Jean A.D. Ingrés

  1.  Coronation of Charles VIII, by Jean A.D. Ingres (1780-1867); Museé du Louvre, Paris. Wikipedia: This is a faithful p photographic reproduction of a two-dimensional public domain work of art. The work of art itself is in the public domain for the following reason:
    The work of art itself is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years.
    Public domain
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/en:Jean-Auguste-Dominique_Ingres
    and, https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc_at_the_Coronation_of_Charles_ViII
    Department of Paintings, Denon, 1st floor, room 77. Exhibited: Salon 1855 from an 1851 Commission.
    Signature and date bottom left: J. Ingres Pit 1854
    — This is unfortunately here for a lot of reasons that would take awhile for me to try to describe and as I finally — actually it is on the blog here somewhere but now there’s a couple of more reasons I have to put this piece for discussions attempt, most of them probably controversial, and I checked first to see if some subject line would be better than just today’s date and my precious illustration has been changed or disappeared, maybe because I’d contacted the Direct Instruction group on a different illustration I thought might go nicely but I didn’t mention the Prehistoric-descended Autism because, like most things, the Melquiades’ system has got the word Autism all twisted in meaning. Plus I’ve had this data-difficulty so I hadn’t yet looked closely at the piece I was looking for a permission on; it turns out to be Siegfried Engelmann’s Feb. 2017 painting, of like a bright green cliff that I thought might go with the illustration in the J.D. Salinger post before this public libraries’ computers’ being unavailable, and whatever else the system is doing had started, that the 2 cliff pictures and “Catcher In the Rye”/lsd subjects would further this, because I’ve had this apparition of Herzl around Salinger was a subject again and then the art dealer Winckelmann was mentioned around the subject of Ingres, but here, Joan (Jeanne) was the one about the voice of “God” directing her to try to get rid of the English-Flemish types and that Rene d’Anjou and a guy that might have been an ancestor of Ingres, named Gilles de Rais and assumed to have been “Blackbeard” then went and did the warring with Jeanne. I think it was the tail end (if you will,) of the Hundred Years War or to that general horror-time it seems like it must have been, into the mix, me unable to see this typing to check if I’ve described so far what I’d set out to but I think there are 2 more details. One is to bring attention to that that’s a self-portrait of Ingres in the background on the far left. The other is that in trying to find a permission in Engelmann’s painting, he having passed in early marriages2019, I noticed that one of his sons looks like a guy that also looks like Ingres who is or was a big part of all of this Armageddoning onto me, — I think I lost my train of thought, but, it would then I’m sure be way too controversial to get a permission on the photo of Engelmann and his 2 sons, because that would help get back to the Bronx Foshay-elder situation, me thinking of the resemblance of the author of the “The Pet Goat” 9/11/01 signifier to my fraud-paternal-grandpa. One other subject, as with the use of “signifier” there for instance, is that everything around me out here has seemed like this directed construction subject, with the Melquiades-type/s in charge of the directions-giving, while pretending to be being subservient, which leads into the violence of the Autism, in it’s various ways but the ones like Ingres, they seem to double or be trended toward thinking of themselves as being like Stan Lee’s SuperHeroes, that had been a big theme at the libraries while I flounder like this. The subject of the personal/real Armageddoning I’ll have to put in a different comment soon.

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  2. Kathy Foshay says:
    30 Jun 2020 at 10:14 pm (Edit)

    Also there’s some theme about cousins, where Ingres had had 2 cousins that were maybe the Melquiades type, and Gills de Rais had 2, then I read an interview with Engelmann where the subject was an example and then I have this fraud-family that I don’t know anything about, and there’s always the Johns Hopkins theme-set.

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  3. Kathy Foshay says:
    1 Jul 2020 at 1:58 am (Edit)

    Without a photo of the place, though one could be seen if you looked up the address, though Mr. Engelmann is the only one that might’ve had any interest and he’s gone now, all this time it’s taken to look into that goat story a little more, the address is 1306 E. Gun Hill Road, Bronx, NY (10469,) and only the Yelp site seems to have photos of it and I don’t know why, it seems odd. They have it listed under defunct Lion King Tire Shop. The thing about the house, them moving into it in 1939, is that it’s exterior is asphalt siding. I couldn’t figure out how it looks like bricks but isn’t until just search+enginimg recently. He and 2 of his “sons” were mechanics and the driveway had thick black oil or tar areas, big blob-circles of it all over, and a nice dark garage around the side of the house. On the other side was a Chemical Bank branch now called Chase or Chase Morgan. Chemical’s history says they’d had a president that I think is the same “stereotype” that I’m trying to discuss without benefit of knowing much about this guy, Louis A. Foshay, that he’d passed during the early 1960s space race, and the thinking while these plans were laid was all pri-petroleum and a few years later the system saw that there aren’t tangible valuables in space and everything changed but the system didn’t let on that it had “banked on” there’s being valuables. Again I have to try to describe that there are these “Aiwass” and Melquiades and such alchemist “magicians” that are doing the “detail-directing,” conducting to great crescendos and they’re irredeemably ill and then I have to sign off.

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  4. Kathy Foshay says:
    1 Jul 2020 at 9:59 am (Edit)

    On my level there’s my “Armageddon Show/Program” difficulty of being used like a stereotype of the girl, going around begging for war assistance for what was a big part of this same Armageddon. The so-called servant in the background was likely Gilles de Rais. I did a little reading on him, Wikipedia, and that should all be researched. The library books hadn’t seemed too interesting but its only rotely mentioned that he and that Rene big character were in those war battles with her. Rene was close to the Burgundians/Flemish, so I couldn’t follow any of how that and the Hundred Years War correlated with the girl.
    There’s also the whole St/e. Foy in Conquest business, that I hadn’t noticed the proximity to Ingres’ home in Montauban till just now.
    The 2 subjects right now is that the “brain-eating” was probably what all those guys/warriors had been doing. Those coronations were made into shiny gold and red big deals, and I ran into that there was an anointing oil called chrisma there at that coronation and it was likely brain serum, all the guys high and focusing on the details that were likely under the direction of this “Melquiades” or “Aiwass” type of “magician” like runs this “Armageddon” sneakily off of me all these decades….
    — There is likely a closeness between the Gilles and Rene types and the 2 in the “First they stole the Vatican” duo of G. Della Rovere and B. Platina in that “Inauguration of the Vatican Library” big painting by, approx. Mellozo da Forli. The Cardinal Della Rovere’s first name is probably spelled Giuliano and he became Pope Julius II, I think the years 1503-13 but I can’t use the search-engine for fact-checking from this cellphone while using the blog, etc. The main thing about Julius II I haven’t been able to find again yet, that his nickname was Italian or maybe Latin spelling of “Chains,” that that’s likely where most of the underworld comes from, that, those, types’ doing that to people, and as I type I realize that I’d been set up with the same sort of a duo when I moved to San Francisco in 1978 and got cursed then with this “Armageddon Show” business while already carrying the previous life-curses of the “French Connection” and whatever fraud-grandpa Lou was into with me, which I think had been morphed into the “Watergate break-in scandal” or “Bathgate-Watergate” from that Lou had previously lived on Bathgate Avenue with his wife and 4 sons, till moving to 1306 E. Gun Hill Road in 1939.

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  5. Kathy Foshay says:
    1 Jul 2020 at 1:20 pm (Edit)

    — The monsters are invisibly and unprovably doing tricks, their Armageddon in G, all over me, like causing the cellphone to quit working so that I had to turn it off and back on and I’d guess they do that toward making their Hall icon inversions of what I’m doing. This “chains” type, or, Gilles type, might come from a an early hybrid version of these Melquiadeses, then come out of their Mongol or Kublai Khan development, before or after their so-called war against Troy.
    — I got to San Francisco in 1978 after a brief stay in San Rafael, with a boyfriend from the Army named Norm. In retrospect this curse-script set or “French Connection” curse-set might even have manipulated my life to get me to enlist so the system could plant these Armageddon seeds all around the different places I went, like to San Antonio and Fort Hood here in Texas and then to Europe and then out to San Francisco as a veteran with Norm, who suggested we go out for a drink to a place nearby. That I guess was the big set up because I’d thought we could have the drink right there but he wanted to go to this place up the street, the Note Cap, southeast corner of Hyde and O’Farrell. I guess it somehow went from a couple of visits like that to me going there alone. Likely I was out and had to find a toilet and so went there once or twice and met this guy, Joel, and wound up inebriatedly making out on a building stoop next door with the guy saying the seductive thing, that he loved me. Norm had just moved or started moving out and then a day or so later Joel came to the apartment, the sex experience somehow destroying all the work I’d done in sanding and lacquering the wood floor, because the convertible bed-couch’s leg or a metal piece kept back and forth scratching a gouge into the floor. Joel told me to meet him for a date a couple of days hence and I had a real difficult time finding some new blouse to wear and then it got ruined the first time I washed it, and he hadn’t shown up across the street at the bar for the date or anything else I saw of him again, looking like that self-portrait of Ingres, except for once when he was with his friend who I say is a “Shahan-type,” named either Ron or Phil or maybe it was a trick for me to hear both those names used separately. Now I realize that the duo are like Gilles and Rene and della Rovere and Platina.
    The big or biggest part of this cursed life since or especially since then though is that I’d subsequently had an affair with a bar owner around the other corner from Hyde Street and didn’t tell him about the error with Joel, which was one of the common “directed-instruction” tricks from the Melquiades types, they do it to me and all kinds of people all the time, make your vocal tract feel closed, inhibit you from being able to speak up, then they have a big deal made that you should have said something, but you’d tried and they’d had tricks end place, scripted, to avoid that. Then I got this “Armageddon Show” curse from that bar-person.
    Two more mentions, one that these medical people generally question about drinking and ask if I’ve ever in my life had a drinking problem and I say I haven’t because all these things of the petroleum-system’s being permeated everywhere are the problem. I think the cannibalism a system is more an excuse for the “leftover anyway” brains thst the Melquiadeses use for being high for doing the world-takeover, by this Vlad Dracula’s-petroleum-based economy, that the horror and creepy “magic” cause the requirement for anaesthetic, is the difficulty, being scapegoated onto the alcohol small relief-feeling the system then let’s you have, etc.
    The other subject is that there was then a gynecology theme and one of the parts of that was an appt. where a doctor asked me for all my gynecological details and by the time the paperwork seemed over with he asked if there was anything else and I briefly recalled something but didn’t want to go into it at that time but now I realize it was a big deal, that the doctor had looked like a “Michael Douglas+type” which I guess might have come from this cotton-shipper in Houston named Monroe D. Anderson whose 1939 will had largely gone into making this city-like Texas Medical Center here in Houston, and he might be genetically-similar to David Rockefeller. The thing I felt too wearyish to also go into telling this doctor about my past about was that Norm had said that he thought I’d caught a venereal wart odd problem from him and he took me to the clinic we’d both worked at till I’d just gotten discharged a few months before and with the 2 of them in the room one of the doctors had used a cauterizer to burn off several little growths of those gynecologically. Norm had said it was an extremely minor problem but it sounds terrible and after all that about an abortion I’d had and the other questions I was ready to leave and thought I’d be getting to some regular “family doctor” primary care type that I could fill that in later with, I’d not thought of the venereal wart business but obviously should have but really everything is and was just a set up toward this brain-eaters’ world takeover. It was 30 years till I realized these guys have been making people from aborted ovae. Then I was back and forth in and out if SF till getting ready to leave in 2000 I’d gone to that “Time of Your Life” free matinee and the same sort of Michael Douglas-looking guy was the star playing he was Wm. Saroyan and opening a foundation instead of leaving his money to his 2 children. It must be noted that in 1978 San Francisco was full of tragedy. I didn’t understand anything about what the Guyana massacre was about but it retrospect Jim Jones did look like the Joel/Ingres type, as I guess so does Christopher Reeve/Superman type also, one if which I’d had a scary experience around in 1989. When the SF mayor and councilman were assassinated widow Feinstein became mayor and it’s little known that her late husband was a brain surgeon. I’m positing that he likely hadn’t passed but gone underground. Thst might even “interconnect” to that what he heard from down there had gotten Melquiadesed into charges that okayed an assassination’s being done. Some places on the blog I’ve got the photograph from John D. Rockefeller 3’s Jan. 1978 press conference or meeting at the main SF museum where they’re at the table together oddly in line if view with each other while listening to Mr. Rockefeller’s donation announcement. I haven’t read it but there’s a book titled “Season of the Witch” that gives background on goings-on there that’s likely helpful. Mr. La Vey had started the satanist church there in 1966 (I think to get 666’s church off the hook as the space venture hadn’t turned up anything yet) and when this apparitions extravaganza “Armageddon Show” was sprung on me in 1993 Mr. LA Vey was a character, dictating a “A New World Order” piece that I typed and gave away a few copies of. The theme was always. still is, that I’m supposed to make money, and it seems the underworld has always been “disappearing” people into “drug” from the brain serum, mostly the “clear” “ice,” etc. from serotonin I guess, and meat and petroleum industry profits, this 27 (28 if you count the warm-up 1992,) years of this horror, profits dispersed around, from the LURED people and what else this invisible is doing, like right now, always the same patterns. This Joan of Arc painting represents this sham of manipulating my type, though most depictions of the girl don’t look like my type. Behind her might be 3 youngsters “grown” from her ovae. The girl in the back maybe looks green and cross-eyed. I say that my problem with that comes from this longtime underworld ‘tricks” set all over me. There’s a set if photos from just before then that encyclopedia “Kindergartens” sneaky-taken photo where I’d kept my head down because the photographer was doing something wrong, so I’m trying to get a copy of the “rehearsal” set for then this tric photo but haven’t had any luck so far, because I think the set just shows that my eyes were normal and then alit of these curses were started and the underworld had had me playing with those suitcases that were then used for the real-life “French Connection” drug smuggling thst I say was a cover for the brain-serum trafficking. I can’t see typos from here to be able to”straighten out” I put it because “fix” is such drug slang, the Melquiades “magicians’” always Hall iconic twisting meanings of anything to its’ types’ usages.

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  6. Kathy Foshay says:
    1 Jul 2020 at 1:52 pm (Edit)

    The unreal or unnatural permeation is sort of like what I have to do do now, have to wear a face mask and try to go buy a face shield. It seems like it’s one of the Armageddon “show” hoaxes, like the old Candid Camera show this has generally been like, me put into joke-situations all the time, never guessing about the underground and only realizing about petroleum in 2014. This mask-wearing business gets worse each time I go out. I can’t really wear them because I think the system does some further difficulty breathing barrier as the mask goes on, had the first time and I am already on 24/7 life-support oxygen. When I started pointing out that the mask-package cautions against using it in low-breathing situations the system caused me to lose and be unable to replace with that brand, this one has got small print terms and conditions to using it. And, of course, that’s the good part of if I even manage to get myself out of this Melquiades’ trap. That’s the name of the “magic” character in the 1967/70 “One Hundred Years of Solitude” big story, OHYOS, me using it 2nd to the “Limitless”! stostory in trying to get assistance, like Joan/Jeanne there in this historical painting, because the system/the brain-eating system is taking the whole earth eventually but let’s not get this Melquiades excited that I can’t prove that it’s taking us to extinction. Back to trying to move out from under all this now.

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  7. Kathy Foshay says:
    1 Jul 2020 at 4:12 pm (Edit)

    There’s also an Operation Paperclip aspect to do with thst that was the name given to moving the German rocket scientists first to El Paso right after WWII. This torture seems to taunt me with the phrase and I only punned it down to that one sentence recently. i guess that the rocket fuel is like super-distilled petroleum. Houston is largely about that business. I’ve only been here a short time and it’s like I’m a ghost-prisoner without any way out of this, me thinking I could make a living off the blog’s supplementing the social security but I just am here without any contacts except 4 hospitalizations, like that doing this might be why I’d been in the position where it had seemed like the only thing I could do in 1973 after high school was to join the Army, then this “French Connection” parasitism followed me out of the Bronx, from that Dutch Jonas Bronck, and I think the frauds paternal the and mother, Matilda, Lou’s wife, looks like Marcus Samuel maybe, I’ll look for the posted similar photo.

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  8. Kathy Foshay says:
    2 Jul 2020 at 2:19 pm (Edit)

    If anyone doesn’t know what I mean by the Melquiades or MiOC here’s a link and or there’s the same picture about halfway down the sidebar that’s a click-on and its scattered about but is always on me and is bringing, the Melquiades-directors are, the planet to eventual, slow, painful sadistic extinction while I’d guess staying high and affecting to be judges….
    https://universerescuekathyfoshaywordpresscom.wordpress.com/2019/03/11/man-in-oriental-costume-2/

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  9. Kathy Foshay says:
    3 Jul 2020 at 12:24 pm (Edit)

    There’s something bad, a new big LURE sign and I took a photo and my cellphone has seemed unable to send photos and I tried and it isn’t working and I’m real upset without anyone to speak with and the torture doing the roar of the crowds affect like the typing is– the LURE supporting the system. They made Yes! signs for the census this year and this was a standard gimmick under Washington all those years, how the bums had sneaked through the prophesied Armageddon, and the roar of the Herzl there to that, for instance for the horror I can’t describe. That Joan of Arc painting seems like a ritual switcheroo trick too, with that girl only with that posed acting troupe which I think, as with the Herzl’s background, comes from the Joseph Nasi, 1521-79 “Altai” -type character, that story too much propaganda to read. Too many subjects and I’m horrified in real life. All I can do is make this note that they’ve got these Yes! signs all around and I can’t yet send s copy, which I want to give it one more try, have to sign off to try a site. It was a shelters underworld trick all those years with the place worked by these Nasi-slaves “grown” into people, like me too, from the wrongfully stamen reproductive matter whole paradigm, and they had all these strangers like the main shelter worker I recognize had been birthed from my baby’s-baby ovae’s being fertilized by fraud-Grandpa Lou, for instance, as how the Armageddon’s been snuck through. Apparently everyone is audience to watching security cameras and just anything and I’ve never had any awareness and still don’t but these Nasi-Melquiadeses have been doing these “magic” acts from underground all these centuries and then for instance under Denver and practicing on the Sabin sisters and under them in their travels to the different schools then Johns Hopkins and then the NY Rockefeller Inst. for Florence, the Nasi-Melquiadeses working up all these same tricks they’ve been using on me then packing these “made” people around under me to gather pigeons for the “show” where the Nasi-trained act asks a gathered crowd of unsuspecting normal people if they, want to save the world, and the plants all yell Yes! jubilantly and the “pigeons” get sucked into the circus and “disappeared” as the system’s sarcasm about that they got their wish for saving the world because they helped this invisible to me circus and its interconnected then whole petroleum-based global-system to eat and live a bit more for another day. There are lots of variables, bag of tricks. The main pattern is like what the torture is doing now of making this seem like landmark writing or search-engine research, then they attract a crowd over especially “holiday” weekends like this and at the end they withhold the tourists’ exits, lock the doors behind their backs, and suddenly turn nasty on me so that I start shrieking for them to get off of me and my bad mood and then behavior oblivious out here is used as the kill-excuse, that — is the Yes! s*** the world LURE standard modus operandi and they just put these census 2020 signs all around and the LURE is more entrenched and they won’t let me be able to get out of this area. I saw someplace that has a copy of the sign. I’d made an X over the Yes! like on the “Save” sign by the search box here but won’t be able to do that if I could get a copy of that other. Mostly I’m supposed to do clothes wash. I don’t know what “the joo,” the Nasi-Melquiades types, might twist anything into for their world-takeover purposes. I was looking into the cover art on “The Doomed Planet” by L. Ron Hubbard, that that “Joel” and types, like Ingres’ looks, are like, but also that whole Mission Earth series, is like the mentality that the Melquiades is working, as its cover, for.

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  10. Kathy Foshay says:
    4 Jul 2020 at 11:50 pm (Edit)

    There was one of those Joel/Ingres types near the 2015 car-hit incident, and a number of the “Buddy” Shahan-type as Bishop Shahan (1857-1932) had passed in that area, they’d made a lot of offspring-descendants of himself, them being the “666!” type companion to the Ghent Altarpiece St. Christopher, gone into the production business together. Then a Shahan/Pill-grim boy/666 type was a friend of the guy Joel that had had sex with and then dropped me when I’d moved to San Francisco in 1978 and I didn’t tell the next guy about the error with Joel so it’s been a big sin-charge or judgment against me in this Armageddon scam, world-takeover, excuse for the invisible tortures where really everything’s been a set up for getting that prophecy-set sneaked through, as a thief in the night the Rev. book describes it. Then in 2015/I got hospitalized from a bizarre water weight gain and this difficulty breathing business and got “farmed out” to a small shelter across the border from Washington/DC and tried to continue trying to find assistance by these flyers and letters. While there I was allowed to use the group home computer and came across this free blog site and signed up without knowing what punctuation one can use in making a domain name and I had to choose right then and they rejected for this or that and we wound up with this. My letters were still in my handwriting though and I took one to the volunteer fire department at the top of the street and the guy who took it said that he was the president of it, and I didn’t hear anything back on any interest in this from there or anywhere else, same thing all these years. me always unaware of there’s being any underground and now they’re getting real ill with this mandatory masks business. It’s likely like the yellow stars of Hitler’s/Nazi time, which I think was largely run from underworld by Theodore Herzl, like I’ve had as an apparition-attachment for around 3 weeks. The president of the volunteer fire dept. in Kensington’s name then was on his spot in the parking lot, Norman Jones, with his middle initial but that isn’t necessary, I just do like to ground this stuff in reality wherever I can because the hallucino-system makes everything unreal, Terra firma is difficult and in finally getting to mention that the guy looked like the guy in San Francisco it does occur that the system has me so well-covered that that might really have been the guy from 1978 SF. He was sitting on a bench with another guy, he must have just sat down and joined him as I walked over there slowly with this invisible-torture disguised as a breathing difficulty. I said that I’d just gotten to the area and wanted to give the letter about myself or what and he took it and said he was the president and laughed and ducked his head in a way that is maybe a characteristic of Ingres’ type. That late actor Charles Bronson must be this same type too, if anyone knows if he was a little self-effacing or surprised to see himself in a position of responsibility, or maybe the guy had just done a walk-on role for the purpose of clipping the letter and the abashed look and laugh was a signifying ritual for that he was telling a LURE. My time there was like all the experiences I have are and I was getting framed, realizing that I’d been all along, for an error I’d made in 18
    1989 of letting some doctor say I had a psychiatric problem, I just hadn’t realized his opinion a d diagnosis was such a big deal, Ralph Carfagni in SF. In 2015 I was being pursued all over by people wanting me labeled like that, schizophrenic, and I was going to a mental health group meeting when a car purposely hit me lightly, in November that year. About 16 months later I finally got a copy of the police report and it wasn’t the same accident as I’d been in but they had my information, just a different person, hit in the intersection in front of the volunteer fire department while I’d crossed those streets and then walked a block further and was hit. Whatever I do though I’m always all alone and unable to do anything except this what I’m doing. I don’t know if that really was Mr. Jones, and that reminds that the Jim Jones of the Jonestown Massacre of SF people in Guyana had been if this “Joel-type,” and also they’ve been cropping up a little here and once in 2017, like part of this secret “‘magic’ show” off of me all my life, etc. All high on brains these islanders got the belief they were Limitless! to right things for their new friends who’d just invaded, probably is how this had started, except the new friends were the New World dinosaurs extinct era so that there isn’t anything normal, natural-normal, now today. (Etc