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- furnishings that make a room or other area ready for occupancy; "they had too much furniture for the small apartment"; "there was only one piece of furniture in the room"
- Furniture is the mass noun for the movable objects ('mobile' in Latin languages) intended to support various human activities such as seating and sleeping in beds, to hold objects at a convenient height for work using horizontal surfaces above the ground, or to store things.
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- Large movable equipment, such as tables and chairs, used to make a house, office, or other space suitable for living or working
- A person's habitual attitude, outlook, and way of thinking
- Small accessories or fittings for a particular use or piece of equipment
- Give (furniture, leather, or clothing) simulated marks of age and wear
- Cause (someone) anxiety, sorrow, or pain
- a state of adversity (danger or affliction or need); "a ship in distress"; "she was the classic maiden in distress"
- psychological suffering; "the death of his wife caused him great distress"
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event that had the single greatest impact on me was the death of my father
MALEVOLENT SPIRITS—Where do these dangerous, hostile, and evil entities come from?
Who are they? Why do they exist? Why do Wiccans and Spiritists have to be protected from them?
An open letter to Wiccan and Spiritist believers from a former Spiritist
Ben Alexander was deeply involved with the spiritualist movement and the extremes of psychic phenomena in his native England.
I am just going into my 80th year, and my desire, no doubt like yours, is to help people have an eternal happy forever in the spirit world, which we call Heaven.
I have made this a lifetime occupation. It is my belief that God wants us to love and care for each other. I pray the following message will help you in your search for the truth.
First, let me introduce myself and where I am coming from. I was born on December 25th 1920, in London, England to a widow by the name of Golda Alpern.
I was placed up for adoption immediately. In those days, it was easy to adopt a child.
There were few questions asked.
The couple who adopted me barely provided the necessities of life, but I am grateful to them for taking me in.
Theft, drunkenness, gambling, prostitution and bedbugs—all were as common in our part of the East End of London as clean sheets and warm water were in other places.
Bookies and prostitutes lived on the street. As children, we made money from bookies by warning them when police were in the vicinity.
My father drank heavily, gambled, had affairs and beat my mother many times. I can still picture my mother with black eyes and swollen lips.
She found life so distressing that she tried to commit suicide a number of times.
One evening, after my mother and father had been fighting, she threatened to throw herself out from the upstairs window.
As she climbed out, I managed to pull her back. On another occasion, I recall her taking the tube off the gas jet and trying to inhale the gas. These were terrifying times for me.
The event that had the single greatest impact on me was the death of my father. I was only eleven years old at the time.
The subject of death was considered taboo in our house.
It was something to be feared and never talked about. One night, as I was lying on my bed upstairs, I could hear my father crying downstairs. He screamed out to God saying,
“Please God, don’t let me die! I don’t want to die God, help me!”
I will never forget the sound of his crying, it was one of despair, fear and terror.
Now I can understand why he felt that way. He had lived as though he had a thousand years on earth. I really believed that he knew he was going to Hell, and the prospect of this terrified him.
[ How can a God of love send anybody to Hell? Answer ]
He was taken to the hospital in the early hours of the morning and within a few short hours was returned home in a cheap pine box. (In the Jewish religion, they bury the dead within 24 hours).
I was totally unaware of what happened that night, when I came downstairs, all the furniture was taken out, and lying on the floor was this closed coffin. I was terrified.
From then on, the thought of death held a terrible grip on me, I was afraid to sleep at night for fear that I would not be alive in the morning. That fear stayed with me for many years, and even now I can still hear in my mind the screams of my father.
Death strikes again
After my Father’s death, my mother turned to prostitution to support us. The next seven years were the most distressing, embarrassing and soul destroying years of my life.
Once more, I had another frightening experience.
Death entered my life again when I was about seventeen. My mother had been in the hospital with bronchial pneumonia, and I had been staying in the house alone. Unfortunately, my mother’s customers did not know about her illness and constantly came to the door knocking and calling her name.
I stayed upstairs in my room, too terrified to move.
When Mother died in the hospital, a policeman was sent to the house to tell me.
At first, I thought he was just another customer, and I did not answer the door.
After my mother’s death, there was no place for me to go, so I stayed in the house.
One night, shortly thereafter, as I was lying in bed, I could see her standing in front of me at the top of the staircase.
She appeared white and etheric-looking, and she was smiling at me. It seemed to be some sort of apparition.
I put the covers over my head, and when I peeked out, she was gone. It was a terrifying experience, and, from then on, my obsession with death grew worse.
Shortly after her death, World War II broke out, and I was called up into the army. I married very young, and, regretfully, it was a bad marriage, ending in divorce.
(I have a son who is 52 years old. My first wife has since passed away.)
I have written the above to give you some background to show the reason for my getting into the occult—two deaths in my family which left me in fear.
My life changes
After World War II, I was d
Lots of things are happening
Lots of things are happening. I’ve quit my job today. This after heavy drinking the night before. And recursively so for the nights before that. The note I’ve send out this morning, in spare words, describes my disillusionment with this job. In fact, with the industry as a whole. Sending out that letter made me feel good. There was more truth in sending out that letter than in 7 months of working. After months of hand feeding this baby rock, I feel I lost all ability to care. I immediately opened a can of beer afterwards. Although the approach of “getting it out of your system” only lead to grotesque misbehaviour in the past, I stick to it faithfully.
I’ve asked for my furniture to be sent back to Africa. My red leather chair has now been on 3 continents. It has been in the Netherlands for 3 days. This chair has witnessed dramatic fluctuation and wild choices. It never showed any sign of distress.
It is completely independent. On a warm day in San Francisco, tired and newly arrived, I’ve sat on it for 3 minutes before spending half of my savings in South African Rand to buy it for $1600.
As far as reconciliation with my humanness I can see only one way. Going underground. One needs a limited amount of love and care if one is already 80 percent android. But more than anything else, I know I must risk all of this for the sake of what I really want from life. That is the crux. I need to learn how to exercise myself. I’ve learned the use of the word “exercise” from Kafka. One must avoid being too serious. One must attempt to be light. I also need to give up drinking completely. I must find other mechanisms to escape, or to be truthful.
Living in this small apartment for 12 months already, I am basically surrounded by everything that I like. I paint, I write, I take pictures. And I have a day job that is endurable. Aside from that, I also have a cat. A female Maine Coon, Lily. Magically she is able to keep her tail out of the oil paint and her poop in the litter box. She is teaching me how to be truly independent. Like the chair. Unperturbed.
For now, I can say that I am finishing stuff that I’ve started. That feels good.
I am on my way now. It isn’t much.
I am quite fond of watching DVD’s in-between. Sometimes with Lily. Watching movies can be distracting. One hears stuff like “I know that, when he died, his eyes were closed and his heart was open”. How is one to open your heart? I like to stick to ideas that are easier to understand. I guess the phrase I will use is: One needs to make peace before you die.
I did recently watch a movie that I regard as close to perfect. It is Red, from the Kieslovski trilogy. Kieslovski has found a way to express himself. He must have died in peace.
The advantage of living in such a small space is that one cannot escape your half finished paintings. For now, to take fully advantage of small spaces, I will not move back into my house. There is also the turpentine. Walking outside, these paintings precede next to me like corpses that I half killed in a war. They follow me where I go like my red leather chair.
There is no escaping anymore. I have even giving up smoking. I do things on canvas, and I write. I take pictures. I will not call it art. I am only exercising a way into myself.
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