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Tears of a Shadow: The King, Marilyn and Me: Stella Patchouli's engaging memoir has been reprinted. Tears of a Shadow is a fast paced, exciting read, full of non-committal sex, drugs and revealing celebrity encounters. It is an absorbing rollercoaster ride from the snow capped mountains of Switzerland to the musically rich, smoke filled clubs of Paris and a certain hilltop mansion in Memphis, Tennessee. Read EIN's full review and Interview-by: -NIGEL.PATTERSON http://www.elvisinfonet.com
Mookie, 2005
Elvis Presley, David Bowie, "Smiling Jack", Warren Beatty, Omar Sharif, Marilyn...
Whose SHADOW is it, anyway?
Whose Oscar was it, anyway?
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Stella Patchouli, 2005
PROPHETS in AMERICA
T. BOONE PICKENS is the SEXIEST MAN ALIVE! Yesterday's sex-appeal ala Mister Universe is long dead and gone. These days, doing the right thing not only for self but also for others is what makes someone attractive. That's why I find T.Boone oh so very sexy. But this discovery of mine isn't without a few strings attached. He cannot promote Drilling South, West, and surely not in ANWR, the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. If he agrees, then he'll be theMESSENGER mankind's been waiting for to save us all, the earth, the sea, and God's beloved pets, the animals who're losing their habitat and food by the minute due to mankind's un-kindness. T. BOONE PICKENS CAN save all that and more. And for that, I'll love T.BOONE PICKENS from here to eternity.
ROD SERLING
predicted the future so precisely in his Twilight Zone TV series. He was one of a kind genius. I wonder if he knew his vision would come to pass as a matter of fact. Welcome to the future!
One of my favorite T-Zone episode is The Eye Of The Beholder, the one where this ala Marilyn Monroe beautiful woman is forced by law to undergo plastic surgery in order to fit in - by looking like the rest of the population who look like a mixture of monkey and pig and oh so ugly. Serling predicted a future where beauty is seen through the eyes of mediocrity, and therefore on its way to extinction. Actually, each episode is a futuristic revelation on its course to realization. I hope not to be here when they come To Serve Man, because they are coming! It's mankind's karma for eating innocent animals, wearing their skin.
ANDY WARHOL said, "In the future everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes". A genius, or a visionary?
That prediction is today's reality. Seen your Mama on TV lately? What...your housekeeper is now a big star on a reality show...has a mansion on TV-land, and you just lost your real life house to...Max Headroom? Oh, vey, as they say!
MAX HEADROOM is my favorite digital PROPHET (late 70's early 80's). I loved the complexity of events in his movie version where the world is controlled by television . Max's world is ours for keeps. It ain't pretty. But no one will ever know cuz everyone is famous for at least 15 minutes now, sculptured by plastic surgery to look alike, and live happily ever after - on camera, in the twilight of Max Headroom monkey see monkey do electronic world. I also believe that INGRID NEWKIRK of PETA is one of God's favorite daughters, and that DARWIN was a very confused man, bewildered by wonders of nature. He was a small man who just couldn't see the big picture - the infinite Universe created by an Intelligence greater than his ego. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, soul to God. Of course...until they come--To Serve Man!
Ironically, my friend Silly Billy called me the other day, breathless and confused, he asked if he could borrow one of my finches: "I just saw a UFO landing right in my backyard. Out came Charles Darwin. He walked up to me and said he'd just met the Creator of the universe and would like to introduce to him his (Darwin's) theory of evolution, and if I could get him a finch so he could demonstrate..." I know. It hurt when I laughed, too.
Let's not forget EDGAR CACEY, the "Sleeping Prophet". May he rest in Peace!
Dear Prime Minister Stephen Harper: Canada's Ice Floes Turn Red With the Blood of Baby Seals
Dear Prime Minister of Canada, STEPHEN HARPER:when people kill people, they always have a good reason...When people kill innocent BABY SEALS, no reason is good enough. What's your take on MURDER for PROFIT?
Stella and that Elvis' guy named Jerry Schilling, Memphis, August 1975. Jerry walked out on the sick, tired, broke, sad and lonely Elvis a few months before his death
Waiting for Elvis...Stella riding Elvis' favorite horse. Graceland, 75.
Mookie
Mookie's Open Letter To: STEPHEN HARPER, Prime Minister of Canada
Dear Mister Harper:
My seal friend living in Canada just got a baby, a boy named Sue. But she won't be able to watch her happy and playful son grow. I'm told that your people will be clubbing Baby Sue to death. They may decide to put a bullet right between his big beautiful eyes. And his mother will be watching helplessly. The world will be watching helplessly.
My Mom wants you to ask Sir Paul McCartney to write a check for one million dollars on behalf of those fishermen's no-kill fund before he gives all his money to that woman, Heather. Other billionaires should follow because, Mom says, talk is cheap, meow, aha.
Boy Sue, his family and friends can't take-off and go to another city, or get another job. But their killers can.
Please, show mankind that YOU are a kind man.
Meanwhile, I boycott Canada's seafood. Sue me. Kind regards, Mookie the cat P.S. super humans of super powers and civilization should not kill helpless innocent Baby Seals. get educated, check out http://www.Peta.org
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Pussy whispers... Blog excerpts from 03/05 and 11/06 - 01/22/08 by Stella Patchouli
I learned my English through sound, by listening to rock 'n' roll music, watching American movies and TV. How I manage to write screenplay or a memoir, is beyond me.
I'm a child of exile and a self proclaimed world citizen. I was 6 years old when my family decided to move out of our dysfunctional country, Iran, and exiled to Europe. At the age of 13, I quit going to school and ran away from our home in Switzerland and lived in nowhere-land, alone, and made a living in the nude as an artist for it was the only way to get an instant work permit -always for a short term stay - in different countries: a day in Rome, a week in Amsterdam, a month in Madrid, a night in Milan...
No one ever told me I was too young to tango. Luckily, the world was a safer place then, because we had something called RESPECT - the antidote for many social problems we're facing these days. There were no KGB style political correctness enforcement necessary!
Then came Paris, "the blonde whore", as they call her in France...
I kept making my bed my way, wherever, whenever, between a rock and a hard place.
Now, I'm trying to learn the universal language of the soul so I can communicate better withall living things. Hope is never conclusive.
In a way, like an empty handed Treasure Hunter running out of breath in deep waters, I spent a lifetime roaming the earth looking for God not knowing that the Glory was within my reach all along - in a book called The Bible. Hmm, who knew?!
Anywhoo, I became an American citizen in the year 2000. The celebration didn't last...
9/11 blew my mind away...into a dark tunnel... of depression... The light of Truth was dimmed...
Talking about the ravaged planet... "Mother Earth, I cry for you!" We must not point finger at "A" political party or "A" man for our gluttony and greed, which has resulted in plundering, polluting and exhausting the earth's resources.
Global warming is just one of the side-effects of man-made agendas...We are overpopulated! Whose fault is it? Yours and mine, and only yours and mine. George W. Bush is NOT the CEO of the world's waste management. "We the people" are.
Oh, well, the English language too has crossed the boundaries of its origin. To reduce linguistic nostalgia (after long chitchats with my AMIGOS and COMRADES in Los Angeles) I usually watch an old Hollywood movie or two, like the ones I used to watch as a kid,and rejoice hearing real American English.
I credit Elvis Presley for introducing America and the English language to us kids in Europe. . My generation was the luckiest of them all because we had an "Elvis Moment", a rush that got us higher than any latest drug; a feeling and a culture that united kids and teenagers of all races and religion from
all around the world - and all that without iPods, My Space, emails, or cell phones! Just his music, voice, and looks.
We were Americans without ever being here. Elvis was the salvation of all youth worldwide, and introduced not only rock 'n' roll, but also rhythm and blues, opening the door for many to come...
In my opinion, Elvis Presley was the greatest honorary American Ambassador to the United Nations! The English language is the best tool to unite America. Encouraging any other language is about separatism , an un-American agenda. Now, Mookie darling, repeat after me: GOD BLESS AMERICA. That's right, my love. That's right. ***********************************************************
Turning heads in Paris: Stella, age 20, at Sacré-Coeur de Montmartre.
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FRENCH PROVERB: "If you're a natural born idiot, you don't necessarily have to die as one". Paris-France. Crime scene photo: age 22, my obvious love-affair with slaughtered animal skin.
12-15-06 Memories are made of this...
Ahmet Ertegun died yesterday, and today it snowed in southern California and I said to myself, "Wow!"
Frankly, I thought he'd live forever and bury us all... He had a thousand lives and lived every single one of them to the fullest. Ahmet's final curtain call - by chance or not - was the grandest of them all. It got my standing ovation for where and how it happened the way it did: celebrating an American President's birthday with the Rolling Stones (his bad ole boys ), and above all, being close to the one he loved with oh so intense obsession, MICK JAGGER. And then - poof! He did a Houdini.
In over 30 years of friendship I saw him sad only once. That was in the 90s in Beverly Hills, California, around 3 a.m. in the morning. Everyone had left the party and I was the last to say goodbye. He asked me to stay and listen to some music.
He played a tape that was written or produced by his late brother, Nesuhi. He sat there on a chair; his head low, and listened to the songs while tears ran down his face. He started sobbing. My heart ached. Quietly, I tiptoed out of his suite so he could share the moment with his brother's spirit - because memories are made of this... I was 19 when we met in Paris. He wanted me to come to America and become a recording artist. "I'll make you a star!"
But I was too shy to follow.
A few years later, I gave him a demo tape of mine. He heard it and said it was great, then we had a few drinks and he told me, "This tape of yours...it's the worst thing I've ever heard in my entire life!" I think he meant it because he never asked me to sing again!
"The music scene is getting too vulgar," he said, and in 1995, he arranged for me to set up my own production company Inc., and warned me, "Those sharks in the movie industry will chew you up and spit you out!" And they did.
He always took my calls throughout the years, even if he was in a meeting. I'm sure he paid that same respect to all his friends. That's just the way he was, and humble too, because he never had to compete with anyone, not even with himself. He was a Turkish Delight kinda Mogul, but was nobody's Sugar Daddy, and his heart belonged to his wife Mica, and Mick, of course.
Last time I talked to Ahmet was a few months back, in 2006. I called him in New York. He was ill, but didn't complain, and we talked about my memoir Tears of a Shadow (where he's mentioned briefly), written entirely by me and published without having it proofread! I once asked him if he believed in God and he said, "It makes no difference. When I get up in the morning I do what's put in front of me. I don't have time to think about these kind of things.." He was fearless. Well, I envision Ahmet walking the stairway to his Heaven and then finding the time to throw a party starring Ray Charles. If he invites me, I won't R.S.V.P..
We'll always have Paris: From the Embassy in Paris to being the last Imperial Ambassador of Iran to Morcoco His Excellency Farhad Sepahbody, and me -Paris,1975
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CONTENTS:
The Promised Land (1) Samson and Bogie (2) God is watching (3) The House of Lola Montez (4) Bhiskey! (5) Paris by night, the CRAZY years (6) Kiss the moon for me - The Knight in Shining Armor - The Ball of the Vampires - The Blue Pantherr - The Schmuck who came to dinner - The greatest show on earth - A Gentleman and a Showgirl - Onassis' Riddles - I need a man, a macho man - Popcorn, Curry, Salvador Dali (7) A Summer to Remember (8) A Heartbreak Hotel in Las Vegas (9) MURDER in MEMPHIS (10) Dr. Nick's Office - A second chance - Brown sugar and China tea - "Smiling Jack" - The WHODUNIT book - Same ole, same ole bull... - CRUCIFIED - Stop the music! (12) MARGO - Life on life's terms (13)
THE PROMISED LAND North Hollywood, California November 17, 2000
Its 4 a.m. and I'm singing the national anthem in my shower. I decide not to wash my hair and waste an extra hour to blow dry the darn thing. It'll look just fine as long I put it up in a bun. Then again, I hate my hair in a bun. For some reason, it makes me look like my grandmother. While brushing my hair, I notice my roots need a touch up and that platinum blonde isn't really the best color to revamp my visage. I should have dyed my hair red yesterday, or a week ago. I've grown to be such a lazy ass...Twenty long years I've waited for this day, and now I am going to the ceremony looking like my grandmother after all--or like a chunk of cheese or a bottle of red wine that's believed to be best when aged. My black suit won't look out of style because its an Armani, and my boots from that artsy fartsy store in Beverly Hills are going to turn heads, I'm sure.
A dab of perfume and a stroke of my red lipstick will turn back the clock, and voila! I'm the fresh, new me again. I'm living proof that one doesn't have to age in order to live longer. Ready to go, I grab my car keys, then look at the letter with my name printed on it. It says to show at 12:30 p.m. sharp at so and so street in Pomona. Where the heck is Pomona? I should've bought a new car, one with a map that talks. I better hurry up and hit the road or I'll never make it there on time. Frankly, I could easily get lost on the freeway, or a tire could blow up... Then I'd have to start all over again. Oh, no. I cannot imagine going through another lifetime of lingering to get an invitation from the President of the United States of America. My best bet is to stop at the Police Station next door and ask for directions. "I never take that road," says the cop. "But if I were you, I'd take the freeway that way and see what happens." He points to his left and smiles in my face. " Just watch for the sign to Bellflower," he concludes.......... ......................................... ......................................................................... II relish the scent of colorful roses in our garden, the governors mansion in Abadan, the capital city of all the oil fields in Persia (Iran). My dad, the governor, is sitting in his custom-made verandah chaise, his legs crossed, wiggling one foot. He did that whenever something bothered him - a nervous habit of sort........... . ........and in a land and times where bribery was the rule of the Rulers, my dad's approach to candor upset his political opponents, making him many enemies. Because of his position as the governor of the richest part of the country he was their roadblock to corruption. They had to find a way to get rid of him, and........... . ...........Mom taught Sia and me to accept all religions, consider all races as equal, and treat all humans with respect. What that meant, I had no clue. All I wished was to get out of the oil-stinking city and go to where my sister lived. I'd stare for hours at all the postcards she sent us, and pictured myself up there in the Western Heaven........ *Note: Ahwas is the Capitol of Khoozestan. Abadan is the capitol city of all oil fields and refineries of Khoozestan, Iran. Dad was Mayor of Abadan, and briefly Governor of Ahwaz. I don't remember much of Ahwaz. My memory connects toward Abadan, and Dad being a Governor - so I put both facts together as one - when writing "in the moment").
Excerpts, chapter 3: GOD is watching
There I was, eight years old, looking out the window of a 400-year-old castle near chateau Chillion in Vevey , Switzerland, which was transformed into one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the world. The breathtaking view of Lake Leman embracing the Swiss Alps was something I'd never imagined or seen in any movies. Mom always said God made the Universe all by himself. Looking at that immeasurable beauty, I was convinced he had some help from extraterrestrial artists........... .......... The school's principal, Sister Ruth, hadn't diffused rays of benevolence the first time she laid her eyes on me..........
.......... (Age 13)A little suitcase in hand, I quietly snuck out my window and walked the two miles in the dark to the Zurich train station. Inside the suitcase, I'd packed a pair of jeans, one pullover and an Elvis Presley album, the one with him wearing a golden suit. "When is the next train leaving?" I asked the ticket guy, trying to sound older by talking in deep-throat. "Where to?" he asked. Sheesh, I hadn't thought about that. "Uh-huh--to--Paris?" "The last train to Paris left four hours ago."..........
Excerpts, chapter 6: Paris by night, the CRAZY years...
Back in Paris from an engagement in Madrid, Spain, and..........
.......... But now, I was eighteen and broke thanks to my blind love for Manuel, the amor-matador. So, the time had come to get a new agent, one with more power than Lombard; one who could give me some stability like a steady job as a dancer - in Paris, of course! ..........
......... I dressed up pretty shooting for the stars, and went to see the biggest entertainment agent in Paris. He was in his forties, tall, blond, and blasé.
"What is it that you want from me?" he asked with great discomfort and haste as if he had to go to the bathroom.
............ There was a time when I was sixteen years old and had an engagement to do a show in Manchester, England. The Brits allowed me a 30-day visa I wished they never had. Excuse my French... .....
.......... During those first periods of my transformation from an ugly duckling into a sex goddess, I learned that in showbiz, beauty was truly in the eyes of the---no, in the hands of.......... .......... After all, I was the one chosen out of thousands of dancers from all around the world who would have given a limb to be in my tiny glass slippers…
I felt like Cinderella - at the ball just before midnight.
Excerpts, chapter 10: MURDER in MEMPHIS
........."How are you feeling today?" I asked Elvis. He stood up, looked at me, exhaled, then said: "Each time I move ma arms and do this on stage, I get dizzy." He stretched his right arm up toward the ceiling that was so low it almost touched his fingertips; ..........
..... .....IN ELVIS’ CELL…at the hospital, Linda Thompson wearing a peachy chiffon negligee, was sitting on my spot on Elvis’ bed! ..........
.......... I reached into my purse, got my make-up kit, a mini mirror, and put on some lipstick, then got out a Kleenex to pat my lips. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs distracted me. It was Elvis. A towel around his neck and over his jump suit .....
.......... Here we were, finally alone, just the two of us, my dream and me ..........
My eyes bleary, I watched Elvis go down the stairs like a shadow in slow motion, fading away from my view bit by bit. The sound of each footstep crushed my heart under. I touched my wet cheeks and tasted the tears that could’ve been his.. I started shaking uncontrollably ..........
Excerpts: Brown Sugar, China Tea
..........David Bowie jive-talked while we took a bubble bath together.....There was one annoying thing about this Ziggy-boy.....He just couldn’t stop talking about himself..........
.......... Goodbye, Paree, mon amour, my shimmering blonde whore!
All that brown sugar I’d sniffed got me so sick, I threw up in the taxi on my way to the airport. The cabby made me pay for the clean up, while yelling, "Merde alors, merde alors"!..........................
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Excerpts: CRUCIFIED
..........George Klein, the only member of the "Memphis Mafia" who wasn't on Elvis' payroll. ...............
..........George Klein's revelation and him trusting me with his sacred secret erased any doubt I may have had about him being part of the conspiracy..........
.........."Jesus was crucified," I whispered. Astound, he suddenly stopped crying. "So was Elvis, so was Elvis!" he said, trembling. .....
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Until my Marilyn and I meet again: " I expect to pass through life but once. If, therefor, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow-being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again ". -William Penn
My Marilyn, the miniature Persian... "...I look into her eyes and see the infinite universe in aqua-green..."
