THE SONDRA LONDON BLOG

The Exorcism of Jezebel by Bob Larson

2011-01-28T15:58:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CO8VaN2bgs

Here we have an expert who tells us he Fights Evil and Wins. And to prove it, he breaks through the defenses of this victim of early trauma. He triggers a dissoc...iation and zeroes in on the broken child within. By hypnotic commands, he gives that child permission to voice her rage. Once he taps into it & gets it flowing, he jacks it up to the Bloody Murder level, spurring her on to the point of an orgasmic emotional catharsis.

His schtick is like using fire in a stage act: you have to keep the spectacle very well contained to evoke a small manageable eruption of chaos and exercising it to the point of diminishing returns. After the climax, the teaching moment for all is when he links SUBMISSION TO HIM with being a Good Girl.

I'm sure the secret to his success is his producers who vet those who wish to star in his shows, selecting those who will appeal to the audience and readily respond to suggestion. Good teeth, rosy cheeks, nice tits, & big wide-open eyes, pupils dilated in anticipation. Of course, she's got to sign a Release before there can be any Laying of Hands.
Forget the mundane waiver of premises negligence, we're talking irrevocable worldwide rights to the footage. Almost exactly like Girls Gone Wild On Satan.

As this moutebank eases into his encounter with the victim who's been preselected & primed, he tests her suggestibility. His manipulation of her escalates quickly as his testing reveals her to be an ideal subject.

If by mistake his ppl sent him someone who he quickly can tell is NOT going to make a good show after all, he'd use one of a handful of well-worn gimmicks. He must skillfully turn that one around & get him offstage without losing face.

Despite this inflammatory commercial for Larson's professional services, there is no Evil Demon in this poor woman. The frustrated housewife gets a good old-fashioned Primal Scream & a pat on the back & Youtube bragging rights.

Yet the way Larson packages it makes us associate the self-declared Problem (Demon) with the self-declared Solution (Mountebank). This is nothing new. The time-tested formula makes everybody happy & stimulated just enough to go out afterwards and blow off a little steam, errrr, so to speak. And for that people have always paid good money.

FNORD NOT BOB

2010-08-28T09:30:00.001-07:00

FNORD: Be Not Bob!

From FNORD

FNORD IF BY AIR

2010-08-20T12:41:00.000-07:00

FNORD IF BY AIR
Fnord if by sea, if by sea you mean air.

From FNORD

FNORD IF BY SEA
Fnord if by air, if by air you mean sea.

From FNORD

Fnord if by air, if by air you mean sea. Fnord if by sea, if by sea you mean air.

Developed from Carlton Hibbert's Patterns for Colouring www.patternsforcolouring.com/

JUST SAY FNORD

2010-08-19T12:29:00.000-07:00

Unsaid fnord cannot go. Developed from Carlton Hibbert's Patterns for Colouring www.patternsforcolouring.com/

From FNORD

FNORD AWARD

2010-08-18T13:43:00.001-07:00

The fnord award is not a golden apple. Developed from Carlton Hibbert's Patterns for Colouring www.patternsforcolouring.com/

From FNORD

FNORD STONE

2010-08-18T00:12:00.001-07:00

An allusion to the stone that remains after the fnord. Developed from Carlton Hibbert's Patterns for Colouring www.patternsforcolouring.com/

From FNORD

FNORD FAREWELL

2010-08-17T13:33:00.000-07:00

An allusion to all that remains after the fnord. Developed from Carlton Hibbert's Patterns for Colouring www.patternsforcolouring.com/

From FNORD

Katama Bay

2010-08-14T23:12:00.000-07:00

After reading Bridge at Chappaquiddick by Jack Olsen, I looked up the area on Google Maps and discovered this lovely composition & confluence of colors. Here is a set of six: one satellite foto of Katama Bay, plus 5 variations stylized with Virtual Painter. These hi-res images are suitable for printing large. Best viewed full-size for texture.

RESPONSE: The Thing About Sondra London

2010-08-13T06:36:00.000-07:00

Hello, it's me! Yes, The Real Sondra London (tm). I enjoyed today's post found at http://thiswasathingthathappened.blogspot.com/2010/08/thing-about-sondra-london.html; the style is entertaining, though the piece is marred by the usual inaccuracies. Now I'd like to make a couple of emendations to the record. I've written more characters than the 4,096 allowed for a comment in reply to a post, so I am just going to post this to my own blog.

Mine has been an example of a mythos that is much more widely known than my actual identity. Very few people (yourself, perhaps?) have actually read my books or the selected case studies I have posted to the web at sondralondon.com. My last three books were published by Feral House, and although FH has an excellent reputation for quality, you won't see them spending one dime on publicity, advertising, promotion. So within all the giddy hoopla there is actually something real that can be sought, found, and learned from; and yet, the silly stuff calling me a groupie and suggesting I get off on violence is what is bruited about, not without prurience on the part of das bruiters.

Schaefer was my boyfriend 1964-65 and he was a strikingly handsome boy from a prosperous family, attended mass every day, belonged to country club & yacht club. It took him about a year to confide in me his morbid urges. I was not afraid of him because he only showed me his presentable side. These episodes were breakdowns, and I was just a kid. Not a therapist. The term serial killer had yet to be coined and the very idea was unthinkable. I was uncomfortable spending my recreational time this way. I met a new guy and off I went.

I spent most of my life otherwise; fronted my own reggae band for 12 years, went from paralegal to technical writer, and by 1989 I had an office full of equipment that allowed me to do desktop publishing -- another term that was not yet coined. [When I started the Atlanta Desktop Publishers Assn. in 1985, there were a total of five of us. Within two years it was more like 200 and I had already dropped out.]

It was sort of a midlife crisis. Technical writing was boring and I didn't get to put my name on it. I'm like, SO! This is it? This is my life? If I do this really well, I'll get to do more of it! (Lather, rinse, repeat)

I started looking around for ideas of something I could write about so I could recalibrate the vector of this thing called a career: this opportunity to DO SOMETHING INTERESTING. I looked at the TV. I looked at the TV Guide. Then, as now, more than half of the words were about crime: killers & murder. Not illogically, I concluded that this was the subject that was of more interest to my culture than anything else.

I picked up the Ann Rule book about Ted Bundy and observed it was not very well written. (Ann later told me she spent 13 years writing before she could get published.) She claims in the book she knew Ted IRL. (Godfather of True Crime Jack Olsen later told me he had seen a copy of her book that Ted Himself (tm) had annotated, saying that he had NEVER met her; that they did work the same rape hotline but ON DIFFERENT SHIFTS). But I digress. [Hey. It happens. My life has not been a one-liner.]

"Shoot," I said. (Nice Southern Girl from a Good Family) "I can write better than that already, and I knew a serial killer a LOT more than she did!"

That was the reason I wrote to Schaefer in prison. So I could break out of technical writing and into being a "published author."

There was NO morbid fascination, NO "looking for love," NO real interest in crime or murder or prison, none of that. It was just my way of changing careers.

To drop back a bit for a moment: I graduated in the Charter Class of New College of Florida with a B.A. in literature. This was a unique intellectual environment in which we were challenged to think for ourselves. We learned how to structure our independent studies. The relevance of this background is that when I contacted Schaefer in 1989, I knew that to study any phenomenon, you could not just study one exemplar. You would have to go from the particular to the general in order to place your main case into context.

I also knew I had to master the literature, and I contacted the FBI asking for assistance in debriefing Schaefer. My query came before Silence of the Lambs made the Behavioral Science Unit famous. So it was my good fortune that Roy Hazelwood Himself (tm) became my personal mentor. He told me what to read. He sent me FBI monographs. He came to my house; he interviewed me and I interviewed him. (I will post that interview in a minute.)

So I read all the textbooks, I opened personal dialogs with the foremost experts, and I proceeded to learn much more than I ever wanted to, not just about the mind of the modern serial killer (my stated intention) but about law enforcement, the good, the bad & the corrupt; the judicial process; and the hypocrisy exemplified by mortality as a dramatic device. Perhaps because I am a bit of an Aspie, I didn't come from the same place as your neurotypicals who were doing this as a way of making money. I was all about studying and learning and publishing my research myself, sans redaction, sans commercialization. It was a revelation to me to learn about how the whole prurience thing drives the use of violence to heighten interest in a story. But like Bennet Cerf, by the time I learned that, I had already made quite a name for myself with this scary disgusting stuff and it was too late to quit.

The thing with Schaefer-the-Convict had nothing to do with romance. It was a case study, chosen and used as a way for me to become an author. It could have been anything. Sailing. Embroidery. Ancient history. But it was violence BECAUSE my analysis of the interests of my culture told me this is what "We the People" are more interested in than anything else.

Turns out Schaefer was scarcely your average SK. He was a graduate of college-level creative writing and criminal justice, graduate of police academy, and the very epitome of the modern "organized type" serial killer, according to Robert Ressler, who coined the phrase. [SEE: Whoever Fights Monsters.]

Schaefer's case was distinguished by his tendency to write about murder, and while working with him I encouraged him to develop his talents so that I could learn how his mind worked. Killer Fiction emerged from that process and the rest of that story is best learned by reading the book itself.

Schaefer turned me on to Ottis Toole, a cult killer, and I studied him for about five years. I recently posted a portion of my research on his case on my website. [You can find it.]

I did broaden my research to encompass correspondence with the likes of Gacy, Heirens, Bianchi, & others less well known. Again, this was not because I was a "groupie" or because I sought to strike up a romance with them, but because this was my self-assigned field of study. Everything I studied produced documentation (still a bit of the old techwriting nerd even now).

My work became the buzz on the Convict Hotline, and by the time the Gainesville Slasher was charged with five murders, I had written a screenplay called Escape from Death Row, which was shown to Danny Rolling. [NOT Rollings.]

He initiated contact with me and expressed admiration for my work. In his very first letter he offered me exclusive rights to his life story. And thus began my postgraduate-level education in Things I Never Wanted to Know.

Another digression here. Many SKs display a fractured identity; it's an occupational hazard. Studying multiple personality should have been just an academic exercise, but I immediately ran into all sorts of irrational hysteria surrounding its very existence. That too is "another story." But doing unauthorized groundbreaking research into that controversial topic was what gained me all my new unwanted attention, and it was those dedicated to protecting its secrets who were so busy at smearing my name, deconstructing my identity, and superimposing this whole "groupie" meme over my work. They did quite a professional job (ahem), didn't they?

What I have accomplished is in no way consistent with the meaning of the slur "groupie." I studied, I wrote, I published, and I cultivated an ability to withhold judgment to encourage extensive confidences from criminals nobody else could crack. [Including, notably, Robert Ressler.]

All this time the general public has been led to smirk and smarm over the distorted version of who I am, I continued to work closely with not only those guilty criminals who wanted to reveal their true stories via my good offices, but with members of law enforcement and academia who are not subject to such whimsical distractions.

This aspect of my work is hardly known, because I myself have not publicized it, and because there are no vested interests to benefit from giving me credit for my accomplishments.

Ann Rule is supposed to be the Queen of True Crime, but she only specializes in crowd-pleasers. She has never solved a case. There are no groupies anywhere who have worked with law enforcement to close unsolved cases.

It's well known that I was able to compile the ONLY complete, unabridged, accurate account of the five murders Rolling committed in Gainesville. Less well known is the voluminous Chronology I built to support my research. This too I have posted to sondralondon.com in the interests of setting the record straigh. This Chronology was so superior to that composed by The State that The Defense used it as their bottom-line reference in the case. Not only did I exclusively reveal what happened, but I persisted through an incredible complex of opposition [punitive penury, stalking, death threats, both in and out of court] to delve into WHY it happened. I published The Making of a Serial Killer despite being sued by the State and told that I would never collect one cent for the five years I spent on this case. The Son of Sam Laws had already been declared unconstitutional by the US Supreme Court, and the facts of my case did not conform to the purpose of these laws. Still, Florida is its own little fiefdom, especially North Florida, which has never had any legitimate industry and has thus been a cesspool of perpetual corruption. I was unable to finance my own defense and went toe-to-toe with The Powers That Be, full of confidence that the Constitution and Supreme Court law guaranteed that not only a writer, but a felon, would have full protection from being punished by the State for publishing the truth. Another opportunity to advance my education in Things I Never Wanted to Know.

Relatively unknown is the triple murder in Louisiana that I was able to document, and there's yet another story untold here, of how law enforcement concealed these unpublished confessions while continuing to lay the blame on Hal Carter, the hapless attorney who had been engaged to one of the victims.

I assisted law enforcement in closing two of Schaefer's unsolved murders, as well as two of Toole's.

There was a great wave of "attention" from the mass media during the time my books were on the shelves; this was part of the concerted effort to obscure the significance of my work and it was, again, quite a PROFESSIONAL job. (ahem, AHEM!) It seemed so spontaneous. This is not the place for me to reveal what is really going on with that, who is driving it, or what their charter might be.

Because Feral House was not about to lift a finger to promote my books it then became incumbent upon me to indulge these many attempts to get me to participate in ruining my own career, in the name of "publicizing my books." I have been accused of "just wanting attention," and being a "media whore," but that is far from the case. Nobody knows how many requests for interviews I have refused. Nor the multiple mega-Entities, like Paramount Pictures, who attempted to buy my life story.

People who imagine it is possible to seek such attention and get it are clueless about how The Media actually works.

When I first started with the Schaefer story, I asked some industry friends of mine for advice on what to do with it. I was told I needed to get with Errol Morris. But I didn't. [I just can't seem to get with that whole "hat-in-hand" thing. Every book I have done came to me, as did every appearance I have done.]

Instead, pages from my first book, Knockin on Joe: Voices from Death Row, published in minuscule quantities in England, were faxed to Errol by his friends, and ignited his interest in interviewing me. He employed a circuitous mechanism to contact me, and thus began another five-year involvement with a remarkable unique personality.

Eventually the biopic Errol made about me was released. It was not like the things done by NBC Dateline, ABC News, Larry King, et al. It was real.

It would be petty for me to cavil about the piece. I only want to place one item on the record. There was a remark I made about "the Danny side of me," that was presented out of context and I can see how people take it to mean that like the SK that existed on the other side of the Danny I knew, I got off on violence. Nothing could be further from the truth. The remark in context referred to how emotional Danny was compared to my own dispassionate nature, and how over the time I worked with him, he actually managed to bring out the emotional side of me that is so seldom seen. That's all I meant by "the Danny side of me."

It was a great privilege to work with the legendary Errol Morris, as well as the equally legendary Steve Dunleavy and the folks at A Current Affair, where I produced six exclusive stories, including one on the JFK Assassination. [SEE: Confession to Conspiracy to Assassinate JFK, on sondralondon.com.]

Well, look, folks, it's been fun but I really need to get back to work. I am still doing my research and writing, still solving cold cases, still taking confessions, but when my next books are released, they will be wholly owned by Sondra London (tm).

If you really want to learn about the kind of things I write about, I suggest you catch up on the Feral House books, so you will be ready to move to the next level when I am. Stay tuned, sportsfans. I'LL BE BACK.

I Write Like David Foster Wallace

2010-07-29T22:46:00.001-07:00

I write like
David Foster Wallace

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

The value of money is determined by what it can buy. A healthy economy features a high volume of buying and selling. Each time a transaction takes place, the overall robustness of the economy is enhanced. When psychological factors impede the spending of money, the whole economy suffers. Fear and caution can be as powerful as actual insolvency in stopping the flow of currency. When resources are simply unavailable, there is no choice but to stop spending. It is when resources are limited that consideration of expenditures becomes critical to the health of the economy. Just as no individual can survive outside their environment, so no commercial enterprise can survive independent of the worldwide economy. Each part of the economy interacts with the whole, and what impacts one sector inevitably impacts the others. Although the impact of spending is often indirect, it is nevertheless powerful. The ability to acquire and use commodities, to produce and process goods, to provide services and information: all these functions depend upon a vigorous rate of exchange of currency. The expectation of a continuation of a high level of activity facilitates the kind of long-range planning and capital investments required to secure a prosperous future. Therefore, the importance of the role of the individual cannot be emphasized enough. Each person who realizes how important their decisions are to the world they live in brings us all that much closer to the healthy economical environment we all require to survive.

I write like James Joyce

2010-07-13T15:59:00.000-07:00

I write like
James Joyce

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

He gave himself to you
Like a big bright birthday cake
With swirls of creamy icing
And candles you could never blow out

For a marriage he gave you a party
He danced and played the clown
Twisting balloons into hearts
And singing funny songs for the crowd

The guest of honor was the boy
You'd loved and desired all along
And while you laughed at your clown
You saved your secret smiles for the other one

When the tears streaked the grin
Your clown painted on for you
Even the muzzle in his mouth
Couldn't blow away the pain fast enough

So he took his bitter show on the road
Searching for his angel of light
But a demon found him first
And seduced him like a lover in the dark

Omatha, you're not guilty
But your faithless face haunted him
And those girls never knew what he meant
When he said, "Omatha, this one's for you."

5x5 Astrology

2010-07-06T18:09:00.000-07:00

Fnordication of Discordia Prophetica

Astrology: Conspiracy theories about the stars. ~ Ho Chi Zen

From 5x5: Fnordication of Discordia Prophetica

5x5: The Poet Game

2010-07-06T08:34:00.000-07:00

Fnordication of Discordia Prophetica

From 5x5: Fnordication of Discordia Prophetica

Discordian Distinction

2010-07-04T09:12:00.001-07:00

Flying Carpet Award

THE SONDRA LONDON BLOG

The Exorcism of Jezebel by Bob Larson

FNORD NOT BOB

FNORD IF BY AIR

JUST SAY FNORD

FNORD AWARD

FNORD STONE

FNORD FAREWELL

Katama Bay

RESPONSE: The Thing About Sondra London

I Write Like David Foster Wallace

I write like James Joyce

5x5 Astrology

5x5: The Poet Game

Discordian Distinction

Credentials: Certificate of Apotheosis

Credentials: Certificate of Ordination

Fnord 89 In Code

FNORD: WORD from KARL MARX

5x5: Flatty

5x5: Playful

Kallisti

5x5 Penetralium

I, PSYCHOPATH: SAM VAKNIN

5x5 Be Heard

5x5 Power

5x5 Amazing

Castle Stewart, Y'all! For Real!

Somethinaboucha

I Got It

Be Real

Be Normal

That Straight Life

Still Alive

Shadow

5x5 How Howl

OMATHA

5X5 WHY CRY

5X5 AMOK

ChaChaCha

STEAMY MOTIFS

5x5: Who We Be:

5x5: Suspected Papaya

5x5 420DAY

5x5 WRY DAY

Resist Much: A Lesser Fnord of Discordia Prophetica

5x5 FREYA DAY

5x5: THRUST DAY

5x5 WHINGE DAY

5x5 FLOOZEDAY

Erister Eggs

5x5: SHATTER DAY

5x5 FRY DAY

5x5 WEDNESDAY

5x5 CHEWSDAY

5x5 SUNDAY

5x5 SATURDAY

5x5 FRIDAY

5x5 TUESDAY

THE LIFE OF CRIME

A Crazy Little Place Called Jail

A Place They Call Death Row

FRIVTRIVLEV

TRIVDRIVLEV

Blue Johnsons

2 outta 5 ain't bad!

UNBALANCED

CREDENTIALS

ILLUSION: ERISTIC v ANERISTIC

Erisian Error

The Poet Game

Boho Boys: Good Clean Fun

Penultimate

Two Boys: An Homage

Boho Cosplay x3

Boho Pageantry x3

Boho Cosplay x3

Boho Rituals x3

Boho Pageantry x3

Boho Cosplay x3