Princess Diana

One random day pretty recently my inner self started noticing the Royal Family of England, I had never paid attention. I recall briefly noticing the tv when Princess Diana was killed, but I was a teenager who was trying to avoid anything my parents noticed, and I never grew up emulating a princess, that was my sister. I was the proud tomboy of the family, craving to be left alone and ready to throw down at any threat to my safety or peace. This is to say the lifestyle wasn't my interest or desire, so the topic went completely unexplored.

Until recently when the YouTube algorithm started sharing old Princess Diana interviews. I noticed really quickly that the entire situation was a "well packaged" presentation. Diana knew Charles her entire life, and he had a small pool of women approved to choose from. She was a child being primed for the potential to create an heir with him, everything else is the story presented to appease the masses, recreate the fairytales they created to cause the illusion to create the occupied disillusioned.

I watched interview after interview and saw a woman held, captive, and keeping her entire audience captivated with her kept them in captivity as well. Everyone in line, playing their roles.

She was spoken to horribly, the abuse was evidant. As was her honesty, her humanness, her imperfectness that resonated with humanity across the globe. They didn't care about a sweatshirt because Diana wore it, they resonated with it because they saw her comfort, and it appealed to their sense of comfort.

Connection appears to happen through tools, through mimicking, emulating, adopting, style, mannerisms. There is nothing wrong with noticing and being inspired by energy and wanting to explore it as well. I noticed 25 years after her death that connection does not die, it maintains in memory.

Media will share what Diana wore, what brands, what is still available, anything that drives the market for them.

The people, they remember her honesty, her relatable testimony, her compassion, her humility, they noticed she was a young woman, trying to evolve, trying to evolve humanity, she was an advocate in a time and in rooms when silence was the only acceptable contribution, behind a smile of course.

Diana lives in the hearts, of millions maybe billions of generations new and old across the globe, as they watch corrupt charities fail their children, seniors, animals, collecting money and guilt, and mismanaging funds, leaving little accomplished to none. They live in failed broken down systems, with the memory of the one who gave voice to their silence.

I got intrigued and looked at what has become of the family, the grandmother who to me seemed daft and dim witted to be playing the role of monarch, her two creepy sons, one a child molester who ran the globe as an international diplomat businessman with tax funded security. The second one, the prince that exploited Diana, and the married Queen Concubine Camilla, legalizing the longest affair I have seen on public television. Tearing apart the sons, or stand ins who knows, who is who, but they both married distant cousins and seem to have had some children of their own already expressing extreme personalities reacting to the control around them.

It's a really great soap honestly, there is inbreeding, affairs, births, deaths, crimes, jewels, and riches, and no accountability season after season, the people remain hooked.

What I also noticed is the complete and utter lack of results they have achieved regarding charities or human outreach in their native lands, conquered lands, or occupied and interfered with lands. They come outside on their pre-planned events with camera's ready and walk down neat little aisles separated by ropes because how dare the commoners touch such expensive clothes, that their tax dollars bought, and their ancestors sweat and bled for.

I saw a pathetic lot of humans, fighting over hand me downs, I mean inheritance, publicly. Ignoring Uncle Didler every step of the greedy and glutinous way. I think Diana would be ashamed of the silence and ineffectiveness of what we know to be her children, but who knows they are probably Camillas and Di's were hidden or never allowed to live at all. Blood tests anyone?

So, then I took it upon myself to resolve their continued neglect on addressing the structure of Buckingham Palace, sitting empty? Undergoing repairs? Costing whom and what how much?

Well, I resolved that so stay tuned and it will be presented in public essays and proposals.

Until then Stay Gold.