According to Premier, the president even asked a priest to perform exorcism rites on the palace to drive out the “evil spirits,” but the unnamed exorcist apparently failed to do so.
Temer and his family have since moved back to their former home, the official residence of the vice-president, where they had been living since 2011.
Temer could have called for the intercession of a fellow Latin American in his attempt to rid the Brazilian presidential palace of “evil spirits.”
GEORGE Michael’s family must wait at least 13 weeks to bury the star after they were hit by more delays yesterday.
A hold-up over toxicology tests means the coroner cannot release the singer’s body for another four weeks.
A family source said: “Everyone is upset and mystified by the delay.
“They just don’t understand why it is taking so long.
“It is really upsetting that George is still lying in the morgue when people want to say goodbye to him.”
The source added: “Lawyers and the executor will effectively turn off the tap on spending — meaning the gas and electric could be cut off and Fadi made to leave.”
From time to time over the coming weeks, I want to start taking some time off from the madness of daily headlines to focus on some other aspects of the planet earth worth mentioning..
Creepy.. strange.. and bizarre things. The planet is a collection of that. From the people gazing at a don’t walk sign at a stop light all the way to the people who run our open and shadow governments.
And in that vein, here is something awfully creepy. Or perhaps just sad..
Have you ever heard of the valley of the dolls in Japan?
Nagoro is a slowly shrinking village located in the valleys of Shikoku, Japan. Populated by creepy dolls, it might make you question the reality. Its inhabitants left the village in a search of employment or died. Eleven years ago, Tsukimi Ayano returned home to Nagoro. Faced with loneliness, she has populated the village with dolls, each representing a former resident. About 350 life-size dolls currently reside in the village.
The photographs taken from the village are strange.. dolls emulating people in various walks of life.. Like construction workers on highways..
….like mischievous children..
…like classrooms of people..
The entire thing is unique .. and uniquely sad. Perhaps sad more than anything else..
The Matrix moment..
Ever have one?
I did yesterday..
Let me begin by saying this: I recently had a chance to view ‘virtual reality’ in my friend’s headset. It was amazing. I was traveling in a car with Lebrone James… I even played basketball with him. The footage inside the headset is unbelievable.. when you take the piece off, your brain so convinced that what it was seeing was real, actually feels a bit bad about being back in the ‘reality’ of this world—you know, the real one?
Yesterday while walking in a hallway at work in the basement level of my building—a location I have seen and traveled to countless times through the years, I had a moment. A weird moment.. What was floating through my mind was already interesting.. I wondered, as I looked at the monotone colors of the floor and walls, if a retired person I knew came back for a day, how startled she’d be that everything was the same as it was when she left almost a decade ago. And that is when it hit me.. For a brief moment—very brief—the hallway walls became very 3D looking.. the floor looked very, very real. For a moment in time, I felt like I was walking in a virtual reality world, like everything that was “real” was only real virtually..
Yes, indeed. For that brief time—literally seconds of my life—everything was so real and vibrant. Like for the first time in years, my mind noticed I was alive. That things were around me. That or, perhaps, I felt like Truman Burbank from the Truman Show when he discovered that his entire life had been a prop and set for some multiseason television program watched by billions around the world. Of course, I have no delusion of grandeur, I am fully aware that my life has little importance in the big picture scheme of things. But then again, many other reality ‘stars’ lives don’t either but they just don’t realize it.
Anyway, all of that said, it was startling for that time. The Matrix moment, when you finally realize the computer program you’re within … you see the controls, almost.
The takeaway, after seeing the virtual reality headset scene, is that the reality of what was in front of me looked so similar and felt the same.
I snapped out of it as quick as I snapped into it. For that moment, that brief time, I was alarmed with how vibrant and almost fake looking the scene in front of me.. And then everything immediatley become dull and flat again. Everything lost that edge, and the portal of awareness I entered in came back to the lifeless walls of depression that office environments to many times exhibit.
So now what do I strive for? Another Matrix moment. Perhaps one that lasts longer—the staying power could help me search out more ‘reality’ than what I had just witnessed.
Yes, now, I will be searching for reality.
Whatever reality is anyway.