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A South Florida lawyer says documents released under the Epstein Files Transparency Act suggest "occult activity" took place on the deceased Palm Beach financier's private island — a claim that mirrors conspiracy theories spreading online in the wake of the most recent upload.

Attorney Travis Walker, who filed a federal lawsuit against Jeffrey Epstein's estate in January on behalf of a woman identified as Jane Doe, declined to provide specifics but described the purported cult as religious, "sinister" and involving sex trafficking.

"It's definitely not Christianity," he said. "It's something different."

Walker said he intends to do "a deeper dive with regards to the actual activities that were ongoing" at the island as the lawsuit proceeds. He offered to share documents supporting the cult claims but had not done so by Feb. 6.

Attorney Jack Scarola, who has represented nearly 20 Epstein survivors and spent 18 years litigating cases against the pedophile, said he's never encountered evidence of religious occult practices.

What survivors need now is "total transparency and facts," he said. "Not speculation fueled by an appetite for sensationalism."

Did Epstein run a cult? What the files say

The word "occult" appears in the Epstein files only in relation to medical testing — specifically, occult blood testing, a routine medical procedure — not spiritual or religious practices.

However, conspiracy theories about Epstein and occult practices have proliferated online since the document release. They stem largely from a 2009 document that appears to contain the word "Baal," the name of an ancient Canaanite deity historically associated with child sacrifice.

The document is a JPMorgan internal memo showing a wire transfer request for an Epstein account. On a line typically reserved for bank information, the scanned text reads "Baal.name" followed by "Wachovia Bank."

Social media users quickly claimed this was evidence that Epstein had named a bank account after Baal, suggesting occult worship. But others concluded that "baal.name" was most likely "bank name," erroneously transposed during document scanning.

Conspiracy theorists have pointed to other details in the Epstein files as evidence of the occult. One email exchange suggests Epstein had three pieces of Kiswa — the sacred black and gold cloth that covers Islam's holiest shrine in Mecca, Saudi Arabia — shipped to the him in 2017. The files don't explain why Epstein sought the items or what he did with them.

Rick Alan Ross, who has studied cults for four decades, said claims of satanic and occult practices tied to sexual abuse have frequently proven baseless, including during the "Satanic Panic" of the 1980s.

"Over the past 40 years, claims that I have received concerning destructive satanic and occult practices have overwhelmingly lacked any objective evidence and instead relied upon anecdotal stories," said Ross, founder of the Cult Education Institute.

While Epstein may have used coercive control techniques to manipulate victims — including social isolation, gaslighting and control of information — Ross said he has seen no evidence Epstein ran a religious cult "though there are most probably aspects of his ongoing manipulation, which may have been 'cult like.'"

Law enforcement investigators have described Epstein's sex-trafficking operation as "cultlike" in its structure, resembling a pyramid scheme where victims were recruited and then became recruiters themselves. However, no agency has indicated Epstein ran an actual religious or ideological cult.
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Hannah Phillips is a journalist covering public safety and criminal justice at The Palm Beach Post. You can reach her at hphillips@pbpost.com.

This is what I know. Over 1000 young girls were taken by Epstein during his ongoing trafficking activities. Many have come out and told their story. The government has been slow, extremely show, in dealing with this man since, 2008 and possible before. Many of the men involved have already been identified and brought to justice in some way. NONE of those under this president has been allowed to be identified and prosecuted.  

I've read the book by Virginia Giuffre. It is available on Book Readers Heaven...

Whether or not a religious being was involved is, to me, irrelevant... We DO KNOW THAT MANY MEN WERE USING AND ABUSING YOUNG GIRLS AS BROUGHT TO THEM BY EPSTEIN AND HIS PIMP. EVIL IS EVIL AND DOES NOT NECESSARILY HAVE TO HAVE A RELIGIOUS CONNECTION TO HAVE IT "CLAIMED" TO BE... AS WE HAVE SEEN UNDER THIS ADMINISTRATION. 

Do YOU Care? Do You say You're Sorry--And Mean It? Thoughts On the Elderly in America... God's Love; God's Truth

 

Several days ago,  I was at a doctor's office... I was sitting waiting. I would watch people coming in, so that when an elderly oriental woman came in, in a wheelchair, with a belt around her chest to keep her upright, I noticed... She paused her chair while a man went on to the window... probably by the age difference, her son, was my guess. But he had to ask her something, so she maneuvered around within the waiting room and went to the window. Suddenly the man cussed so loudly that we all heard him--he had not known she was behind him, I guess. But instead of saying something like, oops, sorry didn't know you were there, he went on, yelling, I told you last week...whatever...he then stormed by me leaving the woman to follow and went out into the hall. She slowly wheeled her chair by... I couldn't help myself, I reached out twice to her, touching her arm, the second time she slowed. I quietly said. "You need somebody to care for you that doesn't yell at you..." She spoke out of the corner of her mouth, softly, "thank you." and rolled on. Once outside he began speaking loudly again. I imagined that he must have asked her what happened. I don't know... I almost got up to follow them, but figured that it could become even louder and disruptive. 

I still worry about her. My friend Manny recently talked about the difference in being old, and being an elder... Unless we know the individual we may not know the difference. So, I say to you... Anybody who is older deserves at least respect and kindness. They may not have the history of an Elder as the term is used by Indigenous People (and that is also very important), but, as soon as I got into the car, I started talking about what happened to my caretaker... 

She has been the perfect person for me in so many ways. But most of all she has been kind and constantly courtesy from the very beginning... I cringe, wondering what physically might have also been going on with this woman... I learned yesterday that it could be so much worse for many... Your heritage of respecting your elders is so very important... How I wish that it could be so for everybody.

I had made a mistake about the time for my appointment. I'm sorry is all I could say, but she never raised her voice and when I asked her for help, she immediately turned away from the confusion asking what I needed...I think of that song, They Will Know We Are Christians by Our Love. Her love speaks to me each time I see her...

There is so much hatred, violence, and lies that are being used to incite terrible feelings for each other... How and why has this happened? It is certainly not how people were even a decade ago...

And worst of all, those who are inciting these terrible emotions are using religion as a basis for doing these acts!

I was one of the lucky ones. I reached 70 and had never been in the hospital after I was born... But then I had to "schedule" each thing that was happening. Priority 1 was to remove a tumor from my brain. Second priority was to replace my left hip...

Third priority was to have cataracts removed from both eyes one right after the other. Of course, Covid had kept me inside for about the two years... Still, with physical therapy, I have done well... And am able to take care of myself for most days. What would I do if I were confined to a wheelchair, unable to ever get out? It is hard to imagine, yet, I watched the woman, perhaps even around my present age, yet she looked so much older due to, in my thought, because of poor care for herself, poor care of the routine things done each day...

Other more routine things such as incontinence I can deal with, with medication and appropriate support supplemental clothing. Yet, I recognize that, without my caretaker, Rachel, I would not have been able to do as much as I do--taking the time for blogging, reading keeping my routine busy, my mind involved...

During Covid families seemed to come together, yet, it was the president's failure to pull America together, choosing instead to make a big deal out of using masks, having vaccine... and, yes, lying about what was going on...

I am so sick and tired of republicans lying to us. I was amazed to learn today that House Leader Johnson had decided to do his job... Perhaps, he really is a Christian, and has realized that if He didn't change, he would be losing the loyalty that comes from us seeing that he is acting in love and concern for citizens, no matter what political party...

Have you noticed and realized that the republican party keeps harping about not acting on the border, yet it was with Trump's demand that the House NOT acted upon a bi-partisan group who had put together a border security which was stopped... And then lies started coming out, blaming the other party for not doing anything about the border, republicans such as by Marjorie Green and other MAGA Conservatives... Johnson realized that he wanted to be on the right side of history... But I hope he is also striving to regain being on the right side of God our Father...

Let's get very specific. The Republican Party, with Trump as their leader refuses to ban military rifles, have no desire to control the purchase of guns...Our children are dying... Hate for anybody different than a white national christianity is...just...not...of... the God I know... the Jesus I Know...

My God is A God of Love

My God is a God of Truth

God Bless

Gabby

Family Saga Moves from Pre-Civil War to Present Time by Bobby Dennis Jr. Great Street Lit Based Somewhat Upon Facts...

In the spring of that year a young slave girl, 15 years old, named Amanda ran away from a big plantation near Charlotte North Carolina. The plantation was the Kane plantation. They didn't grow cotton, born, or wheat. What they grew were slaves...

Since importing slaves had been outlawed, the country sought to grow its own. On the Kane plantation, they grew only enough food stuffs to feed the slaves and the Kanes. A work force was necessary, so they had to have an overseer, his name was Elmer Spivey... Elmer had also fathered at least 15 more children from slave women, and made sure they were quickly sold. There was one slave woman who wouldn't have him. A big, jet black slave, named Bessie... She was a pure blood Zulu from the coast of Africa... Bessie was the favorite of the plantation owner, one Thaddeus Matthew Kane...Thad Kane was Amanda's father. Bessie was her mother, the only slave woman Thad had ever had.

A pure blood Mandingo who came to America...by the name of Josh, fell in love with her and she with him. Her pregnancy was the result of their affections...Elmer pulled his pistol and shot Josh dead...Amanda waited in the shadows with an axe. As he passed her she stepped out and sung the axe, and cleaved his head in two...She took off running; six months pregnant...

BloodLine of A Kane

By Bobby Dennis, Jr.

If this is not a genealogical study of one family, I wouldn't know what was--Even if most of the names are fictional! The author has clearly demonstrated the emphasis of "putting family first" and how it was drilled into them right from the beginning--drilled in by love as well as guidance to each child.

The Kane family began when a pregnant teenager ran away from the slave plantation where her father was the master and her mother was a Zulu from Africa who was kept only for the master, as he wished... When Amanda had been born, the same message went out to everyone, but that didn't stop Amanda falling in love and then her lover being shot! She ran, not knowing where she will go!

Amanda was on the run for three months when she stumbled into a Cherokee Indian Camp. The women of the camp helped her but the tribe also had welcomed a shaman priest who also had "run away." When Tan Lao Tzu saw her, he claimed her immediately as a second wife, knowing that he would and did have to fight other braves who challenged him...

I think this was my favorite part of the book, as Tan Lae Tzu as well as his present wife and child took in Amanda and they became what would become the beginning of the Kane bloodline. Mandy and Yellow Bird became as sisters and cared together for the family. But they also learned about what they would do to ensure they could protect the family, including learning how to use all the weapons available to them as well as Kung Fu.

He was black as midnight with a
head full of dark curly hair...A
beautiful and health boy...

By the time Raven was 15 years old, he was
 the biggest man in the camp and he would grow
 bigger. He stood 6'3"and weighed 220 chiseled

pounds. He wore his hair in two thick braids

 that hung down his back. The only warriors

 in the camp who could stand with him her his

 father and brothers.

I couldn't help picking out my vision of the baby Raven hs he grew to head of the Kane family...I image he would have been a serious boy having learned so much--including how to read and write English, Indian and Chinese... He also learned much about being a shaman...

 "Raven and Little Bird. In time they will be the

greatest warriors this tribe has ever had.

 Each family group is attached to a clan. By virtue

 of Sparrow being my wife, we're a branch of the

 Bear clan. So we represent the head of the clan, 

the others will follow our lead...   

The next morning Lao Tzu went to the Tepee where Amanda was the night before. He brought her a buckskin dress and moccasins for her feet, and a bowl of food. He ducked thru the entrance as she lay there asleep with the baby in her arms. The baby was wide awake and quiet, his eyes followed Lao as he came across the room. Lao had never seen such awareness in one so young, or the eye control. He knew this would be a great one with the proper training and he planned to be the one to train him...

They headed to the trading post which was a weeks ride from the camp...
As the six Braves rode up to the trading post they noticed a group of horses with blue and yellow saddle
blankets, with crossed sabers and the legend U.S. on the corner...
They dismounted and each grabbed a bundle of pelts and entered the trading post...
As Raven and his crew came to the counter and laid down their pelts, Sam Purdy offered them a drink.
Ray and his band never drank the white man's fire water. They had seen its results so they turned it down.
Sam Purdy turned up his lips, sneered then asked. "You too good to drink with us nigger?"
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At the time they began to have sufficient skins to trade, they went to the closest trading post. It only led to trouble...

But it was those that had been at the post, when they met the Kane clan, who faced their deaths... I really believe that it was how the white men treated them that brought about the inclusion of violence in their lives. I wish I could say that it would not have happened any place else, but history already proves what happened. Still, after the deaths were hidden away, They took over the trading post, planning to ensure that the Indians were no longer cheated! But soon the town had grown and one man from the white side of town learned that a railroad would be stopping there and started plans to take over all the land that would be needed... 

And so the Kate clan grew... As children married outside of the clan, Raven would talk to the family about his family and offer to bring them in as part of their protection for all family... But outside influences started to bring in drinking, drugs and more...

Ogilvey was turned into a killing field and the whites were running. Chaos reigned, as the whites approached the ranch of the Bird Clan.

Deaths of family members began... Revenge was sure to follow...

The Saga continues through decade after decade as family fought to stay together and to receive the honesty, integrity and  protection that the Clan offered to others. The book continues along historical activities that occurred to help readers keep track of the time line. 

Content is violence and graphic intimate sex within marriage is included. There were maybe a few instances outside of marriage but most connection resulted in marriage. Both of these areas, I felt, were handled as well as can be expected. There were few times when actions were initiated by Clan members, except in response to somebody's move against them. But when that happened, the whole Clan took over!

The only problem I had with the story had nothing to do with the story... There were lots of editorial issues...so beware... if that bothers you enough not to want to read the book... Myself, when I read up front--"like to thank the Florida D.O.C and their policy of not letting prisoners in disciplinary confinement have library books and the unnamed correctional officer that took the one I smuggled in; couldn't have done it without you! A word to those who hated and didn't! believe. I told you..." I don't know about you, but those in prison are meant to be helped, I thought...If they cannot read books, it seems that would lead to more trouble than if they could keep their minds occupied!

So...I'm going to recognize just what Bobby Dennis Jr. had to go through to get his book published! and Highly recommend it as an in-depth look of how a slave runaway became the matriarch of the Kane Clan who stayed together for almost 100 years! Great story!

Congratulations and I hope you keep writing and maybe make enough money that, next book, you can maybe get some helper from an editor! Good Luck with your future story telling.

GABixlerReviews

About the Author

Bobby R. Dennis was born on Oct.2, 1960 during the height of the Civil Rights Movement. He has lived through the turbulent 60's, the free love era of the 70's. He witnessed some of the most traumatic events of the century. He is the son of a convicted drug king pen, who has served time in several maximum security prisons in the Florida D.O.C. It was there that he discovered his knack for writing the stories of the life he has lived. It was there while serving 25 years for armed robbery that he met Ausha Rogers and the two developed a bond that was a strong as brothers. While both were on disciplinary confinement a shake down took place and a novel was taken from Bobby because the policy of the D.O.C was that the only reading material allowed in D.C was religious material. Bobby's anger coupled with boredom gave him the will to try and write a novel of his own. It was there that the draft for what would later be called The Redemption was written. Ausha was the first one to read the book and from his response the dream of Hoodwrittens as well as The Kane family saga was born. Ausha was released first and Hoodwrittens became more than a dream it became a reality. We intend to introduce to the world what we label as " Fac-tion, a combination of fact and fiction!

Dark, Sexy Noir Heightens Tension in Latest Novel Open Wound by Blackie Noir!

1. Attention: Just got word that this book has been revised and updated and expanded... I already had that book as well so since I'm a fan of Blackie... I'll be reading it and will update this review... ASAP... GB  Kiss Me Evil is the new title so if you want to go ahead and get it...make sure it is the latest!
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Trash had always said I was a mark, I guess somewhere down the line it was inevitable he would feel that it was up to him to prove it. Well, prove it he had. In spades.

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Yet, Trina’s recent behavior gave me the mind-set, the fortitude, the fucking balls, to resist this most transparent, yet powerful, ploy. Fuck being a mark, I was through. Of course, having the insatiable Roxi waiting in the wings had a lot to do with my new-found resilience. It felt good when I shook my head, said, “Uh-uh. I’ll pass.”

~

Sad as I felt; and I did want to reach out, console Roxi, the singer, womanhood in general, there was another, stronger, reaction. I wanted to lash out, crush and maim, kill the motherfuckers responsible for that kind of pain and agony. What did that make me? Some dipshit with a Lancelot complex? Or, was I just another violence prone psycho? Or, and most disturbing to me, was I, as Trash had said, simply a mark. A stone sucker for a sob story.

~

“You fucking pussy. You got nothing left. You used to be down, Nicky. Had a set of balls on you man . . . Now? Shit. You’re worse than a mark, Nicky. You’re nothing. I don’t even know you.”

~~~

Open Wound

By Blackie Noir

So why did I start with the definition of Noir? Well, I've been somewhat unclear when I've read earlier novels by Blackie Noir. More Neo-Noir? So Blackie, I have to say that, with this novel, you've made it perfectly clear! And have created a true Noir novel, as defined by the experts, in my opinion. Wow! Whew! And Lots More of those emotional reactions!!!

Take for instance, the main character. Does he fit the definition? You bet! He's a victim and definitely self-destructive...

I liked him a lot...

But probably not for why you think...  I thought it was a perfect individual to star in this noir novel... But I also saw that he was indeed a mark... But he knew it, I think, and really didn't want to change.

The ending was perfect for me and I'll tell you why if you've read it and don't understand it...

The brass plate on his door read, Dr. Isaac Rosen. “Ike” to me. For over fifteen years Ike had tended to my basic medical needs. Trina’s too. He also did work above the norm, things related to my profession. On the two occasions I had sustained serious cuts, Ike had been the one who did the suturing. On things beyond the median he sought out, and referred me to, experts, the best in their specialties. Things like the surgeries to repair my right hand. Things, like the problem with my retina.

“You know Nick, Katrina . . . ? 
Well, you really are a lucky man.” 
“Right. Wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” 
He pointed at me.  “Don’t. That kind of talk makes you sound like a ‘fool’s luck’ recipient.” 
“Fool’s luck?”
“Yes, such as a fellow who has it all; wonderful wife, excellent health, respect of his peers, yet is too ignorant to appreciate his good fortune.”
 “Tell me something, Ike. This good fortune of mine, does it extend to the condition of my eye?” Smiling, he said,     
“As a matter of fact it does.”

~~~

 Nick has a multi-million dollar contract on the table, waiting for him to sign, when he's told that he will need to have surgery on his eye and he'll never be able to box again... After the anger, curses, and options are considered, he recognizes he has no choice...

The surprising thing is that he's more afraid to tell his wife, than to accept his future life...

Whether it was lust or love, Nick accepted his wife as she was--greedy. So he automatically feared that he would lose her when he was no longer making big money...

Which was true..

Her response was to tell him to go ahead with the fight and possibly lose his eye, and then afterwards have the surgery... Needless to say that even though he had been prepared, he was still crushed...

And let's face it, it was clear she had married him for his money... Now she was giving him an ultimatum. Fight or flight, for her! 

At times like this, he had to get out and get some air... Trash had been a friend for many year and kept his bike in his shop...

But when he arrived, there was somebody else who was working...And Nick liked what he saw! So did Roxi...

Still smiling, she reached out, touched my swollen cock, began to gently knead it through my jeans. Talk about a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming semi. The jade heat of her eyes was reducing me to roadkill. The firm even pressure of her fingers turning back the clock to the fevered released of a twelve-year-old boy at the hand of his first girlfriend. 
Trash's voice brought the time-machine to a screeching halt.     
"Roxi! What the fuck are you doing?"
The girl broke eye contact, dropped her hand, stood up. I took a few steps back, began breathing again. 
Trash grinned, "Fuck is that all about?"
Roxi grinned back, "Making me a new friend."
"Oh. That how you do it? 'hi my name is Roxi. How bout I such your dick, get acquainted?' That the proper etiquette?
"I wasn't sucking his dick." She looked at me, winked. "Yet."
"Yeah, well, I ain't paying you to suck his dick, shine his shoes, or whatever else you were doing down there. Besides, you're way late. Nick here is taken." 
Roxi stepped over to me, touched my nipple with her fingertip. I stepped back, she followed, wrapped both of her hands around my bicep. Squeezing, she said, "Taken? Maybe before me. Now? Looks ripe and read." 
Trash lit up, laughed, blowing smoke at us, "Shit. Give it a rest. Rox.

~~~

Roxi made it quite clear that she thought she could pull Nick away from his present lover. She was right. Thing was that she was different from his wife. She'd invited him to dinner, made at her home and Nick began to see what it would be like to be with somebody as a partner rather than a wallet...

Too bad that she had already made a deal that was sure to screw Nick over... But when they kept seeing each other, she confessed to Nick...

It seemed clear to me that money was not a big deal with Nick, except as it represented how much effort, work and pain had been involved in his getting it. But as things moved forward, he began to realize that none of his supposed close friends were able to be trusted--when his money was part of the equation!

Lots of sex, violence, and action in this novel, so if you don't want to read similar to what is here, please don't buy it... Some of the twists were given to readers, others were nasty to contemplate for Nick as well as we who are reading!

It seemed to me that Nick might have been an easy mark, but when it came down to how the individuals involved were treating him, in return, then he could become the aggressor. It also seemed sad to me, that, as a boxer, violence was more a part of the lives of others than the one who was fighting and winning to earn his money... 

For me, the novel was true to the genre... while the main character was...true to himself. An Excellent blend by the author! Enjoy...if you dare...


GABixlerReviews

Decades ago Raymond Chandler taught me the only French word I know . . . 'noir.'
Ever since, I've been jonesing for dark, hard-boiled, pulp style, crime fiction. From the genre's original innovators: Chandler, Hammett , Cain . . . to today's neo-noir stalwarts: J. L. Burke, Connelly, Pelecanos, Leonard, Teran, Lehane, et al.
Call me voracious. I devoured their work. Inhaled the dark smoke permeated ambiance where it all played out.
I read, and continue to read, them all.
It was while reading the newcomers, the young turks, that I decided . . . reading was no longer enough. I had my own tales to tell. Characters that kept nagging at me, urging me, beseeching me, demanding that I bring them to the page. Those who have met them through my work know . . . these are not gentle folk. Their petitions aren't meant to be taken lightly. So, in an attempt to appease those raucous demons, I sat down in 2000 and began my first novel . . . "Freeway Pigeons."
I completed "Freeway Pigeons" in 2001. That was the opening of a mysterious and magical door. Just what was behind that door? Lady, or tiger? Funny, I'm still not certain. Still, I wouldn't change things. I'd cross that threshold again in a heartbeat . . . undaunted. And why not, I've been blessed with a cornucopia of encouragement.
Who encouraged me?
Every writer, genius or plodder . . . visionary or hack, who ever made me laugh or cry, rage or sigh, become more aware or escape the doldrums. Every scribe, word-weaver or poet who had my heart trying to bang its way out of my chest or sing with the angels.
All of them. Man or woman, fresh or ancient, who moved me emotionally. Entertained and educated me. Kept long and sometimes lonely vigils with me. Gave me the unmitigated joy of a good read. THEY encouraged me . . . every last one.
I owe them.
I believe the best way I can repay that debt is through you, you the readers.
If I can deliver the joy, the escape, the spiritual catharsis of the coveted 'good read' to you, then at least a part of my debt has been paid.
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Standard bio stuff: Started life on the cold coast (N.Y.C.) wended my way west to the land of sunshine, surf, and strange (L.A.).
Interests: Books. Books! Books!! Books!!! BOOKS !!!!!
Other interests: Music (as played / sung by others). Movies. Physical activities (running, free-weights, hiking). BIKES! (Harleys & old-Triumphs).
Bottom line: Family. (what it's all about)
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