SOMETHING
. . .It was July 18, 1944. A fly began buzzing around the famous conference bunker destined to be wrecked just two days later by an assassin's bomb. The fly landed on Hitler's shoulder several times as he stooped over battle maps. He irritably swatted at it and missed, while his adjutants began to snicker. . . Hitler was ill at ease and he exclaimed, "Nothing must happen to me now, because there is nobody else who could take over!" Hitler had premonitions of trouble and commented uneasily, "There is something in the air. . ."
. . .It was July 18, 1944 and there was something in the air. . . The fly was in the ointment, a pair of golden whales were in await to guide her on the [ GOLDEN PATH]. She arrived in a jeweled machine fueled by irridescent crystals, accompanied by her spectral guardians. [ Dane Rudhyer] read her astrological chart without knowing even gender of the subject. The sun in Cancer was rising in Cancer and the moon was new in Cancer. Mr. Rudhyer's comments, parsed here, went something like "Oh shit, this one's a piece of work, wouldn't wish it on anyone, glad it ain't mine, watch out world, itsa motherfucker!" Her mother had been saying the same (watch out world) for years. THAT STILL GOES YA'LL. . .WATCH OUT WORLD!
