A Note About Looking Back at the Expose from This Moment, December 2025
On the occasion of the huge Saturn Pluto Conjunction in January 2020, and which was also conjunct my own mid-heaven and a wild alignment with Dante's Divine Comedy on its exact 700 year anniversary, I had been silent for ten years about the social egregious acts except for continuing to write about the answers in the art and literature that I knew held the possibilities of changing culture. My Yorkie, Vanilla Custard Pudding, and I wrote every morning and hiked every day in the Lincoln National Forest. Taylor Swift's vicious onslaught of tracking and copying was daily, visible in her copying every move John made. What a malignant narcissist wants most is to erase the beauty and to silence and to take for oneself. When I published the expose in January 2020 the entire year I was intensely being targeted by her paid hackers. Twice that year they were able to get my photos, from the woods, for example, and what I was wearing, intercept phone conversations and texts, and access what I was writing, about Bob Dylan, about Michelangelo's Pietá. I kept on writing and creating, and in March 2021 I finally took the expose to social media.
In 2022 I was figuring out that Truman Capote had done the same thing with Willa Cather's phenomenal life-long writing, and that Audrey Hepburn had been aware of it. Suing for plagiarism would just be embattlement and not furthering any cause, as well as giving more of a stage of attention, good or bad, to a person desperately seeking to be the center of attention at any cost, and most importantly to be in the news with John, something that was never an option. I stuck with the literature and looking further into what Audrey Hepburn had actually done. Always these miracles were opening. Now it has taken sixteen years of writing daily, even a collection of more books I've not published. Probably the biggest part of this is that the artists involved stayed intensely true, even when it hurt me that they publicly praised the perpetrator as I was having wild discovery breakthroughs. They never stopped believing in me.
And so here, for the record, is the background, the expose I published in 2020 and the slideshow archive. I am so grateful that all these years later I've written worlds past the ugliness, even though she still tracks and repeats with a still-ever voracious appetite. It has been intense writing all along to write to where the art will culminate, what I love to do, and keeping going, learning how to love, learning how to have courage, how to live the gifts, to breathe and love, and most of all to break open to others and see them change the world. 🧡
