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Why are you, as a man, standing like that. Trying to seduce other men ??

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La Societal Mujer, de Murcia y Sorbonne, Mita 

Everything is reconciled, with the knowledge that I’d been given the honor, with realization after being in the dark, that we, having fought with all the graces, for our children and in mother’s case, whether, all my children and step children, inclusive of Lucky and Gia --Tallia, Bella, Kaylee, my children with Erica, my children with the McAllister, and, Malec ...

I’m asked, about, life, with mother, that usually the rugged invidualist was the only route and ideal life for the American once you turn 18 you’re off on your own and the journey in the wild is there. For all of us, in some fashion, when you’re in the advent of Apocalypse, if not Apocolpyse now Either the life of Cain and Able...and celebrations hard to come by

Mother, worked two sometimes three jobs, at a time, I was a working scholar, and she earned her PhD in her 60′s in nursing after working in travel and tourism for twenty years. 

In between, she worked in Retail for Bonwit Teller, I-Magnine and Lord and Taylor, before working for TWA, American Express, Hyatt, Banana Republic as a Travel Consultant, and Hotel Nikko -- using Sabre and Pars, until she worked for Hotel and Travel Consultants, and then needed insurance for her chld and herself, in the advent of the Grande Luchar, worked for Northwestern Medical Faculty Foundation, 

She earned her PhD, after sometime in Nursing at Claremont McKenna, and Economic and Medical Geography at North Carolina and NC State. and her Licenciate at Sorbonne, Nouvelle an Pantheon-- Management where she is a head trustee. And, after what we’d been through, her, judges, of her theses at Sorbonne determined, that she passed because of what she’d done for her son, in nursing me through the apocalypse and the advent of it and what she’d done for me by guiding me through the sanitarium, as my caregiver, and much more--- buying my writing, investing in my work. That, was what healed me most -- in her winter years, she became my benefactor in the end. 

She and I been through many wars, fought wars against, the evil empire of tobacco who had family ties amongst us -- relative to Hatfield and McCoys, that tried to assasinate us --we fought each other, in our hatfield vs McCoys, it was the Evil Cigerrette Empire against the survivors using any means they could, who witnessed what they did to our children and family,

My mother married a great man -- she met him while he was in his last year in high school at San Beda and just entering the Royal Pontificate University of Santo Tomas as a Fine Arts and Advertising/Printing Major, and he was a great tennis player who played tennis at the Makati Country Club  --he won the 1972 arts competition in Photo Essay, and later became a successful publisher for a Reed Publishing Affiliate and after retiring opened his own company--and then became an intelligence officer for Cuba and the Philippines-- Rene is a second generation Cuban/Filipino Intelligence officer and I am the third, and we’re third generation UC Fellow’s my wife is the fourth, my daughter is the fifth, so are my ex’.,  After boarding school in Fribourg Switzerland and studying French at St Joseph Israel, my my mother was finishing college at Maryknoll as an international studies major before she took a job at the airport as a translator and agent, translating anywhere from English, Spanish and French, where she caught the attention of an Air France official while she was doing French translations, and Air France offered her a job, at any position but, she told her we were already planning our move to America. 

Just prior to our leaving, we visited the family cabin, in Bagiou, where it was cold, it was the only time I recall it snowed, and I saw a Chinese girl, and I am not sure now if I was dreaming. Every time we’d go to Bagiou we’d go boating and horse back riding or strawberry picking. I’d fallen off the horse and after that I’d never got back on the horse.

I can’t say the name(s) or the clan, whom we fought with, in these wars for our survival, against the Cigerrette Empire, but I assume it was their survival too, because, we didn’t just give up our lives, although, we almost died of cyanide, lead, metalloids, severe split personality --mainly of also the Amoeba Devil Larvae from related Poisoned Water and I didn’t realize why we were all getting cancer and the resistance was so strong. That slowly but surely, we all were getting cancer and or diabetes, and dying slowly, and I thought all along, it was the fact, sheer fact, we were Cuban/Filipino Intelligencia -- I thought all Cuban Intelligencia died that way -- Of Kampala. It was our Romanov Story.

I realized, we lived by the waters, of the Amoeba Devil Larvae and we smoked these awful Cigerrettes where we fought the War against it with our family members, who were on the other side of the fight --where we called it, nuclear ciggerrettes.

We resolved to hold the fort down, at the demarcation line at Wilson and Mission Hills, against the Huks, but pretty soon, even if we have property at Tiffany Missions, and Valle Verde at Pasig, this fight is so long against the Huks, and so many of us, are not only fighting each other but fighting the Huks, because of this Larvae, and these cigerrettes that are buying souls --

You see we know we are much like the Noble Family of the Philippines, of ambassadors, of judges, of lawyers, a family of great artists, and prominent government officials and  bankers -- sixth generation legionaires. And, yet, we’re tearing each other asunder. And we’ve lived in this fort, not far from the Wild where the Huks are. And we’re educated to fight them where, at some point, there are so few of us, we’d all realize the only way, to defeat them are as immortals, and maybe, most of us, are women.

My mother was the most injured person I know because she made the most sacrifices and lived in the most vulnerable places -- she lived past the fort, in the wild. And she drank the nuclear water and smoked their cigerrettes, but we fought our war against them, til our dying day, til we got ressurected, and its the only possible way we’d win.

The empire of this great, 214 Noble House Saga --  meant, that, the greatest gift she gave me, was she sent me away, to find my roots but also, to get me a secret Ultra Yale and Ultra Military Intelligence Education at some secret annex abroad. And I also became an Angler.

The fact that I am angler, and a great mapper, that we are a family of Anglers and Royal Geographers, allowed us to become pathfinders --in the war where at Post-Apocolypse, we found, respite through the Surrealist Communist Movement and now the Romance Empire that we based, not just on Surrealism and Romantacism, but also the Dutch East India Annex.

When she was younger, she worked two jobs, and it eventually would take a toll on her. What I remember most, is this journey, where we began, living this epicurean life, with little money in our pockets and living a lot on credits, and she’d make these beautiful dresses and we’d travel across the world on Airline Passes and get free hotel comps because she worked in the travel industry and she had friends that were notable and unforgettable.

She could write a Lover’s story of at least dear friendship  --at her brother’s wake, was her friend who gave a eulogy or gave the sermon, in John Negroponte, and when I knew that at some point, I saw evil not far, I saw him at the Hospital where she worked.

I guess there’s no irony, that our journey together, whether at the fort, or, the fight, between and beyond Good and Evil, or the journey through our Triumph beyond the surreal, 

Two men stood there through to the end and more....la cuento de la fin -- whether my father, in Rene, or John, Gore, my secret benefactors which I shall have them remain secret. The people of the Manhattan Institute -- we are of the Manhattan Society, where she lived for almost 12 years -- and there’s part of her that is a  New York Society a women who is our benefactor --that survived what was in the New York waters.

La Poema por la hermosa madre, Ode lo Mita --

The final, piece of work, was her school geografica economica de ecol Mita, en Murcia, and Sorbonne Nourvelle. Where we have a secret Mensa annex in Sans, which is code -- Nouvelle. Her legacy --

Ella trabajar por Carolina Herrera, y Chanel, por los grande mode, secretos projectos, per perfumas y sopas -- code -- Phoenix por fin grande exitos...

por grande exitos, Carolina sans Mita, y su favorito design, es Paisley, la avant colour, paisley secret code-- fin

Rene Justin B. Ocampo