EelKat

Is there a story behind that name? Funny you should word it that way, because actually, yes there is, literally.

I wrote my first book in 1978 (Vol 1 of *The Twighlight Manor* series... now out of print) the main character of the original book (only a minor character in later volumes) was a talking black bobcat from a planet in another galaxy. Her name was not pronounceable by human tongue, so humans called her Miss Citten The EelKat instead or The EelKat for short. The reason was because she raised rare breeds of eels which she had collected up from the various planets she had visited. She is the narrator of all of my stories, my books being her reports about earth that she sends back to her home planet, so technically she remained the main character throughout the series.

Anyways, that same year (1978) I started using the name EelKat, and so people just know be by that name, so once I discovered the internet (in 1997) I just started using EelKat as my id everywhere.

Being used to writing in *her voice* for my books, I found it easier to make my Squidoo lenses in the same way.

The story behind my name goes back to a book I wrote years ago, but yes, the character got her own name from an obsession with eels. And so, while my name online comes from the book...

Offline, in the real world, there is a bit more to it than that, because of course EelKat in the book had to of come from somewhere. I used to have a reoccurring nightmare, about monstrous sized snakes coming after me, followed by falling into eternal blackness, than landing in the Scarborough Marsh (a local marsh, which we passed through every Sunday on the way to Church). People have always said I was an odd child, and one of the reasons was, though snakes terrified me, eels did not, in fact I was drawn to eels. None of my relatives were ever able to determine how it was that I knew what an eel was let alone what to call it. In the dream I would fall out of the black hole and land in the water in the marsh, and would suddenly be surrounded by big, huge, green eels, which would swirl around me and protect me from the giant snakes.

Because of this daily/nightly dream which haunted my mind from my earliest memories (at about 2 years old) until late into my teen years, eels eventually became a symbol of peace, love, safety, and protection. If I saw an eel I knew I was safe, loved, protected, that no harm could come to me. Eels became my Power Animal and Spirit Guides.

However, my description of eels was "off" for many years, because I was describing big, huge, 8 feet long and bigger eels with huge sharp teeth and thick lime green skin, and the power to "shoot lightening" at snakes. For many years of my early youth, adult laughed and told me there was no such animal, explaining that eels were small, only a few inches to a foot long, silver or grey, and had no teeth. As I learned years later, marsh eels, freshwater eels, were what they was describing, and I was 8 years old when me, my parents, and several other relatives would come head on face to face with exactly what I for many years had described as an eel.

In 1982, Saco, Maine for a brief period of time had an Aquarium. My family, and several relatives went in on the opening day. We say sharks and seals and squid and fish of every possible shape and size, and than smack dab in the center of the building was the pride of the water zoo: a giant tank, which on first appearances, seemed to be totally empty and filled only with huge rocks full of wholes. We was a large crowd of people, 30 or more standing and waiting, as we were told to do, by our guide who assured us, if we waited just a few more minutes we would see the star of the zoo come out of his cave. We waited, and waited, some people wandered off, and than suddenly with out warning, a huge lime green face, with giant sharp teeth long as my fingers, came zipping out of the cave with lightening speed and dashed his head against the glass, barring his teeth, snapping and snarling and trying fiercely to grab hold of anyone and every one looking through the glass at him. He made the sharks look tame, small, and friendly...he made JAWS look like a sweet happy fairy tale. This creature was angry, mean, and ready to kill. If there had been no glass between him and the crowd he probably would have made an attempt to eat every one there.

Our guide than told us what we were looking at: a rare Green Deep Sea Moray Eel. Not that he was a rare creature, just that he was a rarely seen in captivity, creature, and even less common in the shear size of him. He was 8 feet long and could unhinge his jaws to expand and swallow pretty much anything whole. He looked like he could easily gulp down a few harbor seals in a single bite. But this...this, magnificent mesmerizing creature, this I pointed out and told my relatives, this was the eel I had seen so many times in my dreams, not their tiny freshwater eels, but this giant green eel with a mouth full of teeth. This what what I meant when I said the word "eel".

Seeing this eel face to face was like a pivotal point in my life. It was as if I had come face to face with God himself or something, you know what I mean? It was just one of those moments in life when you can step back and say: "I can relax now, it doesn't matter what happens, because everything is going to be okay." It was just a moment of such, peace and serenity. I was mesmerized by this beautiful giant dragon-like fish. He was just so amazingly breath taking. I spent the rest of the day glued to the tank with me and him staring at each other eye to eye - and his eye was like bigger than my first...it was just completely indescribable, the sense of peace I felt standing there beside this beautiful creature. I think that was probably the most exhilarating moment of my entire life. I wish I could have brought him home with me. And ever since that day, I made it my goal, to some day, some how, some where, have a giant deep sea moray eel of my own. Granted I would need a tank as big as a house, but still, that is my "ultimate goal" so to speak.

No one was ever able to explain, how or why my dreams were filled with an animal I had no knowledge of, let along how or why I knew what to call it. It was just one of those things that adults pointed out was "creepy" about me. I have been told in more recent years that what happened was a "Spirit Quest" or my having entered into "Dream-time", thus making me a natural born shaman. That I have a natural connection to these giant deep sea morays, that they are my spirit guides. Am I a natural born shaman? I have really have no idea and haven't really put much thought into it. Maybe it's something to think about in the future. Are the deep sea moray eels my Spirit Guides? I believe they are, yes, for throughout my life, time and time again, images and pictures of deep sea morays have shown up in my life at the strangest times and in the oddest places. I have come to learn that this is a sign from the spirit world, that when I see an eel, I am meant to pay close attention to the events which follow, for they are very important and very significant.

Oh, yeah, and in case you was wonder, yes, I am a Native American Indian, I am from the Kickapoo tribe. EelKat is also my "Indian Name", you know, like Running Bear or Sitting Bull...mine is EelKat. Eels are my protectors and I am the protector of cats, feral cat rescue takes first place in my life pushing all else into the side lines, when ever there is a cat in need of my help. I will skip work and put seemingly "more important" things aside, when it comes to standing up for, protecting, defending, and rescuing feral cats. It is the very center of my existence. And therefore the two words combine into one to create my "True" or "Indian" name: EelKat aka Guided by Eels and The Protector of Cats

On most sites, I use a picture of something/someone I like *cough*Lord Sesshomaru*cough*, but when I joined Squidoo, I actually went a used a real picture of myself. I figured, when people by books, they like to look on the back to see a picture of the author, and for me, Squidoo is all about writing stuff (thus my lenses average 7,500 - 20,000 words per lens - ouch! I guess you can tell how much I like writing!). I think of my Squidoo lenses as a branch of my non-fiction writing, so I decided to treat it as such and put my *author bio* picture up as my Squidoo avatar, since my readers instantly recognize me by that picture, thus when they see it here on Squidoo, they know that once again, they are reading something I wrote.

I want to heal the world of all it's pain and spread the joy of love to everything and everyone, everywhere.

Love all, Harm none.

Am I a witch? Am I psychic? How do I answer that? Let's see. No and maybe. I'm a channel and well, than there's Etiole. He's pretty hard to explain.


I am an adult Indigo Child, a natural born Psychic and Faerie Channel. Working towards Mental Health Nursing & Clinical Psychology student working towards a Psy.D to become an Alien Abduction Psychotherapist using Art Therapy, Play Therapy, Color Therapy, Guided Creative Visualization, Faerie Healing and Angel Therapy to bring both spiritual and emotional healing to those traumatized by abduction memories. I am looking to network with others who have devoted their lives to bringing light into the lives of those trapped in darkness.

I am Wendy Christine Allen aka Miss Citten the EelKat, the internationally world famous Autistic, Natural Born Psychic & Faerie Channeler, I have been channeling with Otherworld Connections: Spirit Guides, Faeries, Ultraterristrials, Angels, Guardians, & Ascended Ones since I was 3 years old.

Why am I called EelKat? And who am I? I have Autism. I live in a car in the wooded coastal swamplands of Maine without electricity, phone, or running water, and with 14 rescused feral cats.

My Totem/Spirit Animals are: Deep Sea Moray Eels and Bobcats. Because of this, since 1978, I have been known throughout the world as Miss Citten The EelKat.

If you have not heard of me before, just do a quick Google search for me, there are thousands of web sites and articles (some good, some bad) about me and my world famous "haunted car" The Goldeneagle. Both me and my "haunted car" have been on the front page of newspapers, in TV news reports, and featured in over 30 books.

I live in the swamp, in a forest, on a beach, and am often seen runnin across the beach and diving fully clothed into the ocean during hurricans and snow storms. Etiole is a Water Faerie, he draws on the power of storms and the ocean waves, I in turn draw on those same powers through him. Though I am a devote Christian and deeply dislike being refered to as a Witch, local residents have nicknamed me "The Sea Witch of Old Orchard Beach".



IMPORTANT NOTICE:

I have Autism. I rarely talk.
I never make eye contact with anyone.
I do not have a "formal education".
I did not attend school.
I talk to wild animals in their own language.
I see people which Humans can not see.
I hear and talk to people Humans can not hear.

This list of things is the root of the reason why people call me a witch, while Etiole is the root of why they call me demon possessed or psychic. This bothers some people. Locals call me "That crazy homeless cat woman." I am not mute, I can talk, but in 40 years, rarely have I ever done so, The reason being that because of my Autism and my lifestyle people assume I am retarded and avoid me. I will not start a conversation, but if you talk to me first, I will gladdly talk with you.

At age of three I started telling adults about the Faeries that I saw living all around us.With the help of the Swamp Faeries, I preform what locals call "spell castings" and "curses",but are more correctly called invocations, prayers, psychic readings, prophecies, and predictions.

My Tools?

I use sea shells and beach pebbles and a silver pendulum in a giant natural Faerie Ring nearly 12 feet in diameter with the moss covered tree stump altar at it's center and seven pine trees around it. For crystal balls, I use glass fishing balls that washed up on shore. My cards are a giant deck of hundreds of assorted random cards, not tarot cards, but colorful art cards, trading cards, and oracle cards.

My readings are done in the swamp at the moss covered tree-stump-altar where you see me sitting in the photos on this page. This swamp is the home of my Spirit Guide, my Guardian, and Protector the Far-Darrig known as Etiole. Everything I know, from the teachings of Jesus to the ways of the Faeries to how to read stones, shells, and cards, was taught to me by him. He is my constant companion, my Guardian Angel, and my Personal Spirit Guide.

Even though I sometimes wander into town among people, I still live in the woods, I still do not talk, and though I have learned how to use a computer, I still has not learned how to use a phone. My readings are therefor done in person or via E-mail ONLY!

At the age of 4 I had an encounter with a small white skinned being. He would visit me many times over the next 30 years.

At age 8 I was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (aka The Mormon Church).

At age 8 I was the witness of a "UFO sighting". Nightmares of strange babies and slick silver rooms filled with faceless doctors begin, and would haunt my sleep for more than 20 years.

At the age of 9 I read the Bible cover to cover in the space of 3 months. I than read the Book of Mormon in even less time. Adults started calling me an "Indigo Child", a "genius", a "prodigy", a "freak", a "changeling", a "witch", "demon possessed", or an "E.T." depending on which adult you talked to. In any case all of them agreed that I was far from normal, parents refused to allow their children to play with me, and my parents had to pull me out of school. I received no farther education.

At the age of 12, following the death of my uncle's stolen dog at the hands of P&G's animal test labs, I started a small protest that would grow reach global proportions, gain millions of members and the eventually became known around the world as "The Proctor and Gamble Boycott

At age 14 I was the lone survivor of a mass murder that left my 5 best friends dead. I stopped talking, developed deep depression, became suicidal, and would not speak again for nearly 20 years.

Following the execution of my friends' murderer, I had an encounter with Jesus (a vision?) and was shown that all of my friends, family, and pets whom had died, where safe and still alive, reborn, now living new lives in brand new and healthy bodies, with Him in a world that "exists beyond the veil of this life".

By the time I was 16, the small white being was now visiting me almost daily and I began calling him "a Faerie named Etiole". (see http://www.squidoo.com/amphibious-aliens )I made the mistake of telling this to my Bishop, who took this to mean I had schizophrenia and contacted the state mental institute. Fortunately when the psychiatrists arrived at Church, the Bishop told them "she's demon possessed" and they told him to get psychiatric help instead. =P Several other such incidents occurred (with other church members, not me) and the Bishop was removed from the Church by higher authorities from Church Headquarters in Salt Lake City, Utah, who had begun to question the Bishop's sanity after dozens of members began to complain about his "unusual" methods and his constantly thinking every one around him had demons living in them. With-in weeks of his removal from the church, the Bishop broke both arms in a skiing accident and than his house was hit by lightening and burnt to the ground. The Bishop retaliated by blaming me, saying that I was not only demon possessed but also a witch and claimed that I had cast a curse on him; he than went around to any Church member superstitious enough to believe his claim and started a bunch of rumors. :(

After many, many years of one crazed Bishop's persistence, hate crimes started up resulting in a drive by shooting, death threats, the poisoning and beheading of my pets, the arson fire on October 21, 2006 that left me homeless and living on the streets under a tarp for 3 years, (see http://www.squidoo.com/OnBeingHomeless2 ) and finally, the theft of my car which one church member cut in half and than sold to a car crusher saying QUOTE: "the car has a demon living in it, we have to crush the car to kill the demon" UNQUOTE (see http://www.squidoo.com/StolenCar )

All of this resulted in my writing the book "For Fear of Little Men" (by Wendy C. Allen - me) about the dangers of what one man can do when he lets fear and gossip take over his life and cause him to be the ring leader of small time hate crimes. I saw a being whom I called a Faerie, whom others called an angel and alien, but whom this Bishop called a demon. One man let his fear of little men take hold and resulted in hurting many people both physically and emotionally. 

My spiritual goal is to see to it that what happened to me, never happens to any one else again. Fear of the unknown is a bad thing. There are Faeries and Angels all around us, their messages are love and peace, we have no reason to fear them. Just as there are beings of Light, so too are there beings of Darkness, come to spread a message of hate and fear.

Today, many years later, I am an adult Indigo Child, a natural born Psychic and Faerie Channel. I am now a Mental Health Nursing & Clinical Psychology student working towards a Psy.D to become an Alien Abduction Psychotherapist using Art Therapy, Play Therapy, Color Therapy, Guided Creative Visualization, Faerie Healing and Angel Therapy to bring both spiritual and emotional healing to those traumatized by abduction memories. My goal is to use my contact with the Beings of Light, to help people whom have been hurt and traumatized by the Beings of Darkness.

A Few Other Things You Might Want To Know About Me:

*** I am a 15th generation Native Mainer.
*** I am a Native American of the Kickapoo Tribe.
*** I am a 3rd generation Mormon.
*** I am a LDS/Mormon and have been for 35 years.
*** I took 12 years of Bible Seminary through the Calvinist Church.
*** I took 3 years of Bible Seminary through the Seventh Day Adventist Church.
*** I believe in aliens and UFOs, but I do not believe they are of extraterrestrial origins.
*** I not only believe in Faeries, I talk to them too.
*** I am the author of the long out of print Twighlight Manor series.
*** Though I am a Mormon, I also attend 15 different religious denominations (mostly Christian, but a few non-Christian too).
*** Though I am Mormon, I am also a non-denominational ordained minister.
*** I own New England's "Smallest Church".
*** I run a "Prayer Warrior Chapel" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
*** I lead silent Sunday Candle Services at The Little White Chapel of Laughing Gnome Hollow.
(It is the tiny white building you see behind me in several of the photos on this page.)





I am looking to network with others who have devoted their lives to bringing light into the lives of those trapped in darkness.

I've been a Mormon for 35 years, yes, however, as you have already asked about and therefor noticed, people around here think I am either demon possessed, or a witch, or both, depending on who you ask. This has resulted in violence and a series of hate crimes, which in turn resulted in the Old Orchard Beach Police Department declaring in September of 2001, after a series of death threats, which were traced back to a member of the Saco Ward, that it was unsafe for me or my family to attend the Saco Ward. On police orders I have not attended the Saco Ward in 9 years. On October 21, 2001, I had my Church Records transfered to the Sanfard Ward, an hour's drive away, but the next closest LDS Congregation, and for the next 3 years, I attended the Sanfard Ward.

There were about 20 people involved in the hate crimes, which included rock throwing, drive by shootings, property axes, the water main pipes cut causing the flood that left me homeless, the arsine fire that left me homeless a second time, the poisoning deaths of several of my cats, the beheading of several of my birds, the beheading of several of my cats, dumping barrels of oil in our brook resulting in the death of all 40 of our ducks, gouging out the eyes of my horse leaving her blind, ripping up my flower garden and stealing the plants, and finally their latest act of hate was the theft of my car on May 5th, 2010 which they striped down and cut in half (the pictures of it on this page are the "after" photos).

Of these 20 people, 2 were relatives, one was the town manager of Old Orchard Beach, one was a zoning officer of Old Orchard Beach, and ALL were members of the Saco Ward of the LDS Church in Maine, and today, all but 4 of these people are dead.

The harassment started in the late 1980's when one Bishop of the Cape Elizabeth Ward, went loony and started excommunicated every Black, Asian, Middle Eastern, and Native American member of the Cape Elizabeth Ward. His reasoning was that "No Non White shall enter the Kingdom of the Lord" and he took it upon himself to clean up the Church by getting rid of "Satan's demon possessed heathens" as he called all non Caucasian members. I was 14 years old at the time this happened and as mentioned earlier I am a Native American Indian of the Kickapoo Tribe, so, I was on this Bishop's list of people he had to eradicate in order to bring harmony to the Church. For 7 years this Bishop went to ludicrous extremes to one by one drive out every non white member of the Cape Elizabeth Ward.

To understand the membership, you must understand that Maine is an 89% white state and most of the 19% minority races live in Portland, Maine, where the Cape Elizabeth Ward was situated. Of the 775 active members (there were nearly 2,000 inactive members) of the Cape Elizabeth Ward, more than 200 of them were Black, Native American, or Japanese. White Supremacy is a big thing here in Maine, as is the Nazi movement. This particular Bishop was a White Supremacist and had just replaced a Native American Bishop. The Japanese members were the first to go. By year four of this Bishop's reign of terror, there were only 2 active Black members, 1 active Japanese member, and 4 active Native Americans, myself being one of the 4.

The thing that brought about this Bishop's downfall, was when he allowed a convicted rapist to hold the priesthood and than, teach Sunday School lessons to the age group of young teenage girls whom he had targeted in his past. Myself was in this class. At the beginning of this, my 17th year of life, I was one of more than 40 Young Women in the Cape Elizabeth Ward. By the end of the year, I was one of only 4 Young Woman who had not become inactive. One by one, each of the girls aged 12 to 18, went to the Bishop, accusing the Priest of rape and/or sexual harassment, begging the Bishop to stop this man. I was one of the girls to go to the Bishop, and his answer to me was: "Teenagers are hysterical. Demons are controlling your minds, you don't know what you are talking about. It's just mass hysteria."

Because the Cape Elizabeth Ward was not only the largest Mormon congregation in the State of Maine, but also the largest in the entire of New England, it had a whopping 3 sets of brother missionaries and 2 sets of sister missionaries in attendance (a total of 10 missionaries - most Wards only have 2). Two of the Sister Missionaries, girls ages 21, went to the Bishop with the same sexual harassment and rape accusations against this priest. When he did nothing, they contacted the Mission President and requested a transfer out of this Ward. In less than a year, a total of 6 different sister missionaries would request transfers out of the Cape Elizabeth Ward, each fearing their safety.

It was in October of 1992 when me and my newly baptized former Wiccan friend were cornered by this man that things got bad for the Bishop fast. The two of us fought back, and fled the classroom, knowing that the Bishop would do nothing to help us, we went over his head to the men who outranked him, she ran to the Stake President's office down the hall, and I ran to the High Priest Leader who was coming into the classroom as we were running out. The rapist priest had now been caught red handed. Both men were furious at what had happened, and the rapist priest fled the church building, and the State of Maine, and was never heard of again. He was quickly excommunicated and we told the Stake President and the High Priest about all the YW and sister missionaries who had left the Church because the Bishop had done nothing about this string of sex crimes that had gone one for nearly 2 years. The Bishop was brought under investigation, and his driving out all non-white members was also brought out before the Stake President.

A factor that got things moving so fast, was the fact that I was the lover-mistress-girlfriend of the High Priest Leader, a man 30 years my senior, whom I had been with since I was 12. We had been together 5 years at that point. A non-American man who viewed women as the sacred belongings of one man and whom no other man could look at or talk to, let alone touch her. He became the flame under the Stake President's ass, and in less than 7 days everything changed.

The following Sunday the Stake President addressed the congregation with an announcement that shocked every one: The Bishop had left the state unexpectedly and the Cape Elizabeth Ward was being split up, we would have to start attending a new congregation. In the blink of an eye, both the crazed Bishop and the giant Cape Elizabeth Ward were gone forever. It was actually 2 more years before we would have new buildings to go to, so we continued meeting in what was now being called "The Portland Ward" building, which was the Cape Elizabeth building with a new name. The Bishop's counselor took over as "temporary acting-Bishop" during those 2 years.

In the wake of this Bishop's seven year rampage, the Church Headquarters of Salt Lake City, decided it best to break up the giant 775 (active) member Cape Elizabeth Ward. They declared that it was too much power for one man to handle a congregation that big, and had the Ward been smaller, the Bishop's madness might not have gone on unnoticed by higher authorities for so many years. Today the Cape Elizabeth Ward exists no more, and is instead divided into 3 smaller congregations known as the Portland Ward, the Cornish Ward, and the Saco Ward. When the Cape Elizabeth Ward dissolved Church Leaders in Salt Lake made up a list of who should go to which of the three new congregations, my name was placed upon the Saco Ward list, unfortunately, so to was the name of the woman I refer to as "my stalker" and another woman who was "best friends" with the crazed Bishop M, and it was these 2 women who kept the Bishop's maddness going in the Saco Ward. However, these two women, would go on to become the terrorists behind the 9 years of hate crimes that followed the dissolving of the Cape Elizabeth Ward.

Me and my newly baptized friend were blamed for what happened. The splitting of the congregation, split up families and friends. Because she had converted to Mormonism from Wicca, the two of us were branded as "witches". Though only 17 we were told not to attend YW any more (by the woman who would go on to work in the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall and get the hate crimes going full swing, in the years to follow), and we found the transition from Young Woman's to Relief Society to be hell.

In the midst of what had happened the Relief Society President's husband left her to marry one of the teenagers who had left the church. The girl had not been able to get help from the Bishop, so she sought the help of her Home Teacher, and quickly became his lover. He divorced his wife and left the Church to marry the girl. Because this girl had been attacked by the same rapist priest that had attacked me and my friend, and because the High Priest leader and I were lovers, The Relief Society President, came to the conclusion, that all teenagers were "grave-diggers" who went after older men, and that even though over 30 teenage girls had been attacked by this man, it was the girls' faults not his fault, because we were all sluts and whores any ways. She told me and my friend this, from the pulpit in front of the entire Relief Society class - some 200+ women.

Me and my friend were shunned. No one would speak to either of us after that. When we walked down the hall from one class to another, people leaned against the wall to avoid us. When we tried to shake hands with people they would clasp their hands behind their backs or stuff their hands in their pockets. When we sat down in class, people would pick up their chairs and move to the other side of the room. People who did speak to us had stopped using our names and instead we were both referred to as "slut" and "whore"; she was "slut", I was "whore". At every turn we were accused of tempting men and breaking up families. We were told that what had happened to us was our own fault, because we were asking for it and therefore got what we deserved, and that it was us who should have been removed from the church not Bishop M. and Jeff (the rapist priest). Most people though, just stuck their noses in the air and said nothing at all, acting as though we were invisible.

What few times any one found to acknowledge our existence, was only to accuse us of being the reason the former Bishop was in the hospital with both arms broken, saying that we had put a curse on him, than later to accuse us of sending a bolt of lightening to burn his house down. Shortly afterwards a woman lost her head in a car accident, and we were accused of cursing her as well. By the end of the year every death, illness, car accident, and minor mishaps to happen to any one of these 775 members or any of their several thousand non member friends, family, and co-workers, became the "fault of the witches" (me and my friend). Unable to cope with these constant accusations, my friend went out and had her entire body tattooed, got over 50 piercings in her face, started drinking night and day, and than declared in front of the congregation that she was a lesbian. The next day she jumped on a bus heading West and was never heard from again.

I had a miscarriage that same summer, only my Sunday School teacher, a friend since my early childhood, a former Primary teach from my youth, was told about it. My health went bad from complications caused by the miscarriage, but my parents and relatives were very anti-doctor so I was never allowed to see a doctor about this, and it did not help that my parents, my relatives, my High Priest/boyfriend, and all of my former friends claimed than and still to this day "It never happened" in regards to the miscarriage. My High Priest/boyfriend unable to face the fact that I had had a miscarriage went into extreme denial of the event, declared it was all the fault of aliens, said I was abducted by aliens, was very vocal about his alien theories, and other members heard him and decided that I was the one who believed in aliens. Thus the rumors of my being an alien abductee got started.

This went on for 2 years, while a search was made for 3 buildings to send the members off to. When the congregation finally did split up, I was 19 years old and the new Saco Ward started meeting in a giant 1700's Congregational building in Biddeford. Bishop M's counselor turned temp-Bishop was declared the new Bishop, and the first Sunday in the new building would be one of the last times I would ever be allowed to set foot inside a Mormon Church.

The Bishop was smiling and shaking hands and greeting every one as they entered the building. When I tried to enter the building he scowled, put his hand on his hips and demanded: "What are you doing here? Trash like you doesn't belong in church." My High Priest boyfriend was allowed to enter the building, but I was not allowed to enter the sacrament room, and when I tried to take the sacraments (bread and wine/water) I was told I was no longer allowed to be a part of the Body of Christ and was not allowed to partake of the bread and water when it was passed to the members. I sat in the hall of the giant building, for 3 hours and cried. This event would repeat itself every Sunday for the next several months. Finally I spent one Sunday, and every Sunday following, in the bell tower, three stories above the sacrament hall.

At the age of 16 my High Priest and I were hand-fasted or secretly though not legally married. We tried to legally marry when I turned 18, but the Bishop would hear no part of it and refused to allow me to enter the temple. In Cape Elizabeth we were inseparable, neither of us ever seen in Church or in public with out the company of the other. From day one of the Saco Ward however, the new Bishop made certain that we wold not be allowed to attend Church together. Two years later, at the age of 21, I was no longer allowed to enter the Saco Ward building and my High Priest boyfriend was told he had to start attending the Sanfard Ward, an hours drive away, instead of the Saco Ward.

I continued to go to church for several more weeks but was not allowed to enter and so spent the Sundays weeding their flower gardens along the roadside. Than the letters started in. Letters to members, letters supposedly written by me, letters signed "The White Monkey, OST". Following the letters, the church claimed to have received bomb threat letters, and several weeks passed that members claimed to have left the church building to find their cars doused in transmission oil and the windows smashed and tired slashed. Members accused me, and though Biddeford police later arrested a local gang that had damaged cars all over Biddeford not just at the church, most of the members still accuse me for what happened.

Seeing that it was better to not be in a place where I could be accused, I started attending other churches (non-Mormon ones) on Sunday, I would attend some 15 other denominations over the next 2 years. During that time, the hate crimes started.

In 2001, following a drive by shooting and death threats left on my front door, the Old Orchard Police told me: "Evidence suggests that it was a member of the Saco Ward congregation who left the death threats. The gun is a police issue, we checked every one you know, the only one with accssess to this kind of a gun, is K____ S____ whose husband works with the local PD. Have you ever had problems with this woman before?"

Oh yes, we've had lots of problems with this woman, she boarderline on her way to the loony bin. Not stable, not sane, famous for her clinging to her children, changing jobs from one school to the next to be her children's teacher each year, even to the point of being the roommate of her daughter in college causing her daughter to quit college, she tried to enlist in the army with her son, and was furious when the Church refused to allow her to go on his mission with him, sees every female under the son as being her husbands "slut" and goes into wild fits of violence if she doesn't get her way the instance she demands it. She was the YW teacher who kicked my and my Wicca friend out of class, one of the members who believed my car had a demon living in it, was the secretary for the Town Manager who now has the FBI on his ass, was and the instigator who constantly ran to the new Bishop telling him rumors about how evil I supposedly was. She was also the Visiting Teacher of the woman I refer to as "my stalker". Oh yes, I was well acquainted with this woman and being told that she was the likely person behind the drive by shooting and the death threats, did not come as a surprise at all.

In September of 2001, on the orders of the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, I stopped attending the Saco Ward and had my membership records sent to Sanfard Ward, where I would attend church for the next 3 years with my High Priest boyfriend, until the day we once again tried to get married and low and behold, "my stalker" showed up in Church and raised hell with the Bishop there, who without telling me he had done it, sent my membership records back to the Saco Ward. He than told me to never set foot in the Sanfard Ward again, and threatened to excommunicate my High Priest boyfriend if we were ever seen together again. And so began the 7 years of my High Priest's lying to every one at Church telling them we had broken up, when we had not, and my forced agoraphobia as I was suddenly no longer allowed to leave the house for his fear some one from Church would see us together.

To answer this, I will copy my MySpace intro and paste it here:

Dear friends, casual acquaintances, total strangers, and people who will deny they know me:

My name is Wendy C. Allen.

I am a writer.

I write fiction.

What is my genre? I really don't know. I do not stick to just one. It depends on my mood I suppose.

Some of my work reads like horror. A lot of it in fact actually looks like horror, feels like horror, and bleeds like horror. Haunted houses. A serial killer. Cannibals. Freaks. Vampires. An insane asylum. Yep, on the surface it looks an awful lot like horror. Gothic maybe?

But than there is the heart of the story. The romance. The lovers. The affairs. The heartaches. It may look like horror but it leans heavy toward romance as well.

Of course lets not forget the star ships. The aliens. The laser weapons. The portal through solid matter. The intergalactic space wars. The planet made of ice. Another planet made of fire. The mad scientist bent on eternal life. The theme seems to just scream science fiction and space opera.

But wait, I'm overlooking the faeries, namely the Phookas and Sirens, those mischievous creatures from Fae. And the evil sorcerer bent on global intergalactic domination. The ice dragon. The talking cats. A pink frog and his blue zebra. The mushroom forest. Eight foot tall humanoid birds. And blue skinned creatures with formidable "magic" powers. It's starting to sound like fantasy now.

What is my genre? I have no idea and quite frankly, I really don't care. I write the Twighlight Manor series and it is a genre unto itself, I just follow its story to wherever it may lead. Why should I pigeonhole it into a one size fits all genre?

No.

I'm not.

Please stop saying that.

I am the Mormon who wrote the Twighlight Manor books.

For one thing there are no gold sparkling vampires or were-wolves in the Twighlight Manor series. White skinned blood thirsty cannibals, shimmering silver skinned mermen, and dark shape shifting Phookas yes, but vampires and were-wolves, no. And the main character's last name in my books are Swanzen, her's is Swan. Again, yes, I can see that she definatly had access to a copy of my books, and I don't doubt it was her inspiration for writing her books.

Sex and murder run rampant on every page. The TM series is M-rated (that's several steps beyond both X and NR17 if you don't know the rating systems) SplatterPunk Gorn. You would NEVER call it a YA series.

Big difference.

The woman who wrote Twilight wasn't even born yet when I wrote Twighlight Manor. The fact that we are both Mormons and her book mirrors mine in both title and subject, right down to a character who seems a bit glittery, simply indicates that her parents were among the people involved in the boycott and burning of my books, and quite possibly has a copy that survived the book burnings. But as I've said before, the similarities between our books are slim at best, and other than the texture of Etiole Swanzen's skin and the name of his dad's house, there really is very little to connect the two books other that that we are both Mormons.

In 1978 I wrote and illustrated a 16 page easy reader children's picture book titled "Friends Are Forever". It was my first book. It was about a dog and a talking cat who became friends. It was simple and totally plotless and at that point very publishable. It could offend no one in it's first form.

In 1983 I created The Twighlight Manor and rewrote that first story. The cat named Miss Citten the EelKat still remained, but now she was not seeking friends, now she was a cat from outer space sent to observe humans and send back reports of their lives to her home planet Diona. She wrote of a man named Lincoln who owned a haunted house called The Twighlight Manor. Slightly longer than the original this short story comic book ended at 36 illustrated pages.

In 1987 "Friends Are Forever" was rewritten again, adding more of the history of Sir Roderic Lincolndona Swanzen, his bizarre family that originated on a burning planet many galaxies from Earth, and the house they built in Old Orchard Beach, Maine: The Twighlight Manor. It was still a short story, now with less pictures and more words, it still was only about 16 pages long and it was still not offensive.

In 1991, my real life was turned upside down when I was the lone survivor of a mass murder that left my 5 best friends chopped up in a bloodbath all over my back yard. The next year or so was over run by police and reporters and lawyers and court dates, ending with the execution of the murderer, whom had been caught the same day as the murders. I stopped talking after the last court date. I became depressed and suicidal. In order to keep my own sanity, I started writing more than ever before. But something had changed.

With the deaths of my friends, the arrival of a new character came to my stories: a serial killer, one who killed people in a manner not too unlike the way I had watched my 5 friends die. To witness a death changes a person, to witness the murder of a loved one changes you more, but to witness 5 loved ones gutted, beheaded, and disembolbed left me emotional scarred for years and did not do nice things for my mind and I soon found difficult writing anything else. My stories soon became a far cry from the children's stories they had started out as.

By 1993 the house that was the setting for all of my stories, had taking on a life of it's own, it's walls soaked with the blood of hundreds of souls, it absorbed hatred and anger and came to life as a flesh eating character of it's own in the fourth and most famous edition of "Friends Are Forever: Volume I of The Twighlight Manor Series". "Friends Are Forever" now had a new face and a new meaning - it was dedicated to my 5 friends in their memory, that the horror of the way they suffered and died, may never be lost or forgotten to the world. The 1993 edition of "Friends Are Forever: Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series" was about to do more than change my life - it was going to change laws in the Mormon Church as well.

You see, I am a Mormon, and I wrote these books in church each Sunday. In between each of these revisions several 15 to 45 page short stories were written, each about the lives of each of the 75 other characters whom had inhabited The Twighlight Manor over a period of some 400 years. Each story seemed to be more graphic than the last one. Filled with graphic scenes of sex, rape, cannibalism, sadistic torture, and murder my set of short stories became known in the local congregations of the Mormon Church, as the M-Rated, boycotted, much hated and reviled "Twighlight Manor Series".

"Friends Are Forever" was the straw that broke the camel's back when a local Bishop got a hold of a copy and contacted the higher authorities of Salt Lake City, demanding my excommunication and calling me "The Great Apostate", citing this tiny short story as "proof". Banned by the Mormon Church in 1993, my only previously read by locals, set of short stories, suddenly became very famous, at least throughout the Mormon community. I soon started receiving a slew of hate letters demanding I cease and desist the writing of this "vile, immoral, detestable" series. The Twighlight Manor Boycott reared it's ugly head and I found myself shunned and disfellowshipped with the threat to stop writing or be excommunicated over my head.

Convinced that I was what he called "a demon possessed schizophrenic" the Bishop who started the boycott, called the state mental health institute one Sunday. I don't know what he told them, maybe he read them scenes from "Friends Are Forever" saying they were actual events I was doing in Church, but what ever he said, a team of doctors arrived at the Church in less than an hour, ready to drag me away in a straight jacket. I don't know what they expected to find, but I do know that the last thing they expected was to see a 16 year old child sitting quietly in Sunday School class, writing in a note book. Where was the dangerous criminal they were suppossed to take away? Alone in his office, with just me, the Bishop, and the administrative officer of the assylum, the Bishop railed on his tale of how demons had taken over my mind and were telling me to write these vile stories. The doctor asked me what I wrote and why. I told him about the murder of my friends 2 years prior and that it was the scenes of their deaths that I wrote and rewrote again and again. The doctor told the Bishop there was nothing wrong with me that finding new friends would not cure, he than told the Bishop that he needed to see a psychitrist about his belief in demons, and the men left the church angry that the Bishop had wasted their time.

(And yes that was the same Bishop mentioned earlier the one who ignored the rapist priest and went around excommunicating all non-Causaian members and was later removed from his church leadership by higher church authorities who had begun to question his sanity.)

This event was not the last of this Bishop's vendetta again "Friends Are Forever". Fans of the Twighlight Manor Boycott, all Mormons, gathered up nearly every copy of the 1993 edition of "Friends Are Forever" and burned it in a bonfire on my front lawn, making it one of the world's rarest and most obscure books ever to be written. Only one single copy of this book, the 1993 edition of Friends Are Forever, is known to survive today.

While I've written more than 30 stories for The Twighlight Manor Series, the gruesome story "Friends Are Forever", remains the pulsating life blood from which all of the rest of the series builds upon. Most of the series are modern tales set in the house during the 20th century. Friends Are Forever, was not, it was set in the 1660's, it is the prequel to the rest of the series. The history of the house, it's curse, and the madman behind the terror of the Twighlight Manor. Set in the 1660's when the house was still the new honeymoon of of a pair of secret lovers, Friends Are Forever is the background story of how the Manor went from the home of hopes and dreams to the house of blood and sin. And yet, due to religious hysteria, this book remained banned, burned, and obscured from the public eye, while the rest of the books in the series, lived on.

As many of my fans know, the hate crimes started by that Bishop so many years ago, did not stop, and still go on to this day, in 2006 the hate crime escalated to the arson that left me homeless, (see http://www.squidoo.com/OnBeingHomeless2 ), while in 2010 the worst of the boycotters of my books, the woman known as "my stalker" stole my car and cut it in half (see http://www.squidoo.com/StolenCar for more info). What started as book burnings in 1993 has in essence destroyed my life, cost me my family, my friends, my pets, my car, and my home.

The Twighlight Manor Series, is now long out of print, and largely forgotten to every one outside of the Mormon Church. Today there are many who look at these hate crimes and ask: Why? What did you do to make them hate you so? What did you write that was so terrible as to offend these people into such hatred? The answer: In 1993 I wrote a book called "Friends Are Forever", a book that was read by a Mormon Bishop and several local members of the Mormon Church. A book that sent shock waves through the congregation and sent members to demand my excommunication. A book that they gathered up and burned. A book that few outside the Mormon Church have ever seen. A book that today, no longer exists, except for the few surviving, but badly burned pages locked in a safe. A book that people starting asking: Can you rewrite it?

While I continued writing other books for the series, the controversy and violent hate crimes at the hands of local Mormons, behind "Friends Are Forever" kept me from rewriting it.

Requests for the republication of this book, have been among my fans most asked question: When we we see this book in print again? Along with the other question: Can you write as a novel length edition of it next time?

To date there is only one actual novel in the Twighlight Manor series, and that is the unpublished "Love-Lust-Madness" which remains unpublished, do to the extreme nature of the violent child rape scenes in the book, (children aged 4 to 8, raped by their grandfather - this is the story of Etiole's childhood, and the often alluded to sexual abuse he and his brother Razz received at the hands of their grandfather Melaca and his twin brother Vielder)...this is also a very late story in the series, a flashback story told by a very elderly Razz and if published will be one of, if not the last, story in the series because it also includes the rather disturbing and violent death of the series's main character Etiole Swanzen.

Other than Love-Love-Madness, the rest of the series has been written in short story format, with each story from 16 to 75 pages long, most averaging at 30 pages. They are published in magazines, newsletters, leaflets, fanzines, and chapbooks, and the series has yet to be released in actual book format.

In 1996, three years after the book burners left my books, original manuscripts, and artwork in ash, I wrote the outline for a much expand, revised, and bloodier than ever, full novel length edition of "Friend Are Forever", but due to the hate crimes and vandalism and the murder of several of my pets, which followed the announcement of this book's rebirth, I put the outliine aside to work on other less controversial projects. Over the years vandals 3 times desimated my home, with the worst attack being the fire of 2006. It was thought that the outline for the novel length edition of "Friends Are Forever" was lost in the blaze.

On October 24, 2010, fou years after that fire, while going through my files, I came across that long lost 103 page outline, and now for NaNoWriMo 2010, plans are underway to bring to life once again, the infamous story of a 70 year old man obsessed with lust for a 14 year old girl, the psychotic doctor with a lust for blood, and the serial killing twin brothers who built a 500 room house that demands blood in it's mortar. By December 2010 "Friends Are Forever: A History of The Twighlight Manor" shall live again, and the scene that got it banned: The Red Dragon Murders, with it's beheaded, tortured, raped, disembowled bodies, will no longer be a single page, but span over the space on many chapters.

How far will I go with The Red Dragon Murders? The whole scene will play out from beginning to end. The kidnapping. The torture. The rape. The sodomy. The torture. The dissections. The murder. The necrophilia. The bloody reconstruction of the bodies as sculptures put on public display. With the point of view from the man driven to madness while being forced to watch his beloved wife and children slaughtered. What was previously a single page description of the discovered aftermath, is now going to be a large part of the plot.

I am not known for writing happy stories or happy endings and Friends Are Forever is no exception. The beginning and ending are the same. The first page starts at a funeral, an elderly man burying his beloved (and teen-aged) wife. While only a minor character in the rest of the series, Roderic is the main character in Friends Are Forever. It moves into a flashback, and the book tells the story of how they meet (not a happy tale in itself), their scandalous and often violent relationship, their secret marriage, the sudden deaths of their infants, and than her brutal murder at the hands of a serial killer, than back to where it started...at the funeral. The End. (Well, there's more to it than that, but you get the idea.)

It is the prequel to the rest of the series, which evolves around Sir Roderic Swanzen - a psychotic madman and Lord of the Twighlight Manor and possessor of the cursed Blood Star Ruby - a man obsessed with his long dead wife and the search for a way to restore her life at any cost. Throughout the series he is a cannibal working with a mad scientist/alchemist Voodoo Hougan (complete with nazambies aka zombies) , and slaughtering any one that resembles his wife, to try to merge her soul with the body of the recently dead. Friends Are Forever, is the prequel which tells the story of how he got like he is in the rest of the series.

So, the whole thing, start, middle, and end is one big sad heart break event after another until her murder sends him over the edge and drives him totally out of his mind, resulting in the crazed man we see in the rest of the series. I'd say that equals a pretty sad, dreary, and morbid ending.

In spite of it's violence and gore, at its core, Friends Are Forever is a story about what happens when love turns into obsession, and the desire to posses something (or someone) no matter who you have to destroy in the process. And for any one who ever read the 1993 edition and wondered at the disfigured faceless hook handed Roderic and his obsessive brooding in the dark deeps of a 4 story basement below a four story house - or the red cloaked skull masked serial killer behind The Red Dragon Murders - yes, Roderic and his house and the Red Death Stalking abroad all came straight out of my favorite movie: Robert Englund's Phantom of the Opera, based on my favorite book by the same title, mixed with a very distinctive Freddy Kruger twist. Did I ever mention how insanly obsessed with Robert Englund I am? There is a reason I often say if the Twighlight Manor story ever became a movie the only thing I would require is that Robert Englund play Roderic - it's because if you really, really, pay close attention to the story and to Roderic, and notice the dates that each revision of the book was written, you'll see that Roderic is Robert and each revision of the book follows the release of a new Robert Englund movie.

You mean this site? http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat

Yeah, I've seen it. I've lost $200 - $400 per month income from my online business because of that site. The members of the Saco Ward are very diligent at sending the link out to all of my friends, family, neighbors, clients, and customers. It was written by the woman I call "my stalker", the same woman who was behind a large majority of the hate crimes. The woman who stole my car and cut it in half, while raving that it had a demon living in it and had to be killed. Yeah, she's not exactly sane.

To every one who keeps asking why I don't want to attend the Saco Ward of the LDS/Mormon Church. The woman who wrote this and than emailed it to more than 7,000 of my online friends, is a member of the Saco Ward. I found out about this website, when several of my friends, sent me copies of the messages she was sending to them. This is what I am talking about when I say I have a stalker who is harassing me and spread nasty rumors and lies about me. There is not one thing on here that she accuses me of doing, that I ever did, most of it, I'm hearing about for the first time while reading it. This is the type of stuff members of the Saco Ward say about me too my face when I'm in the building as well, and you expect me to want to attend that ward? This is the type of stuff I have to deal with every time I set foot in that ward...from their own mouths:

http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat

This is the type of stuff the Bishop of the Saco Ward allows his members to put out, and I'm supposed to want to spend 3 hours a week with people who say stuff like this about me?

This is why in 2001 I requested my records to be sent to the Sanfard Ward and why I started going there instead. The Bishop in his infinate wisdom decided in 2003 it was better to send my records back to the Saco Ward and tell me I was no longer allowed to attend the Sanfard Ward, because I didn't have any proof that there was a "real problem" in the Saco Ward. As if the black and blue marks up and down my arms every Sunday I attend the Saco Ward were not proof enough, or my house being burnt to the ground, or my pets slaughters, or my car cut in half, all done by members of the Saco Ward, all quoteing the same things they say on this website as their justification as to why it's alright for them to beat me up, kill my pets, set fire to my house, and cut my car in half.

For the last 7 years I have not been allowed to attend church AT ALL, because Church Bureacrates start waving around church manules that say the church is divided into regions and each person has to attend the specific region the Church assigns them to, say I have to attend the Saco Ward or else, to hell with my personal safty, because Salt Lake leaders say I'm supposed to be in Saco. I've tried going to Sanfard and Cape Elezabeth, but if I go to any Ward more than 3 weeks in a row I get told not to come back because QUOTE: "This is not your Ward, you don't belong here. You belong in Saco." UNQUOTE. If I try to go back they don't let me in the building, saying that I'm "only a visitor" and can't attend their Ward without "special permission" from the Bishop of the Saco Ward!

I'M TIRED OF NOT BEING ALLOWED TO GO TO CHURCH!

And I'm tired of Bishops who do nothing but sit on their asses and do nothing to stop this, or worse, refuse to allow me to get married, get a temple recommend, and than threaten to excommunicate me because they believe these sick filthy lies which my stalker spreads about me. It's not fair. That woman has a medical record 50 years long...she has schizophrenia...CHECK HER MEDICAL RECORDS! I'm not the only person she is going around spreading lies like this about. She keeps saying I have mental health problems, doctors disagrees, Heck, check my medical records if you want, I have nothing to hide...I have Austism - look it up, it's a cognative disorder, it effects my ability to speak verbally, it effects my physically body causing me to be sensative to sunlight, pollen, and most foods, I can not go out in the sunlight my skin and eyes burn faster than normal, I have to wear, long sleeves, gloves, a full body hooded cape and dark glasses year round outside because of it, I am nearly blind and see every thing "wrapped in color" or rainbows because of it - it's a physical disorder NOT a mental disorder - get the facts and stop accusing me because you'd rather listen to this nutcase.

I happen to be a UFOlogist and a folklorist. I make a career out of studying paranormal phenomena: UFOs, aliens, faeries, religion, God, angels, ect. In other words, I am a scientist. Because of MY JOB this woman says "oh, she's crazy, she believs in demons". And any one who knows me personally, knows I DO NOT believe in demons nor do I believe believe UFOs and aliens are real or extraterrestrial, in fact, had you actually read my book "For Fear of Little Men" instead of reading her widely distributed madcap review of it, you'd know that too. Keeping in mind here, that this same woman also says that every one who goes to college has mental health problems, because QUOTE: "The government runs the schools and government is run by Satan" UNQUOTE. She also says that all mothers who send their children to public school, have mental health problem and/or are demon possessed.

It is because I am farther expanding my career by going to college, studying to become a psychiatrist, specifically a psychiatrist who helps people who live in the delusion that they have been abducted by aliens, she goes around telling people, I'm insane because #1) I'm going to school, #2) I'm studying mental health, and #3) I plan to work with "alien abducttes"---these things, accourding to her, means I am evil and following Satan. I am trying to help people, but because of the fact that the people I am trying to help call themselves "alien abducttes" she says, I have mental health problems, am demon possesed, or am a witch, depending on who she is talking to at the time she is saying it.

Because of the lies this woman keeps saying, I am constantly having to deal with psychologists and psychiatrists investigating me, at one point she went to court over it and I was evaluated by court appointed psychiatrists and psychologists. This is a none ending obsession with her...again, check my medical records....again and again and again, I have been diagnosed, as having zero mental health problems...and this woman has now been told by a court judge to leave me alone and stop taking me to court on FALSE CLAIMS, the judge told her she was abusing the court system and next time she brought me to court to try to have me put in a mental institute, they would put her in jail and than put her in an institute. She has been dragging me to court EACH AND EVERY YEAR since 1991. She runs in cycles...every April on through May and again, every September on through November, every single year since 1978, she has had one of these baby faced fits. EVERY SINGLE YEAR, at the EXACT SAME TIME every year. I can always tell when April, May, September, and October are here, because April, May, September, and October she shows up in my yard, in my church, in my house, on my phone (why I no longer have a phone) and starts smashing things, setting fire to things, and screaming hysterically about demons, Satan, and government conspiracies, claiming that I am the cause of all of them. You know what, check her jail records, she has a hard time staying out of there.

This website that she made, http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat this is what she sent to all of my Zazzle and Etsy customers as well. You want to see my pay stubs? I have not gotten paid since February 2010, because I have not had a sale since February 2010, because in January 2010, is when she hacked into the Zazzle site and contacted all of my customers, and sent them this website and told them to pass it one, I know this because a couple of them told me about it.

This website that she made, http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat is what she took to several bishops of several LDS/Mormon Wards, that was her "proof" that I should be excommunicated. I know this because, one of the Bishops told me about this website.

This website, http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat was what caused the Saco Ward's current Relief Society President, along with more than half the women currently in attendance at the Saco Ward, to send me more than 2,000 hate emails, hate messages on FaceBook , and nasty hate comments on my FaceBook wall, throughout 2008, 2009, and on into 2010.

In May 2008, several women and a couple of men whom I did not know started posting rants of vile hatred, accusations of witchcraft and curses, and just went on and on and on, day after day, week after week. I clicked on their profiles to see who these people were and found them to all be on the friends lists of several of my relatives. These daily hate comments continued to appear on my FB Wall for the rest of the year on into November of 2008, when I joined the annual NaNoWriMo contest and wrote "For Fear of Little Men" instead of my usual novel. "For Fear of Little Men" was my answer to all of those nasty comments, which I saved and used to create the questions of the question and answer format of the book, which, by the way, is my autobiography, and I would never have written it, if I had not felt the need to do something to try to stop the women of the Saco Ward Relief Society, from railing hysterics on my FBWall every day.

Prior to May 2008, no one online knew my real name, or where I lived, and none of them knew about Etiole, or that I was a Mormon or anything else about my personal life, because since 1997 I had been successful at keeping my personal life seperate from my online existance. Thanks to this woman, her website, and the women of the Saco Ward who spent weeks blasting my FB Wall, now every one in the world knows, not only my real name, but my home address, where I work, where I shop, and every detail you could think of about my private life, because they thought nothing of broadcasting it live on my FB Wall, not realizig that I also happen to be a very, very, very, very famous person, with a lot of followers spread across more than 300 social network sites.

The man in particular stood out because he was saying things that were not common knowledge about me prior to that date, for example, he knew I was a fan of Liberace, something I had never mentioned online before his accusations. He knew I wore a blue velvet cape, again, some thing not known to the online world, only some one who had seen me in person would have known I wore it. He railed on and on and on about the evils of my having a friend who was gay, my being a fan of gay musicians, and my idolizing said gay musician (Liberace) to the point of dressing like him. Yes, I do idolize Liberace, yes, I do dress exactly like, but again, no body online would have known this. Than he said something very puzzling, he started talking about my 3 brothers and saying that he personally was going to take out a restraining order on me for them. ??? I went to his profile and saw that he lived right next door to the feed store where I buy grain and catfood and I realize, yes, it was quite possable this guy had seen me seeing how I go by his house several times a week, but I still had no idea who he was, so I asked my brothers, and they said. QUOTE: "Yeah, we know him, that's the new Bishop. He just moved here from Utah."UNQUOTE. Interesting. He just moved here, has no idea who I am, and suddenly he's got some sort of vendeta against me. To date I still have no idea what set him off or why he filled my FB Wall with so much bitterness and hatred that day, but I meet him in person a year later, and all I can say is, he much nicer on Fb than he is in person, if that's actually possble. My meeting of him consisted of him spending 20 minutes yelling at me accussing me of being a witch and casting curses and death spells on members of the Saco Ward, and even went so far as to claim he had talked to my husband who he said had told him he was married to another woman. Funny thing is, neigther Ben nor any one else in the Sanfard Ward can remember ever talking to this Bishop. He railed on some more about my cloths and how it was evil to resemble gay people, and than told I was "The Great apostate" and would have to be excommunicated.

And all those women, I asked my brothers about them too, they stated listing off the classes these women taught - Primary teachers, Young Women's teachers, their mother's visiting teachers, every single one of the women involved in those hate filled comments on my FB Wall, were "members in good standing" of the Saco Ward, regular temple goers. NIIIIIIIIIIIIICE. Oh the lies people tell to get into the temple. They spue hate across my FB Wall one day, than rush to do their temple work the next. Good one.

When the excommunication of me went public however, strange things began happening all over the world, when lots of people suddenly found they had the phone number of the Saco Ward, posted online. In the late fall of 2009, after an onslaught of phone calls from Florida, Germany, New Zealand, and just about every other contry in the world, to the Saco Ward Church Building, church leaders decided they better do a little bit of Googling about me, and than they sheepishly asked me: QUOTE: "I Googled you, are you like, famous or something? I thought you was a nobody" UNQUOTE Yeah...or something all right, I'm damn near the most famous animal rights activist in the world - once upon a time I was a little 12 year old girl who took on Proctor and Gamble head to head and never looked back. I'm the reason you know have the words "not tested on animals" printed on the lables of practically everything you buy. Yeah, you might say I'm just a little bit famous. Most of the nasty messages stopped immideatly after members of the Saco Ward realized they were bashing a celebrity of international proportions. They didn't realize just the heck how many MILLIONS of people were reading their comments to me. But they in their own words, thought it was alright to treat me like that prior to their Googling me, because QUOTE: "I thought you was a nobody." UNQUOTE. What gives them the right to treat ANYBODY they way they treated me.

The messages only stopped completely 3 weeks ago, because I went to the Saco Ward building, and gave the RSPres hell in Church in front of every body in the Ward and she's now too damn embarrassed to show her face on FaceBook any more. Apparently, she was so caught up in her endless emails full of hate, that she never stopped to think there was a real person on the other side of the computer screen. The ring leader of the hate emails is the woman, who right now, right this very second, is the RSPres of the Saco Ward, and that's why I don't attend RSClasses in Saco. She's the hypacrite who constaintly preaches in Sacrament meetings of how saintly she is claiming she QUOTE" Visits the unactive sisters and helps the shut in sister"---"trying to help them come back to church"UNQUOTE The woman who was the second worst of the FaceBook hate commenters (after the woman who created this website) had the gaul to get up in front of the congregation and lie like that. She actually calls those emails to me helping inactive sisters? She spent 3 years railing on across my FB Wall, quoteing accusations off this website site at me, and only stopped 3 weeks ago when I scared the hell out of her by showing up in church, and she got to actually meet me for the first time. That's the type of jackass they got teaching lessons to the women of the Saco Ward. She puts on a good show of boo-hoo, pity me saint hood in church, maybe they ought to read FaceBook and see what she's really like.

But than again, she's a new member, I've been inactive at the Saco Ward, on police orders, for 9 years, I've been going to other wards instead, so she doesn't know me, all she knows about me, is the lies she read about me here: http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat She, the RSPres, never took the time to visit the "inactive sister", to try to find out if any of the lies on that website were true or not, no, she just jumped on the band wagon of hate and became it's most outspoken ring leader driving others on telling them to send nasty hate across my FaceBook Wall with her and the creator of this web site.

It is because of this woman and her website, that members of the Saco Ward walk up to me and call me a whore.

It is because of this woman and her website, that members of the Saco Ward walk up to me and call me a witch.

It is because of this woman and her website, that members of the Saco Ward walk up to me and call me demon possessed.

It is because of this woman and her website, that a former Bishop of the Saco Ward walked up to me and say: QUOTE: "Trash like you doesn't belong in church" UNQUOTE.

It is because of this woman and her website, that members of the Saco Ward walk up to me and call me a murderer, me EelKat, The Voice of the Voiceless, the founder of the Proctor and Gamble Boycott, the one who rescues animals that are abused and neglected - more than 200 of the animals I rescued, including the Old English Sheepdog mentioned on this site, I rescued from her, check the police records, check the police video tapes - I wasn't alone when I took those animals out of there, the Human Society was with me along with 4 police officers and a lot of video camera, because the abuse of the dogs, cats, and birds was so bad, there were dead animals laying on the floors... this woman almost went to jail for her alarming animal hoarding and severe abuse of animals. She had more than 200 animals in a shed less than 9 feet by 9 feet, including the dog which died days after we got it away from her, because it was too far gone to save. I'm am known throughout Maine as Maine's most outspoken animal rights activist and I have rescued over 5,000 animals in the last 14 years. I own The Pidgie Fund, I rescue and try to save animals that vets gave up on because their abuse and neglect was beyond extreme. Animals that vets say, putting them to sleep is their only option, are the animals that get brought to me. There is NO ONE ELSE in the WORLD who takes in animals that are so extremely near death. I am the only one, on this entire planet, who runs an operation like this. I see death nearly every single day, as a result. I am the absolute last hope for these animals, that's what I do, and yes, most of them die with in days on getting here, which is why I also am a funeral director,run a funeral home and cemetery for animals, the reason I had to become an ordained minister, not to start a church like so many of my Mormon accusers keep saying, but so that I could perform funeral services for animals. Maine law requires you to be an ordained minister in order to perform a funeral, I tried to get ordained through the Mormon Church, but they wouldn't let me, because I'm a female, that's why I had to go to a different Church to get my ordination: so I could become a funeral director.

I had the dog, for exactly one week, the week I took both the dog and the woman who owned it, to vets all across the state, trying to find a vet that the woman did not believe to be demon possessed. I tried for 8 months to get this woman to take her dog to a vet, I finally took the woman and her dog and took it to a vet myself. The first vet said she had among others things, cancer, and would be dead in week, if she didn't have an $800 surgey that day. I didn't have $800 and I wasn't able to raise the funds, the woman gave the vet hell, saying that she was all in Satan's conspiracy and said she was not going to pay to have her dog healed, because God was going to heal the dog instead. She railed on about how vets had demon controling them and telling them to charge high prices and than kill the animals instead of helping them. She refused to allow the vet near her dog, so, I took her and her dog, to a different vet...same thing, mare demon accusations, more rants about Satan controling the government, more rants about how Satan's goal was to kill her dog. So I took her to yet another vet.

Three more vets would look at this dog and say the same thing: cancer, neglect, starvation, and physical abuse. When the dog died, 2 months after the week of vet visits, the woman brought the dead dog to my yard, put it in her car, parked her car in front of my Goldeneagle, said the demon which she claimed lived in my car (the Goldeneagle) was going to bring her dog back to life. And than left. After 8 months of vultures perched on her car and police going to her house telling her to get both the car and the dead dog out of my yard, she finally, took the jellied remaines of her dog's skelaton and buried them in front of my car, while screaming that I had sent a demon from my car to kill her dog. Two years later, on May 5th, 2010 she arrived back in my yard, and cut my car in half, claiming she had to kill it (the car) in order to kill the demon living in it, because it (the demon) had killed her dog, so she claimed.

That is the woman who built this site http://www.squidoo.com/RealEelkat

And what is she talking about, with the whole remarrying thing? I didn't even know she was married. I mean it's hard to tell with all the men, which one would be her husband. I assume it's the guy she lives with. But married? Well that's news to me. So when exactly did this happen? And more to the point, why exactly is it that I'm supposed to care? phttt

I'm not a busy body like her, I don't run around with the need to know every move every one around me makes. I happen to have something called a life, and I like to you know actually live it. I also have something called a job, you know, one of those things my relatives know anything about because none of them have ever had one. So, try to listen carefully, while I explain the concept of a job, I'll use small words so you don't get too confused. It means you have to be at a certain place at a certain time, to do something called work, so that you can make money....you know that stuff the government pays you every month because you are too lazy to get a job for yourself, the government doesn't hand me my paycheck for free, I actually work for my money. It takes up a lot of my time. Plus, I'm going to school too, and I know you know what school is, that place you say is so evil and won't let your kids near, yeah, I have too go there to get my medical degree. And than, I have a husband and 10 cats to take care of. So, I'm sorry I didn't know you got married and all, I mean, it's not like you ever told me about it and in spite of your little conspiracy theroies about me, I can't read minds, and we don't have the same friends, so none of your friends would have told me, and thanks to all you lovely lies and rumors not one of my 260+ relatives or 375+ former Saco Ward church friends, will speak to me any more, so it's not like any of them would have told me about it either.

But again, I have to ask, even if I had known you got remarried, why would I care? I mean, it's not like we are friends or anything, and I haven't spoken to you in, I don't know, what 25 - 30 years? It's been close to 40 years since you've done anything OTHER than spill out lots of hate to me. Wow. So, I hate her because she got married. Lovly. Of course it would have been nice, if she had ever checked to find out wither or not I knew she was married, before she said that, don't ya think?

Mothers Day... actually I have no idea when that is, I don't celebrate holidays. I dress up on Halloween and hand out candy, and I plant a pine tree on Christmas Eve, that's the extent of my holiday celebrateing. I don't know when any of the other holidays are, I don't care either.

And pictures. People who know me, know I don't own any photos - can't touch them, film dissolves, photos erase themselves. Same reason I can't wear watches, use calculators, have a clock on my wall, use any thing that runs on batteries, and why I have to buy a new digital camera every 3 months. They just fizzle when I touch them. Apparently I came into contact with radiation at some point, but I don't know when or how. It's an unexplained problem, one that baffles doctors and was actually the thing that lead to me studying UFOs seeing how several people kept saying it was a side effect of having been near one.

But wow - the woman who broke into my house and set fire to my books, my Twighlight Manor manuscripts, my paintings, my comic books, - broke into her own mother's house 20 years ago and cut her mom's face out of all the photos in her photo albums, broke into my dad's house and cut his face out of all of his photo albums than set fire to all photos of his mother ... I'm not surprised that she is saying I cut up her photos, seeing how, it's what she does and well, she does have a trend in accusing people of doing the things he herself does. You know what the funny thing about that is - I know what photos she's talking about and I do in fact know where they are...when she put her dead dog in her car in my yard, she also put all of her hundreds of photos of her 3 sons in the car, and she buried them with the dog 8 months later when she burried the dog. She was screaming that the dog was her life and asking God to bring the dog back to life and take her sons instead. It was some sort of witchcraft spell casting thing she was doing, trying to get God to take the lives of her sons by burying their photos. Pretty sick actually, and that's why I started asking people to get my brothers out of that house, because, like I have said hundreds of times, they ARE NOT safe with her. I mean, how long is it going to be before she's actually burying them instead of just photos of them? The photos she claims I destroyed are buried in my yard with her dog, right where she left them.

And as for her accusations about Ben. We have been together 23 years, nearly as long as the 30 year age difference between us. We are not yet "legally" married because, he is an ultra extremeist high priest leader in the Mormon Church and does not consider any form of marriage outside of the temple "legal". And every time (16 times now) I have tried to go to the temple, this woman runs to the bishop (16 bishops now) with all the same false accusations she wrote on her website, and I am thus denied a temple recommend based soley on her lies and false testimony, and to date, in for 23 years, every single bishop has refused to marrie us, because they listen to this woman and her lies, about me, and about Ben...and if you want to start listing off people she does this too, it's a pretty big list. She has never worked a day in her life and makes a full time career out of being a busy body who spreads hate filled rumors and lies, about pretty much every single one of her over 260 other relatives as well. She just happens to live next door to me, so because I'm the closet to her geographically, she focuses more time on me than she does on the rest of the people she accuses.

I've been a member of this church for 35 years. For the last 7 years I have not been allowed to attend church AT ALL, because Church Bureacrates start waving around church manules that say the church is divided into regions and each person has to attend the specific region the Church assigns them to, say I have to attend the Saco Ward or else, to hell with my personal safty, because Salt Lake leaders say I'm supposed to be in Saco. I've tried going to Sanfard and Cape Elezabeth, but if I go to any Ward more than 3 weeks in a row I get told not to come back because QUOTE: "This is not your Ward, you don't belong here. You belong in Saco." UNQUOTE. If I try to go back they don't let me in the building, saying that I'm "only a visitor" and can't attend their Ward without "special permission" from the Bishop of the Saco Ward!

I'M TIRED OF NOT BEING ALLOWED TO GO TO CHURCH!

And I'm tired of Bishops who do nothing but sit on their asses and do nothing to stop this, or worse, refuse to allow me to get married, get a temple recommend, and than threaten to excommunicate me because they believe these sick filthy lies which my stalker spreads about me. It's not right. It's not fair. And I looked it up: it's against official church policy!

I keep asking the same thing, over and over and over again: LEAVE ME ALONE!

Basically, yes.

Actually, the Mormon Church allows for this. In the "Family Guidebook" current edition published in 1992, you will find on page 13 the chapter titled: Holding Family Worship Services". Which starts out with:

"Some families in isolated ares cannot regularly attend ward or branch meetings. In such cases, priesthood leaders may give permission for a family to hold Sunday worship services in their home."

The chapter than details point by point how to perform LDS Sunday Services in your own home.

What would have to happen for me to attend Church again? For starters, the harassment would have to stop. Stop killing my pets, stop cutting my cars in half, stop shooting at me, stop calling me a whore, just stop all of it. Just leave me alone and stop bothering me. Let me live my life with out having to deal with the petty drama of a couple of cry baby drama queen members, every second of every day.

What would have to happen for me to attend Church again? I'm not a whore. I don't like being called a whore. I don't like them treating the man I've been with for 23 years, like shit, any more than I like them treating me like shit. I have been with him since I was 12 years old. He is the one and only man, I have EVER been with. I have never been unfaithful to him, I wouldn't, I love him, I would never do anything to hurt him. We tried to get married....again, and again, and again, and again...SIXTEEN TIMES we tried to get married and every time, he gets called a pedophile by Church Leaders and members who stand up and refuse to allow us to get married, the same church leaders and member who call me a whore because we are not married!

What would have to happen for me to attend Church again? Every time I try to enter the church building without my High Priest with me, I get called a whore and told I don't belong in church. When I try to go to church with him, I get physically dragged back out of the building and told I can't be seen with him. To farther complicate things they sent his membership records to one ward and mine to another ward and than rain down hell on us if either of us tries to attend any ward OTHER than where the Church sent our records too.

What would have to happen for me to attend Church again? Put an end to the separation of my family! Let me and my husband get married legally, and let us attend the SAME ward TOGETHER. That is what has to happen. Until that happens, you won't see me in the Mormon Church again, because I am not a whore and it's my trying to go to church that always results in me being called a whore.

That man is my entire life. We've been together 23 years, he's 30 years older than me...do the math. Figure out how old he is now, how much longer do you think he will be alive? He is all that matters to me. There is NOTHING else in this universe, that is more important to me, than this man. Him dying before the church leaders decide it let us be sealed in the temple is the ONLY thing, that will turn me against the Church.

What would have to happen for me to attend Church again? Church leaders need to get off their high and mighty asses and stop refusing to allow me and Ben to be sealed in the temple. Do the math. There is not much time left to make things right. If he dies, before we are allowed to be sealed in the temple...you will not only never see me in Church again, but I will become the Mormon Church's worst nightmare. I will do to them EXACTLY what I did to Proctor and Gamble, and I won't stop until I bring the Church down to it's knees, than smash it start into the pit of hell where it belongs, because that would prove to me that the Church's foundation is breaking up a family. And no body who breaks up families is a part of the Body of Christ . The members of that Church, with the Church's blessing, took my family, my baby, my pets, my home, my car, everything I owned...everything is gone now...because these bitter hate filled people put it upon themselves to stop at nothing to break up my relationship with my High Priest. He is all I have left, and when he is gone, all I will have is the Church that brought us together and tore us apart. And our being sealed for eternity or not, is going to be the determine factor of wither I remain the devoted Mormon, or the Mormon Church's worst enemy.

This man is the only thing I care about, truly, deeply care about with every fiber of my soul. When he is gone, the Mormon Church will either be a memory of our time together, or a memory the time we were not allowed to share. As it stands now, I will never have children with him, the Church waited long and I am now too old. His death will be what makes the Church the most important thing in my life - but how the Church treats us now, will determine whither I spend my widow-ship in service to the Church, or working to bring it down.

But until than, I have had to become an ordained priest myself, I have no one willing to allow me to attend church and take the sacrament otherwise. And in spite of the fact that Joseph Smith ordained women and while Smith was alive many women held the priesthood, today, the Church refused to ordain women, and so, in order to obey the Church and continue taking the sacramental bread and water, I had to go through a non-Mormon church to become an ordained priest. It's something that I would not have done, if I was still allowed to attend the Sanford Ward with my husband, because I would still be able to take the sacrament there with him.

WITH him. You see that little would WITH. That's important. WITH my husband. Right now, church leaders are making him go to Sanfard Ward and me go to Saco Ward, and the more they keep us separated, the more I'm going to be online venting my rage at the church leader keeping us apart! Because getting me back in church, is not going to do any of you any damn good if it's not the SAME church my husband is in!

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(The Goldeneagle helping me sew Voodoo Dolls)

More Information about my Voodoo Dolls can be found HERE. 

Bible,
Book of Mormon,
lots of scriptures, Gnostic, "lost", ect.
most every book ever written in all metaphysical subjects

Age: 35

Gender: Female

Occupation:

Writer,
Editor,
Publisher,
Artist,
Gothic Fashion Designer,
Costumer,
Retail/Fashion Sales,
Sales Representative,
Makeup Consultant,
Cloth Doll Maker and Designer,
Animal Rights Activist

Hometown: Old Orchard Beach, Maine

Favorite Car:

1964 Dodge 330 4-door sedan limited 25th anniversary edition (own one)
1985 Peugeot 505
1989 5-door wagon Cadillac S&S Victoria
1992 Volvo 240
1971 MTD 3-wheel MudBug
1964 VW Beetle
1975 VW Thing
1974 AMC Gremlin

Favorite Animals:

Eels
Bobcats
Roosters
Cats
Birds
all animals in general

Favorite Movies:

Anything with Vincent Price;
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,
Pirates of the Caribbean,
Harry Potter,
Labyrinth,
Dark Crystal,
Sense and Sensibility,
The Key To Time,
The Princess Bride,
Sweeney Todd,
Secret Window
Phantom of the Opera (1989),
Phantom of the Opera (2005),
Kill Bill,
Saw,
HellBoy 2

Favorite TV Shows:

InuYahsa
Darkwing Duck,
Doctor Who (classic & new),
Xena Warrior Princess,
X Files,
Star Trek (the original series),
Outer Limits

Favorite Books:

Retief (series),
InuYasha,
Uncle Scrooge,
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,
Phantom of the Opera,
anything by Edgar Allan Poe & H.G.Wells,
Harry Potter,
Assey Mayo (series),
Nancy Drew (series)

Favorite Actors:

Vincent Price,
Johnny Depp,
Alan Rickman

Favorite Music:

David Bowie,
Poison,
Alice Cooper,
Liberace,
Nightwish

Pets: 13 Cats, 1 Dog, 40+/- Bantams

Companies: Owner of:

The Twighlight Manor Press,
The Pidgie Fund,
Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts,
Black Bobcat Fashions,
Purple Peacock Patterns

Lots of them. I have enough hobbies so that if I get bored with one I just move on to the next one. My hobbies rotate quite often as a result.

Reading and writing obviously are two that I do near constantly, as is art/drawing/painting.

I also sew cloth dolls, stuffed animals, and teddy bears, all of which are from patterns that I created/designed myself.

Of course I sew my own cloths, created from patterns I designed and made myself.

I also build models: wooden dollhouses and plastic antique cars, both on 1/24" scale.

The hobby that really takes up most of my time, and I do mean MOST of my time too, is embroidery. I started embroidery when I was about 6, as I needed something to do during the hours I spent in hospital waiting rooms. Hours, meaning 7 or 8 hours a day, for weeks on end, for a space of time of several years. Most of my read, writing, and school work was done in hospital waiting rooms or in the backseat of The Goldeneagle (My 1964 Dodge 330). My mom had spine problems, both grandmothers had cancer, one of my brothers nearly died when he was born, and my dad was in a coma. Since I was 6 years old, there has not been a year in my life were I have not spent at least 4 months of that year sitting in hospital waiting rooms. Over the years I developed an avoidance of doctors, an aversion to white walls & ceilings, and the most extraordinary hand and eye coordination imaginable.

In my early years I needed a pattern. Today, give me needle a thread and a cloth and say anything, absolutely anything, and I can stitch you a detailed picture of it that will rival the paintings of the old masters. My ex was constantly amazed that I could watch tv and embroider, and not make mistake while barely looking at my stitches. Embroidery is like a second language for me, I can do it without thinking, and I can do it better than anything else I have ever tried to do.

I can do all forms of needlework: crewel, crazy quilt, bead work, bead weaving, bargello, white work, Jacobean, Turkish flame, cross stitch, petti point, latch hook, Turkey Work, soft sculpture, tapestry, Chinese satin, and Japanese embroidery.

My longest running projects include a 3' x 4' tapestry which was started in 1991, and remains unfinished due to the fact that I only work on this while in church services on Sundays. And a King sized crazy quilt started in 2002 as a "busy work project" which I work on, when I get bored with my other projects.

My most ambitious project ever however started in March of 2008, and currently takes up 3 to 5 hours of my time each and every single day: Lord Sesshomaru's pink flowered court robes (a 16th century Momoyama kimono, embroidered head to toe). Real kimono worn by Japanese lords took 6 to 10 years to embroider, with 2 to 5 needlworkers working day and night on them. So it should only take me the rest of my life to sew Sessh's kimono.

Many look at my Lord Sesshomaru project and think I'm doing this, because I wanted to recreate the character. Nope. Fact is I ran out of challenges in the field of embroidery. I've already done several "impossible" embroidery projects and I needed to find one to beat them all. With Lord Sesshomaru, I found that.

Most unusual in terms of what is was? A coati.

I once had a big 2 foot long wild eel named Eli.

Most unusual pair of pets ever, were Utopia and Pidgie. Best buds who who did everything together. Spent hours playing a game of tail chase, which involved Pidgie grabbing Topi's tail and than running away. Topi would run after Pidgie. It was sort of a game of tag, which they played daily for 9 years. The thing was the Topi is a Siamese cat and Pidgie was a pigeon. They were the same age, and grew up together as featherless chick and week old kitten, so they never knew cats should eat birds not play tag with them. I think Pidgie thought he was just one of the cats and not a bird since he grew up with the kittens.

Most unusual in terms of a weird animal was my horse who thought she was a dog.

I had a one eyed horse a few years back, she was 14 when I got her (or so I was told... the vet thinks she was closer to 20 or more). She had been a wild horse before her previous owner had her, but they had never been able to tame her and so she was a really mean horse and would bite and kick any one who got close to her. Except for me. I was the only human she would allow near her. No one ever did know why she liked me, but she did, so I brought her home and she lived with me and my dogs (at the time I had 6 dogs).

She liked living with the dogs, either she thought she was a dog like them, or she thought they were wild horses like her, but anyways she and the dogs loved running back and forth through the field together, and at night they slept together in a big pile. She never had a saddle, instead she had a leash and went for walks just like the dogs.

I had her for 14 years. The last three or four years she was blind and had to be guided. Careing for a blind horse is probably the hardest animal with a disability you could care for as it requires the hard life of caring for a horse mixed with the hard life of caring for someone who is blind and needs your constant help.

Originally she was a slick black horse, but by the time she had died her fur had grown very long and turned totally grey. The vet guessed she was close to 50 years old possibly older, and said she had never seen a horse as old as my Thunder was.

Of course than there are all the Snapping Turtles I've had over the years. I love turtles... we live near a swamp so big snappers are always getting hit by cars, I end up nursing injured snapping turtles back to health almost every summer. Everyone I know is scared of them, because they are really mean, and their beaks are wicked sharp (can snap your finger off in one bite if your not careful) but I just pick them up. I've been doing it so long now, that I can pick them up without getting bitten, because I know how to handle them. After a week or so they get really tame and can be hand feed by anyone. Once they are well again I take them back out to the swamp and let them go.


(Me and a few of my more than 200 pets.)

If I had one I would make my spouse sleep on the floor before my pets.

Yep, that's me all the way... me and my dog and my 14 cats, all in one bed or rather all on the floor on one futton (a flat Japanese pillow like mat) as I don't own a bed and haven't slept in a bed in more than 20 years.

Once in a while there'll be a rooster or two gathered into the group as well, well, more often than once in a while actually, and for 9 years there was a pigeon that slept on my head at night.

I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course finding a spouse, that agrees with you... now that's not easy! Part of the reason why I am still single. It's not easy to find a guy that will put up with walls of comic books, obsessions with cartoon characters, and a bed full of animals.

Lots of reasons. Waste of money. Waste of space. More room for comic books. More room on the floor for cutting out the vast amount of fabric it takes to make my costumes. I hate mattresses with all their uncomfortable springs. Do you realize how much money people waste of beds? Thousand for the bed, $300 for the mattress, $200 more for the coverings. When they get done they've spent $2,000 or more, and for what? A place to sleep? A cushioned floor mat costs $30 - $50 and does the same thing.

I haven't slept in a bed since I was about maybe 8 or 10 years old. I started using my bed for a book shelf, that's where I kept my comic books, and I camped out on the floor beside the bed in my Smurf sleeping bag. (Reading Smurf comic books... King Smurf was my nightly ritual, read it every single night before going to sleep, I was obsessed with comics, even way back than!) It was more fun to sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag than on the bed. Eventually, I got older and got rid of the bed altogether.

It's been so long now, that I don't even think about it. For me it's just the natural thing to do, sleep on the floor in a house with no bed. No tables either, I eat sitting on the floor. My computer is also on the floor, I sit on the floor for that too, no chairs. Well, I have 4 chairs in my room , but I haven't sat in any of them since they moved in here. *looks at boxes of comic books stacked in all 4 chairs* You know, I may have more comic books than I thought I did.

The year I lived in a tent, I was thankful for my lack of furniture and having not slept in a bed in years, because I was able to fold up my futton and take it with me. I actually got used to being in the tent after a while, and now I kind of miss it, so I'm planning to put up a yurt, or rather I was putting up a yurt until the town tells us they are not safe in winter and thus illegal in Old Orchard. WHAT! A yurt... not safe in winter! Are they serious! I just spent Maine's coldest winter on recode since 1927 living in a tent made out of a tarp and 12 cinder blocks, and had no problems with it at all, and they tell me that a yurt isn't safe in winter? Do they even know what a yurt is? They live in yurts on the Himalayan Alps, where they get 40 feet of snow a year, BECAUSE a yurt is the safest thing to live in in those kind of weather conditions! OMG! A yurt not safe in winter! I don't know what they think a yurt is, but obviously what they are calling a yurt is not a yurt. I liked living in the tent, but a tent won't stand up to Maine weather long. I want to live in a yurt. I may need to move to Mongolia just so I can live in a yurt. *sheesh* Yurts illegal. Who makes up these laws anyways?

Let's see. Me and comic books. How do I explain this?

*Looks at 12' wall of comic books*

*looks at other wall of comics*

*looks at closet of boxes of comic books*

*looks at comic character costumes scattered about the house*

uhm...yeah...me and comic books...long story...

Well, back in the 1930's my grandmother was a rebellious tomboy teenager who read pulps with the boys. By the 1940's she has amassed a giant collection of pulps and comics. My dad was born in 1944. His mom continued her rampant comic book collecting, now using the excuse that she was buying them for her little boy. I was born in 1975, and my grandmother was still buying comic books. She had never thrown out any of them. Back than people read comics and threw them away. No body collected comics back than. My grandmother was very odd, collecting comics the way she did. She died in 1983, and I inherited her comic book collection, several thousand comic books from the 1930's through the 1980's. Since than I have steadily added to that collection, with my own focus being on Disney's Uncle Scrooge, which I collect in 12 languages.

Sadly as many of you already know, first a flood and than a fire decimated our home in the last five years. Many comics from my grandmother's original collection were destroyed, first in the flood, and than more in the fire. Many of them, being so rare, that I can not afford to replace them.

Today, my wall of comics hold roughly 7,000 issues.

So, me and comics? Well, I grew up with them, not just one or two here and there, but literally thousands of them, all around me, all the time, every day. Is it any wonder that I grew up to be the rabid comic geek I am today?

*looks at 14 Squidoo lenses devoted to Lord Sesshomaru*

*looks at all the forums I've drive folks crazy while talking about Sessho and/or Uncle Scrooge McDuck*

*looks at red frock coat and black top hat in cloest*

*looks at my box of autographed Don Rosas*

*looks at Fluffy-Sama plushie I just finished sewing, and 14 foot Mokomoko half finished, and white kimono on embroidery loom*

*stares back blankly at you*

So, what was the question again?

I mean, REALLY, do you have to ask? You do realize that it's me you are asking here, right? EelKat? Scrooge McDuck collector extraordinar? The Bride of Sesshomaru who just happens to live at The McDuck Money Bin? Yeah... I'm THAT EelKat.

Best comics in my collection, well, easy: Uncle Scrooge and InuYahsa.... all issues! Best issues of Scrooge are the ones written by Don Rosa. Best issues of InuYasha are the ones with Sessho in them.

I have Don Rosa's autograph! WOO-HOO! (more than once too!)

I have Alan Young's autograph! (which he sent to me for my 30th birthday!) WOO-HOO!

All I need now is Rumiko Takahashi's and David Kaye's.

Anything special in my collection? You mean like, a first edition of "A Little Something Special"... ? Not worth much, but I like it.

Probably the thing that would be considered most special in the eyes of someone looking at my collection, would be Roy Rodgers #1 and Roy Rodgers FanClub Newsletter #1, the entire run of Gene Autrey, a Cisco Kid coloring book, and a special edition Hopalong Cassidy that included a 12" model of his horse (got the horse too). My grandmother loved the singing cowboys, I got most all of them.

Maine

This is the house that burned down (where I've lived my whole life):



This is the tent-tarp thing I lived in after the flood/fire when I was homeless:





This is the place that HUD stuck me in a year later and where I'm at right this second (the white house):



And this is my future house where I am going to live as soon as I get enough money to convince the current owners that they need to sell it:



This is my Lord Sesshomaru Costume, which I am currently sewing:



And this is Serj Tankian, a guy who I just like posting pictures of =D

French Vanilla closely followed by Pistachio. Both together is good. Rainbow Sherbert too... actually, Ice Cream ranks among my favorite foods. I've tried nearly every flavor out there, (including Moxie flavored, blueberry flavored, rum flavored, and pumpkin flavored!) and to date only ever found two flavors I did not like: Coffee and Maple.

First off I would hope I got stranded on Papua New Guinea, because than I'd seek out the Chimbu tribe that I write too, than I'd have some friends that could show me around the island! Once I got to PNG, I don't think I'd ever leave, cause I LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT! I wants to live there sooooo bad! The people over there are just amazing! Oh, I love them to pieces! I could difinetly see myself marrying a Chimbu man and joining the tribe.

This question will require a bit of thought. I know me, I'll have quite a bit to say about this once I get it all thought out, so I am starting a lens just to focus on this question.

School... wow, that was 15 years ago. I haven't changed much since than either. Always had my nose in the history books.

History.

I love history. Old history. World history. Studying cultures, old society, religion practices, fashion history, folk lore, art history, I love that stuff. I'm never without stacks of huge books... museum books, you know, stuff published by the museum, text written by the curators, and rambling on about the latest exhibit. Like books put out by the Metropolitan and such... those really, really big books that no body reads. I read 'em. I love 'em. Can't get enough of them.

I think some of the best books ever written are the ones published by The Metropolitan Museum of Art, because they don't just show you the art, they spend entire chapters detailing the entire life history of the artist, the culture, etc. I also love stuff like National Geographic. With me, the bigger the book the better. I love the 900 page 14x22 books that weight 20lbs, and are written by museum curators who spend 3 chapters analyzing the cracks in the face of some Greek statue, or why the threads are sewn at this angle instead of that angle on one of China's dragon robes. I get these books out at the library, bring them home and than I sit down and read them cover to cover: literal, every single word, even the picture captions. I am a museum curators dream come true. I hang on their every word.

Science came in second place, but it depends on what type of sciences. Nature, plants, ocean, birds, animals, astronomy, that kind of science I love. Machines, chemicals, math equations, that kind of science I hate, well, not hate, I'm just totally bored with it, it doesn't interest me at all.

I loved school. Still do. My method of schooling was such that I have never stopped *being schooled* really, because I believe that everything in life has something to teach us and the goal of school is to learn, therefor we are always *being schooled* because we are always learning. Make sense?

I was home schooled. The method was a bit *unschooled* mixed with *traditional* text book type schooled. For text books we used a lot of different publishers, but it was the A Beka ones that were the best.

I was reading and writing at age three. I started sewing at age 6. Was cooking (cakes, pies, jams, pickles, etc) at age 12.

I started collage at age 14, also via home school through courses done in the mail. I finished in 2 years graduating at age 16.

A lot of my learning came from *real life*. I grew up on a farm, we grew our own food, sewed our own cloths, etc. etc. etc.

A lot of my *book learning* came from my obsession with reading every huge museum book (usually published by the Metropolitan) I could get my hands on. I had a rabid love for history (still do) and have cards for 5 different local libraries, including the state library which isn't that local, but they have 3 floors of books, and you know me, 3 floors of books is like being in paradise to me.

I love home school. I am who I am today as a result of home school. There is nothing better.

I used the A, B, C grading system, because for my town, local laws required that I took the *regular* tests each year, which the school provided. (to prove that I was actually learning something, I guess). I filled in all the little bubbles with #2 pencils and gave them back, and at the end of the year, I was given my report card, just like every other kid in our town. I was a straight A in all subjects except for Spelling (C) and Math (C-). They said that my scores on Reading, Grammar, History, and Science, said I was working at an advanced college level... I was 13 at the time. I started college a year later at 14.

To this day, my math is barely above a first grade level... addition in about my limit; this being due to the fact that I have dyslexia, and can not work with numbers no matter how hard I try, and I have tried too! I am wonderful with words, but numbers are, I don't know.... they just do not stick in my brain for some reason.

Uhm... well, I sew a lot of costumes for one thing, only for me they are not costumes. For another thing, CosPlay for me, is a way of life. It's not something I do at a convention here or there, I wear these cloths every single day. This is how I dress in real life. When I say I walk around dressed like Naraku, I mean, every day, at home, around the house, in the garden, in the barn, on the beach, at the store, .... hey, you can't miss me cause I'm the girl with the long black hair wearing the blue and purple kimono set. I do Naraku more than any other character because, well, I look like him, so, no wig needed, and his cloths are pretty easy to wear every day, not too outlandish.

Uncle Scrooge and Tom Baker's Doctor Who are the other two characters you'll see most often, as well as most of the girls from Sense and Sensibility.

Sadly my most worn costume ever (see photo--->), my beloved red Glittering Goldie gown was burned in the fire, as I was wearing it, and it along with several inches of my formally super long hair, went up in flames. I was for nearly 10 years recognized as Glittering Goldie, this red gown being my trademark outfit. I still have it's blackened melted remains, which I'll use to create a new version of it, however, my hair has yet to grow back. :( I suppose seeing how much damage my cloths and hair went through, I'm pretty lucky to have not had my skin burnt off as well. I had 1 dog, 9 cats, and 3 birds trapped in that fire, thus I ran into a burning building that I was on the outside of when the fire started, thus my cloths and hair caught fire. Firemen arrived, rounded up all the pets and everyone got out okay. As a result of the fire, I keep my much shorter hair tied in a bun and I am now sewing an entirely new wardrobe.

I love designing my own clothes, and clothes for my dolls, and hope to one day have a fashion line of my own and a little shop in Maine to sell them in. There are no Gothic or Lolita or CosPlay stores around here, I want to change that.

My clothen style includes velvet, capes, empire gowns, gowns with trains, burnoose, shawls, runas, fishnet hose, striped stockings, combat boots, velvet, top-hats, long dresses, ruffled frilly skirts, cosplay, Gothic, Lolita, Victorian, Edwardian, velvet, frockcoats, Alice in Wonderland, vampire fashions, Medival fashions, crilolines & petticoats, eyelash-fringe fabric, sequins, beads, glitter, lace, cloaks, ruffles, broomstick skirts, stripes, plaid, poet blouses, peasant dresses, fairy tale princess gowns, faerie outfits, wizard-look stuff, big hats, bright colored hats, ballet flats, platforms, anything that Dracula would love to wear, and stuff like worn by Jem*, The Holigrams, and The Misfits.

I was dressing like Jem, before Jem was invented.

I love anything made of velvet!

I don't like pants: won't wear them, won't own them.

I the 1980's I wore min-skirts, but as the years have gone by, my dresses and skirts got longer; today my hems sweep the floor and they often have trains. I have one dress that has 7 yards of fabric on the skirt alone, it can be worn with or without hoops.

No, what I'm wearing is not a costume.

Yes, I dress like this every day, all day long, even around the house, when working in the garden, and when shoveling manure out of the barn. Yes I am a farmer.

No, I don't own any "normal" clothes.

No, I can't tell you where I bought them, because I didn't buy them, I sewed them.

No, I can't tell you where to buy the pattern, I didn't buy a pattern I made the pattern. I've been sewing since I was 6 years old when I made my first doll. I made my first ball-gown at age 12. At age 16 I graduated from a 2 year course in fashion design & merchandising. I've spent most of my life studying fashion history and the art of recreating historical clothen from the Gothic periods (1300 - 1500 & 1850 - 1930), and those are the clothes I thus wear.

No I already told you this is not a costume, these are my regular cloths, I don't care if you think this is a costume, it is not, please stop asking me if it is.

I don't like people who think I'm wearing a costume even after been told that I am not.

Yes, I know this looks like a Willy Wonka costume, yes, Johnny Depp inspired it. Yes, I do wear a top hat everywhere I go. No, I repeat this is not a costume.

Yes, I REALLY am making a historical reproduction of Lord Sesshomaru's costume, and yes, I do intend to wear it, fluffy tail, battle armor, and all... in public as part of my daily wear, because, I don't make anything unless I intend to add it to my daily wear wardrobe.

So, cosplay lenses are just second nature to me. It's something I do every day, therefor something that is on my mind every day, therefor a topic which I write about on my lenses.

1. Are you a fashion freak?

Oh hell, yes. I cosplay 24/7. I can make drag queens look normal.

2. Do you tend to wear what others are wearing, or are you the trend starter?

Trend? HA! I neither lead nor follow. I wear whatever I feel like wearing at that particular moment, which throughout most of the 1990's was ball gowns, medieval gowns with huge trains and 7 yard skirts, and costumes from Sense and Sensibilty (one of my all time fave movies ever... staring Alan Rickman once again...I love Alan Rickman.)

Prior to the 1990's and currently, my outfits are heavily influenced by Medieval Japan and I pretty much live in kimono and hakama.

Of course regardless of what I'm wearing you never see me without my blue burnoose which I wear all the time. A Burnoose is a huge cape with a giant hood and a hem line that trails a foot behind you when you walk ... very *Grim Reaper*.

So, you tell me, do I follow any trends you know of and do you see many folks following mine?

3. Do you like the trend where you wear leggings under a mini skirt?

In the 1970's and 1980's I did. I lived in mini skirts back than (under my kimono of course, I lived in kimono back than too... I call that my *Godzilla Era*, I feel in love with Godzilla movies and soon everything else Japanese followed in Godzilla's footsteps.)

4. What is the ugliest trend you've ever seen?

All awards go to baggy pants, hanging off the hips so you can display your underwear. I HATE that, it is absolutely hideous, and yet, every body is wearing that style these days!

Immodesty is never nice. I live on a beach... a French beach. The beach that is lovingly called: *Quebec's Playground*. Speedos left and right, on men, on women, on young and old alike. What is it with the French and Speedos? It's like you can't have one without the other! Take one step on the beach and it's like every Speedo in the world just dropped out of the sky! We get 2 million tourists each summer, and 90% of them arrive wearing Speedos.

And me on the beach in full kimono (which means, layers of kimono on top of layers of kimono, btw), boy do I EVER stand out on the beach!

And maybe not ugly but hella uncomfortable: high heeled shoes! I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE high heeled shoes. Come on women (and a few men) Why give up comfort for style? You would never catch me wearing something that is uncomfortable to wear. For me it's all about comfort first.

5. Did you have one of those sparkly purses with the sequins when they were popular?

I can't say as I remember them ever being popular, at least not around here. I'd buy one if I saw it though, cause I'm like Liberace: I never meet a sequin that I didn't like!

6. Do you think fashion is overrated?

Oh yes, diffinetly. I hate it when you go to the store and you see magazines with titles like: "What women everywhere will be wearing the Spring!". Makes me want to puck. People should wear whatever the hell they feel like wearing and forget about fashion and trends. Just wear what makes you happy.

I really hate it when folks walk up to me and ask:
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"Why are you dressed like that!"
"You do know that went out of style, like 400 years ago, don't you?"
"It's not Halloween. What's wrong with you?"

You know what? Why does it matter? Why do they care? I like it, it's comfortable to wear, I'm happy wearing it. I think they are weird for wearing carbon copies of each other's cloths... look like a pack of clones.

7. What is the best clothing store?

I like Macy's and their INC type stuff, though I never buy any of it, nor would I wear it. I make all of my own cloths, so I'm not really sure what most of the fashion stores are. uhm... I work at Macy's, therefor, I know what Macy's sells.

8. Do you shop at places like American Eagle, Abercrombie, and Hollister?

ugh! gag! choke. Quick, someone get me a vomit bag! I wouldn't get caught dead in a place like those! OMG! How can people wear that stuff. It's uber ugly. And khakis, jeans, & pants! ACK! Can somebody say straight jacket? How can people wear pants, they are so restricting! I tried it once and I felt like I was being shackled down and couldn't move my legs. ugh, never again!

9. Would you ever set foot into Hot Topic?

I practically live there. Just down the hall from Macy's, I go there on my lunch break to get ideas for what to sew next.

And guess what? I like this store so much, I'm an affiliate of thier's too. See:

10. Which celebrity do you think has the best fashion?

Professor Snape.

11. What do you think of the current school fashions?

I'm afraid I never understood the concept of *school fashions*...uhm... I didn't go to school, so that may have something to do with it, but anyways, I look at school fashions and ask myself *Why are these people worried about cloths?* They are going to school to learn not look good, or did I miss the point of school? I don't know, maybe I'm too much of a book worm, but I just don't get the whole *school fashion* movement.

I do agree that like you say, fashion shows a persons personality. Cloths do effect how others see you and what they think of a person and how they *think* you are, wither what they think is right or wrong, they are going to think it anyways, based on what you wear.

I think, that people should just wear what they like, because it makes them happy and is comfortable to wear. Too many people wear cloths to look good first and sacrifice comfort, when they should put comfort first.

1. Do you wear any makeup?

Only if I'm doing a cosplay that requires it... Like Sessho and his hot pink eyeshadow. :)

2. Do you like belts?

Depends on what you are calling a belt.

Regular belt type belts with buckles and all... no.

Sashes... long strips of fabric ties about your waist and trailing off behind you as you walk.... yes. I wear them daily. A requirement when in full kimono, otherwise the kimono would...uhm...fall off.

3. Do you wear a lot of jewelry?

In the 1980's I looked like a walking jewelry store... rings on every finger, necklaces in layers, watches and bracelets all the way up my arms. What I couldn't fit on my body got attached to my coat... pins, rude buttons, lots of chains... I wore that for close to 10 years, only stopped wearing it after it reached more than 30 lbs and was too heavy for me to wear any more. That coat btw, is how I know I can wear Sesshomaru's battle armor, which weighs about 30 lbs. I got very good upper body strength as a result of wearing that coat.

Today? Nope. I got a Capt Jack Sparrow watch, and a man's gold lionhead ring, and that's it. Gone are the days of me and my tons of jewerly

4. Have you ever used Acne cream?

What a weird question! I did for a short while, when I started selling Avon, and took it upon myself to byone of each of all of Avon's skincare and makeup products and test them all on myself so that I could than tell the customers what each product had done for me.

Yes, I really do get that obsessive when it comes to sales pitches, because I will never promote a product I don't like. I am not afraid to tell the customer: "Hey, I tried that, and it's crap!" either, which, may or may not be good depending on how you look at it.

I LOVE being a salesman; 7 years with Avon, 3 years with Macy's, and now working on opening my own store.

5. Do you like lip gloss?

No, it dries my lips out something fierce, and most brands I am wildly allergic too.

I actually have a hard time with most all make up, because my skin is wicked sensitive.

6. Do you go to tanning salons?

ugh! OMG! NO! Just the thought of the word *tan* is enough to keep me away. I'm white as driven snow, avoid daylight at all costs, and refuse to step outside with out wearing my Burnoose. I dare the sun to even try and cast a ray on me! No tans. No way. Never. I like being whiter than Wonder Bread. (You should see me in my Wonder Bread costume... yes, I do have one! LOL! I loves the pretty polka dots.)

7. Have you ever plucked your eyebrows?

No, that's weird.

8. Have you ever used fake eyelashes?

I once bought some, but than never wore them.

9. Do you like painting your nails?

I used too. Every color ever made has been on my nails; blue metal flake was what I wore most often.

After about 12 years of it, I got bored with nail polish, and just stopped wearing it. Haven't worn any since the late 1990's.

10. Have you ever used fake nails?

Only for Sessho, because his costume requires 3 - 4 inch long talon-claws

Nope neither. I actually find this to be a rather odd question, cause I don't know any body who does. I once had a friend with 21 rings in one ear and 23 in the other, a few in her nose and a couple in her tongue and lip. She also had more than 50 tattoos. Church leaders were up in arms and ready to through her out. I had another friend who risked excommunication by getting a butterfly tattoo on her ankle, which is about as rebellious as you can get in the Mormon church without causing a major outrage. No body noticed her tattoo of course, they were too busy telling my how I was the child of Satan based on my mode of dress (24 hour CosPlay). All three of us left the church, too much dictatorship and communism for us freedom loving Americans.

10 years ago, I never would have predicted that 3 years ago, a flood would destroy our home and put my dad in a coma, or that 6 months later a fire would destroy everything that the flood hadn't and I would spent the next year, including 2 blizzards, living under a tarp. Nor would I have predicted that none of the event were natural causes but rather acts of vandalism at the hands of church members angry over my lifestyle and my having left the church a few years prior.

Vandalism. Hate. Flood (caused by severed water main, not rain). A relative disabled. Fire (arsine). And a year living on the streets. Ten years ago, I had plans, goals, dreams, hopes, and predictions. I saw those dreams shattered. Today, I no longer make predictions about my life. I have no hopes. I make no goals. Plan on nothing. I have no more dreams to dream. Life can not be predicted. Life happens, and it doesn't care what you planned on. In the blink of an eye, everything was gone. I now find it very hard to see a future at all.

I think this is kind of a weird question, and I never understood why people always ask it, but anyways...

Yes. Though I don't believe our life is "pre-destined" or that things happen because of "fate". Which kind of goes against my saying *yes* in answer to your question, doesn't it?

I believe everything happens for a reason, because I believe we are here to learn and progress. I do not believe in the concept of Heaven and Hell, because it suggests that once this life ends, life is over, and we had no farther reason to move on, thus it would be pointless for us to continue to live. I believe instead that we live a series of any lives, and that it is the events of the current life and how we react to those events that determine wither we move on the the next level of existence or come back here to this one to relive it over again until we have learned what we need to learn to progress.

In other words, things happen, good things, bad things, normal boring things, and it is not the event itself which is important, but rather the persons response to the event in question, which is important.

There you go, me being all theological. I'll stop now, because once I get going, on this subject, I really get going... last time I ended up writing 900 sheets of paper on this topic, took me 9 100 packs of college ruled lined paper before I got everything I had to say said, all written in longhand, and took me about 3 months to write. (BTW: Everything you see me write here on Squidoo lenses was first written longhand on paper, and was deeply edited to make it short enough to fit on the lenses.)

I like Buddy Jesus.

Buddy Jesus is fun.

Buddy Jesus is happy.

Buddy Jesus is your friend.

It's the only picture you ever see of Jesus really smiling and laughing out loud.

Buddy Jesus says: Stuffy religions that make you wear black and get mad if you smile, suck.

Buddy Jesus says: Don't worry be happy.

Buddy Jesus say: Life sucks, but you know what? Who cares? Not me.

Buddy Jesus says: Get out of your dusty old church and start living life for once in your life.

Buddy Jesus says: Look around the world, find something to be happy about. Spread the joy, make other happy, because that's what life is all about.

Buddy Jesus says: Stop worrying about stupid religious dogmas and start worrying about each other.

Buddy Jesus says: Stop being morbid. Stop focusing on my death and look at how I lived my life while I was alive.

Buddy Jesus pokes his finger at religion and says: Stop making me look like a mean God, when all I ever did was try to show how great life can really be.

That's why Buddy Jesus shows up so often.

(And besides, I like Alan Rickman. and if you don't know what that means, than you don't know Buddy Jesus!)

Is Buddy Jesus sacrelig? You bet it is! For those who don't know the story of Buddy Jesus, here it is in a nutshell:

God got so feed up with the human race that he suddenly decides to hell with them, I'm going to live my own life and let them just ruin their's. So God becomes a hippy-woman and dances off into the sunset. God's voice (played by Alan Rickman) gets depressed now that God has left and the human race is beyond all hope of saving, so he heads out to the bar to drink his woes away only to find that God can't get drunk, so now he's even more depressed than ever. Meanwhile the Angel of Death is having a field day killing off the human race left and right now that God is no where to be found. The humans decide we've done something terribly wrong by telling everyone how mean and hateful God is, because now he's angry and really is mean and hateful, so we'd better make up for it by telling the truth and showing people that God is really kind and loving, so they replace all the sad depressing crucifixes with the new and improved *Buddy Jesus* statues.

Of course that's not the entire movie, that's just the story behind the Buddy Jesus statues in the movie, and actually it wasn't that good a movie, kind of dull and boring really, but I liked the whole concept of The Buddy Jesus, and have used that picture ever since.

I don't believe in luck. I do however have a favorite number... well... three favorite numbers:

13

458

666

I snipe them regularly on the [].

Yes.

Yep. It has. Sorry 'bout that. Of course, without Icy, Flowers, and Meme, the Padded Cell is dieing and the [] is being trolled again lately. I come back every few days to bump the Padded Cell back to page one, to keep it alive until the cellmates return, but it's been 8 months now and it looks like the []er trolls have finally won, because most of the old []ers are gone and no longer posting anymore.

And the other thing is, the []er Trolls are gone Pink Slap happy. It's pretty hard for me to post on the [] with out getting a Pink Slap anymore. Given the choice of buying or forum posing, I'm gonna choose buying, because eBay is where I get my comic books and the supplies for my costumes.

As for Squidoo verses eBay, well, it's no secret I don't take flamers very well, and while the [] has hundreds of them, Squidoo only has one or two, so Squidoo is just easier on my nerves. And besides, I can place all my eBay bids right from Squidoo now, so yeah, Squidoo has affected my eBay habits.

I am neither Republican nor Democrat nor any other party either. Why? Because I don't agree 100% with the politics of either party. Both have things I support. Both have things I protest. Both have candidates I would (and have) voted for. Both have candidates that I seriously hate.

When it comes time for me to vote I don't care if the delegate is Republican, Democrat, Wig, Torry, Green, Libertarian, Independent, or Independent Party. I don't care if it's a man or a woman, young or old, black, white, Asian, or Native American. I do not look at their party, gender, or race, what I look at is what they say, what they do, how they live their life, how they treat those around them, and do they practice what they preach. I vote based on causes they support and issues they protest. You will never see me vote for a person based on party.

1.) Who are your favorite authors?

Rumiko Takahashi
J.K.Rowlings
Brain Froud
Peter S. Beagle
Don Rosa
Carl Barks
Lewis Carroll
Roald Dahl
Tolkien

I do a lot of just picking up fantasy books and reading them, and have no idea who half the authors are! I see a book and think "Oh, I like the faeries (unicorns, dragons, elves, wizards, whatever) on the cover, I guess I'll read it." I end up reading all kind of fantasy paperbacks based totally on the cover art, and than never stop to think about who the author was!

Only if the book stands out as one I really, really, really like a lot, do I remember the author's name. Like Harry Potter. I really, really, really liked Harry Potter, odd, because it's not the kind of fantasy I normally read.

and these are sci-fi, but I classify sci-fi as a type of fantasy ;)

Keith Laumer
James Blish
Orson Scott Card

Can I call Stephen King fantasy too? :)

2.) How long have you been a fantasy fan?

I wrote my first fantasy (a short story) in 1978...
I'm old, been a fan a long time

3.) Why are you a fantasy fan?

uhm... no idea... I never thought about it actually. It's not just books, cause I'm into all the fantasy movies too; my faves being:

Labyrinth
Dark Crystal
The Princess Bride
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

I just like things that could never really happen. It's like being in a dream world, where life is (usually) better than the real world.

and besides, gives me loads of great guys to fall in love with! I got thing for pale skinned elfish type guys with long blond hair a cute pointy ears! :) Sesshomaru, Legolas, AlKeeme, Etiole, Jareth, Prince Nuada, Wesley, Luscious Malfoy .... name miss-spelt on purpose :) ... you get the picture right?

4. )Where do you come up with ideas?

I answered that question here. It's a bit too long to copy and paste it all on this post, but basically from things that happen in my own life. Just ordinary every day things, inspire all sorts of imagination in me.

I sell my art on Zazzle products off of my lenses. I also promote art by my mom, and my 3 brothers, all of whom, also have Zazzle products which get featured on my lenses.

To see all of the products available from The Copper Cockeral and it's sister galleries, please click on the links below:

Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts
The Pidgie Fund
Designs by Tiddledeewinks
Designs by Flash
Designs by The Juice Man
Designs by Johnny5Allen
Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts on CafePress
Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts on Printfection
The Twighlight Manor Press on Zazzle

Our newest thing to promote are our shoe designs. We've got well over 100 shoe designs already, and we have only just started adding shoes in August of 2008! Here are a few of my faves so far:

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I own Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts.

There are 5 artists behind The Copper Cockeral: me, my mom, and my 3 brothers, all of whom are Squidoo lensmasters and each of whom owns their own Zazzle Gallery.

Moving on the actually answer your question...

The answer to this question got so long that I moved it to it's own lens:

I absolutely LOVE crayons... I just bought the new Crayola 120 Big Box this week, not that I really needed it, cause I already have 3 of the 96 crayon big boxes already! LOL! I use crayons for my art. Everybody always looks at my pictures and asks "How'd you get the colors so bright? what did you use?" and I tell them, I drew it with crayons, and they just totally didn't expect that! They were thinking crayons were for kids, but I ain't been a kid for 20 years now and I'm still using crayons every day!

I think drawing with crayons is actually very therapeutic as well, lets you draw with more freedom than say oil paints... lets you just draw without holding back, like you did when you was a kid. There is much to be learned from crayons.... DEEP THOUGHT... 42.

The meaning of life and a box of crayons and my trusty towel (with Jack Sparrow on it!) ... life is good.

...and if I just lost you there, than, well you and I don't read the same books! =P

If I was going to be a crayon, what color would I be? Orange. My bedroom is orange. My big stuffed chair is orange. My bookshelves are painted orange. My ATV is orange metalflake. My car is orange metalic. My blankets are orange. My sleeping baag is orange. I collect hunting gear because I like the bright neon orange it's made out of. I have an orange cat. My dog was orange. Several of my roosters are orange. Oh yeah, and most of my cloths are orange too. Yeah. I like orange. It's my favorite color and I have no idea why.

As of August 2008 I have 331 lenses.

Most likely I'll come up with lots of ideas for more. I've always got something to say about everything.

Okay... a lot of questions have been sent to me regarding Squidoo. At first I was answering them here, however, this lens is about me and all these questions about what I did with Squidoo were crowding out the questions about me, so, I have gathered them all up and moved them to a lens all of their own, where I can answer all your questions about how I use Squidoo. Savvy?

My Lord Sesshomaru Costume lens. Unfortunately it got so long that it stopped loading so I cut it up. When I got done cutting, it STILL is one of my longest lenses and it is now spread out over a total of 14 lenses, each of which are my longest lenses (tells you how long it was before I cut it!)... Before I cut it, it had over 75,000 words of text on it! (The size of a 100 page novel, in case you don't know how long 75,000 words is.) The curse of being a novelist is that when I'm not writing novels, I still write in novel lengths.

Lord Sesshomaru vs Historical Accuracy.

(which was originally a section on my Lord Sesshomaru Costume lens)

Why? Because that poor lens has been through hell and back and it just keeps on going and going and going in spite of the fact that it's getting bad reviews, flame comments thrown at it left and right, hate emails filling up my inbox on Yahoo.... yeah... all I did was to start making a costume, and than compare Lord Sesshomaru to real Lords of 1500's Japan, and now all of Sessho's crazed fangirls hate me. LOL!

Uhm... I castrated the guy. Not joking. Really, I did. Historical accuracy proves that he's a eunuch and 210 of his fans went into spaz-matic hysterics when I said that and threw every dagger they could find at my lens. I can sympathize with these girls who are up in arms over it, I'm as crazy over the guy as they are. All I wanted to trace the history of his really freaky outfit, I had no idea it would turn out that he's dressed as a eunuch. Explains his complete avoidance of women, though.

You gotta love flamers and the things they can find to flame someone about. My poor lens, it became my favorite lens just because it has got to be the most hated Squidoo lens ever!

It has to be my Publishing Methods lens. Everybody loves it. Literally EVERYBODY! OMG! In November of 2007 I was getting 300 - 400 visits a day. It was crazy! I found out that it was being promoted by several NaNoWriMo contestants during the NaNoWriMo contest, and that after NaNoWriMo, several of them wrote reviews about it on their blogs. One blogger had a really really popular blog, and was telling folks that my Publishing Methods lenses was what helped them get their book published. I was like superstar famous over night! I loved it!

While all this was going on, my lens lept onto Squidoo's coveted Top 100 list and it stayed there for a few weeks, reaching #32 as it's highest ranking.

After the contest was over, my traffic died down, and the lens dropped into the 1,000 rank, but it has never come down under 2,000 since the day it was made. Than in April 2008, it shot back up again, this time traffic was coming from NaNoWriMo's other contest: Script Frenzy.

In May 2008, it went back down again, staying around 600 in rank. Than in mid-August 2008, it shot up again to 200 rank, once again, because traffic coming in from NaNoWriMo. If it's already getting this much traffic from the Wrimoers in August, there's no doubt that by the time NaNoWriMo hits again in November, it'll be back on Squidoo's Top 100 List, hopefully it'll make it into the top 10 next time!

It was a rant I wrote on my NaNoWriMo blog. Some folks on NaNoWriMo were talking about copyright laws and publishing scams, and how they were being forced to pay loads of money to buy copyrights and ISBN numbers before the publisher would publish their books, and than the next thing they knew, they were out a few thousand dollars and the publisher had up and disappeared. It was a nightmare story and several of them were retelling basically the same story over and over again. It had happened to so many of them.

Sad thing is, this is not an uncommon thing in the world of publishing. New authors are getting scammed left and right every day, and it just pissed me off that no one had ever written a website to tell them how to avoid these types of scams. I started ranting about in on the NaNoWriMo forums, and every one was agreeing that someone should go out there and build a website telling new authors what to look for. Next thing I know I was writing one up and it turned into what would later become my *Publishing Methods* lens.

Yep. I got so excited over Squidoo after receiving my first payday that I told every body I knew about it. I got to talking about it so much that, people I knew started checking it out, and next thing I knew they were signing up too. Now I actually know people on Squidoo who I know in real life too! YAY!

My mom and my 3 brothers each have Squidoo accounts now. Here are the links to their profiles (be sure to check them out):

No! Not at all!

When I first joined Squidoo on April 17, 2007, I was getting most all of my traffic from Google and Google only. At that point I had 15 lenses, which I wasn't updating, and I did not know much about Squidoo. Google hits were at 100 - 300 per page per week.

Than in October of 2007 after the Squidoo Google Slap, my lenses all dropped to getting very little traffic from Google, so I started doing my own self-promotion instead to bring in traffic other than from Google. At that point Google hits were 10 - 20 per page per week.

Now, in April of 2008, it's a good thing I did, because in the past month, not a single one of my lenses has gotten a single hit of Google. No one is sure what is going on, but it's so wide spread across Squidoo, that it appears Google has sent Squidoo yet another "slap" and has cut off traffic hits entirely. Looking at my stats page, it's like Google has completely vanished! Now 100% of my traffic comes from my own self-promotion and no where else at all.

This is a very odd question that got asked on a forum, and for some reason everyone started fighting with the question asker and not a one of them answered his question.

I read the whole thread and than sat there wondering WTH is wrong with these people? All he did was ask a simple question. The question itself is copied into the title box. After the question he had added the note: "Please leave a link to the post so I can read it and rate your blog."

Everyone was all upset over the fact that he had asked them to leave a link to their blogs! OMG! Bloggers usually WANT traffic, but not these guys, they just wanted to fight! Oh well, such is life. Rather than get involved I just typed my answer, and than copied it to paste it here on my lens, and here it is:

My best post ever, was a rant that took me 3 hours to write: my really long and random rant I had just read the final volume of InuYasha (vol 558) and while I over all liked the ended, one part of the ending didn't make any sense at all and got me really angry and ranting and the next thing I knew I had spent 3 hours typing up that very, very, very, VERY, long blog post! Maybe it's not my best post ever in terms of style, but it certainly was the post that I put the most heart and soul into, and it ended up getting a ton of comments on it.

And that was my answer to his post. The fighting on that thread is so bad however, that I closed it and will not go back, because my post interrupted their little private battle, so no doubt they are blasting their comments towards me by now, and I, me just don't want to deal that kind of thing.

David Kaye is one of my favorite voice actors and yet, I've heard him say what, out of 167 episodes, 300 words at best? David Kaye is the voice actor for a man who stares at you, lops off you head, and than walks away with out having ever said a single word on screen. David Kaye is the voice of Sesshomaru, the man of few words. If you talk a lot than you'll have a really hard time CosPlaying a character who is more likely to open his mouth to bite you than speak.

People read my long windedness online and assume that I talk as much as I write . . . and than they meet me in person, and wonder: "How the hell do I get this women to say something? She doesn't speak! She won't speak. Omg! Can she talk? I don't know, she's just sitting here smiling at me while I freak out over the fact that she has yet to say anything! I feel like I'm in a Spy vs Spy cartoon!"

While I can write page after page of text, to actually get me to speak vocally, is difficult at best. Honestly, I think you'd have better luck getting Sesshomaru to say something than you would me, which makes me perfect for CosPlaying him, because I can stand there staring at you for hours without ever saying a word.

I don't really like talking and yet, I'm a salesman. Door to door for 7 years and a floor walker 3 more years. I'm a pretty good salesman, and yet, I sell things while saying almost nothing.

Last year (2006) when I got my job at Macy's I was faced with something I had never anticipated: the telephone. Even after 7 years of selling Avon, this is not a thing that I had used more than a couple of times in my entire life. The first few times it rang, I did not answer it and my boss was quite upset with me. Fact is, it had not occurred to me that I should answer the phone, I just thought of the noise as just one of those sounds you always hear in the workplace. The fact that I do not own a phone didn't help matters much either. I had not realized that I was supposed to answer it, she had not told me that use of a phone was to be part of my job, and when I did answer it, I found it very difficult to use, having hardly ever used one before. The idea of speaking to someone I can not see it just too weird. The idea of speaking to someone whom I've never spoken too before, is even weirder.

This caused me to be chided by the other sales girls whom I worked with, girls 10 to 15 years younger than me, girls who walked around work with a cell phone stuck in their ear and paying more attention to it than the costumers, girls who asked how can I have never used a phone before? Girls who found reason to make an attempt to force me to speak as a result.

My answer was quite simple: "I have never needed to use a phone before, I don't talk, I write."

Yes, weird stares, this time not for my cloths either. I'm used to weird stares, so I went back to cleaning out the fitting room and folding sweaters while they snuck out to smoke out front of the mall even though it was not time for their break.

At work the girls also questioned my working and never taking a break to talk with either costumer or worker. My answer again, was the same: "I do not talk, I write. I am here to do my job, not talk, Macy's doesn't pay me to talk, I have no reason to talk. Talking is as a waste of time and distracts me from my work. I'm sorry, but we have to get these racks empty before closing, it's what they pay us to do."

I so very often find myself the only one actually cleaning the fitting rooms, which if you know Macy's than you know not one of their customers puts cloths back on the rack, they try them on and than throw them on the floor in the fitting room. I makes me shudder to think what these people's homes must look like if they do that in public! I find myself the only one cleaning the fitting rooms, because the other girls are usually, ducked away to go talk, which I find annoying, because due to them being off talking I am left to do all of the work, which basically means I'm not only doing my job, but I'm doing their job too. Plus I have to run the cash register besides and I have to be on the floor with the customers in case they have questions to ask. I love working at Macy's, it is just the best job I can think of, but I wish the other girls would stop goofing off so much.

Before Macy's I sold Avon for 7 years. My method however, was to simply leave the book and not bother the customer. No sales pitch what so ever. Just smile and hand them a book, no need to say a word. The next day they called my mom's phone and left an order, which I delivered to their house when it arrived, and 9 times out of 10 delivered while they were not home, them leaving a check on the door. About half of my customers I never actually met face to face! My method of selling Avon was very unconventional, yes, but customers like it, because I was not constantly forcing them to buy things they didn't need. They also liked that I was honest about the products. Take Anew for example. Avon really wants to push Anew in the costumers face, because it's the highest priced face cream on the market. Well, I tried Anew, and you know what? I'm allergic to it, I couldn't use it. I was selling Avon the year Anew was introduced and us sales reps were being told, to promote, promote, promote the new Anew! Yeah right! I not only didn't promote it, but when customers started asking questions about it, I came right out and told them, how much I didn't like it.

I did another unconventional selling thing. One customer asked me if she could have a sample of one of each of every color lipstick Avon sold, and a sample of one of each of all the perfums. I gave her a whole case....one of each of every sample Avon had, not just lipstick and perfume. She loved it. Than said I didn't need to ever leave her a book again, cause she never looked at the books. For the next 5 years when she wanted something, she called my mom's phone and I would go over, and she'd pull out one of the samples and say "I want to buy one of these, put an order in for it next time it's on sale." Unconventional, yes, but it worked.

A few of them, all elderly women in homes for old folks, I did talk too, and often. It was not unusual for me to stay there and chat with them for an hour or more, and not about Avon products either, but instead about the local news, their grand babies, the dog they had 30 years ago, the husband who died in WWII, or whatever else they wanted to talk about, and oddly, during these conversations, I hardly ever said a word. It was a case of these women buying Avon from me for one reason and one reason only: I was willing to come in and sit there and listen to every word they had to say about absolutely anything, without interrupting them. The advantage of speaking little is that you become a very good listener, something that is really quite rare in today's fast moving society.

And there in lays the answer to how I became a very good salesman. I can pitch a sale if I have too, but customers would much rather you stand back and let them tell you want they want. The customer knows what they want, they just want you to help them find it. They do not want to listen to a sales pitch for this item when they only want to buy that item. So, shut up, let the customer talk, find them the product they seek, they buy it, and you've made a sale without having to say more than 6 words: "Hello, How May I Help You?"

So, for those who expected the long winded EelKat to be vocally long winded as well, nope sorry, silence is golden and every thing I have to say gets written in pen and ink. My thoughts are read not heard.

Yep.

Every time a new question comes along I answer it and post it. A year ago this lens started out with just my 10 second bio on it.

The content of this lens was created by Wendy C. Allen compiled in part from posts on Star Log Pink, Star Log White, EK's Writing Blog, EK's CosPlay & Sewing Blog, Xavier's Nest, and EK's Business Blog, the official blogs of author and artist Wendy C. Allen, a.k.a. EelKat. Reprinted here on Squidoo with permission.

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