bill Cosby deposition from 2005 show the formerly beloved entertainer explaining in his own words how he used his fame, fortune and drugs to prey on vulnerable women - and paid them off to keep his wife from finding out.

Interviewed in a Philadelphia hotel over four days by a lawyer acting on behalf of then-30-year-old Temple University employee Andrea Constand, Cosby admitted to lying to his doctor about a bad back to get powerful sedatives which he then gave to women before sex.

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NB COMMENTARY:

I have been doing some ground work on this thing with Bill Cosby. I am not sure about what you have said here, except to say, that maybe you just don't understand much about PTSD. There is no umbrella knee jerk reaction that all who suffer this can be given. So the idea that they would have come forward years ago discounts the way that they are dealing with their trauma or not dealing with it.

While people aged 18 or 19 may be legally considered adults and able to fight in wars they are not physically and mentally mature. In fact, some folks take a long time to become mentally mature for that matter.

In the Hollyweird  business there are all types of scenarios and we all know that wine, women, sex and drugs are a big part of it. Do I have to prove that? Is it hearsay? Yes. By whom? The Hollyweirdos themselves through various venues.

At 18-19 years old, you have been given bucket loads of what it's like to live high of the hog in Hollyweird. The stars parade before you and you want to be a part of the glamorous life they all seem to enjoy. But they are not privy to the backroom deals, compromises and adulterating things they will have to do to make it to the"Big Top." The adults around them do, they have heard the stories and seen the movies of the real life downfall of these trend setters. These adults warn their children in many cases. At 18 or 19 who listens to adults? Especially if you have determined that adults have no clue about what is happening in the real world outside of their bedrooms.

How many of these young people, 40 years ago are taught about what "rape" really is? How many of them come from broken homes? How many of them come from poverty and are looking for a way out? How many of them are already accustomed to the life style and know their lines? How many of them think that "giving" your body in exchange for a chance is part of what comes with getting ahead? And finally, how many of them realized they were raped after the statute of limitations? Seriously....... how many women right now, realize they are being raped by their husbands/boyfriends when they say "NO" and are ignored?

All I am saying is that, in certain instances, particularly Hollyweird , it's not considered rape, it's consider to be what you do, what is done to you, and what you see happening around you.

In essence, many, many people do this in Hollyweird  and even more people turn their heads the other way, or simply participate. It's the way of the world in Hollyweird .

Sometimes, the stars are bribed and intimidated into uncompromising situations and they too are victims of the greed and vileness of their handlers. Everybody in Hollyweird  is handled by someone. It's not right, but it is a weird normalcy. Who in Hollyweird is complaining about the sex trafficking and prostitution and drug rings that go on? Few if any. And when they do, well they become profoundly targeted. I say profoundly because they are all targeted. It's show business and it's about the money, fame and notoriety, the glamour and the luxuries, the high life and the status, the conspicuous consumption.

Again, how many of them equated it to rape at that young age? How many of them were raped before they got to Hollyweird? How many of them realized  very late that their rage, insecurities, depressions, suicidal tendencies, anxieties, paranoia, etc. had anything to do with their history of being abused by an authority figure, someone they trusted?

I am a Mental Health professional, and in my experience, I have seen it happen over and over again, where the memory of the traumatic situation is erased, skewed or purposely forgotten, and they ain't even trying to get into Hollyweird. There is no other pressure around them but family and friends. Now couple that with family, friends and other celebrities who will come down hard on you for even insinuating such a thing about Bill Cosby.

He wasn't "America's dad"during the initial alleged incidences, but if you know the pathology, many times, once it is not reported or if reported denied, then it becomes an addiction when it first started off as just sick.

And, HELLO!!! on your Cosby wasn't powerful back then, you can't be serious? He was outlandishly powerful with many firsts in this country for any black man during those times. And he had money!!!! Imagine, here we had a culture that would lynch a black man in a heart beat for looking at a white woman, let alone raping her, and he was accepted into the White Aristocracy!! Yep, he was powerful alright, more than you could ever know, unless you are a Black man/woman in America. Black people didn't just come of age without a struggle or slippery dancing to get into the door. Believe me, he was big in the eyes of many people across racial lines and to have him mentor you or help you get ahead was a great honor! Why? Because he was powerful.

So, in conclusion, I appreciate your perspective on this in that it inspired me to write down mine. Whether the media tries and convicts him or not, is irrelevant. Whether he says yeah, I did it or not is also irrelevant. What is most needed is the rape culture being put on blast, especially in how it is played out in Hollyweird, religious institutions, sports and politics. Powerful people are taking advantage of women, men and children across the board. If nothing else, that needs to be addressed. This episode will encourage more disclosure and education on how folks are supposed to act. Whether it changes the complexion of the lifestyle of the rich and famous remains to be seen, but it's a step in the right direction and an important hurdle towards the healing. In these situations, all parties are victims!

 After all is said and done, this photo and the comment below sounds quite eery.

THE HOLDING AREA

WAITING FOR THE PLANE TO LAND

When we boarded the plane, we never expected our journey to take the turn it took. In fact, we landed at the same airport we took off from only a few moments after we were airborne.

The plane landed and they told about half of us to get off the plane. We got off the plane and were taken to a the Baggage Claim area where we stayed for an untold number of days.

Baggage Claim

The baggage carriers were not operating, in fact they were completely empty. We had no luggage, and there was no one to ask where or why. Somehow we knew we had to stay there. In fact, most of us wanted to stay there because we were related in some way to the others who were still on the plane.

My brother and I had never traveled by air together. It was a treat to spend some different time with him. My son accompanied us. There were a few others on the plane and in the Holding Area that I knew as well. Where were we going? Why were we going?

We had all that we need in terms of food and drink. It seemed to magically be there, but we never saw our server. We could eat whatever we wanted or wished for. Some of us drank hard liquor and that was provided. Some of us liked sweet smooth wines.

Food Court

There was entertainment… not broadcast over the Media Center posted on the walls. We were our entertainment. We waited and waited and wondered how everybody else was doing. We also would ask this question over and over again.

"How long do you think they will keep them on the plane flying around in the air? When are they gonna land the plane and let the people off?"

At first we didn't realize that it would take days and days and more days. We assumed that it would just be a minute or so.

But we did have questions.

"Why did they tell some of us to get off and the rest of us had to stay on the plane? It didn't necessarily feel like they were any special than anyone else, it seemed so random a choice, like this side of the plane stays and this side of the plane goes.

We would talk among ourselves about the selection process. We came to the general consensus that there was no selection process and that the selection was basically random.

We discarded the idea of them being any more special than we were, especially since we did not know where they were headed, but we also knew that  none of us were going anywhere we had intended to go.

Maybe we were all selected. Maybe we were all given the opportunity to travel to a certain destination, a destination that we could not remember, and then those who were told to stay on the plane stayed on the plane and those who were told to disembark, got off.

The fact that we got off didn't make us feel very special either. We got off but we couldn't leave the airport. We had to stay there. Somehow we knew that, though there was no one there telling us we had to. We just knew it. In fact, we seldom got the desire to try to escape.

"Are we hostages?

"Why are we waiting here?"

A couple of arguments broke out after a while.

People began to get a bit impatient with each other. We seemed to regress in age. Even the elders among us began to laugh and play and act silly. Others began to be the meanest people. We had never known them to be mean in the past. But overall, we just waited for the plane to land.

When it flew over the airport we could hear its engines coming closer then fading away in the distance, but not too far. We knew that it was circling and we talked to each other about how lucky we were, at least we could get up and walk around. They were stuck on a half empty plane.

As the days wore on we began to miss them, more and more. In fact, we would talk to them and interact with them.

"How did we do that?"

We did that because they were there with us. All of them.

Yet, we knew they were on the plane and that was the reason we were waiting for them in the Holding Area.

Holding Area

The days wore on and Henry was really really not liking this situation. In his drunken mind, he began to believe that he could leave. We felt sorry for Henry, he was obviously delusional. Nobody could leave, and we all knew that except Henry.

He kept whining and complaining. "I want to leave and I am going to leave and none of you, none of you are gonna stop me!!"

He certainly had had too much to drink that day. No one was leaving, we had to wait for the others to land and get off the plane.

The area of the food court was huge but only one vendor was open. All of the other vendors seemed to have vacated. The food court was maintained with a surprising cleanliness, even though we never saw who cleaned it. We really didn't care, we didn't have to clean it. And we could eat whatever we wanted in as big or as small a quantity we chose.

From time to time our thoughts would travel to those still on board the plane.

"I wonder if they are eating, sleeping?"

"Of course they are. Why would they not feed them and give them a place to sleep when they have done that for us? We are not hostages. We are just waiting for the plane to land."

Every once in a while a person would speak up with great authority. We did not counter their position, we agreed. It simply made sense that we couldn't possibly be hostages.

"Who would feed their hostages so well? Come on, it makes sense that we are waiting for the plane to land."

"Yeah, yeah, that's right, we are waiting for the plane to land." We all responded ubiquitously and went back doing whatever we were doing.

We created games.

We had nothing to play with so we played with each other.

We had nothing to read, and nothing to do, so we played with each other. Some of us made up jokes, we laughed so hard we had to hold ourselves and wipe our tears. We told ghost stories. They almost did work for us, except that it never got dark enough to be scary in the Holding Area. So we listened intently to the stories and closed our eyes to mimic darkness. We really didn't have a great scary story storyteller anyway. It was just us, no special celebrities or stand up comics. We listened to be polite, we laughed to be polite too, but there really wasn't anything else to do.

We would get the urge to run through the Holding Area, but we knew we couldn't leave the area, except to go to the Food Court. We all just knew that so we just played in the baggage claim area, which was pretty large for the most part. We were at a very, very large airport and the baggage claim area was very, very spacious.

We spent more time playing with each other, entertaining each other, while we waited for the plane to land.

Rose, the Black Beauty

I played with Rose. She was a slender velvety black young lady. I wanted to do more than just play with her. I wanted to touch her skin to see how smooth and soft it was. It glistened in the light. Her smile was engagingly beautiful with big white teeth! Rose was always giggling and I wondered if she was ticklish. I walk over to her and say a few funny things about her skin and her short cropped hair and she giggles some more. She was always giggling about something, her laughter was contagious, it made us forget we were still waiting for the plane to land. She let me touch her skin. I gasped at the smoothness of it. I didn't want to give myself away so I just pretended to wrestle with her and rubbed her down or gently tickle her belly. She didn't have on much clothing. She had no shame either. She had on a white bra and panties. Maybe because we had no luggage.

People began to discard their garments. She practically took all of hers off.

Our clothing began to show signs of wear. They fed us and gave us rooms to sleep in but no washers and no dryers and no place to really wash and hang any of our clothing up. In fact, we didn't wash our bodies. We just waited for the plane to land.

John was a blue-eyed blond hair Caucasian gentleman. He was on the plane. He was with us in theHolding Area. We talked to him and asked him how they were doing on the plane and he said,

"I just want this to be over. I am tired of wearing the same clothes day in and day out. I don't know why they just won't land the plane, it's right here at the airport. We haven't flown out to sea or over some wooded area or a mountain or anywhere, where we can't land! We want to know how long this is going to take, but no one has any answers."

Henry says, "Yeah. Man, nobody got no answers and we still here!!!!" Henry was an older African American man. He was balding at the top of his head and about 5'4" tall. His blue pants hung loosely over  his black shoes. 

Henry

"It don't make no sense! I wish they had let me stay on the plane, at least I would be moving around going somewhere."

"Man, we ain't going nowhere. We are going around in circles, around and around. That is not going anywhere!" John retorted.

Henry was not convinced.

Back to tickling Rose, there really wasn't much else to do, and since that was very pleasurable and she didn't seem to mind we did that a lot.

Later, I go upstairs. There were several bedrooms with bunk beds in them and that is where we slept. Walking down the hallway, I peep into one of he bedrooms and see Henry. He is in one of the bedrooms talking to an elderly African American woman. She seemed to spend most of her time waiting in the bed for the plane to land. We didn't know much about her since she hardly ever mingled with us. She wasn't mean, she just seemed tired all the time. Henry was bothering her again.

"Get up, ole lady!! How long you gonna sleep in that bed?" he yelled.

"I'll get you out of there. I'll get you out of the bed!" he yells some more.

He obviously shared the room with her. She was on the bottom bunk.

He pulls a small steak knife from his pocket and digs into his mattress in an attempt to alarm her enough to make her get up.

"Get up! Get up!" he cries out.

She obviously ignores him and I continue on my journey.

Back in the baggage claim area I go back to playing with Rose. I was totally enjoying romping around with her on her mattress she had brought from her room. She was rather agile. She'd twist and bent her body in such a manner, we wondered if she was a contortionist.

"No, I just like doing this stuff." she giggled.

Some one sounded an alarm.

"Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!

We scamper around, now what do we do?? The place is on fire? Where?? Where???

"Upstairs, upstairs in the second bedroom!"

There were four bedrooms on each floor. 

"What floor??"

"Second floor!!!"

Everybody didn't run upstairs. Most of us just waited for the plane to land. Some of us ran upstairs to put the fire out. We certainly did not need a mattress which is extremely flammable to catch fire. By the time I got upstairs, they had put the fire out. I looked into the rooms to see the damage. There was a lot of water damage, all the way down the hall to the fourth bedroom, but there was little damage from fire. Even the second bedroom had escaped the brunt of the flames. I assumed they acted quickly to contain the fire. The beds were soaked and the walls were too. The first bedroom had stuff strewn all over the floor. I found that interesting, because I didn't know any of us had any "stuff" we were just all waiting for the plane to land. Well, maybe they had stuff in their pockets or pocketbooks, cause we were also waiting for our luggage that never came down the gurney in the baggage claim area. 

Then I noticed something sparkling on the floor near the bottom bunk bed in the second bedroom, it was the knife that Henry had earlier. Henry started the fire, I knew it was him, I saw him with that knife earlier.

When I get downstairs, I intend to let everyone know, Henry Started the Fire!!!

"Henry started the Fire!! I yell out. "I know he did, here is the knife he had earlier, I saw him with it!"

Everyone turns and looks at Henry…

"What you trying to do, man??"

"You so drunk, you want to burn the place down?"

"How is that gonna help anything, Henry?"

"I wanna get outa here!  You all can sit and wait for the plane to land, but I wanna get outa here. That plane ain't never gonna land! We will be here forever waiting on that plane! I say we go home! I say right now!"

We all know that Henry has completely lost it. He has been belly-aching about "getting outa here"  for too many days, and we still here. When will he understand, we are waiting for the plane to land, and as soon as it does we will be able to leave.

John, who is on the plane walks over to Henry and says,

"I understand your frustration, Henry, we want the plane to land too. We ain't getting no answers about anything, not anything at all. In fact, there is no one to ask… Do you have someone that you can ask? Because if you do, I would like to ask that question myself."

"No!!!! I ain't got nobody to ask! Are you crazy, man?? Look around, do you see somebody to ask?"

"Well, Henry, that means we have to wait, but trying to burn the place down is not a good idea. You know that right?"

"Yeah, I know that, but I still want to get outa here,  and it ain't happening fast enough! This is bullshit and I am sick of it!"

We all go back to playing… There really is nothing else left to do, nothing at all.

My son is on the plane. He is staying in the bedroom on the first floor down the hall. I walk down the hall to talk to him. From what I hear there are mostly women on the plane. I ask him,

"How's it going on that plane? I know you are in fun heaven with all them cackling ladies on board." I giggle.

"Humph, you know I don't like but a few women, here and there, a whole bunch of women is too much for me, and they are cackling. When we gonna land, when we gonna land, when we gonna land??? I mean, how many times can one question be asked? Obviously, there is no answer for that question as they have not gotten one, and asking it a hundred times is not gonna make the answer come any faster!!!!" He responds.

"Well, what is it like on the plane?"

"Oh here we go, now you got the questions."

"I just wanted to know how you were doing and what it is like. The plane doesn't seem to be landing any time soon, just going around and around. I wonder how much distance it's covered so far. How is it refueling?"

"Oh boy, more questions. Listen, we don't know nothing about nothing about nothing. We could have traveled a thousand miles, 500 miles, who knows, we just know that when we look out the window we see this airport, but we never land, we just fly right over it, like what? Actually, it's a bit nerve wrecking. Imagine if you can, that you see the airport in the distance, we aren't too high up that we can't see it, but we fly over it and never land."

"I know you all ain't too high up, we can hear you fly over head. Over and over and over again. Wonder what's up with that? We have to wait in the baggage claim area for the plane to land. We are waiting for you all to land."

"Really, is that so. You are waiting for us to land? Well, let me tell you this, if it was going to land, it probably would have landed by now. Why it won't land we-don't-know! Who can we ask about that? We-don't-know! What is the purpose for this? We-don't-know!  I tell you what, when you find out, you let me know and I promise you, I will spread the word."

My beloved son, Daw'ud, always the sarcastic smart ass.

I leave him and walk down the hallway.

Then, I am struck by the most amazing thought! I hadn't had a thought like that all the time we were here, and that was so many days I can't even count them.

IF MY SON IS ON THE PLANE, THEN WHO WAS I JUST TALKING TOO? IN FACT, WHO ARE WE TALKING TO WHEN WE TALK TO JOHN? AND ROSE? AND MY BROTHER? AND A FEW OTHERS WHO ARE ON THE PLANE!!!!!

I turn back around and approach my son.

"I know you don't like me to ask a lot of questions, but if you are on the plane, then how are you here too? How can we communicate when you are flying I don't know how many feet in the air over my head in a plane that we are waiting for it to land. It hasn't landed so how did you get here?" 

And just as I ask this last question I thrust my hand out towards him and my hand goes right through him. I quickly realize he is not solid, he is a hologram, and John must be too, along with Rose and the others. But that can't be possible, I remember rubbing Rose's skin. My hands didn't go through her body. Now my thoughts are reeling…

"Daw'ud, you are not down here with me, you are not even real, you are a

hologram, look, I can put my hand straight through you!"

"Of course you can, I am on the plane…. When were you gonna realize that? How long is it gonna take for any of you to realize that you are interacting with holograms?? This whole thing is not real, and you all are acting as if it is. And the one thing that should signal to you that it ain't real is the fact that "We-Are-On-The-Plane!!!!!! Sheesh. We need you all to realize that and then that damned plane can land!!!!!!"

"Oh wow, really??? Is that all we had to do? But how were we supposed to even think that you were holograms?"

"Um, Mom, by the fact that we are on a plane! You know, that plane that keeps flying overhead, around and around! That plane….. We need you all to realize that we are holograms!"

"Yeah, well, it ain't just us you silly man, you all need to realize that you ain't flying around on no plane either. You all come here interacting with us and talking to us, and you, my dear son, being a pain in the ass.. And you could have told us you were not real, but did you?? No, you just mock us and say we should have realized it."

"Oh boy, Mom, we can't do that!! You have to do that! You have to wake us up and let us know that we are not trapped on the plane that we can get off the plane any time we want that all we have to do is realize that and this whole thing would be over."

"But how would realizing that you can get off the plane and be a hologram make it all over?"

"Because we can all stop pretending this is real when it is not. But as long as you keep pretending it's real, we keep pretending it's real, you keep pretending it's real, we keep pretending it's real, forever and ever."

"Wait a minute, who's pretending?"

"You are, because you know, even more than we do that we are on the plane!!! If we are on the plane, how can we be down here with you? You know better than we do that this is not real because you have the proof!"

"Okay, if you say so. Sounds like a spell to me and I am gonna go downstairs and snap everybody out of it!"

"Yeah, you go do that, cause I am tired and I want to get off the plane."

"Um, you know what, you act like it is our fault that you are on the plane because we believed it by waiting and waiting for the plane to land. You want to put the weight of this madness on us, but if you are able to come down here and sit among us and know you are on the plane, doesn't that say something about your denial? Or shall I say, your complicity in playing along with this facade, this hoax, this spell, set-up or whatever you want to call it? It's a two way street buddy, somebody on either side has to cross over and turn on the lights!"

"Yeah, well, you crossed over, now go turn on the lights so this plane can land and we can get the hell off."

I am emboldened now!! I finally got the answer and I'm gonna tell everybody about it, I don't care who believes me or not. I am gonna break this ridiculous spell right now!!!!

I march into the baggage claim area prepared to make an announcement to all with ears to hear.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, hear me now!!! Them folks we been interacting with, who are on the plane but they are down here with us. Why didn't we ever think, "How is that possible for them to be in the air, on the plane, circling around the airport and down here too. How is that possible, John? Rose? And all the rest of you? Answer that question, how is that possible?

Henry, go over there and put your hand through John. Do it, do it right now!"

John

"Lady, you is a crazy nut, how the hell, what the hell are you talking about, put my hand through John!" He says shaking his head in total disbelief. "Maybe you should stay off the sauce cause you trippin' now."

"What do you mean, put your hand through me, what are you talking about?" asks John.

John walks over to touch Henry, but Henry is so drunk he stumbles towards John and falls straight through him. John and Henry are so startled that they both gasp in utter disbelief.

"What?? What?? What???" Now everybody is saying what???? And looking around and trying it out with the others among us who are on the plane that we were all waiting for to land.

"You see, this exists because we believe it exists. It is because we want it to be, not because it is. The plane can only land when we realize that fact."

"What? You mean we been here all this time and that's all we had to do?"

"It's not that simple, I say, we would have to realize that it is virtually impossible for us to talk to and interact with the people on the plane and talk to them down here with us. The fact that we believed we were talking and interacting with them speaks to the extent of our ability to fool ourselves into believing something that cannot happen. It can only happen if we create it and that is what we did. We created their images as holograms so we could interact with them, and then we pretended they were real. We pretended they were real. Once we stop pretending then the plane can land and this can be over."

"I think it's a cruel trick. Why would we have the power to create this illusion, participate in it as if it is real and then not know it at all. Somewhere, somehow, someone pulled a veil over our eyes and we didn't see that what we saw is not what we were seeing but a figment of our imagination."

"Why are you blaming it on someone?" I ask.

"Because, there had to be another power, or entity that knew that about us. That we had that ability, even though we didn't know it they knew it and they never came forth and let us know we have our own selves trapped in this illusionary experience."

"But think about it. We must have known it and chose to deny it, because all the while, we always knew that they were on the plane, yet we acted like they were down here with us, and yet we are waiting for them to get off the plane. You see? We did this, by pretending we didn't realize that they could not be on the plane and with us at the same time. We had them here with us, we created them so that we would have something to do? Maybe? Or maybe because we felt guilty that we were chosen and they were not? Maybe because we missed them and didn't want to feel separated from them? Or maybe a host of other reasons I cannot think of right now. But we did that and they are the ones who are really waiting, waiting for us to realize that we created this and as soon as we realize that, the plane can land and they can get off."

"Well, that sounds like a bunch of gobbly gook to me, and I don't really care, I just wanna get outa here, this has gone on too long. What else do we have to do?"

"Nothing, look around, the passengers on the plane are no longer with us. We broke the spell, now let's go outside and greet the arrivals."

We drop everything and go directly outside, and sure enough, they are arriving. Each in their cars one by one.

My brother leads the line he is in the first car. He is very well dressed, clean and sparkling, with five small children in the car with him. His wife drives up in the car behind him because there was no room for her in the car with the children. Rose drives up after them, she has on a beautiful white flowing dress with ruffles lining the edge and a long curly wig.. Or maybe it's her hair.. She is smiling and I am overwhelmed with joy to see her. We hug but I get the sense she doesn't realize what happened. It seems that only a few on board and a few of us who were waiting have any clue about what just happened.

Charice is unpacking the back of her car.

"You know that the God is dying?"

"What do you mean the "God" is dying?"

"Yeah, he's dying. He had to pull one more last trick before he died. As long as you all didn't figure it out he could live, but once you figured it out, it's over, now he has to die."

"Well, what God was that?" I ask.

"The Sun God, the God of the Sun, or whatever you want to call him."

"You mean the Sun is dying?"

"No, not the Sun, the God of the Sun, he's dying. His days are done. Once you all figured out what happened, he had to let go. He knew it would eventually happen, he was dying anyway. But he thought he could get a little more time if you all went along with this one. Once you all started to realize that it was not real, he had to let the ones on the plane go. He had to let the plane land."

Charice is saying all this to me while she is unpacking the back of her car.

"Did you tell Elizabeth?" Charice asks.

"Um, no, I didn't tell her. She's new in Orisha and she probably wouldn't understand." I respond.

"Does she know what you did with yours?"

"No, I didn't tell her, she probably wouldn't understand that either."

Mind, Body and Soul Food, BlogTalk Radio w/Tonya Parker and Guest Nana Baakan

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July 6, 2014  

Dreams are a link to our subconscious mind and the information flowing into and out of it. Dreams can be a powerful vehicle to facilitate our journey in life. If we pay close attention, we can find meanings and messages that we may miss in our waking world. Sometimes it can be helpful to get assistance to help us interpret the symbols, themes, and messages that show up for us to pay attention to.

Join us as Nana Baakan Agyiriwah takes you In Your Dreams to uncover the hidden meanings to help you better understand yourself and your needs, get answers to important career/health/relationship questions, clarify your life purpose and direction, and more. 

Nana Baakan clearly knows how to follow her dreams. She has been singing, dancing and acting since she was a young child. She founded the Voices of Africa Choral & Percussion Ensemble in 1983 with her four children. Nana Baakan is a healer, mental health professional, entrepreneur, dancer, percussionist, singer, lyricist, choreographer, educator and seamstress. She also is an ordained minister and Akan Priestess who has assisted with the spiritual and mental development of many through the work that she does.

Her journey through Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism, and various African traditions has fed her wisdom in facilitating workshops on Entering the Mystic Realms where she discusses dream interpretation and metaphysics.

India's Palace on Wheels (subtitle) Passion, Sex & Murder

DISCLAIMER: This is a dream story. Any references to people non or unknown is simply from my dream journey. The characters Isha and Ronit are from the movie "Yaadein". The roles they play in this dream, have nothing to do with this movie, nor does this dream have anything to do with any event that happened on this train. It is all a dream, that I took the time to research before I published it because I knew absolutely nothing about this train, women's education in India, etc., etc. There are links in this blog to the references that are made in the dream for the purpose of authenticity. My research surely lead me to some interesting discoveries. Please, I don't know why I had this dream, except to say it is an opportunity for me to use my imagination and write another dream story. Thanks for reading this. Nana Baakan

It is the late spring and we are traveling for several days on this train. (1) There are several young ladies, just finishing Higher Secondary Private School (2).  It's been a long year and everyone is excited about going on to the University. We are especially happy to be one of the few all girls private schools in all of India! (3)

This trip is a very special one of all of us. The young ladies have all found their (4) rooms, two are bunking together in each room. 

The aisle are more like wide hallways rather than the usually cramped aisle of the trains we most often use. But this is a special trip, a guided tour to some historical sites that we have rarely seen if ever. School is a priority, and we have the cooperation of the parents of each of our students to maintain focus on education while leaving entertainment and touring to our more leisure time, after our educational experience in late spring.

We have just finished dinner, our first night on the train and are about to retire to our rooms, when a shrill cry is heard from down the hall.

I quickly run to the room to find out what is the cause of the commotion.

"Ma'am!!!! (5) Please help, please help. It is very serious. I think I am going to die, and she is already dead! Please help me!!!!"

She shows me her wrists, both of them have been slit. She is bleeding profusely, I am so caught off guard I don't know where to begin or what to do. On the other bed lies another girl, face down, mouth and eyes open. Her sheets are covered with blood and her arms, crossed under her head all also covered in blood. She is dead.

I stand, immobile, not knowing whether to run and get help, or simply attempt to stop her bleeding, though I am certain it is too late. Her major artery has been severed, she could barely scream loud enough above the roar of the train for me to hear her. Pity, this marvelous train, this beautiful train, while it conveniently muffles the sounds from the outside, it also stills the sound from traveling inside. You would not know what was happening in the cabin next to you it is so sound proof.

In only a few moments she slumps down on her bed.

I run into the hallway to get help.

There is virtually no security on this train, not a single person who could solve this mystery. Not a single soul who can stop this train and investigate these two murders. It could quite easily be called a double suicide, the way young people carry on these days. But I am certain it was murder, I just have no idea who did it. There is no sign and it seems these two young ladies were hoping to hide this mishap and waited too long to call for help. Meanwhile the perpetrator is still aboard this train, and we have no clue where he could possibly be.

It could be anyone. There are only a few male passengers and the staff on this train are all male. Who could we approach? If we suspiciously look towards one of the passengers, we may suffer severe embarrassment as they may not be guilty at all. If we approach any of the staff members, we could bring the entire Luxury Train industry of India, into chaos and utter financial calamity. If we ignore this situation and bring it to no one's attention, we risk having another incident like this happening marring the reputation of the Boarding School. And, we have 24 hours before our next stop. Either way we respond to this tragedy, it will be most horrendous.

Realizing that I can do nothing at this time. I close the door of their cabin and ask the staff to "Please do not disturb them. They are fine and need no assistance." I go to my cabin and wait.

In a short while Isha (6) enters my cabin. She is excited and fluttering all around, with no idea of what has just taken place.

"Ma'am Ayanna, Ma'am Ayanna, I have met the most incredible young man! He is handsome, smart, very well dressed, and seems to be from a well to do family!"

Her words ring in my ears but I can barely hear what she is saying. I busy myself, tidying up my bed.

"Really, Isha. How did you happen to meet such a fine gentleman?" I ask half interested.

"I met him, just down the hall here. His cabin is just a few cabins down from mine! I want to talk with him and get to know him, Ma'am. I am 18 years old now, I am old enough to talk to men, aren't I? Besides, I am going off to the University in a few months, so surely I am old enough to talk to this fine young man, isn't that correct Ma'am?"

"Well, I guess since we are all here for the next 24 hours, we may as well make the best of it. Sure, you certainly are old enough, Isha. And how old is he? May I ask?"

"Um, well, Ma'am, he is 26 years old. But don't worry, I am old enough to talk to someone that much older than I. Besides, I am feeling really sad about leaving our school and so, I will have someone to talk to to help me feel better about it, Ma'am."

"It seems to me, that you really don't want to talk about leaving school anyway. You seem to need a distraction so you won't have to talk about leaving school at all, my dear, Isha."

"Humph, why is it that you know me so well, Ma'am. Why is that?"

"Well I have been your teacher at our private boarding school for 3 years now. I study all my students, and since you are one of my most active, adventurous students, it would only seem proper that I would study you quite closely. Besides, you are as they would call you in the West, a Gemini. And we know that Gemini's need some sort of distraction so they won't get bored, thinking about the past, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I guess you are right about that. But I would hardly call him a distraction. Far from that, I would say."

"And so my dear, what shall we call him?

"His name is Ronit (7)."

"Well, I guess you can trot along and go get to know your new friend a little better."

"Oh but I must freshen up a bit." Isha says and runs across the hall to her cabin, which she happens to be staying in alone as we are one short of the young ladies who signed up for our trip.

Not long after this time, Isha runs down the hall to talk with her new friend. (8)

"Ronit, I am so happy. My teacher said it would be okay for me to talk with you, and spend some time with you. Well, she didn't exactly say spend time with you, that is what I would like to do. We have 24 more hours on this dreadful train, it would be wonderful to break up the monotony and spend time with you. Do you mind, I surely hope you do not mind."

"No, I don't mind. Just as long as we can keep our talks minimal. That is, nothing too personal. I do not like things to be too personal with me and people I meet."

"Oh, that's fine, we can just talk and be friendly, in a light way, an easy way. You know, I have no expectations and you have no expectations. Besides, we have just met, so how personal can we get in just a few hours."

Ronit responds, "We can get very personal in just a few hours. Believe me, I know what I am talking about and it has happened so many times in my past, that I would rather warn a new friend of just how dangerous it can be to get close to me."

"Dangerous, dangerous? Don't be silly. How can it be dangerous to simply have a small chat with such a fine young man as yourself. What, do you mean that I am too young to talk to you because you are 26? No way, I am way  more mature than most girls my age. I have seen the world, traveled about and been to many places most girls my age have merely dreamed about. My family is quite wealthy and all summer they assure me of the finest and best and wonderful places that I can be taken. In fact, they bring home the travel guide so that I can choose my favorite places or even some new places if I would like to try something new. So you see, you do not have to worry about my age at all. If that is what you were worried about."

"Please, my dear, your age is of no concern to me. In fact, I have been with young ladies your age, younger and older. Well not too much younger, but certainly your age. 18 years of age is my favorite. Young ladies are a lot less jaded at that age. I appreciate that. But like I said before, we cannot get too personal, as it may prove to be quite dangerous for you."

"Dangerous for me???" Isha laughs haughtily at Ronit, it's incredulous to her that he would even consider that he could be dangerous to her in any way. Besides, it's simple conversation, nothing more. She shakes her head at him as if to dismiss his idea. How ludicrous, she thought to herself.

"So, have you had your evening tea yet?" Isha asks.

"No, not yet, I have been sitting here for some time, thinking and looking out of the window."

"Ha, that's hardly a view out that porthole. When they made these trains they certainly hadn't planned on us spending time looking out the window like we would on a lower class train. That's why they made them so small, you would rather look around at these luxurious surroundings, take notes and invite your friends and family to travel with you the next time if they haven't already."

Isha certainly loves to talk, but in her naiveté she doesn't realize that he is barely listening to her and is attempting to keep his gaze away from her eyes.

She is absolutely beautiful to him. Her smile, her hair, her eyes, the softness of her hands, the dimple in her chin, so barely perceivable. Even her self assuredness is so very, very attractive. And that is where the danger lies. He feels himself being drawn to her. This has never turned out well in the past, and there is simply no reason why this time should be any different.

"My, you are deep in thought, right now. Let's go to your cabin and have that cup of tea. I've been waiting for the evening tea, haven't you been waiting as well?"

"Yes, I have, but I do not think having it in my cabin is such a great idea."

"Why not? We have already stated what our parameters will be, so we will simply sip tea and chit chat, nothing too deep and certainly nothing to personal."

Her phrases fall from her lips like chimes from a bell. They ring and sing and swirl around her mouth like a wind strung summer rain. They stick to him, they hang on him, they pull him in and they weaken him. Ronit thinks to himself, "I do not know if I am strong enough to keep this from becoming dangerous."

"I really do not think having tea in my cabin is a good idea, Isha. Please understand. I mean you no disrespect, I am simply stating what I know to be true."

"Nonsense, there is nothing at all to worry about, and certainly no danger. What could happen here on this train? We are in the public.. What could possibly go wrong? Come, let's have tea!!!"

Isha takes a hold of Ronit's hand and pulls him down the hallway towards his cabin that is just a few doors away from hers. She eyes her cabin invitingly, then thinks better of it, too close to Ma'am Ayanna.

It's as if some unseen force has taken hold of his body and he seems to find himself floating down the hall to his cabin, being lead by this fairy goddess who has no idea of the danger that may befall her. I must control my passion, he thinks to himself, that is the only way to keep her safe.

They enter his cabin and Isha quickly seats herself on his lounge chair.

"Will you be calling for tea soon, Ronit? We don't want to wait to long before the tea hour is over."

"Yes," he responds as if being awakened from a deep sleep journey. "Yes, I will call right now."

Isha watches his body as it moves towards the bedside table. His muscles flex through his jacket as he picks up the phone. She quietly gasps to herself at seeing his full figure that was so hidden behind the table in the lounge. She feels a familiar trembling in her soul and her mouth waters. She thinks to herself, how can this be dangerous at all, he is magnificently beautiful, where is the danger?

The tea comes shortly after the call is made. By now, Ronit is sitting on the side of the bed, looking down at his fingers as he rubs them up and down his well sculptured thighs. He appears a bit nervous to Isha, but she quickly dismisses that as well.

"Thank you", she says to the server and "Thank you, Ronit. Mmmmm, this tea is quite wonderful, indeed."

Isha sips her tea. He watches her delicate hands hold the cup like a flower. Her breath wisps the steam from the cup of tea in his direction. It is like a spell and he can feel it. I MUST CONTROL MY PASSION, he repeats to himself like a mantra, over and over again as he watches her. This is something a bit different than all the others. This time while he is handling the single edge blade in his pocket, he is also wishing she would leave. How is this so? This is a golden opportunity for him to let his passions ride on the tide of love making. She is obviously sending him the message that she wants to. Why do I feel I must stop myself?
Ronit questions himself over and over again.

Isha stands up abruptly, this startles Ronit out of his own thoughts and fantasies.

"What are you doing? What's in your pocket?" She asks inquisitively.

"Why are you examining me, Isha? Don't you find your tea satisfactory?"

"Yes, quite, but I am also wondering what is on your mind. Oh, forgive me, we must keep this from getting personal, and so even if I find you to be one of the most attractive men I have ever laid my eyes on,  I must maintain, nothing personal, nothing at all, correct?"

"Correct, and it would be to your best advantage to remember that.

It is getting late, I think that you may want to go off to your cabin to get some rest, yes?"

"No." She responds with the definiteness of a sledge hammer, "No, not at all, I have been compliant, I have said nothing personal to you, except to ask what you were thinking, which you refused to divulge, I have sat quietly sipping my tea, and now you want to trot me along to my cabin!!! I see... I see...."

She speaks with hurtfulness in her voice. Ronit didn't mean to hurt her, in fact he surely does not want to hurt her. He wants to keep her safe, safe from him.

Isha gets up and walks past him towards the door. He follows close behind and before he could catch himself his arms wrap around her waste and pull her back towards him. He then begins to caress her nipples through her clothing. They were erect and waiting as the warmth of his body close to her, quickly excited her in every way. Isha sighs aloud.

Ronit cries out. "Oh dear, I mustn't, I mustn't!" 

Isha turns around and faces him.

"You mustn't what…???? What are you talking about??? What mustn't you do? Frankly, you haven't done anything!"

"Yes, I have!" Ronit retorted.

"No you haven't and if you have, well I certainly didn't experience it. What are you talking about, Ronit?"

"Isha, you simply have no idea who I am and what I am capable of."

"Really, so should I run out of here, immediately?? Or are you going to be man enough to tell me what is going on with you? You are the one who has said keep the personal out, you are the one who has warned, how dangerous it could be, and yet, you are holding me in your arms!!! Now explain that!!! I want you to tell me, now!" Isha stubbornly insisted.

"I can't.."

"Well, if you don't I am leaving. We can just PRETEND that nothing personal happened here. That we are not mutually attracted to each other, and that I can just go to my cabin and forget about you!!! Fine, I will do just that. Release me!"

"No", Ronit whispers, "I can't."

"And what does that mean, you can't, what's stopping you? And I thought I was the younger one in this equation. Looks to me like you are being a very young boy right now.!"

"Isha, listen to me, look at me, and listen…….  Have you noticed that I have had my hand in my pocket much of the time?

"Yes, I have been noticing a lot of things about you."

"Would you like to know what that is?"

"Sure, as long as it's not personal." Isha responds with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.

Ronit pulls it out, and Isha can barely see it as it is nestled between his middle finger and his ring finger.

"What is it, Ronit. Stop playing little boy games."

"It's a blade" Ronit whispers as he looks down at his hand.

"If I make love to you, I will have to cut you, and you will bleed to death."

Isha could barely contain her laughter. That was the most absurd thing she had ever heard. But when she looked into his eyes she immediately became quite sober.

"Ronit, are you kidding me, or are you serious?"

"Isha, I am dead serious. I will have to kill you. I will cut your wrists and leave you there to die and no one, will ever know how it happened or why."

"Come on, Ronit, you can't be serious, you would actually make love to me, cut my wrists and leave me there to die??? Preposterous!!!"

Meanwhile Isha is beginning to take this man seriously, she really doesn't know him or what his potential might be, and yet she feels the passion, she wants to make love with him, but if he is really serious????

"Come on, Ronit, be truthful, you would not do that would you?"

"No, I would not, and I am going to tell you why. Because I will not make love with you. I will not enter you. Whenever I enter a woman something goes off inside of me and I am compelled to cut her wrists. I did that already, two times today. They didn't know, they invited me in, they seduced me, I gave them both what they asked for and then one by one, I cut them. At first they could not believe they were cut. They felt it was all part of the game we were playing and the way that I cut, could barely be felt. But when the bleeding would not stop, they quickly realized what had happened. I left their room went to mine, freshened up and sat in the lounge.

Did you not hear your sister's screams?"

"No Ronit, I did not, and I don't believe you. And I know you want to because look at you." Isha looks down at his erection. It is piercing through his pants.

"You want to and you want me…. So come on, let's do this, let's do this now." Isha says, as she eyes the blade and thinks of strategies to get that blade out of his hand. He told her, and that gives her opportunity to retrieve it by averting his attention enough time.

"Come on, Ronit." Isha gently nudges him back onto the bed and straddles him. She rubs herself across his erection, while attempting to pry the blade from his fingers.  She has no luck. He pushes her away.

"I can't do this, if I enter you, you will have to die. That is the commandment. There is no way around it. I must kill you, Isha. Please don't make me do this. I am a man, my resistance is very low. I am still high from my last encounter just a few hours ago. I do not want to kill you."

This is quite baffling to Isha, but now she must create a strategy to get what she wants and also to get him to the authorities. How can she do this??

She stands up. She grabs his hands and pulls him upright and then to the floor. She can feel the blade, securely tucked between his fingers. She is deliriously thinking of ways to pry it out of his hand. But how?? She starts to kiss him, gently at first, then more and more passionately. His arms are around her and he is tightly holding on to the blade.

Isha decides on a new strategy, she lowers herself towards his erection, unbuttons his pants, pulls down his zipper and reaches in to pull out the most magnificently sculptured penis she has ever seen in her whole life. She gently begins to suck his penis like a luscious long candy on a stick. Back and forth, up and down, gently squeezing it and letting it go. He is going deeper and deeper into orgasmic revelry.

"Isha" he whispers, his voice weakened his legs wobbling, "Please stop. You are arousing my passion. You are going to make me climax, and if I do, well….."

"You can't kill me, cause you haven't entered me, right? I am safe and you can put the blade down, right? So let me do this.. Let me bring you to climax, let……… me……. Pleasure……… you…………"  she says as she continues to suck his penis like a luscious long candy on a stick. He climaxes.

"See," Isha whispers, "that wasn't so bad."

Ronit slumps to the floor. His breathing has become quite heavy even strained, but he has not released the blade.

"Isha, you just don't understand. I don't want to kill you. Of all the women I have done that to, you are the only one, whom I truly care for. There is something about you that holds me back from wanting it, desiring it. But I am not strong enough to prevent it. Please understand…. That is the danger. It is not the climax, it has never been. It is entering that dark, warm, moist place of extreme pleasure that arouses my passions to crescendo into a death knell. When I feel that, someone must die. It's the passion. That is what it was with the others. I feel it for you, but I feel something different this time, I don't want you to die."

Isha is thinking really hard about this. If he does not kill her, she will know what he has done and be obliged to report him to the authorities. If she reports him to the authorities she will risk ever having him enter her, which she wanted more than ever now, after tasting it. She is wondering… what shall she do. Turn him over now, or make one more attempt at getting that blade and getting what she wanted from him.

"Ronit, let's go to my cabin. Let's relax there. Maybe leaving here will help you feel better. Maybe we can help you sort some things out."

Ronit agrees, but he never releases the blade, instead he places it back in his pocket, and pats his pocket as if to say, just in case.

When they arrive at her cabin, which is only a few doors down the hall, she wraps her arms around Ronit's neck and kisses him passionately. He gently rubs her rear and slowly pulls her dress up. Isha is not wearing panties. Her skin is soft and smooth, just as he knew it would be.

Isha has two agendas, get the blade and get the sex. Simple, very simple for a Gemini. The door is partially ajar and Ma'am Ayanna peeps out across the hallway to see Isha with her arms around Ronit's neck. Isha quickly fixes her dress and pushes her cabin door close. They continue to kiss and Isha pulls him over towards her bed. She lies back and opens her legs.

"You can't put your penis in me but you can put your fingers in me, correct?"

"Yes, that's correct Isha."

"Then do that, I need that right now, I am so hot, right now,,,,,,,, I am so wet right now,,,,,,,,, I need you to give me some satisfaction, please,,,,,,, Ronit,,,,,, Please…….."

Ronit releases the blade between his fingers and gently pushes one finger into Isha. He pushes his finger in and pulls it out in an exotic rhythmic fashion, in and out.

"Ooooooh, you are so wet, so warms, so slippery. Ooohhh." He sighs and continues using his finger to pleasure her.

She moans, "Give me more,,,,,,,,,, give me more."

Ronit gives her more, he pushes two fingers in..... and..... out and pleasures her as she moans louder and louder.

"Shhhhhhhh, you are going to wake up the neighbors." He giggles.

"Impossible", she responds in a silken whisper, "this place is sound proof.. Don't stop, please don't stop… It feels so good.............. it feels so good............"

Ronit has lost himself he has entered her with exotic rhythmic motions, but he has used his fingers. He doesn't feel compelled to cut her wrists, he is watching the ecstasy on her face as he pleasures her with his fingers. He lies on top of her and continues with the gentle exotic rhythm of in and out.

A knock comes to the door.

"Isha, Isha…… are you in there?"

"Yes, Ma'am Ayanna, I am in here, I am in here with Ronit. You can come in now."